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The Big Time Pt. 01

By: WhisperStory



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This work is complete fiction; celebs don't act like this in real life…probably.

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Prologue

8:13 am. Monday, December 16, 2002. Bethesda, Maryland.

Joseph Torbin stepped out of his limo onto the corner of Adams and Main. The sky was clear and blue, the weather bitingly cold. Today was a very important meeting between the top executives of Lockheed Martin. They were entering a critical phase of development in their F-35 JSF program. The initial flight testing had been completed over a year ago, and it was now time to finally bring these jets into a combat ready form. 

The Joint Strike Fighter variants employed a revolutionary propulsion system, along with many commonalities that would save billions of dollars in maintenance in the long run. Torbin is the head of the R&D division, credited with coming up with the innovative propulsion system. He was to give a cost projection and timeline for this lucrative project that would supply jets to the US Navy, Air Force, the British Royal Air Force, and several international partners. Up to now, everything was on schedule and on budget. Torbin sighed, he was about to go to the top floor of the massive Lockheed headquarters and tell them that everything was about to change. They were not going to be happy about this.

He entered the lobby, flashed his ID badge at the security guard, and pressed the elevator call button. One of his fellow engineers walked up next to him. He was young, bright eyed, and brilliant. And also extraordinarily naïve. The sooner he realized that there were a thousand guys just like him gunning for his job, the better.

"Going up to give them the bad news?" he asked.

"Yep, I just hope they don't fire my ass."

"It's not your fault, Joe. This was just a computer fuckup," said his friend as they got into the elevator. Torbin pressed the button for the top floor.

"This was a fuckup of epic proportions, Larry. EPIC. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost Lockheed?"

"No, but I'm guessing you do."

Torbin rubbed his temple. "Yes, I do." 

"We're all behind you, Joe. If you want, we'll all go up there too and vouch for you."

Torbin managed a small smile. Larry was exaggerating, he was probably the only loyal one out of the entire division. This was due in no small part to Torbin's mentoring of the young engineer.

"No need, Larry. The whole team need not be punished for this."

The elevator stopped on the 46th floor. "Well, good luck Joe," said Larry as he stepped out of the elevator.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm going to need it."

***

Michael Torbin walked out of the umbilical into the airport terminal, carrying a black duffel bag. He looked around and saw his mother waving at him from one of the seats. He walked over and stood before her.

"So, how was school?"

"Fine."

"Grades?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"A's. Just like you wanted."

"All of them?" said his mother sternly.

"Yes, I got an A in every class."

"Good. Let's go get your luggage."

The two of them walked out of the terminal and down to the luggage area. The buzzer sounded and bags came tumbling down the ramp.

"How's this thing with dad coming along?"

"Not good. He's actually delivering the news right now. Is that your bag?"

"No. After all this time, they still couldn't find the data? How is that possible?"

"You know how your father is. He'd rather fail than ever ask for help. Once he realized he didn't have it, and couldn't find it, well…"

"He's going to take responsibility for it?" His mother nodded. "He'll be fired, won't he?"

"We'll see Michael, we'll see."

Chapter One: The Weekend

7: 41 pm. Friday, May 16, 2003. Chicago, Illinois.

"Come on boy, tests are over, vacation is about to begin and I have a wad of cash to blow. It's time to get hammered."

"You can call my dog, 'boy.' Don't ever call me boy. And I've got too many things on my mind-"

"All the more reason to come get piss drunk with me. You've got the next week to worry about just how far down the shitter your life is going. Tonight, you drink."

"Maybe you're not hearing me, Tom. I know how far down the shitter my world is going. What I'm worrying about is how exactly I'm going to climb my way out."

"Well," Tom paused. "Hmm. You're fucked. Fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked. There's nothing you can do about it. Short of bending over and letting Ruszinzko take you up the ass, that is."

"Yeah, well, I feel like I've already been anally raped by all my professors this week. I just showed up to each test with a giant smile on my face, proceeded to remove my pants, grab my ankles, and begged them to shove these finals up my ass as far as they could go."

Michael Torbin buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes as hard as he could. It was not going to be pleasant explaining his grades to his parents. And if taking the exams felt like getting raped up the ass, then groveling for his parents to continue his college funding was going to feel like getting on his knees and sucking off the guy who just raped him. The gods of test scheduling had decreed that all six of his finals be taken during the first two days of exam week with advanced biochem and multivariable calculus leading the way. Tom had pretty much the same schedule, but he seemed pretty confident of his grades. He stood up from their rather dilapidated couch.

"Jesus, you're a downer."

"So is alcohol."

"Yes, but where's the pleasant side effects? The inflated sense of self esteem? The suddenly beautiful women?"

Michael sighed. The last time he went on a bender, his parents cut his food allowance in half. The prospect of eating nothing but ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner again had kept him on the straight and narrow for awhile now. 

"Well?" asked Tom. "Get up man, let's go put some brain cells out of our misery." 

8:07 pm.

After tying the dog up outside the house, Michael and Tom took the L train downtown to a nice bar on Lake Street that the two frequented. The bartender was a man named Steve, an elderly gentleman who took a liking to the two students and was rather lax about checking their ID's. Many a debate between Michael and Steve was had over the Bears, Cubs, Sox, and any and all things sports related.

The place itself was absolutely beautiful. 19th century design, leather couches and chairs, pool tables, big screen TV's, even a few chess tables. Steve and his wife Lisa somehow ran the whole place by themselves, with a bit of hired help on the weekends when it was really crowded. Lisa was in her mid 40's, 5' 7", curvy, mischievous eyes and had a vivacious personality that drove men wild when she was younger. Over the years, quite a few drunken men had made passes at her. But Steve had a bit of a temper, and those guys never hit on her again, lest they receive a swift, right cross to the jaw.

It was a cool night with a nice breeze that day. The place wasn't quite jumping yet, but there was a decent crowd there with a few absolutely gorgeous women drinking whatever frilly drink it is that gorgeous women drink. Tom's head was a swivel, but Michael was too busy wallowing in self-pity to care. They found a couple of empty stools and saddled up for the large amounts of painkillers they were about to ingest.

"Evening gentlemen, what can I get for you?" asked Lisa.

"Hi, Lisa." said Tom. "Gimme a Guinness."

"I'll have a double tequila," said Michael.

"Coming up," Lisa spun around and just as quickly turned back with the drinks.

Michael downed his in one gulp and asked for another.

"Bad day, honey?" asked Lisa as she refilled his glass.

"You could say that," he said as he downed his drink again and tapped the bar with his knuckle. "Where's Steve?"

"Upstairs playing chess. The man decides to learn how to play chess on our busiest night of the week, the big lush." said Lisa. "So, come on you, tell me about it."

Michael decided to let Tom take the lead.

"He's just depressed because he single handedly destroyed his life. Yep, his life is very over. Dead man walking. Quite a feat actually. And he has no one to blame but himself." said Tom. "Another Guinness, please."

"Screw you Tom," said Michael as he downed his third drink of the last sixty seconds.

"Just because I'm the king of cramming doesn't mean you have to be jealous. Well, considering your situation, yeah, you probably should be." He took a big swig of his beer.

"I don't see why kids today are in such a hurry to grow up, graduate college and get a job. Real life isn't all that exciting. You gotta slow yourself down, boy." said Lisa. "You're still young. Take a semester or two off. Go find yourself some young woman to love, or at least make love to."

She spoke the last part with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. Or maybe the tequila was starting to take its toll on Michael.

"Right Lisa, and if a big suitcase of money falls out of the sky and into my lap, then maybe I'll take some time off. But hooking up with a girl certainly sounds like a good idea. Ah, I don't know." Michael looked down at his empty glass. "Can you give me a drink that I can nurse for a few hours?"

"Sure. I got just the thing, but give me a minute, ok?" replied Lisa sweetly. She turned and really put on a show of mixing the drink. She was a virtuoso with glass bottles and metal mixers. 

Tom looked at him. "He's not going anywhere, Lis, I however, am certainly feeling the vibes from that redhead over there. Excuse me for a moment, or the night if I got my mojo going."

He picked up his drink and sauntered towards the other end of the bar where a few women were sitting. One of them was a beautiful young girl, quietly sipping some pink concoction. Michael locked his eyes on her. He couldn't stop staring. She was a real cutie. Subdued blue eyes and medium length blond hair that perfectly framed her face. A dictionary definition of young, feminine beauty. And also very, very familiar but Michael couldn't quite place her. She glanced up, raised her eyebrows a bit and gave him a slight little smile. He looked straight back at her but he still couldn't figure out who she was. Tom finally sidled up next to the redhead and she looked towards them. Despite Tom's boastings and his numerous former girlfriends, his encounters with women were the stuff of comedic legend around the university. He was a good guy, he just needed to keep his arrogance in check. Or someone to keep it in check for him.

"Hey there, still with me?"

Michael looked back at Lisa. "Of course, I'm not a lightweight you know."

"Maybe not for booze. But it doesn't take much more than a beautiful woman to make your head spin." She said as she noticed the girl sitting across the bar from him.

"Are you offering?"

"You want Steve to break your nose? Here, take this drink and go sit down over near those girls you and Tom were gawking it. I think Tom is trying to break the record for the number of drinks thrown in his face in a row."

"Seven by my count." Michael picked up my drink and made his way over to a table near his friend. Michael settled in, perked up his ears as best he could and tried to listen in over the din of the crowd.

"Jersey? Really? Do you know Angus McCloud?" asked Tom. Michael snickered. He was unable to hear her replies, since he was sitting at her back.

"Strange, he's a pretty big player in the cracker industry there…Oh me? I'm from Minnesota, from the twin cities, not sure which one." Oh man was that lame. Michael put his drink down. He didn't want to spit all over himself when the inevitable reject came.

"Oh, you have a boyfriend. (here comes the drink) What's his name? (she's gripping the glass tighter) IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT HIS NAME IS! (She's rearing back) 'Cause you see, once you come home with me, baby, you won't remember his name. You won't even remember your name! (Splash)

Or maybe not. She didn't do a damn thing. For a few seconds at least. They stood up together and Tom's eyes were wide. He was as surprised as Michael was that his shtick worked. He was even more surprised when she slugged him across the face, gave him the finger and walked out of the bar. Michael almost fell over in his chair, he couldn't stop laughing. Tom rubbed his cheek and came and sat down across the table from Michael.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yuk it up you faggot." said an exasperated Tom.

"Hahaha, whoa she, hahaha, really nailed, hahahahaha, you didn't she?" replied Michael, barely able to contain himself.

"Fuck you."

"I guess the record stands at seven."

"What record?"

10:35 pm.

The two of them sat around drinking, joking, watching the people go by. The topic of choice jumped around a lot from Tom's encyclopedic knowledge of synonyms for breasts to the fifty different ways Michael could think of for his parents were going to trash his life. The crowd was thinning out when the topic got on women.

"I think women have too much power over me."

"That's 'cause you're a pussy."

"Shut the fuck up. Dealing with guys has never been a problem. Dealing with attractive women is like trying to rob a bank; there's a whole mess of goodies in there if you can just get past the guards."

"What about the ones that like you back?"

"That's when the vault closes with you inside."

"You're more cynical than my father is."

"It's probably just the alcohol talking," said Michael with a sigh.

"You act as if women are more trouble than they're worth," said Tom. Michael raised his eyebrow at him. "I think it's been too long since you got laid."

"Probably, I think it's making me see things. I could've sworn one of the girls at the bar gave me a look, like she was interested. It's been on my mind for the last couple hours." Michael shook his head. "God, all it takes is a hair flip or brief stare to fuck up a drunkard's night."

"No way, even less. Ever find it sexy when a woman flips you the bird?"

"Can't say that's ever happened to me."

"I thought I was gonna poke that girl with my erection when she hit me and gave me the finger."

"Jesus, grow up man. You're just a glutton for punishment when you talk to women. I can't believe your stuff works on anyone who's sober."

"Heh, women can get just as horny as men. Sometimes looks are all that it takes."

"Yeah, lot of good that does me. All I have to rely on is being a nice guy. And X, I guess."

"Hey," Tom said quietly. "That blond chick has been sitting there for a while now. I think she's been listening to us."

"Really? I figured she would have left with the friend who beat you up."

"Screw you, that was a sucker punch. Why don't you give it a shot? She's pretty hot."

Michael considered it for a few moments. She was a real beauty and had a great body from the glances he stole of her. She was wearing a simple, red, summer dress, flowery and whatnot. She was still sitting there, sipping her drink, as if she were waiting for something. And, of course, Michael hadn't forgotten about the fleeting look she gave him a few hours ago. 

"Nah. It takes an entirely different mindset then the one I'm in to talk to a woman. And I'm not very graceful when I'm drunk."

"Just get up and talk to her," urged Tom.

"You know my track record with girls when I'm drunk. And you think I won't make a fool of myself if I go and talk to a woman as stunning as that one?"

"Fine, you pansy. I'm sick of talking to you anyway. Maybe I'll go talk to her."

The image of this girl storming out of the bar after kneeing Tom in the balls quickly changed Michael's mind. Besides, he needed a refill anyway.

"Wait! Just give me a sec to get my bearings."

"Good, some pussy will definitely clear your mind." 

The woman flinched slightly when Tom said that. She was listening to their conversation. Michael went a little ways down the bar and got a beer from Lisa. Suddenly he became very nervous, which was fine, sometimes he couldn't even talk to Tom without becoming nervous. What wasn't fine was that he was just a little shaky from the alcohol. Okay, just sit down and you'll be fine, Michael, he thought to himself. He managed to walk over and sit down near her without looking like a total klutz.

Right as he was opening his mouth, she looked at him and said, "You know, your friend is an asshole."

"That he is, that he is. His encounter with your redheaded friend wasn't very pretty, was it?" he said as he desperately tried to keep his eyes from peering down her loose dress.

"She wasn't my friend. I just think your buddy over there is a pig."

"He's more of a boar, actually." She smiled slightly at his pun. "You came alone?" Michael was more than a little puzzled. Women like this don't walk the streets of Chicago at night alone.

"No, actually I have a…friend waiting outside for me."

"How long has she been waiting? You've been here for a long time," he said a little absentmindedly. She blinked and peered at him. Michael began to lose himself in her eyes. At least he didn't have to worry about staring at her tits anymore.

Then she flashed a playful smile. "Have you been watching me?"

"Have you been eavesdropping on us?" he countered.

She blushed, making herself look quite adorable. "Actually, I'm here doing a little…research. Yeah, that's the term for it."

"Are you a psych student? Interested in the social habits of drunks and assholes?"

"No, I'm not a student." She smiled. "This is for a part actually. You know, acting?"

Michael's eyes widened. HOLY SHIT. "No fucking way," he said quietly. 

"I was wondering when you were gonna recognize me. My breasts aren't that much of a distraction are they?" She grinned and reached her hand out. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Kirsten Dunst. And you are?"

"Michael," he said as he shook her hand.

"Michael what?"

"Michael." He was still in a stupor.

"Okay, Michael Michael, nice to meet you," She was laughing again. A wonderful, lilting feminine laugh.

"Um, Torbin, actually. Michael Torbin." he said as he finally found his communication facilities again.

She looked at her watch. "Well Michael, now that I've said hello, I have to say goodbye," Michael looked like a little lost puppy. "Oh, don't feel bad. You just have bad timing."

"How bad?"

"Maybe not so much bad timing as a lack of vision. You made me wait two and half hours for you to come talk to me and now I have to leave." She was a little disappointed.

Michael stared down at his beer, then looked up and asked her if he could at least walk her out.

"Sure. Wouldn't mind that at all," she said as she stood. 

Tom gave him a questioning look as they walked out and Michael gave him just the slightest shake of his head.

"You haven't struck out yet, slugger."

"Perceptive, aren't you?" said Michael as he opened the door for her and they walked outside. "So who is this friend you have waiting for you?"

"He's my bodyguard, but we get along well."

As soon as they turned the corner, he almost walked into a brick wall of a human being. He was a thick black man, at least 6' 4" and muscular, and what was almost certainly a holster and pistol were hiding inside his coat. He seemed a bit leery of Michael escorting Kirsten out of the bar. Michael had no idea what he was worried about, the guy could have flicked Michael away like a booger if he wanted. Michaelwas a bit leery of the knowing glances he and Kirsten shared.


The Big Time Pt. 01



"Allen, meet my friend Michael Torbin. He's going to be showing me around the city for the next few days."

"I am?" Whoa. Now his head was really spinning.

"Of course you are, that way I can get a real feel for the city, and we can get to know each other a little better." 

"Nice to meet you, Michael," said Allen as we shook hands. "Just so you know, I'll be accompanying you and Kiki wherever you two go."

"Uh, right. I guess you wouldn't be much of a bodyguard if you left her alone with a guy she just met in a bar."

"No, I wouldn't." (Great. Let's annoy the large, intimidating, sentinel).

"Hey Michael, here's my cell phone number. Gimme a call around 10 tomorrow morning, and we'll make arrangements, ok?" she said as she handed him a slip of paper.

"Alright. Um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep, just don't bring your friend along." she said as she got into the passenger side of the Lexus. Allen had already gotten behind the wheel. He started the car and she waved as they drove away. 

12:34 pm. Saturday, May 17.

"You're a fucking liar. That's not Kirsten fucking Dunst's phone number," Tom exclaimed as Michael picked up the cordless phone and dialed the number.

"Would you shut the hell up? I was supposed to call her at 10, not 12:30. I hope she's not pissed."

"Nah, she won't be pissed." said Tom. "You know why? BECAUSE THAT'S NOT KIRSTEN DUNST'S PHONE NUMBER!"

"Why don't you go take a shower? You fucking reek." 

"You're right. I'm going to go take a shower because I don't care about this pretend conversation you're about to have with Kirsten Dunst," said Tom.

"Fine. I'd rather you not be here when I talk to her anyway. She's not exactly your biggest fan."

Tom harrumphed as he walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

"Helllllo?" If that was Kirsten's voice, then she must have just woken up and was more than a little groggy. 

"Hi, Kirsten, uh, it's me, Michael from last night?" He was trying desperately to not sound like a dork.

"Oh, hi!" She had perked up considerably. "How are you?"

"Good, good. I'm sorry that I'm a little late on the call." Michael heard some shuffling in the background and a couple loud thumps.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I was-" she paused. "-busy anyway. Uh, just give me your address and we'll swing by and pick you up."

He gave her the address. She was staying at the Hilton, so it was probably going to take her a good half hour before she would arrive, assuming she left immediately. That half hour plus the usual amount of time it takes for a woman to get ready, left Michael more than enough time to shower and shave. Ten minutes later Tom got out of the bathroom.

"SO, is Ms. Dunst here?" he said as he sat on the couch. "I don't see her. Oops I'm not sitting on your imaginary celebrity girlfriend am I?"

"Oh haha, hoho, you're a riot. I'm taking a shower. Take X for a walk and then feed him, ok?"

"Can miss imaginary celebrity come too? She can pick up the shit X'll leave behind." Tom whistled for X and he came bounding into the living room. X was one of the only things that Michael actually owned, him, some video games and a computer. He was an adult black Labrador, kinda small for his breed but exceptionally well trained. He had an entire repertoire of tricks to show off.

Twenty minutes later Michael came out of the bathroom as ready as he would ever be. It was a sunny day, 80 degrees, perfect for walking around and seeing the city. Tom and X weren't back yet. It shouldn't have taken long to walk him around the block a few times. Tom was probably trying to use X to pick up some random girl he met on the street. X would only obey Tom's most cursory commands, and not any of the "special" tricks that Michael had taught X.

Around 1:15, someone knocked on the door and Michael went to open it. He was treated to a ravishing sight. Kirsten was standing on his porch, wearing a rather tight white designer t-shirt, showing off her nice, rounded, braless breasts and a pair of impossibly short shorts that felt like a second skin. She took what must have been very expensive custom sunglasses off her beautiful face and gave him a hug. It felt a little odd that she was being so affectionate so quickly. But, well, who is he kidding? He gave a tight squeeze back.

"Hi! We tried to get here as fast as we could."

"We? Oh right, Allen. Where's he?"

"He's waiting just outside the building."

Michael looked past her head and saw him. Allen's massive back was to them and his hands were clasped behind him. He was definitely over dressed for this kind of weather, that black suit was going to dehydrate him.

"Well, come on in. Would you like a drink or anything?" Michael asked.

"Sure, um, Pepsi?"

"Only have the lemon twist kind. That ok?"

"Yeah. I love that stuff."

Me too. Michael thought to himself. He poured a couple glassfuls and came back into the living room where she was already relaxing on the couch.

"So, tell me about this movie," he said. 

Kirsten was researching a role for movie called "Chicago Style Romance," where she, of course , plays the female lead; a straight arrow girl who comes to live with her father in the city after her mother dies. Her character would change from the sweet country bumpkin type to an angry, passionate woman by the end. The male lead, which hadn't been cast yet, was a pizza delivery boy. Streetwise, a little wild but still good at heart. He swoops her off her feet, and, once she grows up, she sweeps him under the rug and moves on. Quite frankly, this movie sounded like it spewed from the Powerbook of whichever Hollywood hack happened to be in the groove at the moment.

"Soooo, what do you think?" Kirsten asked.

Questions like that are always death for budding relationships. Michael hesitated before deciding to give her as honest an answer as possible without really tearing into this picture.

"Your character sounds like a challenge. It seems like it would be hard to for this girl to change so drastically in a believable way. Especially within a two hour movie."

"What about the rest of it?" Why did it feel like he was under a white hot light being interrogated by Michael Chiklis?

"Um, well, hmm."

"Come on, I know you have some words bouncin' around your head somewhere."

"Look, romance movies are always so tired and predictable. It usually falls on the two people falling in love to make the movie work. There has to be white hot chemistry between them. After that, just toss in a couple interesting supporting characters, and the movie will work. Without the chemistry, well, there's just nothing that the audience is interested in."

She looked at him thoughtfully and motioned him to sit next to her on the couch. 

"You know something? That's exactly what I think."

"This also seems a lot like 'Crazy/Beautiful.' From what I remember, that one didn't go over too well at the box office. You sure you want to go back to that well again?"

"It is, isn't it? This movie might not even get made if we don't find a lead guy soon."

"You're having trouble finding a guy to act as your boyfriend for a month and a half? What is this world coming to?"

"What, you think I have men lining up to grovel at my feet?" 

"I thought every famous actress did." She shook her head. "Beg, at least?"

"Maybe in your fantasy vision of Lala land. Worthwhile guys are hard to find, especially in Hollywood," she said with a touch of frustration in her voice.

"Awww, poor baby." She raised her right eyebrow and looked at him. "Beautiful, young actress who can have anything she wants in the world. Except love."

She playfully punched him in the arm. "That's enough out of you, Michael. Come on, half the day is already over and I'm leaving Monday morning. Let's go see what there is to see." Michael picked up their glasses and brought them into the kitchen. Suddenly there was a bit of a commotion outside and he heard a dog barking up a storm. He quickly walked to the front door and opened it. Kirsten was watching through the window.

"I'm telling you, I LIVE HERE! THIS IS MY FUCKING HOUSE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY YOU FAT FUCK!"

Kirsten giggled. "That is definitely the wrong thing to say to Allen."

"HEY! PUT ME DOWN!"

"He's not going to kill him, is he?"

"If we're lucky."

Michael rolled his eyes at her and went outside to try and defuse the situation.

"Um, Allen. You can put him down, I know him, he works for me."

Without even looking, Allen quickly placed Tom back on his feet and brushed him off.

"Ah, thanks for walking X for me."

Tom walked around Allen with X following. "Who the hell is this oaf? And why is he doing what you say?"

"Hand me the leash?" Michael asked.

Tom gave him the leash and walked back towards the house.

"Hey! Wait a second. Here's the five bucks for walking the dog. You can go now." Michael handed him a few dollars.

"Five bucks? What are you talking about? I'm going inside."

"Allen, I don't really know this guy. He just walks my dog for me. I'm not sure how close he should get to Kirsten." Michael was just able to contain his smile as he looked up at a rather confused Kirsten.

"What? Hey, get off of me! Mike! Get him off of me!" Allen had swiftly grabbed Tom by the collar and threw him over his shoulder. 

"See ya tomorrow, um, Jack, right?"

"Michael! YOU FUCKING PRICK!" 

"Come on boy, let's go inside." Michael held the door open and X ran in.

Kirsten was laughing hysterically on the couch. She was clutching her stomach and giggling and rolling. X ran over and began licking her wherever he could. Lucky dog.

"Whoa, hahaha, I didn't know we were, heeheehee, at the licking each other part of our, hahaha, relationship, Michael." She was hardly able to speak.

"That's actually my dog doing that. Be polite and say hello boy. (bark!)" X held his paw up.

"I know that silly." She finally calmed down, shook his paw, and began to pet and scratch the dog's head. "What's his name?"

"X," Michael tried to make it sound as menacing as possible.

She giggled. "X? Why X?"

"He was kinda sickly when he was a puppy, so I was able to get him cheap. That's why he's so undersized. I thought giving him a tough name would make him more intimidating. I've had him for about five years now, best non-human friend I've ever had."

She was giggling as X kept panting and licking her hand. "Oh yeah, right. This dog is sooo cute. If this dog had rabies he wouldn't be scary. Ooh, you're a good doggie aren't you boy, yes you are, yes you are. Can he do any tricks?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised how smart he is. He can actually answer simple yes or no questions and say hello and goodbye, with one bark for yes and hello, two for no and goodbye. Along with a variety of, um, other maneuvers," Michael replied slyly.

"Really? X, do you like Michael? (bark!) Do you like, um, bacon? (bark!) Do you like me? (bark!) That is SO cool! What doesn't he like?" She was becoming more and more enamored by the moment.

"Ask him about peanut butter. (bark! bark!) Oops, well you get the point." Michael thought a moment. "Hey, Allen won't actually do anything to Tom will he? I don't want my housemate to get killed, I can't afford this place alone."

"Not unless Tom does something really stupid, like knee Allen in the balls or something. Come on, we better get going, it's almost 2:00. Can we take X with us?"

"Um, sure," said Michael as he walked out the front door. "But you're picking up anything he decides to leave behind on the sidewalk."

"Huh? Wait, I didn't hear what you said!" yelled Kristen who was still playing with X on the couch. "Come on X, let's go." They both bounded out after him.

Allen was brushing his hands off as he walked back towards the car. Michael and Kirsten were already waiting inside. X and Kirsten were sitting in the back. 

"What did you do with him, Allen?" asked Michael.

"I just roughed him up a little and left him on the sidewalk a block down. He'll be fine."

"Ok, as long as nothing's broken, I guess. We might as well get started with the most famous sites. Know how to get to Jackson and Wacker?" 

As the group finally got underway, a haggard looking Tom was walking back towards the house. Michael opened the window and told him that he was sorry. Tom was about to flick him off until he noticed who the driver was. Then he saw the woman in the back seat making kissy faces at him. For the second time in as many days that same priceless look of utter shock was plastered on his face.

They covered all the major sights, the Sears Tower, Hancock building, the Field Museum and the Shedd Aquarium. They strolled around the city for hours, talking and laughing. Of course, Allen was always right behind, but he was unobtrusive and relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying himself, sometimes joining the conversation or making wisecracks. Of course, Michael kept a safe distance between himself and Kirsten. He didn't want to get roughed up like Tom did. After they left the Adler Planetarium (Kirsten was a huge fan of the cosmos), they decided to relax near the lakefront (Lake Michigan) before Allen dropped Michael off at his place. Kirsten had to meet a producer that night, so dinner was out of the question. She and Michael were sitting on a bench, playing fetch with X while Allen waited in the car behind them. 

"So tell me, what are you studying?" asked Kirsten as she tossed the ball out towards the beach.

"Let's see, the last time I checked it was engineering. Or chemistry. Something really hard that probably won't pay off in the long run." 

"You don't sound like you're having fun."

"That's because I'm not."

"Oh come on, you're in college! Where's the rowdy frat parties? The drunken sorority sluts? The parties every night of the week?" X brought the ball back, barked twice, and lounged down near their feet.

"Well, maybe in your fantasy vision of college. I have to deal with overbearing, tight fisted parents, classes Stephen Hawking would fail, awful food, and my only luck with drunken sorority sluts has been X." Whoops. Michael didn't want to say that.

"X? How does X help you with girls?" she questioned as she stroked X's head. Michael had piqued her curiosity. "What exactly have you trained him to do?"

"Nothing. He can't do anything," said Michael, desperately trying to cover his tracks. 

"Earlier today you told me he could do some cool stuff. Show me. Playing fetch isn't very impressive."

"I lied. He's just a regular old dog. Nothing special."

"Don't make me get tough with you, Michael. Tell me or else!" she scowled jovially. 

"Ooh, or else what?" 

"Or else me, tough guy," boomed Allen from behind them. Apparently he had excellent hearing. Kirsten smiled triumphantly.

"Fine, I'll talk. But not because Allen is a big, scary man, but because you asked. Here's how it works. I pick some girl out of the crowd that I'd like to meet, like say, that one over there," he pointed towards a hot Latina woman wearing a tank top and shorts. "Then I just tell X to go get that girl. Like telling him to fetch this ball. He goes over, does a special routine I came up with myself, a combination of all those cute, loveable things a dog can do. Then he gives me a single bark if she's receptive, two if not. Then I come over, thank her for finding my dog, yada yada yada, and I then have a new female friend. He actually hasn't failed me yet."

"Wow. That takes a lot of dedication to train a dog to do that," Kirsten looked back towards the Latin woman. "And it looks like X got the job done pretty well over there."

"What? (bark!) Oh no. Damn dog," Michael groaned as he excused himself and went to claim his overzealous K-9. A few minutes later he returned, leash in hand.

"Get her number?" Kirsten asked as she rubbed X's head again.

Michael grinned and held up a slip of paper. "I told you he never fails." 

"You didn't tell him to put any moves on me, did you? 'Cause I'm seriously starting to love this dog." Michael sat down on the bench as she began rubbing both of X's ears.

"No, but, well, as you can see, sometimes he takes the initiative. And besides, he's supposed to get the girl to like ME, not him."

"Who says I don't?" She replied with a slight grin.

"You don't like him? You just sai-."

"That's not what I mean."

"Oh, so you DO like him?"

She grew a bit annoyed. "I meant that I like you, Michael." 

Michael smiled at her. "I know, I just wanted to hear it."

She giggled. "Okay, here's something else I know you want to hear." She said as she put her hand on his thigh.

"Oh?" Michael said trying to sound as cool and relaxed as he could possibly be with Kirsten Dunst's hand that close to his manhood. 

She leaned in close. "I would love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night as a thank you gift."

"You don't need to take me out to dinner to thank me. The fact that I'm spending the weekend hanging around with you is thanks enough."

"No, no it's not. You've been hanging around with me and Allen. Tomorrow night it will be just the two of us."

"What about Allen?"

"You worry too much. I'll take care of him." She said with a devious smile.

"Yeah, right. I'd like to see how you manage that."

"So would a lot of people, but you'll just have to use your imagination." She said in her most sultry voice possible. Well, the first thing that jumped into Michael's head was Allen giving it to Kirsten every which way he wanted. That would be quite a sight. Then, of course, he falls asleep and Kirsten meets up with him to go out for dinner. Michael's cock suddenly came to attention and he jumped up off the bench.

"Sure! Great! Sounds like a plan! Maybe we should get going, it's already past 7. Come on X, get in the car, lets get going." Kirsten tried to contain her giggles at seeing his sudden outburst. She thought it was cute. She stood and got in the car, and a few minutes later Allen dropped Michael off at his place.

"Good night Kirsten, Allen." X and Michael got out of the car. "Say goodbye X (bark! bark!)."

"Bye, Michael. Bye X. I can't wait till tomorrow! We'll be by around noon." said Kirsten. Michael waved as they drove away. He tied X up outside, ate some leftover Chinese food, watched some TV and went to sleep around 11:00 pm.

9: 33 am. Sunday, May 18.

Someone was knocking on the door. And Tom was not answering it. Michael groaned and lifted himself out of bed. He walked over and looked through the peephole was a bit surprised to see Kirsten. And more than a little embarrassed that he was only wearing boxers. He was debating whether or not to get dressed before opening the door.

"Hey! I saw you approach the door. Come on, open up before people start staring." Ok, debate over.

He pulled the door open. "Hi, didn't expect you so early."

"Obviously," she said as she eyed him up and down. She seemed appreciative, but who knows?

"Um, what'd you have in mind for today? Why so early?" asked Michael as he picked up a ratty looking t-shirt off the floor and put it on.

"Eww. Is that even clean?" Michael shrugged. "Actually, I came by to see if you wanted to get breakfast."

"It's so cute that you think I would actually refuse to have breakfast with you. Just give me a bit to get ready?"

"Sure. Take your time. Mind if I give myself a tour of your place?"

"Not at all. Make yourself at home." Then he thought a moment. "Uh, just leave my computer alone. Seriously."

"Ooh, what are you hiding in there? Bootleg movies? Music? Porno?"

He turned the water on and hopped into the shower. "Um…none of the above?" he said over the noise of the water.

Kirsten shut the door behind her and placed her purse on the couch. Today was a little bit cooler, so she was wearing a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt that barely hinted at the curves underneath. She walked around the place, taking a good look at it. It was a pretty old building, big enough for probably three or four people. It had a decent sized kitchen, living room, one bathroom, and a pair of bedrooms. The living room had a medium sized TV with a pile of video games surrounding it. She peeked in one bedroom. It was completely trashed, with clothes and old pizza boxes everywhere. "I hope this one isn't his," she said to herself. She moved on to other bedroom, and, while noticeably cleaner, was still kind of a mess. She then spotted the computer in the corner and promptly ignored Michael's request and booted it up. 




The Big Time Pt. 01



"How much longer you going to take?" she shouted to him.

"I don't know! 10 minutes!" he shouted back.

"Perfect," she said under her breath. The first thing she opened up was the web browser. All of his bookmarks were relatively innocuous; just news and video game sites. Disappointed, she began to poke around his hard drives. She found a whole mess of mp3 files and movies. "What the hell? How does he already have Spider Man 3 on here?" She discovered that his taste in music was rather varied, from James Taylor to Marilyn Manson. She started clicking random folders and shortcuts. A folder popped up with a bunch of files with little blue and yellow icons next to them. The names were odd, some using just digits, others using apparently random countries. She double clicked the first of a group of files called "Haze1.avi, Haze2.avi…" A video player popped up, took 30 seconds to load the file, and then it began to play the movie.

Michael was trying to go as fast as he could. He lathered, shampooed, decided to forego the conditioner and was now shaving. He ran a little gel through his hair, then cinched the towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom towards his bedroom. He froze as he heard the unmistakable giggling of teen porn star Jenna Haze. He took a step towards the room when he heard the unmistakable sounds of fellatio. If his ears served him correctly, this was one of his favorite scenes, a threesome with Jenna and two guys, where she gets a whopping load of cum in her face at the end. Michael was already thinking of a dozen excuses when he pushed his way in. Of course, all those thoughts vanished when he saw what Kirsten was doing.

Kirsten was leaning back in her chair with her legs open rubbing herself with her left hand slowly, her right still gripping the mouse. She had tossed her jeans to the floor, but she was still wearing a pair of sexy, white, cotton panties, pulled to the side. Kirsten pushed her index finger inside herself and let out a soft moan. She double clicked the next file. Jenna Haze was giving the camera a look that would bring a man to his knees, and Kirsten moaned and let go of the mouse, opting instead to pinch one of her nipples. Kirsten was really starting to work herself into a frenzy now. She slipped a second finger inside her moist pussy, and reached down with her other hand to massage her clitoris.

By now, Michael's erection was threatening to peek out from beneath the towel. He was slack-jawed and practically drooling on himself. Never had he seen such an erotic sight. Kirsten sat up straight and began to suck and lick her right middle finger, then she reached behind herself and began to finger her asshole. She began to moan louder and louder. She licked her lips and watched intently as Jenna went to town on this guy's dick while getting fucked from behind.

Suddenly X came padding into the room with his leash in his mouth and nudged Michael with his nose. The icy snout shocked Michael out of his stupor and he looked down, shook his head quickly and motioned X to get out of the room. X whined softly and left. 

With a bit more self control now, Michael looked towards the monitor and noticed that the clip was almost over. Kirsten had managed to get her finger inside her asshole while still fucking her pussy with the fingers on her other hand. He could tell that she was very close to orgasm. He softly walked towards the mouse, keeping himself out of sight until he was right next to her. She was so intent on bringing herself off that she didn't even notice. 

The clip stopped, and frustration flooded over Kirsten until suddenly it began playing again, this time, a clip right near the end, just before the 2 guys climaxed. She looked over and up at Michael, smiled, and turned back to the screen. She began to slide herself back and forth on the chair, alternately fucking herself in her ass and her pussy. On screen, Jenna wrapped both of her hands around the cock in front of her, and began jacking it as fast as she could. Kirsten began grunting and groaning and moaning. "Come for me. All over my face!" said Jenna. Kirsten's eyes closed and she bit her lip. She became silent for the briefest of moments. Then a flood of cum washed over her fingers as she cried out in release. She pulled her finger out of her butt and desperately frigged her clit. Kirsten wanted to milk this for all it was worth. The clip ended with a grinning Jenna Haze covered with cum. Kirsten, finally satisfied, leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, smiling to herself. 

Michael was still standing there watching her, afraid that if his hand came anywhere near his steel bar of an erection, it would set him off. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked over at him. This time, it was her turn for her eyes to widen as she ended up staring his erection right in the face. His cock had literally pushed the towel off his waist, and it was bobbing up and down slightly, begging for attention. She stood up and wiped her cum soaked fingers on his lips. Michael opened his mouth and accepted them into his mouth and sucked on them. "You like that, don't you Michael? Mmm, I like it too," she said as she withdrew her fingers from his mouth sucked and licked them herself, her tongue licking between and around her fingers, looking for every last bit. She pushed him towards his bed and he flopped down onto it, still staring at her, not saying a word. 

She looked down towards his raging hard on and beamed. "I've known you for two days and you're already bringing me breakfast in bed." Whatever witty reply Michael might have said was lost in a sea of horniness. She could already tell that considering the way his wand was waving around. "Ok, tiger, don't make this too easy on me."

He lay back completely, his head propped by his pillow so he could see every move that Kirsten might make. She crawled up between his legs, never losing eye contact. Dragging her fingertips up and down his thighs, she bared her teeth at him and her two hands finally came together around the base of his cock. She lifted her head up and hovered her mouth directly above the head of his penis. Michael gripped the sheets hard, doing everything he could to not thrust himself directly into her mouth. Then Kirsten spit some saliva onto his cock, and used one hand to smear it all over his shaft. She spit two more times and now had a nice, shiny pole to play with. She could see the frustration in his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm just kind of a picky eater. It has to be just right before I so much as taste it." 

Oh god, please taste it. PLEASE. His mind was racing almost as fast as his heart.

As she was jacking it slowly with her right hand, she stuck her tongue out and gave the tip of his penis the slightest of licks. Stars went off in front of Michael's eyes. Pleased when she saw the effect of just that little touch, she licked around the crown of his penis, and then dragged her tongue slowly down the underside until she was at his aching balls. Still tugging at his penis with her right hand, she cupped his balls with her left and sucked one into her mouth, flicking and playing with it. She did that to the other one and then went back to the first.

By now, Michael was almost totally gone. His universe shrunk done to his penis and a mouth and a pair of hands gripping and tugging and playing with it. The only thing he wanted more than an orgasm was to prolong this most pleasurable torture as long as possible. Every movement of Kirsten's tongue was a shock to his system. Every tug pulled him closer to the edge. Every time her adorable blue eyes looked into his, he wanted to freeze time and look back at her forever. He felt like he was going to rip his bed sheets apart with his bare hands, and she hadn't even SUCKED on his dick yet.

She briefly released his cock and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, revealing her taut, young breasts. Michael was more than pleased to see that she was braless. "I wouldn't want my shirt to get all messy, now would I?" With that, she licked her lips and engulfed his cock in one swoop. Her nose was pressed into his crotch, and she flexed her throat muscles, sending wonderful shivers up and done his body. She held him there for a few moments, her eyes closed, moving side to side. She took a deep breath as she withdrew and immediately began to suck his dick in earnest. Up and down. Up and down. She locked eyes with him again, and gave him a look that would bring Jenna Haze down to her knees.

"Oh God," he said. Michael's head was thrashing back and forth. Every muscle in his body was tense, he felt like he could pick up a car with the energy coursing through his veins. He took one more glance into Kirsten's eyes, then his own rolled back into his head. She watched as he did that and moved her mouth back until just the head was still inside. 

Then she used both of her hands to jack his cock as fast as she could. Michael was grunting and groaning. Moments later, the floodgates opened and more than a mouthful of cum stormed into her mouth. She didn't swallow any of it, trying to keep it all inside her mouth so she could savor it. Still, some of it slipped out and trickled down her chin and on to his thighs. He spurted 4 or 5 times into her wanton orifice. When he was finally done, she looked up at him, opened her mouth and played with his cum with her tongue. Michael was still dazed, but he knew an erotic sight when he saw one. She used her index finger to gather his essence off her chin and sucked it down. Then she began to clean up whatever had been left on and around his now flaccid penis. Using cat-like flicks of her tongue, she licked up the rest of his cum, enjoying every bit and slid up next to him.

"Soooo, what do you think of that?" asked Kirsten. Just like Friday night, Michael was speechless. Kirsten scrunched her eyebrows at him and pinched his arm.

"Ow!" He looked at her with half closed eyes, still trying to recover. "I cannot believe you even have to ask. That was the most incredible blowjob I've ever had, it was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had. Where the hell did you learn to do that thing with your throat?"

Kirsten was obviously pleased with his reaction. "A lady never tells," she replied.

"Humph." Then Michael smiled. "You are quite a woman, Kirsten." Michael rolled onto his side and faced Kirsten. He let his eyes wander over her lithe form. Her panties were a little damp and they were clinging tightly to her sex. Her nipples were still very erect. By the time he was done admiring her supple body, her nipples weren't the only things that were standing at attention. They inched closer together and she instinctively began reaching down towards his cock as he softly squeezed one of her tits. He gently pushed her onto her back and raised himself above her. Then he gently caressed her cheek with his right hand, and leaned down and kissed her.

It was simple and loving, at first. Kirsten wrapped her arms around his neck as she opened her mouth and received his tongue. Michael explored her mouth for a little before Kirsten's tongue poked back. The two agile muscles tangled back and forth until Michael relented and let her tongue slip inside his mouth. His hand drifted down towards her sex and he began to rub her through her panties. Michael withdrew a little and began to suck on her tongue. Suddenly she pushed him away.

"You know what, Michael? I think it's time you had something to eat too." 

Michael lowered his eyebrows. "You're right. I'm starving." With that, he reached for her panties and tore them off her body with one swift motion. Kirsten was a bit shocked at his zeal, but she decided to let it go as he dove in for the meal of a lifetime.

"You naughty, naughty girl, shaving yourself completely bald down here."

"Who says I did it? I wouldn't trust myself with a blade all the way down there."

Michael's mind began to churn with suggestions on who handled the razor. Boyfriend? Ooh, maybe a girlfriend? The sight of Kirsten's glistening labia quickly pushed most rational thoughts out of his mind, the only one left was whether he should tease her like she did to him. Somehow, he doubted that he had the same expertise with a vagina that Kirsten had with a penis. So he decided to dive in and try and give her as good an orgasm as she gave him.

He flattened his tongue as wide as it would go, and gave her pussy a luxurious tongue bath from bottom to top. She moaned as he did that, and he began to lick her outer lips, alternating sides as he probed for her sensitive spots. He slipped a finger inside and slowly fucked her with it. 

"Ooh. I'm not a, ah yeah, kid you know. I can take more. Give me more!" she begged as she squeezed one of her nipples.

Michael quickly complied and slipped another finger inside her. He twisted his fingers around and hooked them, looking for that elusive g-spot. He didn't really notice anything different about her reaction, she was still moaning and sighing contentedly, her left hand holding his head in place. Not that he was going to leave until he got a face full of her cum. Oh well, he thought, never found it on any other girl, why would I find it here? Her clitoris certainly took notice of his actions and was definitely ready for some TLC. Kirsten was beginning to fidget and squirm. She had a light sheen of sweat on her body, and there was a hint of desperation in her eyes. He gave her pussy one last lick, and then gently squeezed the area around her clit, making her jump and giggle a little. 

"Okay, Michael. You can move onto the next course, now. Oooh. Yeeeesss. Please? Oh, pretty please?" Uh oh, thought Michael, she's turning the cuteness on.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, and gave it a quick little suck. She almost bucked him off the bed. 

"OH MY GOD!" she yelped. "Oh god, please don't do that again." The huskiness in her voice betrayed her words. So Michael sucked it again, even harder. She thrashed even harder and then wrapped her legs tightly around his head. "Oh god. You are not going to do that again."

"Mmhmmhhhm," he mumbled while trapped in a rather desirable prison.

"Ohhhhh," she was still clearly enjoying his efforts. "What did you say?"

Then he sucked it again as hard as he could. She cried out and released his head. "I said, 'Wow. Sensitive.'" 

She quickly sat up, frantically grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, pulled him back into her pussy and said, "No dessert until you finish your meal!"

Fine, he thought, I'll finish you off. He licked his fingers, and stuck them back inside her sopping vagina. Then he folded his tongue and made a little cradle out of it. He began to fuck her clitoris with his tongue. "Oh Michael. I'm so close. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

He pushed a third finger in her pussy, began rubbing her clit with his other hand, and diligently tried to find a place to place his tongue. Once he found it, she finally went off. She thrashed and shook and screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. She bucked and rode the waves of her orgasm for what seemed like hours.

"Oh. My. God. Michael, that was great. Better than great." She brushed her hair from her eyes and looked around. "Michael?" she said as she spotted Michael across the room. He was slumped down on the floor next to the wall, eyes closed. Kirsten jumped off the bed and quickly knelt down beside him. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He just slid down to the floor like a rag doll. 

"ALLEN! ALLEN! GET IN HERE!" she yelled. She was starting to panic now. Kirsten cradled Michael's head in her arms.

Surprisingly quick, Allen was inside the house and at the bedroom door with his gun drawn. "What's going on?!"

Kirsten looked up at him and said, "I don't know! There's something wrong with him!" Her eyes were starting to tear up. She looked back down.

Michael opened his eyes wide and shouted "BOO!!!" 

Kirsten screamed even louder than before as she jumped up off the floor, dropping his head to the hardwood floor.

"Oww," said Michael. He looked up and saw Allen pointing his gun at him. "Um, hi there, Allen. Uh oh, he just caught me and Kirsten naked in a bedroom together. I'm so fucking dead. 

"Allen, wait in the hall," said Kirsten with an edge in her voice.

Allen instantly relaxed, and put his gun back in its holster. As quickly as he had come, Allen had gone, leaving a very sheepish looking Michael and a very pissed off Kirsten. 

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" she screamed at him. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING HURT! OR DEAD!"

Michael decided it was best to stay on the floor. His first two words were rather predictable. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought it would be funny."

"FUNNY?!?! FUNNY!?! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK THAT WOULD BE FUNNY?!?!"

"Um, well, you were bucking so hard when you had your orgasm, I thought it would be funny if you knocked me out against the wall. You kn-"

"NO! I DON'T KNOW!" She was even angrier than before. "WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!?! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT?!!?"

"I didn't think you would react like this."

"LIKE WHAT!?"

"It was just a joke, Kirsten. I didn't think you'd be this concerned. I'm really sorry that it frightened you like this. Believe me, I didn't want to make you mad at me. I just thought it would be-"

"Funny," interrupted Kirsten, still fuming. "You thought it would be funny. All right funny boy. I got something that'll be really funny. Allen, you still have those handcuffs?" 

Oh, shit.

Allen walked back into the room and nodded.

"Good. Sit our comedian there in that chair and then cuff him to the radiator."

"Hey! Wait a second, Kirsten!" Allen grabbed Michael and cuffed him, just like Kirsten asked. Then Kirsten grabbed her panties, stuffed them in his mouth, and sealed it off with some duct tape she found in his desk drawer. He struggled helplessly.

"Allen, leave," ordered Kirsten. As quick as he had come, Allen had gone.

"Hmm. I wonder how I should punish you for this." She gave him a sexy look, and for the briefest of moments Michael thought she was going to deliver the type of punishment he might like. Then he saw her queue up his whole porn collection in the computer movie player and turn the monitor towards him. She went behind him and put her face next to his, resting her chin on his shoulder. She reached around and started tugging his limp penis while whispering very naughty things into his ear.

A porn star named Raylene was getting buttfucked while bent over a kitchen table. Kirsten licked his ear as another clip started playing, this time a girl named Devon was eating out some random chick in a bar. Instinctively, Michael began thrusting his hips up into Kirsten's hand, his penis now fully erect. Kirsten suddenly let go and stepped around in front of him.

"I bet you'd like me to take care of that, wouldn't you?"

Michael nodded vigorously.

"You know, it is tempting. Look at that beautiful cock, all big and hard and ready just for me." She leaned down, until he could feel her breath on the crown of his penis. Suddenly she lifted her head up. "But you know something else? I do have to keep in shape. My personal trainer would throw a fit if she knew I had two meals for breakfast," said Kirsten with an evil smile on her face.

"mMMHhph!! MMPHPHMHH!!" Michael frantically tried to communicate.

"How's that for funny?" she said, laughing at him.

"mmyu, phmmcking pmmch."

"Tsk, tsk. You're already NOT going to be getting any from me for a loooooong time, running your mouth," she paused and giggled. "Or trying to run your mouth won't make me change my mind any quicker."

"MhhmhmhmMHMHmhhm!"

"Goodbye, Michael." His eyes widened as she stood up and got dressed.




The Big Time Pt. 01



"MMMHMHHMHMPHMHMHPHPMH!!!" Michael was absolutely desperate.

She stepped over to his bedroom door. "And by the way, I'll be back to pick up my panties later," she said with a smile. Then she turned and was gone.

Michael struggled against his restraints one more time, then slumped back in his chair, defeated. He looked at the screen. OH NO. Not this one. The unmistakable giggling of the teen porn star Jenna Haze filled the air. 

6:13 pm.

Tom came walking back to the house with a short, pretty brunette with brown eyes hanging off his arm, talking and giggling together. He had hooked up with her yesterday afternoon, after Allen had beat him up. He wove together quite a tale of winning a brutal fight with a pair of muggers. Not that he actually fooled her, but she thought he was way sexy and decided to humor him. 

"So you own this building?"

"Yep. All mine. I'm not your typical broke ass college kid," he said as unlocked the door and opened it.

"No, you aren't. You sound suspiciously like one of those rich little punks who didn't have to work a day in his life. Do you really own this building, or did daddy buy this for you?" she said as she crossed her arms around his neck.

"Mommy, actually. Still wanna go to the 7:00 show?" Tom put his hands on her tiny waist.

"Actually, we've been out all day," she said with a smile. "Maybe we oughta stay in tonight."

"I thought you had enough of that yesterday, Rachael."

"I coulda taken you and those two 'muggers' and it wouldn't have been enough," she said just before she pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "Think your roommate would be up for a little action?"

"You are definitely a wildcat, girl. Let's go find out, he's probably somewhere around here, moping about his life. Have a seat, I'll go find him."

Rachael sat on their recliner and removed her jacket. She was wearing a sensible blouse and skirt that betrayed her wild tendencies. A small, petite girl, she had big brown eyes and short brown hair, ending just below her shoulders.

Tom walked through the hallway, checking in the kitchen and the bathroom. "Yo, Mikey! Got a big surprise for you, man!" He got to Michael's bedroom door and walked in. "Mike?" he spotted his roommate. "WHOA! Sorry man, didn't know you were busy."

"mhmmhhpmhm, mhmhmphmhm," mumbled Michael.

"What? Who gagged you? Did someone break in?" asked Tom as he pulled the tape loose and pulled the cloth out of Michael's mouth.

"Tom, please turn off my computer," said Michael very calmly, his eyes wide open, his cock still erect. "No one broke in."

"Um, okay man." He turned the computer off. "Why are your hands behind your back? Kinda hard to whack off without those."

"You're telling me." Michael's eyes were still wide open and staring at the blank computer screen. "You wouldn't happen to have handcuff keys, would you?"

"You're cuffed? If no one broke in, then who the hell did that to you? That fat fucking black guy?" said Tom, as he scratched his head and looked at the cuffs. 

"Yeah. Under Kirsten FUCKING Dunst's orders." Michael was obviously very, very miffed.

"You know, I don't care how many times you say her name, until I see her face to face, I still don't believe you."

"Fine. Do we have a hacksaw or bolt cutters or anything to get me out of these things? And will you please toss a shirt over my crotch? I've had a hard on for the last eight GODDAMN hours. I'd prefer if it was at least out of view."

"Don't you DARE cover that beautiful cock up!"

Tom quickly turned around and stood in front of Michael. "Oh, hey!"

"Who is that, Tom?" said Michael. He leaned his head to the side to look. From what he could see, she was one hot little number. "Oh. Nice work."

"Thanks," said Tom. "Rachael, this is my roommate, Michael Torbin. Michael, Rachael Cook."

"As in, Leigh Cook, I suppose," said Michael sarcastically.

"Yep," said Tom, beaming. "Aren't grandiose claims much more believable when there is physical proof to back them up?"

"Okay, you're shitting me, Tom. Is this some sort of mind game? Just because you don't believe I hooked up with Kirsten Dunst, does-"

"You and Kiki got together?" she asked. "Oooh, I need details."

Tom stepped aside and let Michael get a full view of Rachael's diminutive stature. Okay. That is definitely the girl from "She's All That." 

"He's lying. He doesn't have the looks to pick up a movie star."

"Oh, I disagree, Tom. Just because he's got a normal looking male body, instead of a really lumpy musclehead type body doesn't make him unattractive. Not to mention his, um, equipment," said Rachael as she stepped into the room and sat on the bed. Rachael seemed to have a genuine fondness for large, sculpted penises. The way she looked at Michael's cock was starting to bring him out of his porn-induced stupor.

"And what's wrong with lumpy musclehead type bodies?" asked Tom.

"Anybody ever tell you, you look like an elf?" said Michael.

"Why does everybody keep saying that?" said an annoyed Rachael.

"Could someone please cover me up? I'm a little cold here, and just a bit uncomfortable with sitting naked and handcuffed in front of a girl I just met."

"And I'm a bit uncomfortable with your fucking wand waving in the wind," said Tom. He tossed a deep green robe over Michael's shoulders and folded it shut.

"Thanks."

"Aww. Do we really have to cover it up? I thought we were gonna have some fun," said Rachael with a pout that sent both men reeling.

"Well I'm up for it," said Tom. They both looked at Michael.

"Um…well, I, Kirsten is supposed to come here for-"

"Dinner! Well, I'm here. Your door was open. Hi Rachael!" said Kirsten as she entered the room. She was wearing a stunning little black dress and a light coat, obviously ready for a night on the town. She had on a touch of makeup, and she was wearing her hair up.

"Kiki! How are you?" said Rachael as she bounced off the bed and gave Kirsten a hug.

"Good, good. What are you doing in Chicago? And here in this room of all places?"

"Just doing a little shopping, actually. You look like you've been doing a little shopping too," said Rachael as she gave Kirsten the once over.

"Actually, Michael and I were supposed to go out tonight, but you look like you have something else in mind."

While the two girls had their conversation, Michael smiled smugly at Tom. Tom was suitably impressed. "I'll never doubt you again, my friend," said Tom. Then he leaned over and whispered, "We've got Rachael Leigh Cook and Kirsten Dunst in our house, in your fucking bedroom! What do you think we should do?"

"You don't have to whisper," said Michael. "They can hear you." Tom looked up.

"That is an excellent question," said Rachael. "What are we to do? Personally, I think I had the right idea from the beginning."

"And what is that?" asked Kirsten, her arms crossed.

Rachael gently grasped Kirsten's face with her two hands, pulled her down and tenderly kissed her. Kirsten returned it and slowly slipped her tongue inside the smaller girl's mouth. She uncrossed her arms and clasped her hands at the small of Rachael's back. They kissed for a few more seconds before breaking it and looking over at two utterly shocked and amazed college students.

"You. Better. Have. Those. Keys," said Michael with an animalistic edge to his voice. Tom was speechless.

Kirsten reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small key ring with two keys on it. She was about to walk over when Rachael stopped her. Michael yanked on the cuffs hard and almost growled.

"Wow, he certainly seems eager," said Rachael. She came over and pulled open the robe, his cock exposed to the world once again. "Oh Kiki, how could you leave him like this for the whole day?"

"Because he's mean," said Kirsten with a hint of hurt in her eyes. Michael was no fool. He saw that flicker, and felt more than a little guilty.

"Listen Kirsten," said Michael. 

"Shh," Rachael cut him off. "I have been horny all day, Tom didn't exactly satisfy me last night."

"What?" said Tom weakly.

"Just kidding, stud. You're better than most. But seeing your friend here, horny and tied down like an animal, just gets my juices flowing." And she wasn't kidding. She pulled here skirt down, and showed off the wet spot in her panties. Then she took that off along with her blouse and did a twirl for her three admiring spectators.

She sat across Michael's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard. When he didn't return the kiss, she pulled off and looked at him, confused.

"Wait a second, Rachael," he looked up questioningly at Kirsten. She then dropped her coat to the floor, carefully stripped off her dress and walked over to the Rachael and Michael. She was still wearing her bra and panties, they were lacy, black and sexy as all hell.

"You know, considering the way you ate my pussy this morning, I find it hard to believe that you need lessons on kissing a girl." Kirsten stood over Rachael and bent her head up and kissed her again, their tongues intertwining, and playing with each other. Michael's cock twitched at the sight. Tom was still speechless, still frozen in his position.

"Well?" asked Rachael as the two of them stopped kissing. Well, Kirsten doesn't seem to mind. He quickly leaned over and kissed her. Rachael was a little surprised by his swiftness, but she kissed back and soon Rachael's hand dropped to his cock and began tugging and stroking it.

"Tom, how'd you like it when Allen kicked your ass yesterday?" Kirsten's jab at Tom's ego snapped him to attention.

"Hey, I let him off easy. He's lucky he's not in a hospital right now," said Tom as he stared at her breasts.

"Riiiight," said Kirsten sarcastically. "You don't seem too annoyed that Rachael is making out with Michael."

"That's 'cause I assumed that Michael would let me fuck his celebrity girlfriend. You know, a little exchange program?" There's that charm.

"You are definitely a prick. But if your body makes up for your mouth, we might be in business." Kirsten looked at him, waiting for his reaction. Tom wasted no time. He quickly began pulling his clothes off and was naked within seconds. Kirsten looked him up and down, and shrugged. He was muscular and definitely in shape, his cock didn't measure up to Michael's but it was still impressive.

"Fine, but don't get too attached, okay?" Kirsten stripped down to nothing, and got down on her knees before Tom.

"That's a question you should be asking yourself."

"Oh really? This oughta shut you up." Kirsten grabbed Tom's cock and wrapped her sweet lips around the head. Tom gasped and his knees shook slightly. He looked down and was as appreciative of the view as any other man would be. Kirsten kept her focus and licked and slurped his cock like there was no tomorrow. 

Meanwhile, Rachael stopped stroking Michael's cock, and was about to get down and blow him. "What I need right now, is to fuck a tight, hot, wet pussy. I have a porn induced, eight hour load of cum to get rid of, right fucking now!" he said. "Think you can help me?"

She smiled slyly at him, then pressed his legs together, looked him straight in the eyes and lowered herself onto his steel erection. After the first half was in, she bit her lip and stopped for just a moment. She acted like such a promiscuous girl, but apparently she still retained the same kind of tightness that men love. 

Rachael slowly let gravity pull her down. Soon, his cock was buried deep inside her pussy, and she slowly began to ride him. She leaned back and put her hands on his knees, puffing out her small chest to him. He eagerly went after her breasts, and sucked and licked her nipples. She was grunting and moaning as she thrust her hips back and forth at an ever increasing pace.

"OOOOOOOhhhh, yes! Fuck me you stud, fuck me!" she screamed.

As much as Tom was enjoying the amazing blowjob Kirsten was giving him, he definitely wanted to fuck her. He tried to pull her up, but she just sucked him harder.

"Oh shit. Kirsten, ooh, please let me fuck you!" Tom begged.

For a moment she released his cock from her mouth and said, "If you can keep from blowing your load for thirty seconds, sure."

Tom looked up at the wall clock, 6:34:17 pm. "Nothing to it. Give me your best shot!"

Even in the midst of fucking Rachael Leigh Cook, Michael heard Tom say that. I know what she's going to do, he thought, He doesn't stand a chance. Michael caught Kirsten winking at him from the corner of his eye.

Kirsten stopped sucking and held the head of Tom's cock inside her mouth. Then she sunk all the way down and deep throated him completely. She gave his penis the same treatment she had given Michael's cock and soon, Tom load hurtled down her throat and directly into her stomach. She hardly even tasted it.

"OH GOD DAMN!! JESUS THAT WAS GOOD!!" yelled Tom as he stopped twitching and leaned up against the wall to steady himself. He looked at Kirsten and smiled. "I think I win."

"Mickey Mouse says you don't." said Kirsten. Tom looked at the wall, and was shocked to see Mickey's hand ticking 23…24…25.

"That's impossible!"

Kirsten came over and looked at Rachael's sweaty body, admiring Michael's handiwork. She got close, brushed away some of Rachael's hair and began licking and sucking her ear. Then she reached around and began rubbing Rachael's clit. 

Rachael gyrated on Michael's cock while sucking on his tongue. "Make me come, Mike, oh god make me come!" 

Kirsten then began lifting Rachael up and down, she brought her up until his cock was just barely inside, then plunged her down hard. She cried out in pleasure every time she did this. Soon Kirsten's arms became tired and Rachael began using her legs to bring herself up and down. "I'm so close baby. SO close!" she whispered into his hear. She had leaned forward now, pressing her tits and hard nipples into his chest, her chin resting on his shoulder. Kirsten licked her fingers and began rubbing Rachael's clit again.

"Yes Kiki!!, Oh yes! OH yes! OH YES!! YEEEESSSSSSSSS!!" Rachael climaxed and flooded Michael's crotch with girl cum. As her pussy spasmed on his cock, he closed his eyes, and again began pulling furiously on the cuffs. Soon, his balls gave up what Rachael's pussy so desperately wanted. He came with a bellow, shooting a stream of cum deep inside Rachael's hungry vagina. He spurted and spurted and spurted cum inside, letting loose hours of sexual frustration. 

Rachael could feel the warmth spreading inside of her, and she moaned quietly into his ear. Breathing heavily, she looked into his eyes and gave him a tender, loving kiss. He returned it gratefully, his body slowly beginning to relax, and his penis deflating. The only thing he wanted to do at that moment was pick Rachael up in his arms, lay her down in his bed, and continue making love to her. As it was though, he was still helplessly chained to the radiator. 

After the kiss, Kirsten helped Rachael raise herself off of Michael and onto the bed. Tom had started to recover and lay down next to the fallen celebrity, trying to see if she was still up for a little fucking fun. She slowly stroked his cock as they whispered to each other and did a little light petting.

Michael looked at Kirsten with tired eyes. She regarded him with a bit of hesitation, although Michael didn't pick up on that particular thing as much he noticed her nubile young body. Her bald pussy was so adorable. He wondered if he would ever get tired of staring at her. 

"Looks like she drained you, literally," said Kirsten with a smirk.

"Not quite," said Michael. It wouldn't take much for a beautiful woman like Kirsten to get him hard again.

"You shoulda told me that he was such an amazing fuck, Kiki," said Rachael as Tom was kissing her neck.

"I would have if I had known." 

"Haha. You mean I got him before you did?" Michael's ears perked up at that. If one thing will get a woman going, jealousy was it. Kirsten shot a deadly stare at Michael. Jesus, I thought she was okay with it. Women, he thought.

"You may have fucked him first, but I'm going to fuck him best. Right?" Kirsten glared at Michael.

"Um, okay, Kirsten. It'll be more fun if my hands weren't tied behind my back, so, if you'll uncuff me…"

"Nope, not fair," said Rachael, matter-of-factly. "He didn't get to use his hands on me."

"Okay, fine. No hands," said Kirsten.

Michael groaned, "When am I going to get out of these cuffs!?"

"Not until after done I'm fucking you!" Okay, Michael was not in an unenviable situation.

"And your words this morning?"

"I figure 8 hours with a hard on was a long time," she said with a shy grin.

"It was an eternity, Kirsten. This has been the longest day of my life." Michael was not lying and he looked wistfully at Rachael and Tom, wishing the room was empty. Kirsten looked a tiny bit sad too, since their first time together would be in the middle of a four person orgy.

"I promise that you and I will get some time alone together, soon," she said sincerely. "But now, I'm going to show little miss She's All That how to really work a cock like yours."

Kirsten got on her knees and sucked his cock a bit until he was fully erect again. Then she bent over and stuck her pussy in his face so he could prep her for his entry. Finally, she turned around, and straddled Michael's cock. She slid down with almost as much difficulty as Rachael did, even doing that same adorable, eyes-closed, lip bite. Michael closed his eyes so he could relish the incredible sensation of Kirsten's tight pussy sliding down his cock. 

Unlike Rachael, Kirsten wasted no time at all. She almost immediately began quickening the pace of the fucking, using her lithe legs to propel herself back and forth and up and down much faster than Rachael did. Michael wished he could use his hands to steady the wild fucking he was receiving, he couldn't even get a nipple in his mouth.

Not that it mattered, however. Michael was definitely getting to an orgasm faster than he did with Rachael, but he was determined not to blow his load too early, especially since this was the first time he and Kirsten were having sex. Kirsten was getting close to one too, her hair was becoming matted to her face. Kirsten steadied herself and grabbed Michael's head and made him suck her soft breasts.

Rachael was starting to get into Tom's ministrations, she stopped watching Kirsten and Michael fuck and kissed Tom. "Well, I'm certainly getting horny again."

"Good. Because I'm not going to let Mike show me up. I'm going to show him up." With that, Tom flipped Rachael onto her stomach, and then pulled her onto her hands and knees. He was about to give her pussy a few licks before he realized that his friend had left quite a load of cum inside her.

"Ugh," he muttered under his breath.

"What are you waiting for?" asked Rachael, slightly annoyed.

"Um. How do you feel about anal sex?"

"Don't mind it at all. Just go slowly, okay?" said Rachael. "Oh yeah, you're gonna have to rim me first too."

"Better her ass than her cum-filled pussy," thought Tom.

Tom placed his hands on her supple cheeks and gently pulled them apart. He leaned down and stuck his tongue and hesitantly began licking her asshole.

"Oh come on, Tom. I meant be gentle when you actually fuck my ass. Lick it, spit in it, just make it nice and slick."

Tom lost his inhibitions, and really began to lick her puckered asshole. He rimmed it then stuck his tongue inside. Then he spit in it a few times and pushed some of his saliva inside with his finger.

"That's the way…good job…I think I'm ready now," said Rachael between moans.

Tom held his penis and pressed the head against her tight opening. She squirmed a little as she tried to relax her sphincter muscles and allow Tom to continue his push. Slowly, the head of Tom's dick was enveloped and the shaft soon followed. After pushing himself in to the hilt, he stopped and marveled at the extraordinary warmth and tightness of her ass. 




The Big Time Pt. 01



"Ahem," Rachael cutely cleared her throat.

"Oh, right," said Tom. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He kept the pace nice and rhythmic, bringing both of them great pleasure. Soon, she started to push back on his dick, urging him to go faster.

"Yeah, that's the way. You like fucking my ass with your big dick? Huh? Like it?!" Rachael's dirty talk was seriously turning Tom on, and he punctuated each hard thrust with a savage grunt. He increased his speed significantly. His balls were slapping her pussy and he reached around and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing and massaging it. Rachael reached back and rubbed her clit furiously with her fingers.

"Oooh, I'm gonna come Rachael!"

"So am I, just a little more, Tom, just a little more!"

The sound of flesh slapping together was soon overcome by the yells and cries of orgasmic bliss from both Tom and Rachael. He continued stroking her ass with his cock as he spilled his cum inside her anus. After the last jet of cum, Tom fell over to the side of Rachael and onto the bed, utterly exhausted. Rachael lay on her side next to him, enjoying the feeling of two warm loads of cum in two of her orifices. She looked at Kirsten and Michael in amazement since neither of them had come yet, in spite of their pace. Gingerly, she stood up off the bed, being especially careful not to let any of the cum drip out of her body, and went over to them.

At this point, Kirsten had placed her feet on the floor and was standing slightly so Michael could thrust himself up into her sopping vagina. Rachael watched with delight at the speed with which Michael was fucking Kirsten. If he's not careful, she thought, he's going to get a cramp or something. Kirsten turned her head and frantically grabbed Rachael and jammed her tongue down her throat. Surprised, Rachael almost fell over before fighting Kirsten's tongue off with her own. Then she returned the favor and stuck her tongue inside Kirsten's mouth. Michael was well on his way to an explosive orgasm, the physical exertion of their spirited fucking simply adding to the pleasure.

Kirsten broke the kiss as Michael hit an especially sensitive spot in her vagina several times in a row. "OH! God! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she yelled. Her vagina contracted and squeezed Michael's cock very hard, the orgasm bubbling inside his balls threatening to erupt. Every muscle in Michael's body tensed, and he cried out that he was going to come. Suddenly Kirsten pulled herself off of him and grabbed Rachael by the hair and pushed her down so her face was right in front of Michael's rigid member. 

"Oh GOD!" he screamed as the first thick rope of sperm splattered Rachael's shocked face. She gamely opened her mouth as the second and third ropes of cum erupted towards her. She caught as much in her mouth as she did on her chin and neck. The last of his cum dribbled out of his cock and Rachael cupped her hands under it to try and catch every bit. Kirsten roughly pulled Rachael back up and kissed her, her tongue searching for the precious fluid she had worked so hard to obtain. Then she cleaned her face and neck off with her tongue. Rachael just closed her eyes, and with a cute grin smeared some of Michael's cum on Kirsten's ass.

"Holy shit, Mike, look what you did to the radiator," said Tom.

Michael turned and saw that the pipe he was cuffed to had been ripped from the wall completely. He was still cuffed, but at least now he could move around. Both Kirsten and Rachael looked over, and then Kirsten gave Rachael a triumphant look.

"Humph," Rachael pouted, her arms still around Kirsten's waist. "I still think I did a better job."

"Why don't we ask him?" said Kirsten. They both looked at him, while Tom tried to contain his mirth at Michael's situation.

Michael looked like a deer in headlights. Luckily he was smarter than some silly deer. "I have to go to the bathroom!" he said quickly as he stood and walked towards the door. 

"Whoa, slow down there," said Kirsten as she stepped in his path.

"Yeah, come sit down," said Rachael as she pushed him back into the same chair he had been sitting in for the whole day. "You're the only one who can settle the dispute here. Who gave you a better orgasm?"

"Um. Uh. Well." Michael's mind was racing. Here he was, sitting before two gorgeous naked women with their hands on their hips, standing in judgment. Was there any way for him to answer this question without endangering his life? Michael looked pleadingly at Tom, hoping he might give him a way out. Tom was content to let him sweat, getting just a little revenge for yesterday's incident with Allen. An idea popped into Michael's head. It was his only chance.

"Well?" said Kirsten, tapping her foot. Michael let out a low, quick whistle. "What? What did you say?"

X came bounding into the room and rubbed himself between the girls' bare legs. Rachael knelt down and cooed when she saw the loveable dog. Kirsten looked down at X. Suddenly she realized Michael's ploy, and looked back towards the chair, but he was already gone. She quickly looked around for the keys but they were gone off the floor too. 

"That sneaky little bastard!" said Kirsten, shaking her head.

"Hmm? Have you seen this dog? He's so adorable!" said Rachael as she rubbed the dog's ears, much to his delight.

"Yeah, we've met. Hi, X (bark!)," said Kirsten with a bit of exasperation in her voice. "I'm going to find Michael." Kirsten walked out of the room, still stark naked.

"Did he just say hello? And his name is X?" asked Rachael.

"Yep and yep. Hey X. (bark!)," said Tom. "He's Mike's dog and he's exceptionally well trained."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You think X coming in here and distracting you two was an accident?"

Kirsten casually strolled nude through the house, an elegant image of angelic beauty, God's gift to heterosexual men. There weren't many places to hide in the house, it wasn't a very big place. "Miiiiichael," she called out. "You're going to answer that question if we have to tie you down and torture you!"

She spotted the cuffs on the floor in the kitchen. All she could hear was the muffled conversation of Tom and Rachael in Michael's bedroom. She tiptoed into the kitchen, looking around quickly. Kirsten stopped over the handcuffs, and bent over to pick them up. As she was rising back up, Michael sneaked up behind her. "Hmm," said Kirsten. 

"BOO!"

"Aaiiiee!" she screamed and dropped the cuffs. She spun around and Michael picked her up in his arms and twirled around, laughing. She playfully beat his chest with her fists, giggling at him.

"I hope my second attempt at a joke was a little more 'fun' scary and a little less 'real' scary then the last?" said Michael.

"Yes, this time was a lot more fun," she said with her hands on his chest. She frowned slightly. "But really, please don't ever do what you did to me this morning ever again. I don't think I could take it."

Michael placed her back on the floor again. "Never again, Kirsten. Believe me, never again." Kirsten smiled. "Hey, what was with you jumping off and making Rachael take a shot to the mouth? Are you not on the pill?"

"No, it's not that. It's just," she hesitated and held his right hand between both of hers. She noticed the cuts and bruising on his wrist. "Oh my god! Are you okay?!"

"Don't worry, it's not like a vein or anything got cut."

"Don't worry? Come on, we have to clean this up. Have any medicine or bandages here?" 

"If we do, it's probably in the bathroom." She grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "Oww. You don't have to be in such a hurry, the bathroom is right over there."

She looked genuinely concerned. "Oh! Sorry. I'll try and be more careful." She pulled him by the elbow and brought him into the bathroom.

Rachael was utterly in love with X. She was having a lot of fun petting him and giving him orders.

"Mike loves to show him off. You wouldn't believe the amount of tail he gets when he and X go out during the day," said Tom.

"I think I can, how can anyone not love this dog? He's so cute." X was sitting, panting with his tongue hanging out. Just like any man would be with a naked Rachael Leigh Cook patting his head and scratching his ears.

"X can do a lot more than the usual sit, stand, beg type stuff. Unfortunately, he'll only do it for Michael. He's a bit protective of him." Tom was reclining on the bed.

"X protective of Michael, or Michael protective of X?"

"Either. Or both. You know, I never needed X to help me with the ladies." Rachael rolled her eyes. "But Michael should definitely show you some of the stuff X can do. Since you two are already, shall we say, intimately acquainted, he doesn't really need to keep it a secret." Tom yawned. "Wow, I'm tired."

"I'm hungry. Since you're not the average college kid, I take it you're not living on mac and cheese."

"That's only for special occasions. Tonight, we can probably just throw a few filet mignons on the grill out back. That means we'd have to get dressed."

"That means you have to get dressed," said Rachael with a grin. "X'll keep you company, right boy? (bark!) I'm going to see what Michael and Kirsten are up to." Rachael stood and walked out of the room as Tom went to his room and put on a pair of shorts and a shirt. He grabbed some steaks and seasonings and walked outside and fired up the grill. It was just past 7:00 and the sun was still out, barely. X bounded outside, wagging his tail at all the raw meat. Tom wondered where everyone was.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry about this," said Rachael as she spread some ointment on Michael's wrist. Kirsten was tending to his other wrist. "I should've let Kirsten let you loose."

"Jeez, you two have to relax. It's not that bad. You're acting like this is serious." Michael was leaning up against the sink, either nude girl holding one of his injured forearms. 

"Why didn't you say anything while we were in the bedroom? I would've unlocked them if I knew they were hurting you," said Kirsten. 

"The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure, believe me."

"Speaking of which…" said Rachael. Michael winced, but not from his wounds. I am a moron.

"Please don't make me answer that question. I don't think it's fair to either of you. Besides, I don't think I could make a choice and still have a clear conscience."

"Oh please," said Rachael. "You just don't want one of us to stop fucking you because you said the other was better." She put a small bandage on his cut and patted it down. Kirsten finished up just after.

"Or he wants another demonstration," said Kirsten.

Michael looked like he was about to retort, then he shrugged and nodded. Rachael and Kirsten both squeezed his wounds a little.

"OWwWW!"

The scent of grilled meat wafted into the room from the small back yard. "Oooh, food. I'm ravenous. You guys coming?" said Rachael as she left the bathroom. Michael stopped Kirsten before she left the bathroom.

"You never finished your sentence in the kitchen. 'It's just…'" said Michael.

"Michael, what we did in your room, with Tom and Rachael, that was just plain fucking. Way too hot an opportunity to pass up. If you're going to come inside me, it has to be just you and me. I want it to be special."

"You sound like you want a relationship out of this, Kirsten," said Michael with a laugh. "You don't?" she asked, a little saddened. Michael looked at her with surprise, he didn't think she was serious, especially considering how quickly the relationship had progressed to sex.

"Uh, I guess I never considered it a possibility."

"Oh," said Kirsten as she turned away. "Forget it then," she said sadly.

"Wait," said Michael as he grasped her arm and turned her around.

Interesting, when, where and with whom the important moments in a person's life happen. Michael looked deeply into her eyes and considered his options. He saw endless sexual pleasure, himself hobnobbing with Hollywood heavyweights, a chance to finally get out on his own, away from school and his parents. He saw a beautiful woman who was as eager to please him as he was to please her, a funny, vivacious person that any man could fall in love with, let alone him. Most importantly, he thought he saw a chance, a chance that he would be the one man that she would fall in love with. But for all the foresight Michael thought he had, the most obvious one didn't occur to him until last.

"You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?" said Michael.

"Yes, but I'll be back here in July to do the movie," she said quickly.

"Assuming it gets made?"

"Well, yeah, there is that part of it."

"You should know that I just go to school here, Kirsten. I'm actually from Maryland. Chances are I won't be in Chicago when you come back."

"Oh." She was crestfallen.

"Unless…" Michael's mind was churning.

"Unless what?" she said, grateful for any idea that might keep the two of them together.

"You said that you don't have a male lead for the movie, right? You think I got the look to be in showbiz?"

Kirsten's eyes lit up. "I can't believe that never occurred to me! All you need is a little make up and a personal trainer, and you'd be perfect for the part! Hell, you don't even need to know how to act, once the right people get done with you, you can be the next big thing!"

"Whoa, whoa. Slow down, Kirsten. I didn't mean becoming an actor. I just meant coming out to LA for a few weeks under the guise of coming for an audition," he paused. "And what do you mean, a personal trainer? Have you even felt these rock hard abs, honey?"

"Yes," she said as she pinched his modest gut. "And there's only one thing on your body that's 'rock-hard,' and even then it's only for a few minutes."

"A few minutes!? When that special night gets here, I'll show you a 'few minutes,'" he said with a playful sneer. "'Rock hard for a few minutes,'" he said in disgust.

"Oh, hush you," said Kirsten as she craned her neck and gave him a gentle kiss. After the kiss, he laughed a little. "What?" asked Kirsten.

"Do you realize that's only the second time we've kissed each other? After everything we've done together, we shared our second kiss in a smelly bathroom, absolutely stark naked." Kirsten looked at him and nodded with agreement. He continued, "I know that's not how I envisioned it happening."

"How did you-"

Michael cut her off by grabbing her small waist, leaning her back and giving her a kiss worthy of an Oscar nomination, or at least an MTV award. She placed her arms around his neck, and moaned happily into his mouth. Michael could have stood in that bathroom for hours tasting Kirsten's sweet lips. The unfortunate biological necessity of breathing finally halted their kiss…briefly. They took quick breaths and again became lost in each other's arms. 

The smell of grilled steak again wafted into the bathroom. They finally broke their kiss and Michael said, "Mmm."

"Are you saying that because of me, or that interesting aroma of dried urine and steak?"

"Um. You , of course." She rolled her eyes at him. "Well, what do you expect? I haven't eaten all day, thanks to you," said Michael, still holding Kirsten in his arms.

"Do you have any idea how exclusive that meal was this morning? It was one-of-a-kind! All of a dozen people have even gotten a whiff of that delicacy" said Kirsten lightheartedly.

"That's true, that's true," he said as they released each other and walked towards his bedroom to put some clothes on. "Considering your breakfast though, you might as well have just gone to McDonald's. You know, millions and millions served."

She giggled. "You're disgusting." 

"I'm tasteful. Maybe I should have Thomas regale you with his enormous collection of dirty jokes." Michael pulled on a pair of shorts and an old And1 shirt.

"Please don't. I don't know much more of you and your roommate's charm I can take." Kirsten picked up her dress and hung it in his closet. "Got anything I can wear? Clean, preferably?"

"I got stuff you can wear, just give it a smell before you put it on though."

"Eww. Are all college guys as disgusting as you?" she asked as she pulled on a t shirt and a pair of boxers, after checking for any ominous stains, of course.

Michael scratched his chin and thought for a moment. "Yeah, pretty much. Now come on, I'm starving."

8:41 pm.

After a hearty meal of steak and beer, Kirsten and Rachael gave themselves clean up duty, since Tom cooked dinner. Tom and Michael had settled down on the small porch out back with their drinks.

"This has been one HELL of a night, hasn't it?" said Tom.

"You're telling me. I think I'm about to pass out, I'm so tired."

"What? Don't be a pussy. It's not even nine yet!"

"Yeah, I know. But come on, three monster orgasms in one day is enough to take any man done for the count. It would take quite a sight for me to get hard again."

"Ever imagine anything like this happening?" asked Tom.

"Yes, actually."

"So what do you think of Rachael?"

"Definitely a wild one. Even moreso than that Kelly chick from our freshman year."

"Yes she is. Think she'll introduce me to some more of her wild celebrity friends?"

"Oh please. How many wild, bisexual female celebrities do you think there are?"

Suddenly, Tom's beer almost slipped out of his hand. "What's wrong?" asked Michael.

"How's that for a sight to get you hard again?" asked Tom, pointing towards the window.

***

"Hand me that dish towel, will you?" asked Rachael, holding a couple steak knives.

Kirsten gave it to her as she washed her hands, the last of the dirty dishes having been cleaned. She looked out a small window towards the two guys she had just fucked and met. Or met and fucked. Kirsten was surprised at herself for how bold she was with Michael. It took quite a long time for her to warm up to Allen, and he was her bodyguard for years. He even tried to accompany her to her prom. But Allen would never be more than a special friend, they both knew that.

"They're pretty hot aren't they?" said Rachael as she followed Kirsten's gaze out the window.

"Yeah, but your guy has got a mouth on him."

"From what you said about this morning, I think your guy does too," said Rachael as she turned towards Kirsten. Kirsten blushed. For all of her wild sexual tendencies and fame, she was still a little shy at heart. "How did you two meet?

"In a bar actually. We spotted each other from across the room but it took him a little while for him to pick up on the signals I was sending him."

"A bar? How old are you?"

"I'm 21 now, thank you very much," said Kirsten defiantly.

"Okay, okay Kiki." Rachael thought a moment. "Hey how come he still calls you Kirsten? You two are obviously more than friends, and you really seem to be taken by him. I got to call you Kiki even before we had, uh, 'gotten' together."

"Well, we were friends before we had 'gotten' together. I guess things moved a little too fast between him and me. Besides, there's something about him, you know?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Definitely something." Then Rachael stepped closer to Kirsten. "You know, you and I haven't 'gotten' together for a long time."

Kirsten brushed some of Rachael's hair out of her eyes. "I know, kissing you back there brought back some great memories."

"I'm sure those two won't mind if we reminisced for a little while?" said Rachael as she slipped her hands inside the loose boxers Kirsten was wearing and gave her ass a squeeze.

"Mmm. I don't think they'd mind at all." With that, Kirsten kissed Rachael and their tongues dueled like it was old times. Kirsten's hands roamed over the smaller woman's body, squeezing and fondling everything she came across. 

"You have got to get me naked and on my back!" said Rachael before she kissed Kirsten again.




The Big Time Pt. 02



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Chapter 2: Homecoming

9:45 am. Monday, May 19, 2003.

Michael awoke to the heavy bass of his stereo, belting out "Move Bitch" by Ludacris. He rolled over and looked at his clock. Then he felt around with his arm to look for Rachael, but she wasn't in the bed. He pulled a pillow over his head and closed his eyes.

"MOVE bitch, get out the way, get out the way bitch, get out the way!" screamed Ludacris and his crew.

"Argh. Who the hell turned this shit on?" said Michael through the pillow.

"Hey, I just pushed play. That's your CD spinning in there," said a distinctly feminine voice.

"Can you please turn it off?" said Michael, his head still buried under a pillow.

"Nope, you gotta get up if you want it off." When she saw that he still wasn't moving, she climbed up onto the bed and stood over him. She then proceeded to jump up and down as high and as hard as she could. He finally pulled the pillow off his face and looked up at the tiny woman making so much trouble.

"The bitches want me to fuck - true true. Hold up wait up, shorty Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?" Michael burst out laughing, as Rachael Leigh Cook rapped alongside Mystikal's verse in the song. Apparently she knew it by heart. 

Michael was wide awake now from the commotion of Rachael's jumping and utter hilarity of listening to her sweet voice rapping and swearing like she was Dr. Dre. She jumped again and he moved quickly to sweep her legs out from under her and she came crashing down, laughing and giggling. He marveled at how two mornings in a row, a beautiful woman had ended up in his bed. 

"You like rap?" asked Michael.

"Yep. Strange, huh?"

"Funny, actually. You don't seem like the type. Then again, I guess I didn't think you were the pussy eating, cock hungry, anal sex loving type either."

"Live and learn," she said. "Up for some breakfast?" When his eyes perked up, she sighed and said, "Not a Kirsten Dunst-type breakfast, god knows the girl can't cook. An RLC-type, like eggs and toast?"

"Sure, sounds great." Rachael popped up off the bed. "Oh well," he muttered under his breath. He got into his robe, switched the stereo off and moved off towards the kitchen. Thomas was already up and eating. Rachael was busy looking in the fridge. A bowl of fluffy, yellow scrambled eggs was sitting in the middle of the kitchen table, along with some slightly burnt toast.

"Morning Tom," said Michael as he grabbed a piece of toast.

"Hey, this is the life isn't it?" said Tom. Michael nodded in agreement. "Woman! Where's my coffee!?"

Rachael looked over her shoulder and stared daggers into him. Tom looked back down at his plate and continued to eat his eggs.

"No orange juice? Or milk?" asked Rachael.

"There should be plenty of beer in there," said Tom.

Rachael stood up and looked at him. "You drink beer with eggs?"

"Tom drinks beer with cookies," said Michael, munching his last bit of toast.

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

"Don't knock it 'till you tried it," said Tom. Rachel filled a glass with tap water, served herself some eggs and sat down with the two men.

"After breakfast, someone has to give me a ride back to my hotel. I'm in desperate need of a long, hot shower," said Rachael with a sigh.

"I'll do it," said Michael and Tom in unison. "No, you won't. Yes I will!" they said, still in unison.

"It's my car!" said Tom.

"It's my gas!" countered Michael.

"Boys, boys, boys," said Rachael primly. "You can both take me back." In the background, X started barking.

"Hey, looks like you gotta take care of X. He sounds hungry," said Tom.

"Forget X, I'm taking her back," said Michael.

"I'm shocked Michael Torbin!" said Tom. "How dare you let your cute little dog starve while you go gallivanting around with some harlot!"

"Yeah, Mike, you're gonna leave your dog hungry just to give me a ride?" said Rachael. Then she looked at Tom. "HARLOT?! Maybe I'll walk!"

"Oh, I'm just joking, Rachael, but not about the dog. I took care of him last time, Mike, it's your turn. And because I like you, I won't have Rachael's bodyguard beat you up when you come back."

"Fine, I could use a jog anyway," said Michael. "I hope you two have fun." Michael put his plate in the sink, put his shoes on and left the house, X in tow.

"Aww, he could've come too," said Rachael. "I wouldn't have minded."

"I bet you wouldn't. But you're all mine today," said Tom with a wicked smile.

***

Bethesda, Maryland.

Joseph awoke with a start. Wrinkled papers were stuck to his face and a puddle of drool was slowly soaking into his monthly planner. He was in his den at home, sitting in an expensive leather chair and still wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing since last week. He rubbed his eyes and groaned, he figured he'd be used to sleeping while sitting by now. The lamp on his desk was burning brightly, hurting his eyes. He slapped the switch off and put his head back down, barely avoiding the drool.

The scent of bacon wafted into the small room. Joseph's stomach rumbled and he lifted his tired head. "Mmm. Thank God for Rosa," he said. Joseph dragged himself out of the room and down the long hallway towards the kitchen.

The Torbin's lived in an elegant, Victorian style mansion, in absolute pristine condition. Constructed in 1893 on a 40 acre lot, the impressive home had passed through the hands of some of the most prominent citizens in Maryland's history. In 1984, when Joseph was first appointed the head of Lockheed's R&D division, he used his substantial signing bonus to purchase the house. Joseph, his wife Sharon and son Michael moved into the house in April of that year.

Lockheed was very generous to their top employees. As such, Joseph accumulated large amounts of liquid funds. Being a science nerd type, he really had no idea what to do with all of it. Fortunately, Sharon was quite the shrewd investor, and turned his salary into millions in stocks and bonds. She controlled the money in the relationship.

Having finally made it all the way to the kitchen, Joseph saw his wife sitting at the kitchen counter, munching her breakfast and reading the Wall Street Journal. She had aged gracefully at 45, keeping the wrinkles and fat at bay with science and exercise. Her hair was still as ebony as it was when she was young. Joseph looked around the kitchen, noticing that the only food was on her plate.

"Rosa didn't cook anything for me?" he asked. 

"I gave her the day off. She needed a long weekend," said Sharon without looking up.

"So who cooked that?" he asked, pointing at her plate.

Sharon looked at him like he was an idiot and went back to reading her paper.

"Oh. Well thanks a LOT for cooking some for me too," he said sarcastically. He thought he saw a hint of a grin on her face. Joseph went to the pantry and got some cereal. He poured himself a bowl and sat at the kitchen table, facing away from Sharon and staring out the window.

"Find a job yet?" Sharon asked.

"No," said Joseph through gritted teeth. "It's not like I need one."

"Have you forgotten that our son is attending a very expensive private school?" she said.

Joseph dropped his spoon on the table and stood up. "We've got millions put away and you're worried about the $100,000 it's taking to put him through school?!"

"If you hadn't been so incompetent and lost tho-" Joseph quickly walked over to her and ripped the paper from her hands.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I did not lose that data!"

"Fine, Joe, fine," she said, completely unfazed by his anger. "Regardless, you still lost your job, and we lack a substantial income."

"SUBSTANTIAL? We could live in Beverly Hills on the interest from our investments alone!"

Sharon picked up her paper and began reading again. "I'm not going to argue with you, Joe. And please take a shower, you don't smell very good."

Joseph's lifelong resolve to never hit a woman was being severely tested. He clenched his fists and walked out of the room. Sharon turned to the next page in her paper.

10:33 am. Chicago, Illinois.

Michael trudged back up the front steps of his house, dripping with sweat from the blazing sun. He opened the door and X ran inside and immediately went to his water bowl. The house was quiet; Tom and Rachael had already left. Michael chugged down a couple glasses of water and then showered. A few minutes later the phone rang.

"Hello?" he said.

"Mike! How are you?" said a bright and sunny voice.

"Hi Kirsten. I'm good. You?" he asked. X padded into the room, pushing his food bowl in with his nose. With his thirst satiated, X was now demanding food.

"Fine. We've been in the air for a few hours now." She sounded annoyed.

"Is something wrong?" Michael waved X away, but he just sat there, whining.

"Not really, I just don't like crowded planes."

"You're in coach?" asked Michael, a little surprised.

"No, first class, but still. Hey, is that X? Tell him I said hello."

"X, Kirsten says hello. (bark)" X continued to whine, and Michael got up to feed him. "Fine, X. I'll get your food." Michael went into the kitchen and pulled out a half-empty bag of dog food. "X, bring your bowl back here."

"What's going on?"

"Just feeding X."

"Oh." There was an uncomfortable pause.

"What's wrong?" asked Michael.

"Nothing. Just looking over the script for Chicago Style Romance. There is some really bad dialogue in here."

"Okay," said Michael, a little unsure of what to say.

"Soooo, did Rachael stay over last night?"

Uh oh thought Michael. "Um. Yeah, she stayed with Tom for the night. I guess she was too tired to go back to her hotel," said Michael, hoping his bald-faced lie would pass through undetected.

"Hmm, weird."

"Why's that?"

"I imagine she had her choice between the two of you, and I'm surprised she picked Tom."

"Tom really isn't that bad a guy. Honestly."

"Maybe." She didn't sound too convinced of anything Michael was saying. 

"So, do you know when the movie guys are going to look for potential Chicago style boyfriends?" he asked, changing the subject.

She giggled. "The 'casting director' will 'audition' actors in a couple of weeks. You better get your butt in the gym. It'll really help your chances. My vote doesn't really count for much."

Michael walked out of the kitchen where X was noisily eating. "Kirsten, I'm not interested in auditioning or becoming an actor. I just want to spend time with you."

"I wanna see you too, Mike. Look, it doesn't matter if you're not any good at it. Our people here will just have to turn you into a pretty boy. I'm sure you can think of a few famous yet talent less actors making the rounds in Hollywood today."

"Yeah, I can. And tell me, WHY would I wanna be one of those guys?"

"Because those guys are famous and make lots of money. Plus, if you get the part, we'll get to spend a LOT of time together."

Michael hadn't considered the fact that he would be paid for the movie. A starring role in a movie with Kirsten Dunst would probably be worth a lot of money. And if the month it took to film the movie was as much fun as the weekend had been…

"Okay. I'll do the audition. Just promise me that they won't laugh me off the stage."

"You'll do it!? Great, I'll get my agency to set everything up. And they won't laugh at you. Unless you're really, really bad. But you won't be, I'm sure."

"Yeah, right. So, assuming I get the part, do I get a trailer?" asked Michael.

She laughed. "Yes, Mike, we get trailers."

"Soundproofed?"

"Um, I'll have to check on that, but hopefully we'll have some first hand experience with that in July," she said slyly. There were some voices in the background. "Guess we're starting to land. I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Have a safe landing."

"Don't jinx me," she said as she hung up.

4:45 pm. Sunday, May 25. Bethesda, Maryland.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" shouted Michael as he was standing in the foyer of his house. There was a slight echo.

"Ah, Michael, it is good to see you again."

"Hi, John. Are my parents here?" John was the longtime family butler.

"Your mother is on the golf course, and your father is, ahem, indisposed."

Michael sighed. "I thought I asked you to get rid of all the liquor in the house."

"It's a big house, sir. And I can't stop your father from getting into a car and buying gallons of cheap swill when I'm not around."

"Right. Well, I'll bring my things up to my room later. I'm going to talk to my Dad," said Michael as he walked towards the den.

"I can take care that for you, sir," said John.

"No. I'll do it. Just leave them where they are."

Michael immediately went towards the den, his father's favorite hideaway. He opened the door to see his father just the way he's been for the last year; face flat on the desk and a half empty plastic bottle of cheap vodka next to his head. Michael walked over and lifted his father's head up by the hair. He was completely out cold. Michael put his father's head back down and left the room.

Michael just couldn't understand why his father had fallen apart so badly. He lost his job, fired for incompetence. What did that matter though? Michael's parents have all the money that two people could ever need. There were a dozen cars in the garage, vacation homes in Venice and Nice, and a full service staff working at the house. Michael's parents have the one thing that 99% of people sweat blood their entire lives for, and they weren't happy.

He grabbed some of his suitcases and trudged his way up the grand staircase. He kicked open the door to his room and dragged his stuff inside. The room was a bit untidy. Michael never let any of the staff touch anything in his room. He set up his laptop on the desk and immediately checked his email. The people who represented Kirsten, the Shooting Star Talent Agency, had phoned him last week, and were supposed to send him some preliminary information.

"Hmm," thought Michael. The audition was going to be on Wednesday. This didn't leave much time for Michael to spend at home. "Good. I don't want to be around when that grade report gets here anyway."

He reached back and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. After a careful examination of its contents, he groaned and closed it. He tossed it onto his desk and went digging around in the box in his closet. Michael pulled a small tin case from the bottom, and opened it. A six month old joint and a small wad of cash were sitting inside. He flipped through the bills and counted fifty-three dollars. That cash plus the twenty dollars in his wallet wouldn't be nearly enough for a plane ticket to LA with three days advance notice.

Michael briefly thought of asking Kirsten to get him a ticket. He filed that idea as an absolute last resort. "No way am I going to let money rear its ugly head on this relationship just yet," said Michael to himself. He shut the door to his room as he examined the joint. Nobody was around in the house except for the staff. He checked his watch; 4:57 pm. Michael decided that this was as good a time as any to see if his weed was still good. He picked the lighter out of the tin and reclined on his bed as he lit up.

5:13 pm.

"Yep, still goooooooood," said Michael as he flicked the tip of the joint into the garbage. He laid his head back as he marveled at all the wonderful feelings running through his body. Then another, less pleasant feeling began working its way through his system. His bladder was speaking to him. Michael rolled out of bed and into his bathroom. He unzipped and let the flow go.

The light on the phone on the wall next to the toilet began to flash. Michael vaguely remembered how fucking stupid it was to have a phone in a bathroom. But his mother just had to do what she thought rich people did. He picked up anyway.

"Hello?" he said.

"Who is this?"

"This is Michael Torbin, world's greatest sex machine. And you are?"

"This is your mother, Michael James Torbin! How dare you speak to me that way!"

Michael groaned. "Sorry mother, I'm just a little tired."

"ARE YOU SMOKING MARIJUANA AGAIN?!" she yelled.

"No, mother."

"And what is that noise?!"

"It was your idea to put phones in the bathrooms."

"Stop it! That's disgusting!"

"I'm almost done…There. Finished," said Michael as he flushed the toilet. "What do you need?"

"Tell Rosa to prepare dinner for three by 7:00."

"Wasn't she going to make dinner for the three of us anyway?" asked Michael.

"Oh. Make that five then. And if you're going to answer the phone in the bathroom, stop whatever you're doing before you pickup. Also, wear a suit, the black one that I like." Before Michael could ask who the two guests would be, his mother hung up. Michael hit the intercom to tell Rosa the number of plates she had to prepare.

7:00 pm.

Michael was standing on the balcony, overlooking the foyer of the house. He was leaning over the railing, watching the front door. He usually wasn't this eager to see his mother, but he was curious about her guests. John was standing outside the house on the porch, keeping an eye on the long driveway. Michael's father was still passed out in the den. 

The front door swung open and his mother strolled in, followed by quite an astonishing pair of guests. Michael immediately straightened up and adjusted his tie. This could be a very interesting night. 

"I just can't stand that par 5. If there's one thing about that course that needs to be fixed, it's that hole," said his mother.

"Oh, that hole is just fine," said one blonde.

"This coming from the one person who got a par on it," said the other blonde.

"Well, of course." The woman looked around. "Wow. Look at this place Shannon, it's amazing! Sharon, what a great place!"

"Thanks, Tracy." Sharon stepped over to one of her employees.

Shannon walked into the middle of the massive foyer, and looked around. John was standing at attention, smiling politely at her. Sharon was speaking to a woman in a chef's hat, and Tracy was admiring a statue of a Greek god in the corner. Shannon's eyes traced a path along the staircase until they fell upon a dark figure standing on the balcony, watching them. He was young and looked just a little nervous.

"Hello up there," she said. Sharon and Tracy both looked up at Michael.

"Ah Michael, it's good to see you. Come on down here. Let me introduce you to my friends," said Sharon. Michael tried not to run down the steps. "Ladies, this is my son Michael. Michael, this is Shannon and Tracy Tweed."

Michael shook hands with the two blonde beauties. "Wow. It's great to meet you both. I'm a big fan."

"Oh really?" said Shannon.

"Michael!" said Sharon sternly.

"Oh no, it's okay Sharon. I love meeting my fans."

"How do you know he's not MY fan?" asked Tracy.

"Oh please. There's only one queen of the B-movie here, and she's the tallest one in the room."

"Actually, I believe I'm the tallest one in the room," said Michael. Shannon moved next to Michael and measured herself.

"Okay, fine," she said. "But only by a few inches." Shannon stepped away and looked Michael up and down. "I feel underdressed." 

That's a surprise, thought Michael, halfway smiling to himself. Shannon was wearing light clothing, shorts and a canary yellow polo shirt that was just baggy enough to muffle the size of her breasts. A white visor was sitting on top of her head, her blond locks tied back in a ponytail. The years had been kind to Shannon; she was still a gorgeous woman. She was the kind that just got better and better as the years marched by. Tracy was dressed very similarly, except with a light blue shirt. She and Shannon bore a strong resemblance to each other, although Michael gave Shannon the edge.




The Big Time Pt. 02



Michael had been an avid fan of Shannon Tweed ever since he saw the movie "Scorned" on Skinemax when he was in junior high. The movie was enough to make him want to fail some classes so he might get a tutor as sexy and as aggressive as Shannon's character was in that movie. Unfortunately, Michael's mother kept a close eye on his grades, and the instant they began to slip, she was all over him. Privileges were revoked, he was grounded, and sometimes she even charged him money for room and board. Her explanation was that he could pay here in grades or in cash, whichever he wanted.

"Oh. Well, my mom asked me to-"

"He likes to look nice," said Michael's mother quickly. "He just got in today from school. Michael, why don't you tell them about college."

Michael was about to open his mouth when John said, "Madam, dinner has already been prepared. Perhaps it would be better to have your conversation over a meal of roasted pheasant and wine."

"Yes, of course. Please, lead the way John." Shannon and Tracy followed John out of the room. Sharon pulled Michael to the side. "Make sure your father stays OUT of the dining room. It's embarrassing enough seeing you with your tongue practically hanging out, I don't need your father crashing my dinner." She quickly moved to catch up with her two guests. Michael shook his head as he went to the den to check on his father. 

Michael poked his head through the door. Joseph was still out cold, his right hand gripping a liquor bottle, his left under his face. Michael shut the door and joined his mother and her guests for dinner. They were already seated around a long, lavishly set oval table. The walls of the dining room were decorated with beautiful paintings and a chandelier was hanging over the center of the table. 

John entered the room carrying a large tray, with four delicately prepared plates of food on top. He placed them in front of each person, then came around and poured wine for everyone. As Michael was raising his glass to his lips, his mother exclaimed, "Michael! You're not allowed to drink wine."

"Oh?" he said.

"We will not have any law breaking in my home."

Slowly and deliberately, Michael said, "Mom, I'm 21. Since April." Shannon and Tracy looked at each other uncomfortably as Sharon desperately tried to cover her tracks.

"OH, I know that silly. I'm just having some fun with you," said Sharon, her face bright red.

"Ah. It was very funny," said Michael. "So, mother, I had no idea that the three of you were friends. Why don't you tell me how you guys met?"

"I'll field that one," said Shannon. "Your mom and I went to the same high school actually. As I recall, I lost the homecoming crown to her."

"We kinda lost touch after graduation, but somehow we met up on the golf course today," said Sharon.

"You live in Maryland?" asked Michael.

"No, just in town for a few days while Gene does a concert. Tracy lives here though."

"Yeah, I live in Great Falls," said Tracy as she sipped her wine.

"Gene?" asked Sharon.

"Oh, my significant other is named Gene Simmons. His band played a concert this weekend."

"Gene Simmons is your husband?" asked Michael incredulously.

"No, not husband, but we have an understanding."

"And two kids," said Tracy. 

"Interesting," said Sharon. "That's quite an arrangement you two have."

"Yes, it's worked for us for a long time. It gives us a lot of freedom, you know?" Shannon eyed Michael as she said this. Michael quickly downed a gulp of wine.

"Yeah, I definitely know what you mean. I really, really do," said Sharon.

8:13 pm

The rest of the dinner passed without anymore embarrassing mental lapses by Michael's mother. Michael kept quiet most of the dinner, opting to simply admire the two beautiful blondes sitting across from him. They made a lot of small talk about Michael's school, current events, and the usual type of stuff. But whenever the topic moved anywhere near movies or actors, Michael's mother quickly steered the conversation away from it. Michael had decided NOT to inform this particular group of his and Kirsten's indiscretions. 

"Would you like to move our little party to the porch out back? We should have an excellent view of the stars."

"Sounds like fun," said Tracy.

"Actually, I'd like to see more of your beautiful home, if possible. Think I could get a tour?" asked Shannon.

"Sure. I'll get our butler to show you around," said Sharon.

"No no no, mother, I'll do it," said Michael. When opportunity knocks, thought Michael.

Sharon looked at her son suspiciously. "I think John can handle it, Michael."

"Oh I don't mind," said Shannon. "I'm sure your butler has had a long enough day without having to show a curious guest around. Besides, I'm sure your son won't have any trouble giving a tour of his own home."

"Okay," said Sharon hesitantly. "Tracy and I will be outside then, if you need us."

Tracy and Sharon went out one side of the dining room, and Michael opened the door for Shannon and they went out the other side. Michael played tour guide, telling Shannon about some of the famous people who used to live in the house. First, they went to the rec room, complete with an ornate pool table, darts, ping pong, foosball, and even a couple pinball machines. The TV room was up next, with a 65" Zenith plasma television as its centerpiece. The room was of course equipped with a Dolby Digital 5.1 EX sound system that could rattle the house, leather couches, and a comprehensive stock of DVDs. After that room, they went upstairs and Michael showed her the numerous bedrooms and guest rooms, and the balcony that overlooked the pool and huge backyard. Sharon waved up at them when they came out on the balcony. Shannon waved back.

Michael led Shannon back into the main hall. "Well, that's pretty much the whole place. Way too ostentatious if you ask me," said Michael.

"You're right. That's 'pretty much' the whole place," said Shannon. Michael looked at her, confused. "You've showed me your parent's bedroom, the guest bedrooms, even the staff bedrooms. What about your room?"

"Um. My room is like a closet compared to the rest of the rooms in this place. In fact, I think it IS a closet."

"Good, sounds cozy. Show me."

"It really doesn't need to be seen."

"So what?"

"It's messy."

"What college guy's room isn't messy?"

Michael relented and showed her to his door. He opened it for her and she stepped inside. Michael thought about waiting outside the door, until he remembered what happened the last time he left his computer unattended. He decided to follow her in. Then he remembered the consequences of his actions. Maybe I shouldn't go in thought Michael with a chuckle. Shannon was bent over looking out the small window, apparently admiring the great view Michael had of a massive tree trunk. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, admiring Shannon's shapely butt.

"You know, Mike, when I asked for a tour, I didn't want an actual tour," said Shannon.

"What?" asked Michael.

"Well, Gene and I aren't exactly poor. Places like this aren't very interesting to me anymore." She turned and faced Michael. "And if I know my sister, she'll be chewing your mom's ear for a looong time."

Shannon moved towards Michael. Her tits brushed against him ever so slightly as she went around him and closed his bedroom door. He almost shivered. She came up behind him and undid his tie, her breath warm on his neck. His hands squeezed even tighter, to the point of redness. Then she pulled his coat off. His hands let go and fell to his side as she tossed his coat onto his chair. Shannon stepped in front of him and slowly pulled the tie from his collar. The sultry look in her light blue eyes was making Michael extremely horny. As she unbuttoned his shirt, she looked down and smiled as his erection poked against her leg.

"You certainly are eager, aren't you?" she said as she finished taking his shirt off. "Arms up," she commanded. Michael raised his arms and she pulled his undershirt over his head. He was now completely topless. She stopped to examine the view.

Michael reached for his belt buckle when she stopped him. "A fair exchange, Mike. You get topless, now I get topless." Michael immediately flipped the visor off her head, then unbuttoned her Polo shirt. He quickly pulled it off her body and threw it to the floor. Shannon's large, heavy breasts were barely being held in by a black lacy bra. Shannon unclipped her hair and shook her head as her golden hair cascaded down. She then reached around to take her bra off.

Considering himself somewhat of an expert, Michael insisted on unclasping her bra. He reached around with his left hand and deftly unhooked the strap, and the bra fell from her shoulders. Shannon's extraordinary breasts came free with a jiggle. 

"Impressive," said Shannon. Michael's eyes were locked on her breasts, quickly switching back and forth between the two. Laughing, she put a finger under his chin and lifted his head up. "You know, if you just want to LOOK at my breasts, you can just go to the video store."

Michael's eyes lit up excitedly and he immediately lowered his head back down and took a nipple in his mouth. Shannon moaned as he licked and sucked on it, both of his hands gently massaging her breasts. When one nipple became too sensitive, she moved his head to the other. He gave her tits a tongue bath, acting as if he might gobble up her beautiful globes. 

She pulled his head back up, her heart beating quickly in her chest. "Now, another fair exchange." Shannon grabbed his belt buckle, and quickly undid it and his pants. She carefully unzipped the zipper and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Then she pulled his boxers down and his cock was now free. She gripped it with one hand and began tugging on it. Her warm hand squeezed and pulled with just the right amount of pressure, sending waves of pleasure to Michael's brain. He looked down into her eyes as she flicked her tongue at his cock. She licked her lips and wrapped her mouth around his penis.

Michael thought Kirsten was good at this. But judging from the way his knees were nearly buckling thirty seconds into the blowjob, experience beat youthful enthusiasm any day of the week. Their eyes never broke their gaze as she licked the shaft of his penis up and down. She continued jacking it as she licked up and down the underside of his cock. She casually brushed her hair behind her ear. Michael's cock twitched and he almost blew his load right there when she stopped and stood up.

"Good, just the way I like it."

"Just the way you LIKE it?! I think my dick is about to explode!"

"That's right," said Shannon as she pulled her shorts and panties off, revealing a neatly trimmed but full bush. She lay down on his bed and raised her legs high in the air before spreading them wide. "Now, do you think you can fuck me the way that I LIKE it?"

Michael walked towards her when his pants, still around his ankles, tripped him up and he stumbled to the floor. Shannon was laughing as he frantically pulled his shoes and pants off. He popped up off the floor, and knelt on the bed next to her wide open legs. Her vagina was sopping wet and ready to receive him. He pressed the head of his penis against it, and easily pushed his way inside. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Obviously, she was not as tight as Kirsten, but it's not like Michael was complaining. Shannon pulled him down and planted a hard kiss on his lips, waking him up from his trance.

"For the life of me, I can't understand why you're just sitting there," said Shannon.

"You know what? Neither can I," said Michael.

He immediately withdrew himself until just the tip of his cock was inside her pussy, then he slammed it back home hard. Shannon yelped and groaned as he did this. He repeated this several times, slowly pulling himself out then pushing back as hard as he could.

"Oh god, that's just the way I like it," said Shannon between moans. "Fuck me hard, just like that. Fuck me!"

This time, Michael just jackhammered her as fast and as hard as he could. The distinctive sound of flesh slapping against flesh could be heard throughout the hallway. Luckily, no one was around. Shannon was moaning and groaning loudly, her pretty face contorted by fits of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to pound away. Michael's eyes closed as he tried to stave off his orgasm. This fast pace and his already highly aroused state were bringing him to climax very, very quickly.

"Oh, good boooy Mike. I'm gonna come, oh god am I gonna come!" Shannon cried out.

Somewhere in Michael's pleasure addled brain, he thought that she might not want him to splatter his cum inside her. "Where do you want it!?" he asked.

"On my tits!" she yelled. Michael groaned as he fought to prolong his torture as long as possible. "OH GOOOOOODDDDD!! I'M COMING!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Her vagina contracted tightly around his cock, bringing his pleasure to new heights. He quickly pulled out and pointed his tool squarely at her huge, heaving chest.

A rope of cum splattered between her breasts and up her neck. The next one coated her left nipple and areola with milky white sperm. Michael twitched as his cock shot the rest of his load all over her right breast. Breathing heavily, Michael leaned forward and put his hands on either side of Shannon's head. There was a content smile on her face. She opened her eyes and looked at her tits. 

"That's quite a load," said Shannon. Michael was too out of it to speak. Shannon lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and sensuously licked his cum off of her nipple. Michael's eyes bugged out as she repeated the act. Then she traced her fingers between her breasts, gathering up the first wave of sperm. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. Shannon opened her mouth and played with his cum with her tongue. Then she licked her lips and swallowed it all down. Michael was speechless.

"Shannon! Michael! Where are you guys?!" Tracy's voice faintly drifted into the room.

Michael quickly got up and began getting dressed. Before he even had his undershirt on, Shannon was already cleaned up and dressed.

"Wow. That was fast," said Michael.

"Well, I didn't bother with my underwear," she said, motioning towards the floor where her bra and panties were laying. She quickly pulled her hair back and picked her visor up. "I'll go and cover for you while you get dressed," said Shannon, heading towards the door. "And by the way, I'll be staying at my sister's house for the next couple days. We have to get together again."

"Wait, how will I contact you?" asked Michael, hopping around trying to put his socks on.

"I typed the number on your computer, don't lose it," said Shannon.

She quickly walked out of his room and into the foyer, waving to Sharon and Tracy who were standing at the base of the stairs. 

"Where's Mike?" asked Tracy.

"Oh, he's just in the bathroom. He'll be here in a sec."

"I hope he didn't bore you too much with the history of this house," said Sharon.

"Not at all, Sharon, not at all," said Shannon. Tracy looked at Shannon suspiciously.

Michael finished buttoning his shirt and grabbed his coat as he left his room. He put it on and walked to the balcony overlooking the entrance.

"Ah, there he is. Thanks for the tour, Mike. It was very…interesting."

"Anytime," said Michael, grinning. Tracy looked at HIM suspiciously.

"Well, thank you very much for dinner, Sharon, but we should get going. Tracy and I are going to meet Gene and the band tonight."

"It was great having you. I hope we'll see each other again soon?" said Sharon. Michael waved goodbye from the balcony.

"Absolutely. Bye!" said Shannon.

"Bye!" said Tracy. 

John opened the front door and walked them to their car. Tracy got into the driver's seat while Shannon slid into the front passenger seat. John waved, and walked back towards the house.

"Okay, spill it!" said Tracy.

"Spill what?" said Shannon innocently.

"Oh please, I'm your sister Shannon. I've seen what you were like when you came home from a date. You fooled mom and dad but you never fooled me," said Tracy. "And besides, somebody forgot to wear his tie when he said his goodbyes."

Shannon laughed. "Okay, so maybe he needs to learn a few things about sneaky sex."

"You had sex with him?!"

"Just drive, Trace, I'll tell you all about my new friend Mike."

1:43 pm. Monday, May 26.

Michael finished unpacking his clothes. He left most of his stuff back in Chicago with Tom, including X. Tom had to stay to keep on eye on the house. He rented out the rooms on the second floor. Sipping a Pepsi, Michael sat down at his desk and checked his email. After deleting the usual junk mail, he spotted an email from Kirsten. He double clicked it.

Hey Michael!

Just wanted to give you a heads up. Everything is set up for your BIG audition. You'll be right near the end. I don't know the exact time, but it'll be after 4:00 pm on the 28th. Don't be nervous. You'll be great! Let me know when you're coming in.

In other news, I miss you. Wednesday just can't come fast enough. And from the way Rachael is talking about you, I think she misses you too. Yep, she just can't shut her trap. She keeps talking about how the three of us can get together when you come to LA. Can't say I would mind that…ooh, now I really miss you. And speaking of Rachael. You know Michael, you coulda told me that she stayed with you that night. I'd rather she be with you than Tom. I don't like it when people don't tell me the truth. Especially guys. 

Ugh, this was supposed to be a happy email. Okay, enough about your deceitful lies :). I hope you're enjoying your time at home, you won't be there again for awhile if everything goes right. And don't bring X along when you come to LA. He'll be bringing you a hot girl's number every five minutes. Well, now that I think about it, maybe you should bring X along ;).

Can't wait to see you again,

Kiki

Michael felt a twinge of guilt. He wasn't sure if she wanted exclusivity or not. The tone of the email suggested that she didn't mind, but women are hardly known for being clear and upfront with what they want. He sighed and closed the email. Michael still hadn't been able to scrounge up the money for a plane ticket. And the longer he waited, the more expensive his ticket was going to be. He thought about asking his father for money, but if his mother ever found out, she would never let Michael hear the end of it. 

He reclined back in his chair, tapping a pen on his desk. The memories of the night with Rachael and Kirsten slowly trickled back into his mind, and his money problem drained away. He closed his eyes and remembered the softness of Kirsten's lips, the hotness of her young vagina. He swam in his memories for what seemed like hours. When he opened his eyes, his cock was standing at attention. Since he wasn't going to see Kirsten for at least two days, if at all, Shannon Tweed seemed like a more than adequate alternative. The text file with Shannon's number beckoned him from the bottom right corner of his screen. 

He opened the file and picked up his phone. Michael dialed the number quickly.

"Hello," answered a female voice.

"Hi, um, Shannon?"

"Oh. It's you. Mike, right?"

Utterly disappointed that she almost didn't remember his name, Michael was silent a moment.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, this is Mike."

"I'll get my sister for you. I'm sure Shannon wants to talk to you."

Relieved that he wasn't some random fuck, Michael said, "Great, thanks." A few moments later, Shannon picked up the phone.

"Smooth operating, calling me the day after you fuck me. It's always good to make a girl feel appreciated."




The Big Time Pt. 02



"Actually this is just a booty call, but hey, whatever works for you." Shannon laughed.

"Well then, lets not waste any time. My sister will be spending the day with her boyfriend, soooo we'll have the house here to ourselves," said Shannon.

"Oh really?" Michael was very excited.

"Yes, really. Now tell me, what's your favorite Shannon Tweed movie?"

Without even thinking, Michael said, "'Scorned.'"

"'Scorned,' eh? Well, that will definitely work. Be here at 3:00, the address is in the same place I left the number." Shannon hung up the phone.

2:56 pm.

Michael drove up the driveway of Tracy's modest home. He pulled up the parking brake lever, and stepped out of one of his parent's Jaguars. He pressed a button on his key chain and locked the car. Michael stepped up to the front door and rang the bell.

When the door opened, Michael was decidedly surprised by Shannon's appearance. Her long hair was pulled back tightly into a bun. She had on a grey short skirt that just reached past mid-thigh. Her white button down shirt was rolled up and cinched above her belly button, showing off her ample cleavage. To top it off, she was wearing a pair of dark rimmed half glasses and high heels.

"Ah, I see you are here for your lesson. Very well. Come in," said Shannon. She turned and walked into what was probably the living room. The windows looked out over the driveway. There was a wooden table in the center with an open notebook and pen sitting on it. There was a single chair on either side. "Please sit down."

Michael obediently sat down in one chair, his back to the windows. Shannon sat down in the other. She picked up a ruler from under her chair and placed it on the table. "Now, Mr. Torbin, please place your left hand flat on the table." Michael did as he was told. "It is my understanding that you are having trouble learning French."

"What?" Shannon immediately slapped his hand with the ruler. "Ow! Yes! I'm having trouble learning French!" said Michael, realization slowly dawning on him.

"From my extensive experience I've learned that the best way to deal with troubled young boys is to give them a clear goal and a reward for reaching that goal," said Shannon, lightly running her fingers down Michael's bare arm, sending shivers down his spine. "So here is the deal, Mr. Torbin. You translate incorrectly, Mr. Ruler has his way with your hand. You translate correctly, than perhaps your hands have their way with me." Michael eagerly nodded his head. He didn't know a word of French, but that wasn't about to stop him from trying.

"I will say a sentence in French. You will write it down in English in that notebook. Comprendre?"

"Huh?" Thwack! "Yes! I get it."

"Good. I think I will close the blinds. It would be best to have as few distractions as possible." Considering the way she was dressed, whatever was happening outside was the least of Michael's concerns. She closed the blinds and sat down in her chair.

"Quel est votre nom?" Michael thought a moment, then scribbled down some random words. She looked down at the notebook and slapped his hand with the ruler.

"Je veux quelque chose dur." Thwack!

"Me montrer votre pénis." Thwack!

"Faire vous je pensez'm sexy?" Thwack!

By now Michael was tiring of getting his hand slapped into redness. "Vous êtes ma chienne." This time, Michael wrote a message directly aimed at his "teacher." She examined what he wrote, then turned the notebook around so she could get a better look at it. Shannon raised her eyebrows at him.

"I dare you," said Michael. "Make my day."

"Mr. Torbin, it is highly inappropriate for you to threaten your tutor this way." With that, Shannon gave him an especially hard whack with the ruler, enough to make Michael wince.

Michael stared her down, then suddenly stood up from the table, knocking over the chair he was sitting in. Shannon was a little frightened as he moved quickly around the table and pulled her up by her hips. He kicked the chair away and spun her around.

"You know something, Miss Tweed? I think I'll skip the questions and go straight to my reward!" The frightened look in her face spurred Michael on as he undid her shirt and buried his face between her tits. The look of fear turned to one of pleasure as Michael licked her breasts. He made his way up her smooth neck and kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth and battled with hers. 

His hands were roving over her soft body, squeezing and fondling everything they touched. She pulled her shirt off, revealing her braless breasts in all their gargantuan glory. Michael broke the kiss and pushed her down to her knees. 

"You know what to do," said Michael, reveling in his role as the student having his way with his teacher. 

Indeed she did, as she frantically pulled his khaki shorts and underwear down. She slurped his cock into her mouth and lightly dragged her teeth across it. This drove Michael wild and he placed his hands on the back of her head. As she breathed life into Michael's tool, he looked down at her bespectacled face and found her so unbelievably sexy. If any woman could fulfill that fantasy of an evil, seductive, manipulative, and ready to spank school teacher, it was her. 

Shannon's formidable skill with a penis was quickly bringing Michael to the edge again. Remembering last night's events, he pulled her off of his cock before he got any closer to an orgasm. 

"Take the rest of your clothes off, but leave your heels on," he ordered as he took a step back, carefully pulling his feet out of his shorts. Shannon unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Never breaking eye contact, she slowly slid her panties down her legs and kicked them away. Then she stood before him, wearing a pair of black high heels and black rimmed glasses, and nothing else.

"Now turn around and place your hands flat on the table." Shannon did as she was told. Michael reached around and made her suck on a couple of his fingers. Then he brought them back behind her and he began to finger her asshole, tracing around the rim of her puckered brown eye. She moaned as he stuck his middle finger inside and twirled it around. Shannon reached back around, grabbing for his dick.

She found it and began guiding it to her ass. Michael removed his finger and pressed the head of his cock against her opening. As the head made its way through, Michael was astounded by the difference in tightness between her pussy and her ass. Her pussy, while by no means an undesirable place to be, simply could not retain the kind of tightness she had when she was younger. Her ass, however, was an entirely different story as Michael slowly pushed himself completely inside her. With long, smooth strokes, Michael fucked Shannon Tweed.

"How do you like my French now?" said Michael, punctuating his remark with an especially hard thrust into her asshole.

"You learn well, you are a very good boy," said Shannon between grunts and moans. Shannon's pleasure centers in her brain were alive with excitement. She absolutely adored anal sex. Michael upped the pace of his fucking, and they were both so into what they were doing, that they didn't notice the car parking in the driveway. Nor did they notice the front door opening, or the shocked look on the woman's face.

Stunned, Tracy Tweed watched her sister and a young man fucking like animals. She just couldn't take her eyes off the sight. As the sounds of pleasure bounced off the walls in the room, so did Tracy's thoughts in her head. Oh my god. My table!! He's so young. That's so disgusting! Look at him go. God I wish I could get in on that. Tracy gasped and covered her mouth. A strange feeling began to permeate through her body. One of lust. One of perversity. She involuntarily licked her lips as Michael continued slamming into Shannon's ass. 

"I wanna fuck your tits!" yelled Michael, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Shannon grunted a "yes" and Michael pulled his rock hard penis out of Shannon's asshole. Shannon lay back on the couch as Michael straddled her stomach. She spat a few times on her chest and rubbed it up and down between her tits. He placed his member between Shannon's ample breasts and she squeezed them together, making quite a nice place for his penis to reside. He moaned as he began thrusting his penis back and forth.

Shannon focused on trying to lick the head of his penis as it poked out from her tits. She hardly noticed the hands pulling her legs apart. She DID notice the warm tongue that began poking around her vagina. She tried to see who was doing that, but Michael's body was in the way. The lips of her pussy were gently pulled apart and the tongue began attacking her clit, sending shocks to her brain. Soon, Shannon just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Whoever was doing it knew her way around a pussy.

Shannon moaned as a sensitive part of her pussy was probed by the tongue. Two fingers made their way inside her pussy, and began fucking her with fast, short strokes. Her clit was being massaged by the tongue, and soon, Shannon's body was twitching in orgasm. The tongue lapped up all her juices, and the fingers continued fucking her.

Michael was just about ready to come. Seeing Shannon orgasm for no apparent reason was enough to set him off to. He pulled his cock out and Shannon began jacking it like a piston. With a nearly inaudible grunt, he closed his eyes and orgasmed hard. His cum splattered across her face, spilling across her nose, mouth and even covering up the lenses of the glasses. She licked up what she could with her tongue, when a finger traced across her face, smearing the cum on her lips. Shannon could barely see through the glasses, just a blurry face descending towards her. The face sensuously kissed her and their tongues intertwined and played. They swapped Michael's cum between them for a few moments before swallowing what they could. 

"Who's your friend, Mike?" asked Shannon, with a cum shield still blocking her eyes. Michael got up off the couch, his eyes wide after seeing what just happened. When he didn't say anything, Shannon sat up and took the glasses off. "Do I have to break out the yard stick to get you to answer?" she said grinning. Then she saw the woman standing a few feet from the couch, with a small bit of cum hanging of her chin.

"Um, Toby got paged, so we ended our date a little early," said Tracy.

"OH MY GOD, TRACE!? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!" screamed Shannon as she covered herself up with her arms.

"I think you know what I was doing," said Tracy.

"YOU'RE MY FUCKING SISTER! THAT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING!" Shannon was rapidly losing control.

"Oh please, don't lecture me on disgusting you cradle robber. Mike isn't the only young guy you've seduced. He's probably the oldest, isn't he?" challenged Tracy. Shannon didn't reply. "And don't act like you didn't enjoy what I just did." Tracy looked over at Michael. "Nothing flippant to say?"

"It's not my place. But that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." Michael had been replaying the scene of Tracy and Shannon passionately sharing his essence over and over in his head. It was having quite an effect on him. Both sisters eyed his rapidly returning erection.

"I'm starting to see why you have such an interest in young men," said Tracy. She walked over to Michael and began tugging on his penis. Michael looked at her with surprise. He figured that he was going to get thrown out while these two settled this enormous issue that just came up. But Tracy blew that thought out of his mind when she wrapped her lips around his cock. 

Shannon watched the two of them in silence, still trying to come to grips with had just happened. Her sister had eaten her out so well, and she was a good kisser to boot. She closed her eyes and shook her head, as if she could just shake the horny thoughts out of her head. What Tracy had done was absolutely, flat out wrong. Shannon could never let that happen again. Or could she? The forbidden fruit was hanging right there in front of her. All she had to do was pluck it and taste it.

Tracy was making a lot of noise as she was sucking Michael's cock. Michael groaned as another tongue began playing with his balls. He looked down to see two blonde beauties worshipping his cock. Tracy was licking up and down the underside as Shannon sucked one of his nuts into her mouth. The sensations were too much for Michael, and he half-collapsed, half sat on the couch behind him. The two women giggled at his action.

"We make a good team, don't we?" said Tracy, stopping the licking momentarily. Shannon shot her a sultry look as she slurped her way up to the head of Michael's cock. Tracy couldn't resist and pulled Shannon's face close for a passionate kiss. They twisted and turned, tongues circling and tasting. The sight was enough to make Michael's cock twitch. Shannon and Tracy turned their attention back to Michael, this time with Shannon licking the head and Tracy sucking his balls.

"Wow, you're even harder than before," said Shannon between sucks. Michael moaned a garbled response. "Hey Trace, you might want to get up here and let him fuck you before he comes again."

Tracy looked up. "Finally." She stood up and began taking her shirt off. Shannon knelt in front of her and unbuttoned Tracy's shorts. She pulled them down along with her panties revealing Tracy's neatly trimmed bush.

"It looks just like mine," said Shannon. She leaned in and inhaled deeply of her sister's scent. "Oh yes. You are totally ready for him."

Tracy straddled Michael, impaling herself quickly on his hard cock. She moaned and began to ride him, slowly. Shannon sat up on the couch next to them, watching the two of them fuck. She began to masturbate, sticking two fingers up her sopping pussy. Michael placed his hands on Tracy's ass and began to lift her up and down, making sure that every stroke was long and hard. Tracy motioned Shannon to sit up a little more. As soon as Shannon did that, Tracy lowered her and took one of Shannon's nipples in her mouth. Then she lowered her hand to Shannon's pussy and inserted one of her fingers inside too.

Shannon shrieked in response. The sensation was tripled in intensity with the taboo fact that it was her sister fingering her pussy. It wasn't long before Shannon creamed all over Tracy's and her own fingers. Tracy pulled her fingers out and licked them. Then she stuck them inside Michael's mouth, letting him have a taste of vintage Shannon Tweed wine.

Michael marveled at how similar fucking Tracy was to fucking Shannon. The fact that he could actually compare the two had his mind wildly overstimulated. Tracy's hot pussy was just a smidgen tighter than Shannon's. But either way, he was in heaven.

Shannon, having recovered from her orgasm, knelt on the couch and began licking and kissing the back of Tracy's neck. She began fingering her sister's asshole with one of her wet fingers and somehow managed to get one inside. Tracy cried out and fucked Michael even faster. She screamed in orgasm and her pussy walls contracted and squeezed Michael's cock. His cock exploded in her pussy, spurting a generous dose of cum deep inside her.

Gasping, Tracy lifted herself off of Michael and sat on the couch. Michael's cock was rapidly deflating, but the next sight he saw nearly changed that. Shannon had crawled over to Tracy, and gently pulled her legs apart. His cum was slowly leaking out of Tracy's pussy. She bent her head down and took her first taste of a very forbidden fruit. Very softly, since Tracy's vagina was very sensitive at the moment, Shannon stuck her tongue inside her sister's pussy and slowly extracted Michael's cum. When she was done, she smiled, showing off her white teeth, made even whiter with his sperm. She sexily licked her lips and sucked down the cum like a pro. Then she sat on the opposite side of Michael from Tracy. 

"Oh wow," said Michael, closing his eyes.

"Wow indeed," said Shannon.

3:45 pm.

Michael pulled into the garage, and put the Jaguar back in its usual spot. Having experienced one of the most depraved, decadent acts possible, Michael was feeling on top of the world. Shannon and Tracy had certainly blew his mind. As he was leaving Tracy's house, he could've sworn he saw the two of them begin to kiss again. Michael hopped out of the car and strutted into the house. The bounce in his step quickly vanished, however, when his mother confronted him moments after he entered the house. 

"Where have you been?" she asked testily.

"Out."

"Did I give you permission to use the car?"

"No."

"Then WHY did you take it out?" she asked angrily.

"Dad gave me permission," said Michael, matter-of-factly. "And as I recall, that particular Jaguar was purchased by him, and is under his name. So you technically have no say over it."

"When is your report card coming?" she asked, changing the subject to a battle she might win.

"Soon, probably in the next few days." Michael walked past her and up the stairs to his room. She glared at his back until he was out of sight. 

Michael entered his room and collapsed on his bed. Dealing with his mother just seemed to drain all the energy out of him. That, combined with Shannon and Tracy's efforts, made him very tired. He closed his eyes and decided to take a nap.

4:24 pm.

"MICHAEL!"

His mother's shrill voice shocked Michael out of some very pleasant dreams. He sat up in his bed very quickly and looked at his mother with bleary red eyes. She shoved a piece of paper in his face, knocking him on his back.

"What the HELL is this?" she asked.

Michael picked up the paper and looked at it.

University of Chicago

Multivariate Calculus - C

Chemical Engineering 2 - D

Modern Biology 2 - C

Introduction to Ethics - B

Macroeconomics - D

QPA 1.9

GPA 1.6

CUM. QPA 3.0

CUM. GPA 3.2

He looked back at his mother, awaiting her tirade.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"So I won't graduate magna cum laude. It's not that big of a deal."

"Won't graduate magna cum laude!? With these grades you won't graduate with honors at ALL!"

"Mother, I can bring them up. I still have one year left."

"BRING THEM UP!? If you hadn't screwed up in the first place you wouldn't have to bring them up!" Michael continued staring at her. "I'm paying for your goddamn education! So you bring those grades up or I'm cutting you off." His mother stomped out of the room.

"That went well," said Michael to himself.

Suddenly his mother walked back into the room. "And another thing. You're getting a job this summer."

"Fine. I have my usual job waiting for me at Lockheed."

"No, you're getting a job NOW. You're not waiting for that job to start. You didn't earn a vacation this time." She stormed out of the room again.

"Good thing I already have that covered," said Michael. After two days, Michael had already had enough of his mother. He resolved to get the hell out of this state as quickly as possible. He got up off his bed and walked out of his room. His mother's usual routine was to hit the local Saks after she got pissed at something. Like clockwork, she was out the front door just as Michael reached the balcony. He went down the stairs and headed towards his father's den.

"Hey, dad," he said as he walked into the room. 

"Urgh," mumbled his father. He was very obviously drunk…again.

"Think I could borrow some cash?"

"Why?" asked his father, somewhat coherently. 

"I have a movie audition in LA."

"Who's in it?"

"Kirsten Dunst plays the female lead. I'm not sure who else though," said Michael, standing in front of his father's desk.

"Sure, fine." Joseph reached down to the left, trying to pull open one of the drawers in the desk. He fumbled with the handle for a few seconds before pulling it open. Then he picked up a silver case out of the drawer and practically dropped it on his desk. Michael's father felt around in his pockets, looking for something. Michael stepped forward and lifted up one of the paperweights on the desk. He unscrewed the bottom and a key fell out. He picked it up and handed it to his father. 




The Big Time Pt. 03



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Chapter 3: The Audition

11:00 am. Wednesday, May 28. Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel. Los Angeles, California.

There was a quiet knock on Michael's door. Michael was standing at the window whispering words to himself frantically, ignoring the knock. The person outside the door knocked loudly and Michael rushed over and opened the door.

"Morning Michael," said Simon.

"Oh, hi," said Michael.

"So, are you ready to go over these papers?" asked Simon.

"Um, yeah, sure," said Michael distractedly.

Simon set his briefcase on the table and clicked it open. He pulled out contract an inch thick and a pen. "Okay, Mr. Torbin. All you have to do is initial here, here, and here, sign here, here and here, and you'll be my newest client."

Michael eyed the contract. "Don't I have to read that first?"

"Well, it's a pretty standard contract. Same as you would get from any other agency."

"Like I know what a standard contract looks like. Gimme the gist of it."

"It's a two year contract, you can pull out after the first year if you're not satisfied, and the agency gets the industry standard of 12%. There's a lot of legal mumbo jumbo in there, but if you want to go over all of it, we do have the time." Simon scrutinized Michael. "Although you look a bit wired right now. Have you slept?"

"No, not a wink. I'm usually never this worried about anything," said Michael.

"You should see the ritual that Meryl Streep goes through before she even gets out of bed. You just have to learn how to relax."

"Once I do or don't get this part, then I'll relax. And how do you know what Meryl Streep's morning routine is?"

Simon picked up the contract and put it back in his briefcase. "Listen, do whatever you need to do in order to prepare for the audition. We'll deal with the contract later, okay?" Michael nodded. "And remember to take a shower." Simon left the room as Michael began going over his lines again.

4:13 pm. Wednesday, May 28. Paramount Studios. Hollywood, California.

 "NEXT!" shouted a voice from the seats in front of the stage.

 "Hey, you. You're up next, let's go," said a portly PA holding a clipboard.

 Michael rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath; he was riding on coffee and adrenaline. Michael hadn't eaten since he had lunch with Jennifer Aniston yesterday afternoon. He had read through every letter of every line, had his part memorized as well as the other parts. He tried doing his lines a hundred different ways, trying to find just the right method to doing it. Then he did them all over again in front of the bathroom mirror.

 Michael followed the PA up the stairs and onto the stage. The man pointed to where Michael was supposed to stand, and then walked off. Kirsten was already onstage, looking bored. She had done this scene with dozens of guys already, and was checking her watch after each one. Her mood immediately changed when she saw Michael take his place. He looked awfully nervous to her, and she smiled reassuringly at him. 

 "Okay, this is Michelle Torbin, trying out for the same part that the rest of these guys have been trying out for," said a man sitting in the seats, probably a producer.

 "Michael, sir, my name is Michael," said Michael.

 "What?" said the man.

 Michael cleared his throat and said a little louder, "Michael, my name is Michael Torbin, not Michelle."

 "Yeah, yeah, whatever kid, we'll mark that down."

 "Okay, you know which scene we're doing?" said the woman sitting next to the man. Michael nodded. "Good, whenever you're ready Michael."

 Michael cracked his knuckles.

***

Torbin estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

 Sharon was relaxing in the TV room with a glass of Romanée Conti, idly watching the stock ticker on CNN. John was standing in the back corner of the room holding a silver tray. Pleased with her stocks performance for the day, Sharon gulped down the last of her wine and put it down on the side table. John sighed and immediately stepped forward and placed the glass and coaster on the tray.

 "Madam, this wine is meant to be savored, relished," said John.

 "At fifteen hundred dollars a bottle John, I'll drink it however I please," retorted Sharon. "By the way, where exactly is my son? I need to talk to him."

 "I don't know, madam. Perhaps you should ask the master of the house?"

 "You ask him, and then come back and tell me. I'm too tired to deal with him tonight."

 "Of course, madam." John left the room.

 Joseph was in the kitchen holding a bottle of Tylenol. He flicked the top off and poured some pills onto the counter top. He pulled the door of the stainless steel refrigerator open and took out a bottle of water as John entered the room. Joseph popped half a dozen pills in his mouth and downed all of them with one big swig of water.

 "Sir, you really should take better care of yourself," said John.

 "There are a lot of things that people should do. Is there any food left?" asked Joseph, rubbing his temples.

 "Yes sir, in the oven sir," said John. "Madam wishes to know the whereabouts of your son Michael."

 "Why doesn't she just ask me herself?" When John didn't answer, Joseph slammed his bottle down on the counter, splashing water everywhere. "Where is she?!"

 "In the television room, sir," said John. Joseph stormed out of the room while John began wiping up the spilt water.

 Joseph entered the TV room. "You think you're too good to talk to me?"

 Sharon sighed. "Thank you very much John," she said to herself. 

 "Hey! Look at me when you talk." Sharon began flipping channels. Joseph walked over and stood directly between his wife and the television. "You wanna know where Mike is? Ask me."

 Sharon looked up. "Where is Mike?" she asked.



 "He's in LA," said Joseph with a bit of satisfaction in his voice.

 "How drunk are you? Where is he, really?"

 "He is in LA," said Joseph, gritting his teeth.

 When she realized that Joseph was quite sober and not lying, she clicked the television off and stood up off the couch. "Why the hell is he in LA?"

 "To become a movie star, how the fuck should I know? I also let him take along five thousand dollars to keep him company."

 "You let him run off to LA with five thousand of MY dollars?!"

 "Yep," said Joseph, turning his back to his wife. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll pay ME back MY five thousand dollars once he returns." Joseph left the room feeling a little bit better than when he walked in.

 Sharon threw the controller against the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces. She slammed her fist on the intercom. "John, I want you to find out where my son is. RIGHT NOW!"

4:24 pm. Paramount Studios. Hollywood, California.

 Michael walked off the stage shaking his head to the sounds of half stifled laughter.

 "Are we done here?" asked Kirsten, still giggling.

 "Yes, that was the last one," said the woman in the seats before she started whispering with the people next to her. Kirsten headed offstage and caught up with Michael, who had his hands on his hips and was staring up at the ceiling.

 "Well that was one of the stupidest things I've ever said," said Michael, his back to Kirsten. "You told me that they wouldn't laugh me off the stage."

 "I didn't know you were going to say 'bulging dick' instead of 'bulging disk.' They'll probably think it was intentional."

 Michael turned towards her. "Pleeeaaase. I think the worst-acting-ever torch has been passed. Madonna doesn't have shit on me."

 "You weren't bad at all, Mike, really. Besides, Madonna embarrassed herself on the national stage, not the little stage in the Paramount Studios lot."

 "Maybe, except YOU were on my little stage."

 "Mike, do you really think that your acting ability will have any impact on my feelings about you?" She turned him around by his shoulder and crossed her arms around his neck. "How shallow do you think I am?"

 "Ahem," interrupted a voice before Michael could reply. Michael and Kirsten both looked over and saw Simon. "Ok you two lovebirds, let's just hold off on the PDA's shall we?" He cast a stern look at Kirsten who let go of Michael reluctantly.

 "Hello Simon," said Kirsten. Michael nodded at Simon.

 "How did it go? Well, I hope?" asked Simon.

 "Sure, if you leave out the laughing part," said Michael.

 Simon looked at Kirsten. "I think he did fine," said Kirsten.

 "Okay, I'm going to go talk to the casting director, put in a good word," said Simon. Michael watched Simon leave the backstage area.



 "I still can't figure him out," said Michael.

 "Aren't there any gay people in Chicago? Or Maryland?"

 "Well, yeah I kinda figured that he plays for the other team, but I don't understand why he's got so much confidence in me," said Michael. "And does he have a problem with you being in a relationship? What about Ledger?"

 "I think he might just be looking out for my career. You know, like I'm not attached to anyone?"

 "Well, he knows this stuff better than I do," said Michael. Simon returned backstage.

 "They're going to let us know by morning," said Simon.

 "That fast?" asked Kirsten.

 "Tight schedule," said Simon matter-of-factly. "So, Mr. Torbin, when would be a good time for you and I to discuss the contract?"

 "Not tonight, I'm exhausted. I think I'll just head back to my motel and get some sleep," said Michael.

 "You're not going back to Motel 6. The room at the Hilton will be available for the duration of your stay in LA."

 "Wait Simon, that room has got to one of the most expensive rooms in that entire hotel. I feel guilty enough for mooching just the one night."

 "It's not mooching, Michael, if I offer. Just consider it as gentle persuasion to join Shooting Stars." Simon pulled out a Palm Tungsten T out of his coat pocket and scrolled through his appointment schedule. "Well, I can squeeze you in between Katie Holmes and Natalie Portman."

 "Wouldn't mind that," said Michael.

 "Neither would I," said Kirsten. Michael chuckled and shook his head.

 "Moving on," said Simon with a sigh. "10:30 am, ok? I'll send a driver tomorrow morning, so be ready by 10:00."

 "No problem," said Michael. Simon shook Michael's hand and left.

 "So what are your plans for tonight?" asked Kirsten.

 Michael scoffed. "What plans? You're the only friend I have in this town."

 "Good, then you can join me for dinner," said Kirsten with a mischievous smile.

 "Okay, what'd you have in mind?" asked Michael, suspicion in his voice.

 "It's a surprise," said Kirsten.

 "I knew you were going to say that. I hope that whatever place you have in mind serves large portions 'cause I am starving."

 "Oh, I guarantee that you won't be able to clean off your plate," said Kirsten. She thought a moment. "In fact, no one ever has."

 "Love a challenge," said Michael.

***

Torbin estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

 Sharon was pacing back and forth, furrowing her brow. She was fuming after Joseph told her that he gave Michael five thousand dollars and let him go to Los Angeles. But she wasn't about to let her husband get away with such insolence.

 "I've found your son's flight madam, but his whereabouts are still unknown," said John after he walked back into the room.

 "When?"

 John looked at a piece of stationery he held in his hand. "He departed from Bethesda International at 5:45 pm on May 26, two days ago. He arrived in Los Angeles at just before midnight on the same day. That is the only record of him that I have been able to track down."

 "That's it? No credit card or ATM charges?"

 "Madam, you never allowed Michael to have a credit card or an ATM account."

 "Fine, then he must be staying in some hotel or motel. Find out which one, he has to leave a name."

 "Yes, madam," said John. He folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Then he turned and walked away. Joseph met him in the hallway.

 "John, if you find him, don't tell her where he is. I want to let her stew in her juices for awhile," ordered Joseph.

 "As you wish sir." Joseph walked past John and headed towards his den. "Sir, would you like to know where he is if I find him?" Joseph shut the door to his den quietly without answering.

5:13 pm. Dunst household. Los Angeles, California.

 Michael looked out the passenger side window towards a two story, sky blue home. "This isn't the kind of surprise I was expecting."

 "If you expected it, it wouldn't be a surprise," said Kirsten as she twisted the key in the ignition and unbuckled her seatbelt.

 "As a guy, I would have greatly appreciated advance warning about this kind of thing," said Michael.

 "Twenty minutes is sort of an advanced warning," said Kirsten with a smile. Michael sighed. "Don't be a baby. Come on."

 Michael could not understand why Kirsten would put him in a situation like this. She looked comfortable about it, but it was not like these were his parents she was meeting for the first time. He was going to meet her parents as if he were the boyfriend. Obviously, Kirsten considered him a boyfriend, but this was still way too early by Michael's count. He made a mental note to sit her down and clarify exactly what kind of relationship they had. Michael was just too damned confused.



 He got out of the car and walked up the driveway with Kirsten. Her keys jingled as she unlocked the front door and opened it. Michael wiped his feet thoroughly before entering. A tiny dog ran up to them yapping excitedly.

 "Hi Beauty!" cooed Kirsten. "How's my little girl?"

 Michael stared down at the excited furball. "What kind of dog is that?"

 "Yorkshire Terrier," answered Kirsten.

 "Does it have a face?"

 "Of course SHE does. You have a face, don't you Beauty? The cutest little face in the world!" said Kirsten. "She's not like X, though."

 "Definitely," replied Michael.

 "What's that supposed to mean?" Kirsten shot back.

 Michael quickly looked around. "Oh look, you have cats too," exclaimed Michael. Then with a bit less enthusiasm, "Lots of cats." Three cats sat on the stairs in front of Michael and Kirsten. One was black all over except for its belly, another was brown and white, while the last was uniformly white.

 "That's Felix, Zorro, and Cat," said Kirsten as she pointed to each one in turn.

 "You named your cat, Cat?" asked Michael.

 "Hi Kiki!" said a short squat woman coming down the front stairs. Michael looked up and straightened out his posture as the cats bounded out of the way.

 "Hi Mom!" replied Kirsten as they hugged each other.

 "Ooh, who is this?" asked Kirsten's mother.

 "This is Michael Torbin. I met him in Chicago a few weeks back. He just auditioned for 'Chicago Style Romance.'"

 Michael extended his hand and Kirsten's mother shook it. "It's very nice to meet you Mrs. Dunst." Felix began rubbing his side against Michael's left ankle while Zorro rubbed up against the right. Michael gently tried shaking them off but they wouldn't leave.

 "Nice to meet you too. And please, call me Inez," said Kirsten's mother.

 "Of course, um, Inez," responded Michael as the cats began meowing.

 "Christian!" shouted Inez. "Come down here and meet your sister's new friend."

 A tall, lanky teenage kid with brown hair appeared at the top of the stairs. He swaggered down the stairs and shook Michael's hand. "How you doin'?"

 "Fine. I'm fine. How are you?" asked Michael as the cats suddenly began hissing at each other.

 The three Dunst family members looked down at Michael's feet. Michael did his best not to kick the cats out of the way. Either cat was poking its head out from behind Michael's leg and baring its teeth.

 "Felix! Zorro! Get off of Michael right now!" ordered Kirsten. When neither cat complied, Kirsten scooped up Zorro while her mother grabbed Felix. "They're never like this," assured Kirsten.

 "Bad kitty!" said Inez. She handed the cat to Christian and told him to take it upstairs. A ding emanated from somewhere in the back of the home. "Dinner is ready everyone. Kirsten, can you help me set the table?"

 "Sure mom, smells great!" said Kirsten.

 "I thought that was the cat pee," whispered Michael into Kirsten's ear.

 She whispered back, "Remember when I said that no one has ever finished a plate?" Then in a louder tone of voice she said, "Make yourself at home, okay?"  Kirsten went off to help her mother set the table. 

 Michael entered the large living room. There was a large fireplace on the largest wall. Gift cards lined the mantle. An antique upright piano was facing the windows. Numerous photographs of Kirsten and her brother through the years were framed on top of the piano. Michael noticed that there weren't any pictures of either of Kirsten's parents. A three piece leather furniture set was the centerpiece of the room, surrounding an austere glass table.

 Beauty followed Michael around as he examined the living room. She was totally silent as she tried to evaluate the stranger in her home. After completing her sniffing, Beauty came to a quick decision. Michael scrunched his eyebrows as he felt a warmth spread around his socks.

 "Jesus!" exclaimed Michael as he spun around, nearly kicking Beauty in the head.

 "BEAUTY!" shouted Kirsten. "BAD BAD DOG!" Beauty stopped peeing and began whining, ashamed at disappointing her master. Kirsten grabbed the dog and locked it in one of the bedrooms. Christian had come back down after hearing the commotion and couldn't help himself from laughing. His mother stood next to him, horrified at Beauty's reaction. Michael's face was bright red.

 "Chris, get our guest some socks and a pair of pants to wear," said Inez. Chris kept laughing as he headed up the stairs.

 "Geez, I'm really sorry about that," said Michael.

 "Sorry about what? She peed on you," replied Inez. "You better take your pants off."

 "Ex-ex-excuse me?" asked Michael.

 "So they can be washed. You don't wanna smell like dog pee all night do you?"

 "You don't have to wash my clothes. I don't want to be a hassle," said Michael as Kirsten reentered the room.

 "Well, I'm not washing your clothes. Kiki is."

 "I am?" questioned Kirsten.

 "Yes, that is your dog that you are supposed to take care of," said Inez. "I'll finish setting the table."

 "Oh. Well, I don't have a problem with that then. Mind if I get myself cleaned up a bit?" asked Michael as Christian came back down with a pair of socks and a pair of jeans. 

 "I'll show him to the bathroom," said Kirsten, taking the clothes from Christian. She and Michael headed to the second floor and into the rather spacious bathroom. "That was so weird. She's been housebroken for years. I wonder what came over her."

 Michael emptied his pockets, then removed his pants, shoes and socks. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, turned the water on and washed his feet and ankles off. Kirsten handed him a towel before she left with his dirty clothes. A few minutes later Michael came back down the stairs sporting jeans that were three inches too long for him.

 The four of them sat down at the table, Michael and Kirsten on one side, Christian and Inez on the other. Michael examined the slightly burnt pot roast sitting in the middle of the table. It looked like a shrunken tree log. There were bowls of steamed green beans and corn on the table as well. Inez sliced up generous portions for everyone. Michael took a bite of the pot roast. Suddenly, his mouth became the Mojave Desert. He sipped down some water but the meat just seemed to soak it all up. Michael was able to choke the piece down without looking like a total ass, but he decided against eating the pot roast and stuck to the vegetables.




The Big Time Pt. 03



"Tell me about yourself, Mike," said Inez. "Kirsten hasn't been very vocal about you."

 Michael looked at Kirsten. "I wonder if that's a good thing or bad thing." Kirsten bit down on a green bean. "Well, there really isn't much to tell. I'm from Bethesda, Maryland. In the fall, I'm going to be a senior at the University of Chicago. Once I finish up there, I guess I'll get a job. A mechanical engineering degree has to be good for something. That's about it."

 "Oh come on, there has to be more to you than that. You are not just a college student from Maryland," said Inez.

 "That's how most people describe me."

 "How do you describe yourself?" prodded Inez. Michael was silent.

 "Mom, he's a college student from Maryland, okay?" said Kirsten, hoping to conclude that particular conversation. Inez rolled her eyes at Kirsten.

 "So are you going to take a shot at being a movie star? Hollywood?" asked Christian. "Kiki said you just came from an audition."

 "If the opportunity presented itself, well, I don't know," answered Michael. "I don't think I stand a chance of making it in showbiz."

 "Audition didn't go well?" asked Inez.

 "That's a bit of an understatement," said Michael with a laugh.

 "It couldn't have been as bad as Kiki's cereal commercial audition from when she was eleven," said Christian.

 Kirsten put her fork down. "Chris, don't tell that story." 

 "Whoa whoa whoa. YOU brought him here, YOU knew there would be consequences," said Christian. "So anyway, here's little Kiki at this audition. The whole day she's been complain-"

 "MOM! Make him stop!" said Kirsten.

 "-about her stomach, so when she gets up to-"

 "SHUT UP CHRIS!"

"Christian," remarked Inez intensely. Christian sighed and leaned back in his chair.

 "Fine," said Christian. "I'm finished, may I be excused?" Inez nodded and Christian left behind a half empty plate of food.

 "Wow," said Michael.

 "Wow what?" asked Kirsten, still angry at Christian.

 "I've never seen someone be intimidated by their mother before."

 "You've never been?" asked Inez.

 "No, but both of my parents did take a heavy handed approach to raising me. Especially my dad, although you wouldn't know it now. Sometimes, though, I could really do without either of them." Neither Kirsten nor Inez replied. Michael was a little confused. "Um, I noticed that there's no Mr. Dunst here, is he at work or something?"

 "Klaus left us a long time ago," stated Inez. Michael dropped his eyes to his food, realizing his blunder. Of course that's why there aren't any pictures of her parents.

 "Will you excuse me?" said Kirsten as she left the table.

 "That was a tremendously insensitive remark, wasn't it?" said Michael. He stood from the table. "I'm sorry Mrs. D-, Inez." Michael left the table in search of Kirsten.



 "Kirsten?" said Michael quietly as he knocked on a closed door on the second floor. When no one answered, he opened the door. This was apparently Kirsten's bedroom. There were Barbie dolls lining the shelves and a rumpled bed with white sheets against one of the walls. A few stuffed animals were scattered on the floor. Kirsten was sitting at her desk, chin in her hands. "Kirsten-"

 "I know you didn't mean to say that," cut off Kirsten. "I know you didn't know that my parents were divorced, that my father hasn't been a part of my life since I was thirteen. But I guess I still have issues with him."

 "You say that like there's something wrong with it."

 Kirsten turned towards him. "Isn't there?" Michael did not reply. "Listen, I'm glad you came, but I don't think I'd make very good company tonight. Christian can give you a ride back to the hotel."

 "Okay, Kirsten. Good night." Michael left the room and closed the door quietly. He grabbed his halfway dry clothes from the dryer and Christian took him back to the hotel.

6:39 pm. Outside Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel.

 Michael stepped out of the elevator, wet jeans and socks in his left hand, keycard in his right. He headed towards his room at the end of the hall. It had been a long day and he was looking forward to watching television and getting some sleep. When he pushed the card into the slot, the door opened slightly. 

 "I forgot to close the door?" wondered Michael aloud. Then he remembered how much cash he was carrying in his luggage, and he entered the room quickly, slamming the door shut behind him. He flipped the lights on and immediately entered the bedroom, wholly ignoring the figure sitting near the windows. He pulled his duffel bag out of the closet and searched it thoroughly. The money he had hidden away was still there. Michael pulled that wad of cash out, and then got the rest out of his other pair of shoes. He sat on the bed and flipped through it, relieved that it was all still there.

 Michael hid the money away again, kicked off his shoes and then flopped onto his bed. He switched the television on and found a rerun of "Dawson's Creek." The episode was not very good, and he found himself drifting off to sleep.

7:15 pm.

 Someone shut the television off. The sudden silence woke Michael up. He blinked his eyes when the bed began shaking and he started bouncing up and down. 

 "Wake up sleepy head!" said Rachael Leigh Cook. She stopped jumping and landed on her side right next to Michael. She leaned over and gave him a kiss.

 "Rachael, it's great to see you again," said Michael. "How'd you know I was here?"

 "Kiki told me," answered Rachael, propping her head up with her hand.

 "Can you tell me what the whole 'Kiki' thing is about? I keep forgetting to ask Kirsten about it. Everyone seems to call her that except me."

 "Next time you see her, don't forget," said Rachael. "So what have you been up to? Did you do the audition?"



 "Yeah, I subjected myself to it. It didn't go well." Michael thought a moment. "How did you get inside the room?"

 She glanced around as if they were being watched. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

 "Of course," replied Michael.

 "Simon has a manager's keycard for a lot of the hotels in LA. They come in handy when some of his clients do stupid things. I just borrowed this one from him for the night," said Rachael, holding a keycard in her hand.

 "You're a client too?"

 "Yeah, Simon is a heavy hitter in this town; he's got TONS of big names in his stable." 

 "So why are YOU one of his clients?"

 Rachael pushed him onto his back and sat on top of his stomach. "Now that's not very nice," said Rachael as she began unbuttoning his shirt. She fumbled with one button before simply tearing the shirt open. "Not nice at all." She leaned down and shoved her tongue in Michael's mouth as he squeezed her ass through her tight jeans.

 She pulled her t-shirt off and then kissed him again. He fondled her braless breasts, his erection growing in his pants. He rolled over on top of her and continued kissing her small lips. Michael removed his shirt as she unbuttoned his pants. As soon as she got them unzipped they rolled over again with Rachael on top. She slipped down, knelt on the carpet and tugged his jeans to the floor. Michael's cock was already forming a tent in his boxers. Rachael pulled his cock through the opening and began squeezing and pulling it with both of her hands.

 Michael let out a contented sigh as she blew her warm breath over the head of his cock. Rachael wrapped her thin lips around his shaft and began sucking. She began slowly, adjusting her mouth to his size and only getting about half of it inside. Her tongue dragged up and down on his shaft as she blew him. She coated his cock with a generous amount of saliva, and soon his cock was an absolute sticky mess. 

 Rachael pulled her mouth away for a moment, a thin trail of spit following it. Then she dove right back in, trying to take Michael's entire length down her throat at once. Michael gasped as she succeeded wonderfully, her nose touching his pubic hair. She moved her head around, even dragging her teeth a little on his shaft, making him jump. After pulling off to take a breath, Rachael immediately deep throated him again.

 "Hoooooly shit, Rachael!" shouted Michael. He clutched the sheets and thrashed his head on his pillow.

 Her mouth never leaving Michael's cock, Rachael unbuttoned her jeans and struggled to push them down. When the hip hugging fabric finally let go, her panties soon followed them. Her fingers were already slick from jacking on Michael's penis so she easily slipped one inside her wet pussy. Michael heard her moan into his cock, then she seemed to suck harder and faster.

 "Ahem." Neither Rachael nor Michael paid attention to the voice. "Ahem!" The slurping noises drowned out the sound. "HEY!"

 Michael's eyes shot open. After a few moments his eyes were able to focus and he noticed a red haired beauty standing before him, hands on hips. She was wearing maroon pants and a dark blouse. Rachael unfortunately stopped pleasuring him and looked behind her.

 "I see that you've got him all ready for me?" inquired Rose McGowan.

 Rachael pouted. "Yeah, but can't I have him for the night?" she said as she continued tugging his cock.

 Rose's eyes were locked on Michael's slobbery weapon. She walked over and sat on the bed. After giving it a few squeezes, she wiped her hand on the sheets.

 "Ooh, it's really hard too. Good work," said Rose.

 "Um, ex- excuse me," said Michael. "I'm uh, a little, um,"

 "Embarassed? Ashamed? Oh I know, horny?" asked Rose. "Please Mike, you just lie there and stay hard. Rachael is a good friend of mine. Do you know why she's such a good friend?" Michael shook his head, coherent sentences far from being formed inside his head. "Because she pays people back for the things that they do for her."

 "Pllleaaaaase can I have him tonight? I haven't had sex since I saw him last." 

 "No," replied Rose.

 "Can't we just share him?" whined Rachael.

 "You were just supposed to open the door for me and leave, not come in here and suck his dick," said Rose. "But since you're already here, I know I could use a talented tongue like yours right now." Rose slipped out of her clothes in an instant. "Scoot over," she said to Michael as she lay down on the bed. She raised her legs up then spread them wide.

 Michael complied, still not entirely sure what was happening. Rachael's lower lip jutted out as Rose's pink pussy replaced Michael's hard cock in front of her face. 

 "Snap to it Rach," ordered Rose.

 Not being in an unenviable position, Rachael licked her lips before planting a sloppy kiss right on Rose's labia. She licked the outer lips leisurely, letting Rose's aroma tantalize her senses. Rose's pussy began juicing up before Rachael's very eyes, and Rachael took the finger she had been fucking herself with and slipped it inside Rose's pussy.

 Rose's clit was soon begging for attention, but Rachael completely ignored it. She continued to slash away with her tongue but Rose's little bud was left out in the cold. Michael reached over and ran his hand over Rose's exquisitely formed breasts. He began kissing her long, smooth neck, but she grabbed him by the hair and pressed his face to her tits. 

 "Ooh, yeah suck on my nipples, that's right," moaned Rose. Michael's tongue roved over her pale skin before lingering on her hard nipples. Rose reached down and began giving Michael a handjob. Rachael continued to lick over, under and around Rose's clit. "Ooooh you fucking bitch, stop teasing me!"

 "I thought I was just supposed to get you 'ready,'" said Rachael innocently.

 "Ready is just after I cover your pretty little face with my pussy cream!" shouted Rose. "Lick my clit NOW bitch!"

 "See what I put up with?" said Rachael to Michael. Rose grabbed her head and pressed Rachael's lips right to her clit. Rachael closed her lips around Rose's throbbing clit and began flicking her tongue back and forth. Rose's handjob suddenly became a little less gentle.

 "Ow!" said Michael after Rachael flicked Rose's clit again. Rose let go of his cock and used her hands to smother Rachael's face with her cunt. Not that Rachael was going anywhere. She loved eating pussy and put as much gusto into cunnilingus as she did fellatio. Rachael's fingers probed the inside of Rose's love tunnel while she sucked on her clit.

 Michael was desperate for something warm and wet to engulf his cock. He looked at Rose and did not like the way she was gritting her teeth, trying to prolong her near orgasmic state. Rachael noticed his predicament and motioned him to come around and fuck her. He got off the bed and grabbed Rachael by the hips and pulled her to her feet. Rachael stopped frigging her sopping pussy as she eagerly awaited Michael's entry. He pressed the head of his cock against her tight young cunt, drawing a little moan from her lips.

 He pushed himself inside her slowly. Rachael stopped licking Rose's snatch and moaned softly as Michael penetrated her to the hilt. Rose opened her eyes and took one look at Michael and Rachael.

 "HEY! GET YOUR DICK OUT OF HER RIGHT NOW!" shouted Rose with authority. Now it was Michael's turn to pout as he disengaged himself from Rachael. "Men are such impatient little animals. God, if you're so desperate come up here." Michael knelt beside Rose's head, his fuckstick bobbing up and down lewdly. She turned her head and slurped his cock inside her mouth. Not even using her hands since the angle was so awkward, Rose sucked Michael's cock even better than Rachael did. He never knew a person's tongue could move so fast. Michael instinctively began moving his hips back and forth, trying to get as much of his cock inside Rose's mouth as possible. "You fucking come in my mouth and you'll be in serious trouble," said Rose between sucks. 

 Rose's moans became louder as Rachael found just the right combination of finger and tongue. Rachael hit the right spots again and again as Rose had a screaming climax. 

 "Ohhhhhhm yeaaaaaahhhh! Oh you sexy sexy bitch! Eat my pussy! Suck my cream down!" spewed Rose as she came all over Rachael's face. Rachael lapped away like a puppy, not missing a drop. "Come up here, I wanna taste myself." Rachael obediently crawled up onto the bed and kissed Rose deeply. There tongues intertwined for a few seconds before Rose licked Rachael's chin and cheeks.

 "Mmm, I taste good, don't I?" stated Rose.

 "Absolutely," replied Rachael.

 "Thanks Rachael," said Rose as she pushed Rachael to the side and pulled Michael on top of her. "Now if you'll excuse me, Kiki's boytoy and I have a little business to attend to."

 "What?! You are so mean Rose!" spat Rachael.

 "You can watch, I don't mind," said Rose. Michael tried to turn his head and say something to Rachael but Rose quickly covered his mouth with her own. Her lips were slick with her own juices and Michael was unable to tear himself away from such spicy treats. Rachael was hurt that Rose would snub her so hard, but unfortunately she was still incredibly horny. She felt so cheap as she pulled one of the big comfortable chairs up close to the bed so she could watch.

 Rose guided Michael's cock as he mounted her in the missionary position. After the initial penetration, he slid all the way in quite easily. What Rose lacked in tightness she made up for with control and substantial heat. Michael savored the warmth for a moment, before pulling himself out and then pushing back in. Rose squeezed his ass cheeks as he began giving her long, smooth strokes of his cock. Her rhythmic moans were music to his ears.

 Rachael was insanely jealous as she frigged herself to the same beat as Michael's cock strokes. She was so horny, and Michael's cock was just what she needed. She sucked one of her fingers and began rubbing her clit with it. Then she pressed two of her fingers inside herself and imagined that she was fucking Michael's cock. She licked her lips and closed her eyes as the pleasure washed over her. The sound of Rose crying out shattered her fantasy.

 She rolled Michael over so he was on his back and she was in the cowgirl position. Rose put her hands on his shoulders and proceeded to give him the ride of his life. Her ample tits were flopping up and down as she fucked him. The headboard was literally banging on the wall as Rose humped and fucked Michael's cock. Her shrieks began to crescendo as she approached another orgasm. Rachael increased her pace as well, driven to come at the same time they did. Michael was simply along for the ride, doing everything he could do to stave off his orgasm.

 "AAaahhh!' screamed Rose as her orgasm rippled throughout her body.

 "Ohhhhh my goooood!" whispered Rachael as she squeezed her nipple.

 Michael managed the most animal of grunts as he exploded into Rose's wanton vagina. He fired his weapon into her over and over, each shot coating her walls with cum. Michael gazed up at Rose. She sat on top of him for a few moments, her beautiful chest heaving to and fro. The strands of red hair clinging to her sweaty brow completed one of the sexiest images Michael had ever seen. She let out a contented sigh as she carefully raised herself off of Michael's shaft and collapsed on the bed next to him.

 "Have I repaid my debt?" asked Rachael as she brushed her hair out of her eyes.

 "Yes you have," sighed Rose. The three of them relaxed for a few minutes, reveling in the afterglow.

 "What exactly was this arrangement you two had?" inquired Michael. He clasped his hands behind his head since Rose was apparently not into cuddling.

 "It was nothing. Just a favor between friends," mused Rose.

 "Yeah, a favor where you got to have a ton of sex and I didn't," replied Rachael testily.

 Rose sat up on the bed. "I think it's time to raid the mini-bar." She got off the bed and went over to the little refrigerator near the television.

 "Um, hold on a sec Rose. I'm not paying for this room, soo-" said Michael.

 "Hey, if Simon put you in this room then you have free rein over it," said Rose. "Shooting Stars knows how to treats its clients."

 "They represent you too?" asked Michael.

 "Yep," said Rose as she unscrewed the top of a little bottle of tequila.

 "Then why did Rachael have to get you the card?"

"Let's just say that Rose has been a little naughty when she's gotten a hold of it," said Rachael. Rose just rolled her eyes.

"What would be a good idea, is if we ordered room service," said Rose.

"The mini-bar, fine. But ordering room service? Isn't that a bit much?" said Michael.

The two starlets laughed at him. "You gotta learn to live it up!" said Rose. "Enjoy the perks of stardom."

"Maybe I would if I WAS a star."

"You are such a worry wart. Blame it on us then," said Rachael as she picked up the phone.

8:04 pm.

 The three of them were lying in the king size bed naked, watching television. Michael was in the center, Rose on his right and Rachael on his left. Michael was flipping channels when he stumbled across an NBA playoff game. The Mavericks and the Kings were battling in game seven of the Western Conference finals, each team itching for the chance to run wild all over the streaky Celtics and win the championship.

 Rachael took the controller out of his hand. "Basketball? Yeah right," said Rachael. She flipped it to the pay-per-view section and started browsing through the list of movies. 

 Someone knocked on the door and called out "Room service." Rose got up and began to walk out of the bedroom. Michael was about to say something but he became transfixed by her beautiful, pale skin and the sexy bob of her ass. As soon she got out of the room though (and out of his sight), he remembered what he wanted to say. 

 "Um, shouldn't you put on a robe, or something?"

 "Nah. This way we don't have to tip him," replied Rose. 




The Big Time Pt. 03



Michael looked at Rachael and she shrugged. "I guess that makes sense," he said.

Rose opened the door with a smile. "Thanks a lot." The stunned worker pushed the cart into the room. Michael could have sworn he heard the guy say "Hootchie mama." She took the two trays off the cart, turned around and placed them on a table. "Bye bye," said Rose as she closed the door. Rose went to the bathroom and put on one of the complementary robes.

Rose joined Rachael and Michael at the table. They were just wearing t-shirts and underwear. Michael had a half-pound cheeseburger with fries, while Rose had ravioli and Rachael had a salad. The bottle of wine the three of them shared did not last very long.

"I hope you're planning to stick around in LA for a while," said Rachael as she munched on a crouton.

"I guess I'll be here as long as I need to be."

"How long is that?" asked Rose.

"Once I find out about this audition and finalize my deal with Simon, I'll probably head back home. So maybe a couple of days?" speculated Michael.

"A couple days? That's it?" asked Rachael.

"Well I don't have any place to stay. I'd love to stay close by to you." He looked at Rose. "Both of you, but who knows how long this free lunch is going to last?" The phone began ringing. Michael pushed his seat back from the table and stood up. "Excuse me."

He walked into the bedroom and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Mike?"

"Oh, hey Kirsten, how are you feeling?" asked Michael.

"Better, I'm feeling better," said Kirsten.

"I'm sorry about what I said at dinner. If I'd known-"

"-You never would have said it. I know, I've heard all of that before. But that's not why I'm calling."

"Oh?" said Michael as he reclined on the bed.

"I'm just feeling a little lonely right now," said Kirsten.

Michael checked his watch. "It's not late. I could come by if you'd like." Rachael appeared in the doorway.

"Who are you talking to?" she mouthed.

Michael covered the mouthpiece of the phone with his right hand. "Kirsten," he whispered.

"Nah, you don't have to come over. Besides, my brother is still here," sighed Kirsten.

"You can come over here if you want," suggested Michael. "Then you can tell me the story yourself."

"Ha, I'm not telling you anything. I have to do some stuff with my mom anyway," said Kirsten. "What have you been up to?"

Rachael sidled up to Michael on the bed. She began rubbing her leg against his. "Ummm, nothing, I was, ahem, watching the game."

"Who's playing?"

"Mavs and Kings." Rachael began rubbing his chest and kissing his neck. 

"What are you guys doing?" asked Rose from the other room.

"What was that?" asked Kirsten.

"Just the television. I'll turn it off," said Michael quickly. Rose poked her head in to see Rachael reaching inside Michael's boxers and carefully pulling his cock out.

"Don't mind if I join you?" asked Rose as she sauntered into the room, dropping her robe to the floor. Rachael's soft touch was slowly bringing life to Michael's cock, but Rose was more than happy to expedite the process. She crawled onto the bed and replaced Rachael's hand with her tongue. Michael's eyes closed involuntarily as Rose licked up and down his shaft. His breathing quickened and he almost dropped the phone.

"Are you ok Mike?" asked Kirsten.

"I'm fine. So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. Michael knew he should probably fight off these two horny demons who were assaulting him, but really, what heterosexual man would?

Kirsten's silence let Michael know that she was onto something. "Well, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to lunch with me tomorrow."

"Of cour-ooh!" said Michael as Rose hit just the right spot with her tongue. "Of course! Lunch sounds great! Where are we going? Anyplace I know?"

"You've only been here for two days Mike, I don't think you know any of the places in LA."

"Right! Right! Of course." Rose had now wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and was teasing the tip of it with her tongue. Rachael had taken her panties off and began sucking on Michael's fingers. After they reached a satisfactory level of wetness, she got on her knees and placed his hand under her pussy. As he was fingering her pussy, Rachael began squeezing her breasts and rubbing her nipples. Rose slipped about half of Michael's cock in her mouth before withdrawing. She took a breath and went back in, only getting about three-quarters of the way down.

Rachael giggled at her. "Lightweight." Rose shot her a look of death.

"What did you say?" asked Kirsten. "What are you watching?"

Michael blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Dawson's Creek!"

"Dawson's Creek isn't on right now. Mike, really, what are you doing?" Kirsten was starting to get annoyed.

 Michael tried to think as quickly as he could with his fingers inside Rachael Leigh Cook's pussy and his cock halfway down Rose McGowan's throat. "I'm ahhhh, um, watching, oooh, a movie."

 "What movie?" Kirsten asked slowly.

 "Well, ummmmm, a, uh," stammered Michael. Rachael rolled her eyes, leaned down and whispered in his ear. "An adult movie," said Michael quickly. He covered the mouthpiece and looked at Rachael in shock.

 "Why are you looking at me like that? This'll work on her, trust me. Let me listen in," said Rachael. Michael moved the phone to his other ear.

 "What?!" asked Kirsten with surprise.

 Rachel whispered again. "Well, I got to thinking about you, and, uh, well I got horny,' said Michael. Rose was still trying to deep throat Michael, driving him wild with every attempt.

 "You're so disgusting," said Kirsten.

 Rachael told Michael a few choice words. "How can that be disgusting? All that means is that I am absolutely, stark raving madly attracted to you."

 "It's disgusting for the same reason that women don't read Playgirl," replied Kirsten. 

 "Oh please, you love Playgirl," relayed Michael.

 "How'd you know that?"

 Michael glared at Rachael. She giggled before whispering the next response. "Lucky guess. Look, none of the girls on my TV screen compare to you, Kirsten. Not one. If I had a tape of our weekend together, I can guarantee I would be watching that instead."

 "I'd like a tape of that too," said Kirsten. She giggled. "I guess it is kind of sweet in a twisted way."

 "I think you can handle it from here," whispered Rachael. She kissed him on the cheek before moving down and assisting Rose with his cock.

 "It's the next closest thing to making love to you," said Michael.

 "Hmm. When you put it that way," thought Kirsten aloud. "Just don't uh, make love to me too many times tonight. I wouldn't want you to get a cramp or anything," giggled Kirsten.

 "I won't. I wanna save up for the real thing."

 "Eww. Okay, well, good night Mike, um, enjoy yourself." Kirsten hung up the phone and Michael did the same.

 "Jesus, Rose, you made handling that call a dozen times more difficult than it had to be," said Michael.

 "I like making things hard," said Rose with a wink. She let go of his shaft and prepared to mount him again. Rachael, however, beat her to the punch. She slipped her tiny body between Rose and Michael and slid herself onto the head of his dick. "Oh, real mature Rachael."

 "Why don't you go find that waiter you flashed. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to help you out," said Rachael with satisfaction. She let a loud moan as she took Michael's cock all the way into herself.

 Rose crossed her arms over her ample breasts. "Fine Rachael, you can have him for now. But you are definitely going to pay for this." Rose got off the bed and picked up her clothes. "And so will you lover boy," said Rose as she turned to leave the bedroom.

 "Can you turn the lights off?" asked Rachael. "While you're up." Rose sneered at her and flicked the switch just before walking out.

 Apprehensively, Michael watched her leave. Rachael gently pulled his face back and looked into his eyes. "Mike, it's going to be the kind of punishment you like. Probably." She leaned in and kissed him. He massaged her ass as he began thrusting his hips. 

Rachael was taking it nice and slow. Maybe a little bit too slowly for Michael's taste; he tried to increase the pace. Rachael gently brushed his hands away every time he made an attempt. "Control yourself, mister. I want to enjoy this," smiled Rachael with her eyes closed. She gyrated her hips leisurely but deliberately on his own, letting her tight velvet tunnel caress every inch of his cock. 

Of course, all this did was pour fuel on Michael's fiery desire. Rose's lips had provided enough foreplay for his engorged member, he was ready for his climax. But what could he do? Michael's desire to please Rachael outweighed his desire to please himself. He began running his hands over Rachael's body, focusing on her small breasts. Michael squeezed them and gently tweaked her nipples, hoping to make Rachael increase the pace on her own.

"Mmmmmm. How does it feel?" asked Rachael.

"Oh god it feels incredible Rachael. So. Good." 

Rachael was all smiles after she heard that. She leaned down and lovingly kissed him. Then she rolled to the side and pulled Michael on top of her. "Make love to me," she whispered into his ear.

You've got to be fucking kidding me, thought Michael. My balls are about to explode and now she wants a nice, slow romantic love making session???

Michael gritted his teeth. This was going to be absolute torture, albeit one that any sane man would gladly undergo. He lifted his head and kissed her again, glimpsing the clock out of the corner of his eye. The display read "8:17." Michael made a mental note; 8:47 and not one minute sooner.

8:32 pm.

 Michael was stroking the side of Rachael's head with his thumb, staring deeply into her big brown eyes. All he saw was utter contentment and joy. He wondered if she saw the desperation to get off in HIS eyes. Michael continued giving Rachael long, smooth strokes of his cock, each one taking Rachael's breath away.

8:45 pm.

 "Jesus, Rachael, I don't think I can hold it in any longer!" said Michael.

 Rachael had wrapped her legs around Michael's back and locked her ankles. She was grunting with every thrust. Both of their bodies were shiny with exertion. 

 "Come any time you want, Mike. Oooh, yeeesss. Come please come," moaned Rachael.

 Michael put his forehead against Rachael's. He shut his eyes tightly. And then he let himself go. Instead of multiple shots, it felt more like his balls were emptying themselves in one, long excruciatingly pleasurable spill of cum. There weren't any ups or downs, just a near constant chain of pleasure.

 Breathing heavily, Michael finally opened his eyes. Rachael's pretty face was tiredly smiling up at him. She caressed his cheeks and they shared another kiss, letting it linger for as long as they could. He carefully extracted his cock from her pussy and lay down on the bed. Rachael snuggled up against him as he pulled the covers over their exhausted bodies. Sleep was coming quickly, but not so fast that Michael didn't notice the time on the clock.

Goddamnit, he thought.

9:32 am. Thursday, May 29.

 Sunlight streamed through the windows, slowly waking Michael up. He yawned and stretched one arm. A beautiful young woman was cradled in the other. Rachael was still sound asleep, her head on his shoulder and his arm around her. Michael watched her for a few moments until the sunlight illuminated her face and she began blinking her eyes.

 "Morning," said Michael.

 "Already?" yawned Rachael.

 "Yep. Sleep well?"

 She kissed him on the lips. "Of course. Orgasms tend to do that for a girl. What about you?"

 "Eh," said Michael facetiously. She pinched his arm. "Ow! Hey, I'm not a girl!"

 Rachael giggled. "Which means an orgasm should be doubly effective on you."

 Michael reached over and picked up the phone. "What do you feel like for breakfast?" he asked.

 "Why Michael, won't you think of Simon and all the money he'll have to spend?"

 "What can I say, I'm getting the hang of it."

 Michael ordered bacon and eggs for the two of them, and then hit the shower. Rachael put on a bathrobe and lounged around in one of the sofa chairs watching the news. A few minutes later Michael walked out of the bathroom wearing khakis and a dark blue button down shirt.

 "How's this for my meeting with Simon?" he asked Rachael.

 "You look good Mike," said Rachael as she looked him up and down. "Well, good for wearing stuff that came out of K-Mart." 

 "Hey! I'll have you know that K-Mart sells very high quality items," Michael shot back. He heard a knock on the door. Michael went over and answered it, tipped the waiter, and brought the breakfast to the table.

 "I definitely need to take you shopping," said Rachael.

 "I'm more of a buyer than a shopper," said Michael as he ate a chunk of egg.

 "What's the difference?"

 "Well, one type accomplishes something and the other just wastes-" He halted himself as Rachael began tapping the table with her fingernails. "Uh, no time looking for stuff that they want. And, of course, ah, purchasing the stuff that they want."

 Rachael eyed him as she crunched down on a strip of bacon. "So you're finally going to sign on?"



 "Yeah. I'm also going to find out about my audition from yesterday."

 "Nervous?" inquired Rachael.

 "Compared to how I was feeling when I actually did the audition? Not really. I don't think I'm going to get it," answered Michael.

 "Don't you even have the slightest confidence in yourself?"

 "As an actor? No," answered Michael. "As a sex god? Well, you obviously know the answer to that." Rachael flung a piece of toast at him. "So what are you going to be up to today?" asked Michael, brushing the crumbs off his lap.

 "I'm heading off to Australia this afternoon for a movie shoot."

 "Wow. Really? What's it about?" asked Michael.

 "Sorry, can't tell you. But it'll really make a splash when it's released in a year and a half," said Rachael.

 "How long is the trip?"

 "About two months," replied Rachael.

 "That sucks. You're going to be gone for two months? Isn't that longer than it usually takes?"

 "It's not uncommon," said Rachael. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "It's also why I wanted last night to be something more than just a fuck session."

 Michael squeezed back. "It's always more than a fuck session, Rachael." Her lips curled into a smile as they kissed each other. Michael's watch beeped. "Sorry Rachael. Simon said the driver was going to be here at ten, I gotta go." They both stood and hugged each other tightly. "I'll miss you. Have fun in Australia!" said Michael.

 "I'm gonna miss you too," said Rachael as Michael left the room and shut the door.

***

Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

 John yawned and leaned back in his chair. He had been up all night in the kitchen making phone calls to all the hotels and motels in the Los Angeles area. There was one glimmer of hope when he found the Motel 6 Michael had stayed in, but that lead fizzled as soon as the clerk told him that Michael Torbin had checked out of the motel two days ago. The cook, Rosa, walked in and began preparing breakfast.

 "What happened to you?" she asked.

 "I've been trying to find Michael all night but I just can't track him down. It's frustrating," said John with a sigh.

 "I wouldn't get too worried about him, he can probably handle himself. Especially with all that cash that Mr. Torbin gave him. Don't you wish we got our Christmas bonuses like that?" said Rosa.

 "Who told you about the money?"

 She shrugged innocently. "I overheard the shouting."

 "Right," said John sarcastically. "I'd still feel a lot better if I knew where he was."

 Rosa stopped what she was doing. "We all like Michael, John. Of course we're all a little worried. But come on, Michael is a young man with a wad of cash in the city of angels. He's probably having the time of his life."

John sighed. "I'm going to get some rest. And Rosa, please DON'T serve breakfast to them together. It'd be best if we kept them out of each other's hair."

 "You know me, John," said Rosa with a grin.

 "Yes I do," said John exasperatedly.

10:31 am. Outside the Shooting Stars Talent Agency. Los Angeles, California.

 The limousine slowed to a stop in a small, private parking lot. The driver came around and opened the door. Michael stepped out of the shiny black stretch automobile and the driver pointed him towards the entrance to the agency. The agency was housed in a green office building that looked brand new. The parking lot was sprinkled with expensive cars. Michael headed towards the dual front doors and pressed the intercom button.

 "Shooting Stars," said the receptionist.

 "Hi, I have an appointment with Simon Daniels at 10:30," said Michael.

 "One moment please," said the receptionist. "Michael Torbin?"

 "Yes."

 "He is expecting you. His office is on the top floor. I'll buzz you up."

 A faint buzzer sounded and Michael reached for the solid looking door, only for it to open and smack him in the cheek, knocking him to the ground. 

 "Oh! Geez! I'm sorry!" said the overzealous door pusher as she helped him up. "Are you okay?!."

 "Oh, I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm fine," said Michael rubbing his cheek. He looked at his assailant. She was wearing dark sunglasses and had her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. "Um, it was entirely my fault."

 "No it wasn't, I should've looked before opening the door," said Katie Holmes. "I hope I didn't hit you too hard."

 "Nah, women have hit me harder than that before," said Michael.

 Katie smiled. "I'm Katie Holmes."

 Michael cleared his throat. "I'm uh, Mike, um, Mike Torbin. No, uh, Michael Torbin."

 "It was nice meeting you Michael, but I'm kind of in a hurry, as you um, probably felt," she said with a laugh. She began to walk away.

 "Nice meeting you too. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime, less violently I hope," said Michael. He turned around just in time to see the door click shut. Michael buzzed the door again. Katie got into her Mustang and cast a fleeting glance at Michael as she drove away. 

 "Shooting Stars."

 "Um, it's me again, Michael Torbin? I, uh, missed the door." He heard a faint snort come out of the intercom before the door buzzed again. He pulled it open and went inside. Michael hopped into the elevator and rode it to the top of the short building. It opened into a hallway with an office on either end. A sign on the wall pointed Michael in the right direction. The receptionist smiled cordially as Michael passed her by.

"Ah Michael, right on time. Have a seat," said Simon, rising from his seat.

 Michael sat in one of the plush leather chairs in front of Simon's desk. Simon sat back down and pulled out the contract he had shown Michael earlier.

 "So have you heard about the part yet?" asked Michael.

 "Before we discuss that, I'd like for us to get this contract business out of the way."

 "I'm sorry Simon, but I'm still not sure about this. I mean, I'm still in school, I have no formal training, I'm not any good at this stuff. And I'd rather know what's happening with this movie before I sign." 

"Michael, I don't want your decision to sign with us to be based solely on the outcome of yesterday's audition. I want you to sign with us because you want to make a career in Hollywood, a living out of entertaining people. If you're worried about your skills or talents, we can help you. If acting doesn't work out, you can try your hand at writing or directing. The opportunities are limitless. We are one of the top agencies in Hollywood and we will make you famous. This is your chance to be a star. This is your shot at the big time."




The Big Time Pt. 04



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Chapter 4: The Segue

7:34 pm. Thursday, May 29. Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

Joseph staggered into the dining room clutching a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He stumbled into a chair at the end of the table and put his bottle down. "See? I'm here on time for this stupid thing. Where the hell is Sharon?"

"Yes sir. I don't know, sir," replied John. He neatly laid out the silverware on the long oval dining table. 

Rosa backed out of the kitchen carrying two exquisitely prepared meals. She carefully placed them at each end of the table and then stood near the door to the kitchen. John pulled a lighter out of his jacket pocket and lit the two green candles standing in the center of the table. He almost began pouring a glass of wine for Joseph, but he decided he was just being redundant.

"Hey! Wine and Jack are always a good mix. Pour it!" ordered Joseph. John sighed and poured a small amount into Joseph's crystal glass. "Keep pouring." John filled the glass. Joseph took a big gulp of the wine, splashing some of it on the white tablecloth.

A few minutes later Sharon walked into the room. "Good evening John," she said as she took her seat at the opposite end of the table from Joseph. "My my Rosa, this smells delicious."

"Thank-" said Rosa.

"Good evening to you too," snapped Joseph. "You're late."

"You're on time. Did you run out of vodka before you could drink yourself silly?"

"As a matter of fact I did. But fuck the vodka. We're supposed to have dinner together at least once a week. Let's eat so we can leave each other alone to wallow in our own self pity," said Joseph.

"You are so goddamn pathetic. What the hell did I ever see in you?"

"I can't figure it out either. You don't care about anything but you. No, I take that back. You care about yourself AND money. That's it!" yelled Joseph.

"You should talk! The only thing that ever mattered to you was your work!" shouted Sharon.

"That's not true," said Joseph through gritted teeth.

"Oh please! Look at yourself! When you lost your job you acted like your life was over!"

The phone began ringing and John left the room to answer it.

"That was months ago. I can get a new job," replied Joseph unsteadily.

"Nobody wants a forty seven year old incompetent," Sharon shot back. 

Joseph threw his wine glass at the wall in a rage. "Oh really. Nobody wants a forty five year old fat cow of a woman either!"

John reentered the room and cleared his throat as loudly as he could. The two fuming spouses turned their heads towards him. "I've found Michael."

Sharon looked back at Joseph. "Good luck trying to find someone to replace me. Without paying for it, of course," said Sharon as she turned and left the room. Joseph simply grabbed his bottle of whiskey and stormed out.

Rosa sighed and picked up the plates of food. "Always such a waste."

John slowly sat down at the table. "They won't be back in here any time soon. If they won't eat the meal you prepared then I will. I'm starving."

Rosa put the plates back down. "I suppose you're relieved now that you know where Michael is?"

"You're not?" said John.

"I was never worried about him."

John sighed. "I've always loved your cooking." 

"So where is he?" asked Rosa as she blew the candles out.

"He's staying at the Hilton in Los Angeles, suite 9035. One of their most expensive rooms from what I've been told."

"Sounds like he's done well for himself."

"That's not the half of it. It seems he's been spotted alongside some famous faces," said John as he put a carrot slice in his mouth.

"Like who?" asked Rosa, now substantially more interested.

"I'm not sure that you would know them. I had no idea who they were," answered John.

Rosa put her hands on her hips. "Oh please, John. You know how much I love movies. Who was Michael with?" 

"I don't know, I can't remember the names too well. One started with a 'K' I think. Kris, Kristy, Kirsten maybe? One of them I think was in those science fiction movies Joseph likes so much, Natalie something. The other one was Jennifer, um, Anderson, I think," said John.

"Kirsten Dunst?! Natalie Portman?! Jennifer Aniston?! You must be kidding John!" exclaimed Rosa.

"Jesus you make me feel old. You know all of them?" John began cutting the chicken up. "And I'm not kidding. It was a dear friend gave me that information."

"Who?"

"He's the editor of the Arts & Entertainment section of the LA Times. He told me this in confidence so don't go around advertising what I just told you."

"That's amazing that Michael knows those people. I have to get him to introduce me to them," thought Rosa aloud. "When is he coming back?"

"I don't know, I didn't actually talk to Michael. But as long as he's safe, he's no longer my biggest concern."

"Michael isn't even his parent's littlest concern," said Rosa.

"Not much we can do about that, is there?"

 

7:12 pm. Katie Holmes's house. Los Angeles, California.

Ding-dong. Michael shifted, his arm falling across Katie's bare shoulders.

Ding-dong. Katie's eyes cracked open and she yawned.

Ding-dong. Michael stretched his arms and sat up. He turned his head and looked at the clock.

"Oh shit. I gotta go," said Michael as he slipped off the bed and began getting dressed.

Katie sat up against the head board and covered herself with the blanket. "You do?"

"Yeah, a friend is supposed to pick me up at seven for dinner," responded Michael.

"Do you really have to leave?" asked Katie.

"Yeah, I do. I made a promise that I would be there," said Michael, buttoning his shirt. "If I hadn't said the 'p' word, Katie, I wouldn't leave, friends be damned."

She smiled. "I like a man who knows how to keep his word."

He finished tying his shoes and went over to Katie. "As long as you keep that blanket right where it is, my promise streak will stay alive." Then Michael kissed her. She let go of the blanket and held his face with her hands. The blanket dropped, revealing her breasts and a hint of her bush.

"Far be it from me to break your streak," said Katie with a grin as she released him from her kiss.

Michael cast a long gaze at Katie's form. "Argh. You're killing me Katie, you really are. But I really, really have to go." Michael tore his eyes from Katie and began walking out of her room.

"Okay, Mike. Call me?" Michael turned his head to answer but found himself without words. She had grabbed a teddy bear and was holding it between her legs. It was just big enough to cover her breasts. Katie put her chin on the bear's head and gave Michael a sweet and innocent look. The only response he could muster was a slow nod of his head. "Bye!" said Katie. With such a sight before him, Michael could not move. He covered his eyes with both hands and turned around. Katie giggled as Michael bumped and felt his way out of the room and out of the house. 

7:35 pm. Hilton Hotel.

Michael jumped out of the limousine and entered the hotel. He walked quickly over to the bank of elevators and pressed the up button. After a few moments, the silver doors opened and he went in and rode it up to his floor. He jogged down the hall and opened the door to his room. Michael took a quick look around. Finding it empty, he undressed and took a shower.

Five minutes later, he was pulling on a pair of boxers. He began fixing his hair (otherwise known as running a handful of mousse through it) when he heard a knock. Michael rinsed his hands off and went to answer the door. He looked through the peephole and saw Kirsten's face trying to peer through from the other side. Michael smiled and opened the door.

"You do know these things only work one way?" said Michael.

"I always think I'll find the one that's been installed backwards," replied Kirsten as she stepped into the room. Michael closed the door and looked Kirsten up and down. She was wearing a very familiar little black dress and holding a shoebox and what appeared to be a suit. She had on a touch of makeup.

"You look great. Is that the same dress you were wearing on that Sunday?"

"Yes. I didn't really get a chance to show it off last time. You're wearing pretty much the same outfit too, except for the boxers." said Kirsten. "So I figured I'd help you out a little bit. This is for you." She held up the suit. "This is also why I'm late."

"A suit?" asked Michael as he took it from her hands. He pulled the suit out of the plastic and examined it. "Armani? I can't accept this."

"You have to. We're going to a pretty swanky place and you have to dress the part. Besides, I told you I'd get you some new clothes when you came out here." 

"You said a new shirt. An Armani suit is NOT a new shirt."

"Would you just shut up and get dressed? I want to see if I have as good an eye for measurements as I think I do," said Kirsten.

Michael nodded and headed towards the bedroom, Kirsten followed. He turned around and stopped her. "I can dress myself."

"Fine, but I get to UN-dress you later," declared Kirsten. Michael shut the door and began getting dressed. A few minutes later he held his hand out and asked for the shoes. Kirsten handed them to him and tried to get a peek but Michael shut the door too quickly. "Hurry up, I wanna see how you look."

"Kirsten, you have an extraordinary eye," called out Michael from behind the door. Then he opened it and presented himself to Kirsten.

Now it was Kirsten's turn to cast a flattering gaze. "Wow. You look so sexy." The dark gray suit fit Michael perfectly. Kirsten walked around him, admiring Michael as well as her handiwork. "I can't wait to show you off."

"Is that all I am? A trophy boyfriend?" said Michael with a laugh.

"Yep, got a problem with that?"

Michael pretended as if he was in deep thought. "No."

Kirsten grabbed his hand. "Our reservation is at eight. Let's go."

Michael checked his watch. "We're probably going to be late," said Michael as they left the room.

"I'll just have to drive fast, won't I?"

"Allen's not driving?"

"Nope. He's not a full time bodyguard, I wish he wasn't even a part time one. Simon is the one who hired him."

"When was that?"

"A long time ago, I think right after I did 'Interview with the Vampire'. He used to be around all the time when I was younger, but now it's pretty much only when I'm not here in LA."

They took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out into the warm night air. Kirsten fished a small set of keys out of her purse and unlocked her car with the remote. Michael looked towards the sound of a car honking and noticed Kirsten's ride; a shiny metallic red Porsche 911 Carrera 4 Cabriolet convertible. 

"Where were you hiding this car we were at your house?" asked Michael.

"I wasn't hiding it. I just didn't get a chance to show it to you. Hop in." They both slid into the soft leather seats and Kirsten started it up. She pressed a button on the center console and the roof retracted into the back of the car. "Like it?"

Michael nodded. "Wouldn't mind being seen in this car." She pulled out of the parking lot and went towards West Hollywood. The place they were going to was called Le Dome, a French restaurant that was popular among celebrities.

Kirsten was not joking about driving fast. She weaved in and out of traffic like the Intimidator. "They don't hold reservations if you're late," she said when she saw the uneasy look in Michael's eyes.

"Even for someone like you?"

"I'm not Julia Roberts," replied Kirsten. Then with a determined look at the road in front of her she added, "Yet."

Minutes later they arrived at the restaurant. A red coated valet took Kirsten's keys and she and Michael headed through the iron gates. The front desk attendant greeted them with a warm smile and motioned to a waiter.

"Good evening Miss Dunst. Your table is ready. Please follow me," said the waiter. Michael and Kirsten followed her past the bar. Michael noticed the dome just above the bartender that apparently gave the place its name. He didn't see any particularly famous faces in the crowd; he guessed that these were probably movie executives or producers. After they were seated, the waiter handed menus to them and asked if they would like anything to drink.

"Water is fine," said Michael.

"Martini," said Kirsten.

Michael browsed through the menu. "I don't understand any of this."

"Never took French in high school?"

"Taking a language and learning a language are entirely different things. What's the French word for 'steak?'" asked Michael.

Kirsten closed the menu and put it down on the table. "Tell you what, I'll order for us."

"Alright, but no fish for me," said Michael as he put his menu down.

"You don't like fish?" Michael shook his head. "No fish at all?" asked Kirsten.

"Lobster, crab, shrimp, that sort of stuff is fine. Eating fish bugs me though. Reminds me of the guppy I used to have."

"What was he called? W?"

"No, F." replied Michael. "I was still near the beginning of the alphabet when I was five."

"That makes sense." The waiter came around with their beverages. He placed the martini on a napkin in front of Kirsten and a bottle of expensive water in front of Michael.

"Good evening, how are you doing tonight? The specials today include-"

"We're ready to order. I'll have the osso bucco with fettuccine and he'll have the soft shell crabs," interrupted Kirsten.

"Excellent choices, ma'am," said the waiter as he wrote the order down.

"Excuse me, but I didn't ask for this," said Michael, holding the bottle of water up to the waiter.

"You asked for water, didn't you sir?" asked the waiter, confused.

"Yeah, but not a bot-"

"Mike, that IS the water," said Kirsten.

Michael lowered his hand. "Oh. Um, never mind." The waiter smiled politely and left. "Apparently I have a lot to learn."

"Don't worry about it. I'm more of a take out Chinese girl myself," said Kirsten. "But I do enjoy the high life from time to time."

"I'm sure you do if you can afford that Cabriolet." Michael sipped his water. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why do some people call you Kiki?"

"It's just a nickname that my family and close friends call me."

"Oh."

Kirsten noticed the disappointed look on Michael's face. "Oh no Mike, it's not that you're not a close friend. You're more than a close friend. It's just, well, different between you and me."

"Really?" said Michael with a hint of sarcasm.

"Of course really. I've never had a relationship like this with someone I considered a close friend, or even a boyfriend. You know, things have never moved so quickly between me and a guy," said Kirsten. She put her hand on top of Michael's. "But I'm glad that they did." 

"So am I, Kirsten. Meeting you has probably been one of the best things that ever happened to me." They gazed into each other's eyes for a few moments.

"So, what do you think of LA? Have you been having a good time?"

"Yeah, it's an interesting place," replied Michael. "With a lot of interesting people."

"Like who?"

"I've met more celebrities than I'd ever thought possible. It's actually really strange, there's been a lot of weird coincidences."

"Oh?" asked Kirsten. She sipped her martini.

"Yeah. One encounter especially. Are you close to Eliza Dushku?"

"We're good friends, yeah."

"Talked to her lately?"

"Not in the last few days. Why?"

"Well," said Michael, scratching his chin. "Tom told me about a little encounter he had with Eliza. In Chicago actually."

"I take it that he didn't just get an autograph?" guessed Kirsten.

"That's one way to put it. Another way is to say it is that he's now Eliza's bitch. Anyway, the other coincidence was meeting her on my way to LA. I had a stopover in Chicago and she happened to be on my plane. The seat next to me actually."

"Did you get an autograph?" asked Kirsten flippantly.

"No, and if you two are good friends, I'm sure I won't need to elaborate," answered Michael. He sipped his water. "Is Eliza in the movie?"

"I don't think so."

"Does she have family in Chicago?" 

"Not that I know of. She's from Utah. What's with all the questions?" asked Kirsten.

"She gave me a different story than the one she gave Tom. 'Course, I had no idea at the time that she was lying and neither did Tom. I'd really like to know what her deal is," said Michael.

"What exactly happened between her and Tom?" asked Kirsten.

Michael rubbed his chin. "Let's just say that I'm a little scared of Eliza now."

Kirsten smiled. "Good."

"What do you mean, 'good?'"

"Tom needed a little attitude adjustment. Eliza was perfect for the job," said Kirsten.

"What job?" asked Michael. Realization crept over his face. "You mean you sent her? Jesus, you celebrities ARE weird."

"Don't worry, you'll be one of us soon," said Kirsten in a faux evil voice.

"Ha, not bloody likely. Once Simon realizes just how much of a scrub I am I'll be well on my way back to anonymity," scoffed Michael. "So you just asked her to teach Tom a lesson? You didn't ask her to do anything to me did you?"

"No," said Kirsten innocently. "But that doesn't mean she won't."

A little while later the waiter brought two delicately prepared plates of food to the table. He placed the soft shell crabs in front of Michael and the ossa bucco in front of Kirsten. "Another martini?"

"No thank you, just water please," replied Kirsten.

"She'll have another," said Michael. "I'll have a coke too." The waiter took the orders down and walked away. 

Kirsten looked at Michael. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Hey, you ordered the food, I'll order the drinks." Michael looked at his plate. "This is interesting."

"Good too," said Kirsten as she twirled her fettuccine with her fork.

8:48 pm.

Over a slice of strawberry cheesecake, Michael and Kirsten continued their first, official, unchaperoned date. The conversation ebbed and flowed like good conversations should. Michael was pleasantly surprised by Kirsten's ability to stay sober. By now she had four drinks, and aside from being a little flush in the cheeks Michael could hardly discern that she drank at all.

"That's what she said? Really?" asked Michael.

"Yep, Britney actually has a really dirty mouth. She even smokes now I think," replied Kirsten. She spooned the last chunk of the dessert into her mouth. "I love cheesecake."

"You sure do," said Michael, noting that his dessert fork was as clean as it was when they arrived. Then he felt something poking his inner thigh. He looked down and noticed Kirsten's bare foot slowly sliding back and forth. "I didn't even get any."

"I've got something much sweeter than that cheesecake," said Kirsten as she put pressure on Michael's cock with her foot. Blood was quickly rushing out of one head and into the other.

Michael roughly grabbed a waiter walking by the table. "Check. Now."

"Yes sir, right away sir," said the startled waiter. He hurried off to get the bill. Michael reached for his wallet.

"Hey! I took you out," said Kirsten as she continued to massage Michael's cock. "You're not paying."

"Yeah, right. I don't care what you're doing with your foot, I never let the woman pay." Suddenly Michael winced in pain. "Okay! Okay! You can pay. Owwww!"

Kirsten smiled sweetly at him. "Good," she said as she pulled a credit card out of her small purse.




The Big Time Pt. 04



"But once I get my first Hollywood paycheck, we're going to the cheapest restaurant in town."

"I can't wait." The waiter came back and took Kirsten's credit card. Seconds later he returned with the receipt and Kirsten began writing on it. The waiter glanced at the odd expression on Michael's face.

"What?!" blurted out Michael.

"Oh, nothing sir," said the waiter.

Michael, annoyed, grabbed Kirsten's foot and began tickling her. The pen skewed across the receipt as Kirsten burst out laughing. She jerked her leg back but Michael held on and she almost slipped out of her chair. 

"Hahaahaahah! Stop it!" she shrieked.

The waiter picked up the receipt. "Uh. This is close enough. Thank you very much." He walked away.

"You know, you have really cute little toes," said Michael as his relentless tickling drove Kirsten into a frenzy.

"Heeheeheheeheehee! St-, stop!" yelled Kirsten as she banged the table and knocked a glass over. Other customers began staring at them as the manager came over to their table to investigate.

"Excuse me Ms. Dunst, is something the matter?" asked the middle aged manager.

"Does it, haha, look like, heehee, something is the, hahahaha, matter?!" asked Kirsten deliriously.

"No ma'am. Not at all," said the manager coolly.

"Do you want us to leave?" asked Michael.

The manager looked at him. "I'm sure you can think of a less public place for these kinds of activities?"

"Ye, yes! Less pub-, hahah, lic," stammered Kirsten.

Michael finally released her little foot. After catching her breath, Kirsten stuck her head under the table to look for her high heel. He noticed it lying on its side under her chair and picked it up. Michael cleared his throat.

"Oh. There it is," said Kirsten, her face red with exertion.

Michael knelt down on the floor and slipped the shoe back onto her foot. 

"Thank you," said Kirsten and she gave him a kiss. He could feel the eyes of some of the other men in the restaurant staring at him jealously. Michael stood and held out his arm. Kirsten took it and they walked out of the restaurant. The valet met them at the front gate with her car. Michael tipped him as Kirsten walked around to get into the driver's seat. 

"Whoa Kirsten. I'm quite sure you're blood alcohol level is above the state limit," called out Michael. "You shouldn't be driving."

She stopped and looked over at him. "I didn't have that much to drink. I'm fine."

"Nonetheless," said Michael as he walked over and stood between Kirsten and the car. He held his hand out. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to this car."

"You sneaky little-, fine," said Kirsten as she dropped the keys into his palm. They both got into the Porsche and Michael started it up and drove out of the parking lot.

"So where are we headed?" asked Michael.

"Back to my house. Do you know how to get there?"

"Your house? What about your mom and brother?" asked Michael as he hit the button to put the top up.

"They're spending a few days visiting family back in New Jersey," said Kirsten.

"That sounds suspiciously like the story that Eliza gave Tom," said Michael. Kirsten just smiled and looked out the window as Michael shifted into high gear and sped through the night.

9:25 pm. Dunst household.

The lights in the house were dark as Kirsten opened the front door. She put her keys on a little side table and walked into the kitchen, Michael following. "Would you like anything to drink? Coffee?" asked Kirsten as she washed her hands.

"No thanks," said Michael. "I think I've got enough energy for you to handle tonight."

"Really," said Kirsten. Michael's hands softly rubbed her bare shoulders and she felt his warm breath in her ear. "We'll see." Kirsten dried her hands and then quickly dashed out from under Michael's hands. She was giggling as she ran up the stairs with Michael in hot pursuit. But Michael wasn't fast enough as Kirsten scampered into her room and slammed the door, locking Michael out.

"Hey!" shouted Michael, twisting on the knob to no avail.

"Hold your horses! It'll just be a few minutes!" Kirsten shouted back.

"Okay, but hurry up!"

True to her word, a few minutes later he heard Kirsten's voice again. "Okay, come in and have a seat. Oh, and turn the lights off."

Michael opened the door, entered the room and flicked the lights off. He looked around for Kirsten but she wasn't there. Then he noticed another door, across from the bed. He pulled the chair from her desk and sat down.

"Ready?" called out Kirsten.

"Yep," replied Michael, rubbing his hands together.

Kirsten opened the door slowly, letting the soft bathroom light stream across the room. Michael blinked his eyes as he saw Kirsten's lithe form lean against the door frame, her arm bent over her head in a classic pose. She was wearing a lacy black teddy, cut low in front to accentuate her breasts. Michael licked his lips as Kirsten sauntered towards him, barefoot.

"You're choking my bear," said Kirsten with a giggle.

"Huh?" said Michael dumbly. Kirsten pointed to Michael's side; in his right hand Michael had one of her teddy bears in a death grip. "Sorry." He tossed it to the floor.

"Tsk, tsk. First you choke him and then you throw him away?" said Kirsten. She walked over to the bear and slowly bent over to pick him up, granting Michael a superb view of her ass. Then she turned around while petting the bear's head. Michael's cock began rising as he watched her stroke the stuffed animal. "You be more nice," said Kirsten to Michael. 

"I promise nothing." He stood up and advanced towards Kirsten. 

Kirsten held her hand out in a stopping motion. "Back off there mister."

The one thing Michael did not want to do was back off. He took her hand and twirled her around until her back was to him. "You look incredible in that," he whispered into her ear. He slid his hands down her side and onto her hips.

"I'm glad you like it. I got it just for you," said Kirsten as she leaned her head back onto Michael's shoulder. His hands slid over her flat stomach and he began kissing her neck. "Mmm, you know, as good as you look in that suit, I think I'd rather have you naked for the rest of the night. Stand still."

She turned around and gently slid Michael's coat off of his shoulders. Then she undid his tie and slowly pulled it from his neck. Kirsten took her time unbuttoning Michael's shirt, all the while articulating all the things she was going to do and have done to her that night. Needless to say, getting Michael's pants down his legs was a bit more difficult to do.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," apologized Kirsten as she finally got Michael's pants off. He kicked his shoes off and stood before her nude. She ran her hands around his sides, giving his stomach a squeeze.

"Hey! You know, I AM working on that," said Michael indignantly.

"If you need a little help, and I think that you do since I did outrun you, I'm sure Simon can get you a personal trainer or something."

"Oh yeah? I bet you couldn't pick me up!" said Michael as he turned around and lifted Kirsten by her butt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"Maybe not until you lose that weight," she said, laughing.

"You shut up," said Michael playfully before he kissed Kirsten's soft lips. He massaged her ass as he stepped forward and lay her down on the bed. Their tongues swirled around in each other's mouths as their hands touched and squeezed whatever flesh they could find. Michael kissed his way down her neck to the cleft of her breasts. He let his tongue drag lazily between her soft mounds before pulling the soft cloth to one side and licking her hard eraser tip nipples. 

Michael hooked his fingers under the shoulder straps of her teddy and pulled them down, revealing both of her breasts in all their round, soft glory. He continued pulling the black fabric down her body, letting his tongue drag over every newly exposed inch of flawless skin. Soon he was just above her pussy and its thin patch of blond hair. Michael lingered for a moment, savoring the anticipation. He pulled the teddy further and smiled slightly to himself as he saw it cling to Kirsten's aroused, wet pussy.

Kirsten raised her legs until Michael finally got the garment off of her body. She needed no encouragement to open her legs for him, and Michael positioned himself to dive into the delicacy Kirsten was offering. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation, prompting Michael to gather up her womanly secretions with his tongue. The outer lips came under attack first as Michael went around her pussy with his tongue, drawing soft moans from Kirsten. Then he spread the outer lips gently before sticking his tongue inside, trying to taste every bit of her hot twat.

Mindful of the extreme tightness of Kirsten's pussy, Michael reached his hand up to Kirsten's face, signaling for her to suck on his fingers. She grabbed his hand and sucked two fingers into her mouth. She licked them all over making them nice and slick. He pulled his hand down and inserted one finger inside her. After a little bit of effort he was able to wedge the second finger inside. Judging by the frequency and intensity of Kirsten's moans, Michael thought her clit was well overdue for an appearance.

Using his thumb, Michael gently rubbed the area just above her clit and began pulling the hood back. Her little love button peeked out and Michael briefly thought about sucking on it like he had done before. He decided not to on the grounds of him again doing something really stupid afterwards. Instead he just gave it a light, tender massage with his tongue while he slowly fucked her with his fingers. As he increased the pace Kirsten's body writhed more and more.

"Ohhh, don't stop, don't stop," moaned Kirsten. "Faster, faster!" Michael continued the licking and fucking of her pussy. He went faster and faster until Kirsten finally went over the edge and covered Michael's face with her orgasm. "Ohhhh goooooddddd!" 

Michael crawled back on top of the bed. He hovered over her, watching her come down from her orgasm. She finally opened her eyes and burst out laughing when she saw his face. It was shiny and wet with her juices. "Kiss me," ordered Kirsten. Michael pressed his lips to hers and shared her orgasm with her. They rolled over and Kirsten slid off the bed onto her knees.

She gripped Michael's half erect cock softly and pushed it back towards his stomach. Then she stuck her tongue out and licked up and down the underside. Michael groaned as she lowered her lips to his balls and sucked one into her mouth, all the while giving his cock rhythmic tugs. Soon she came back up and began sucking his cock in earnest. Her lips formed a tight seal as her head bobbed up and down and she applied serious suction. Michael tried to prop his head up to watch but the pleasure from her hot mouth kept him from doing anything voluntarily.

Kirsten's mouth popped off the head of his slobbery cock. She straightened her tongue out and gave the tip of Michael's cock hard flicks and swipes. Michael thought he was going to come right then and there when Kirsten planted a wet kiss right on the underside of his cock where the head met the shaft. But somehow he kept himself just on the edge. Michael put his hand on her cheek and stopped her before she could begin sucking again.

There was a look of confusion on her face, but only for a moment. Michael sat up and got off the bed and Kirsten lay down, her head on the pillows. He stood at the foot of the bed, drinking in Kirsten's image; her blonde hair splayed out on the pillows, her beautiful blue eyes and wonderful smile. Despite what had just happened, Michael almost felt unworthy of this angel lying before him. Sensing Michael's hesitation, Kirsten beckoned him closer.

"I want you Michael. I want to feel you inside me," said Kirsten softly.

Their eyes locked onto each other and Michael leaned over her body. Kirsten slowly opened her legs for him. He pointed his cock directly at Kirsten's opening and lowered himself slowly. After a bit of a struggle, the head of his cock penetrated her pussy. Kirsten bit her lip and scrunched her eyes closed as Michael penetrated further and further into her body. Michael's teeth gritted as the unbelievable tightness of Kirsten's pussy brought him to new heights of pleasure. 

With an agonizingly slow pace, Michael began fucking Kirsten. Her inner walls seemed to tickle and stimulate a different part of his cock with every thrust. Kirsten locked her legs around Michael's hips and her arms around his back. Every time he withdrew she used her arms to pull him back in. Michael fell to his elbows and he kissed Kirsten ravenously. Her tongue probed his mouth and then his felt its way around hers. 

Michael loins begged him to go faster, but he wanted to wait until Kirsten was the one begging. He didn't have to wait long. "Faster Mike, faster!" urged Kirsten.

Michael got back onto his hands and began thrusting harder and faster. Kirsten's clit was being bumped with each stroke and she was coming perilously close to an orgasm. Of course, Michael was dying for an orgasm too, but he wanted this torture to last as long as humanly possible. The two of them finally opened their eyes. Michael saw delirious pleasure in Kirsten, but also an urge to make sure that he orgasmed as hard as she would. She held his face with both hands and kissed him again.

"I'm almost there, Mike, I'm almost there," groaned Kirsten. Michael thumped her as hard as he could, each thrust bringing both of them one step closer to the edge. Soon, there was nothing between them and total bliss but their own willingness not to come. Somehow, some way, the two of them took the plunge together. With exquisite timing, Kirsten's orgasm began just as Michael's did. Kirsten shrieked as her vaginal walls spasmed around Michael's cock, her orgasm rippling through her body like a tidal wave. Michael's orgasm was more like a volcanic eruption; one incredible, mind shattering burst of pleasure and cum, followed by smaller and smaller aftershocks. 

After catching his breath, Michael began to withdraw himself from Kirsten. "No," she said quietly. She pushed him by his shoulder onto his back and pressed her body close to his, his soft cock still inside her. Kirsten lovingly kissed him one more time before she laid her head down on his chest and shut her eyes. Michael closed his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He pulled the blankets over their sweaty, tired bodies and fell asleep. 

11:25 am. Friday, May 30. Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

John knocked gently on the door to the den. He waited patiently for a response but none was forthcoming. "Sir?" said John as he pushed the door open a crack. Joseph's head was flat on the desk.

"Urgh?" responded Joseph.

"It's here," said John.

"What is?" asked Joseph.

"IT, sir," said John.

Joseph looked up, his eyes wide. "Really? It's finally here?!" John nodded. "Oh yes!" said Joseph as he leapt out of his chair and ran past John. In the foyer he saw a box that stood about four feet tall. "Amazon.com" was written on the side. He ripped the top open and began pulling out handfuls of Styrofoam peanuts. John entered the foyer and handed Joseph a box cutter. Soon, Joseph's purchase stood on the marble tile floor.

Joseph wasted no time in assembling his brand new Segway Human Transporter. John picked up a set of instructions encased in plastic. "Shouldn't you read these first sir?" asked John.

"I'm an engineer, John, I could've built this thing. I don't need instructions," said Joseph as he snapped the handle bar into place. "There, all done. Now I just need to charge it." He found the electrical cord and pulled the Segway over to the wall. He plugged it in and a message appeared on the backlit LCD telling him that charging would be complete within eight hours. He laughed with glee.

"John, the absolute second that this is finished charging, come and get me, okay?" said Joseph.

"Of course, sir." Joseph turned around to walk away. "Sir? I was not sure if you heard me yesterday about your son?"

"What about him?"

"I did find him. He's still in Los Angeles and he's okay."

"He should be with all that cash I gave him. He sure knew the perfect time to hit me up for some money," said Joseph as he began walking up the stairs. "I can't wait to show off the Segway to my friends. They're going to be so jealous."

"Sir? Do you still want me to keep Michael's location a secret from madam?" said John, his voice echoing slightly.

"Yeah, let her find him on her own, if she's even trying," replied Joseph just before entering a bathroom. John sighed he began cleaning up the mess Joseph had left behind.

***

Dunst household. Los Angeles, California.

 

 The absence of Kirsten's warm body slowly brought Michael out of his slumber. That, and the muffled sound of Avril Lavigne. He yawned and sat up, shaking the sleep out of his eyes. Michael slipped out of Kirsten's bed and pulled on the boxers he was wearing the night before. After going to the bathroom, Michael walked down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen.

Kirsten was at the stove shaking her hips and struggling to flip a pancake. Michael leaned against the wall and watched her with a smile on his face. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that just barely covered up her bottom and grooving to the music coming out of a small clock radio. Her tousled hair completed one of the sexiest images Michael had ever seen. He looked around the roomy kitchen.Broken egg shells and white powder littered the counter top. 

"Need any help?" asked Michael.

She turned her head and smiled. "No thanks. I can handle pancakes." The black pancake sitting on the counter suggested otherwise.

"Here, let me give you a few tips," said Michael as he walked up behind Kirsten. He reached around her and guided her hands. "First, you pour the batter right in the center of the pan so the pancake stays nice and round," said Michael as he poured the pale yellow liquid onto the pan. "You have the right kind of pan, but if the batter keeps sticking, just use a little Pam. After a minute or so you'll see a pretty even distribution of holes on the pancake. That's when you flip it." Michael took hold of the pan and deftly flipped the pancake.

"That was impressive. You're quite an expert on pancakes," said Kirsten.

Michael took the pancake out of the pan with a spatula and put in on a plate. "Why do you think I couldn't catch you last night? Here, you try." Kirsten carefully poured the batter into the center of the pan, forming a thick round pancake.

"How did you learn to flip pancakes like that?" asked Kirsten while they waited for bubbles to form. "Your mom?"

"No, actually it was a um, friend of my parent's, a woman named Rosa. I liked cooking when I was a kid."

"Really?" said Kirsten knowingly.

Michael deepened his voice. "I played with Tonka trucks and GI Joes too!"

"That's nice, you played with those little army dolls?"

"They're not dolls," said Michael deliberately. "They're action, figures."

"That's so cute you played with dolls. I did too." Before Michael could reply. Kirsten looked at the pancake and said, "Is it ready yet?"

Michael sighed exaggeratedly. "Yeah, looks like it. You probably wanna use the spatula to flip it."

"I wanna try flipping it with the pan."

"Um, okay, but I just wanna let you know that it took me dozens of pancakes before I got the hang of it," said Michael. Kirsten shook the pan a little to loosen up the pancake then she flicked the pan hard, sending the pancake flying straight towards her face. She gasped and moved her head to the side. Michael's reflexes were unfortunately not as quick.

Kirsten turned around and started laughing hysterically. Michael put his hands on his hips, his face completely covered by a golden brown pancake. Still quaking with laughter Kirsten reached towards the pancake and pulled it off. Michael stared up at the ceiling as the batter dripped off of his face.




The Big Time Pt. 04



"Sorry, Mike. Guess I should have taken your advice," giggled Kirsten.

Michael started laughing too. "Yeah, next time I'll cook breakfast." He went to the sink to wash his face while Kirsten finished cooking the pancakes, using the spatula to flip them. Michael found some syrup in the refrigerator and they ate breakfast together on the kitchen counter.

"So what are you doing today?" asked Michael.

"Going shopping with a couple friends. You?"

"Not sure, I guess I should talk to Simon about what I have to do regarding the movie. I suppose I should call home too, let them know the good news."

"Okay, once you find out what's going on let me know. If you can I'd like you to come with me and meet my friends," said Kirsten as she picked up the empty plates and put them into the sink.

Michael raised his eyebrows. Shopping? His mind quickly raced through his usual list of excuses when faced with a situation like this; class, homework, hanging out with friends, sick, tired, or just plain busy. Unfortunately, none of them were applicable, he was stuck. "Okay!" he replied with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm.

She looked at him with an odd expression on her face. "Good," she said. Kirsten bent over and opened the cabinet under the sink to get the dishwashing liquid. Michael watched carefully as her loose t-shirt rode up her shapely hips, exposing her perfect ass. Michael got up and went over to her. He lightly touched her ass with both of his hands. 

"You look so sexy," said Michael.

"Even when I look like this?" said Kirsten as she straightened up and put the plastic bottle of soap on the counter.

"Look like what?" asked Michael.

"Like this," said Kirsten as she turned around and faced him. "No makeup, a ratty old t-shirt, my hair a big mess."

"Of course. Kirsten, it's really not possible for you to not look beautiful. You know how gorgeous you are, don't you?" She smiled slightly and turned around. "It's a given, it doesn't need to be said."

"Does that mean you're going to stop saying it?" asked Kirsten.

"Only if you want me to," said Michael, knowing full well what kind of ravenous beasts women were for compliments. He put one hand on her ass as the other reached around towards her pussy. Michael gently ran his fingers around her soft folds, eliciting a soft sigh from Kirsten.

"I think I want you to do something other than talk," said Kirsten, looking at Michael from the corner of her eye.

"Whatever you say," said Michael huskily. Kirsten turned around and pulled her shirt off. Michael kissed her hard before kissing his way down her neck to her chest. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and traced a circle on her areole before taking her nipple between his lips and sucking on it gently. She moaned as he moved onto her other nipple and began flicking it with his tongue.

They turned back towards the counter and Michael went down to one knee. He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, exposing her puckered hole. He pushed her lower back forward and dragged his tongue from her exposed pussy up towards her asshole. Michael rimmed her asshole slowly. Kirsten groaned and grabbed the bottle of pancake syrup. She held it back for him.

"Well this is new," said Michael as he flipped the top open. He dripped the syrup onto her brown eye, drawing a yelp from Kirsten.

"Jeez that's cold," said Kirsten. Michael spread her cheeks and stuck his tongue inside her ass, spreading the thick syrup around. "Ooooooh, that's a little bit warmer."

Michael pulled his cock out and started jacking it, bringing himself to full hardness in just a few moments. He thoroughly cleaned up all the syrup before he added a few more dollops. Michael worked a finger up her ass and wiggled it around, trying to loosen her up a little before he really got down to business. Her ass was vice like around his finger. Kirsten groaned as she tried to relax her anal muscles while Michael continued to lick up the sweet syrup.

Michael stood back up, his finger still fucking her ass. "Are you ready Kirsten?" he whispered.

"Oh god I'm ready, Mike. I'm ready," moaned Kirsten.

He pulled his finger out and positioned his cock at the entrance to her ass. He rubbed the head of his cock around the rim of her asshole, making it slick with his saliva and leftover pancake syrup. Kirsten pulled the cheeks of her ass apart so Michael could focus on making the actual process of fucking as comfortable as possible for her. Michael pushed forward slowly until the tip of his cock was engulfed in her anus. 

Kirsten's eyes were closed and her mouth open, but no words were coming out. Michael continued his intrusion, much to Kirsten's delight even if her face didn't show it. She furrowed her brow as she worked through the pain, eagerly anticipating the pleasure. Michael groaned as he finally penetrated her tight ass to the hilt.

Michael didn't think it was possible, but her ass was even tighter and hotter than her pussy. He took a firm grasp of her hips and began to withdraw his cock. Then he thrust back a little harder than he did before. He slowly increased his pace until each hard thrust drew a pleasurable gasp from Kirsten's gaping mouth. Her breasts and ass jiggled with every stroke as a light sheen of sweat appeared on her back. Michael began rubbing her clitoris, attacking the pleasure centers of her brain from two fronts. Kirsten's orgasm was not far off.

"Oh god," whispered Kirsten almost inaudibly as the pleasure burst forth into an orgasm. Her body twitched and she drew hard, sharp gasps. Michael continued his steady pace as Kirsten hung her head, the orgasm temporarily draining her of energy. Michael's rod soon rejuvenated her and she began pushing back and squeezing his cock with her anal muscles. "Wanna give me a little post breakfast snack?" moaned Kirsten.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, OH GOD!" shouted Michael. He pulled out and Kirsten immediately dropped to her knees. She grasped his cock and jacked it fast and hard as his cum shot out of his cock like a rocket into her waiting mouth. Lesser and lesser spurts splattered her cheeks and nose until Michael felt as if he were completely drained. He took a deep breath and looked down at Kirsten, who looked right back at him sexily. Her pretty cum splattered face was almost enough to get him hard again. She licked his cum off of her lips and then gathered the rest with her fingers and sucked it down.

"Now THAT is a way to start the day off," said Kirsten. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?" Michael made his decision in a micro second. 

"Just try and outrun me this time!" said Michael they ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs, laughing and giggling.

11:45 am. Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

 

 Sharon was in the exercise room in the basement of the mansion. It was fully stocked with every machine and free weight anyone could ever need. There was a punching bag in the corner and a small refrigerator stocked with water and sports drinks. Right now, Sharon was running on a treadmill doing eight miles an hour.

"Call me fat? Call ME fat you son of a bitch!?" said Sharon through gritted teeth as the sweat dripped down her face. She upped the speed by two miles per hour. "I was the best you ever fucking had you bastard!" Soon she just could not keep up the pace anymore and she slammed her fist on the stop button, gasping for air.

She stepped off the machine, walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. While chugging it down, she racked her brain for some sort of revenge against Joseph. Then she remembered Joseph's new toy. She smiled to herself as she tossed the empty bottle into the garbage can and headed upstairs.

Sharon spied the Segway sitting in the foyer, charging peacefully. She quickly walked to the den to check on Joseph but he wasn't there. She furrowed her brow and went to the garage where there was a set of tools. Sharon dug around until she found a screwdriver and a hammer. After pulling on a pair of work gloves she went back to the foyer and looked around cautiously. 

"This shouldn't take long," said Sharon to herself as she laid the Segway on its side and began unscrewing the first screw she saw.

"Ahem."

Sharon sighed. "Yes John?"

"I don't think your husband would appreciate that," said John, watching from the hallway.

"I don't think YOU will appreciate a pay cut if you say anything. Find something else to do other than gawking at me," said Sharon, annoyed.

John nodded and turned around. He immediately walked up the side stairs and entered the master bedroom, where Joseph was sprawled on the covers. "Sir, perhaps you would be more comfortable in your den?"

"Why's that?" asked Joseph.

"Madam will be through here any moment to showe-"

"You're right. I'll go." Joseph dragged himself off the bed and left the room. He headed towards the central stairs to get down to the den. His footsteps startled Sharon and she dropped the screwdriver on the floor. "Hey! What are you doing?!" yelled Joseph from the balcony.

Sharon picked up her two tools. "Just cleaning up." She headed off quickly towards the garage.

Joseph jogged down the steps and examined his Segway. There were a couple of scratches near the screw holes, but it was none the worse for wear. "What the hell was she trying to do?"

11:12 am. Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel. Los Angeles, California.

 

 Michael opened the door to his room, still wearing the Armani suit he was wearing the night before. Kirsten however, was wearing a pair of khaki short shorts and a yellow designer t-shirt. He went into the bedroom to change while Kirsten flipped through the complimentary newspaper. She was reading the front page when Michael came back out wearing a polo shirt and shorts.

He disconnected his cell phone from the charger and noticed that there were two voice mails waiting for him. Michael pressed a button and held the phone up to his ear.

"Michael, this is Simon. Give me a call when you get this."

*beep*

"Hey Mike, Rachael here. I finally got settled in Australia. Ugh was that flight boring. I'm glad it's a nice hotel, I'm going to be here for a loooooong time. Hope things are going well for you. Gimme a call when you can. The number is 555-8754. Oh, don't forget you have to do all the international dialing stuff too when you call. Gotta go, bye!"

Michael opened up the phone number directory and noticed that Simon had already put in his name and relevant phone numbers. Michael dialed the office number.

"Good morning, Shooting Stars," greeted a male voice.

"Hello. I'm returning a call from Simon Daniels. My name is Michael Torbin," said Michael.

"One moment please," said the receptionist. "I'm transferring you."

There was a click. "This is Simon Daniels," said Simon.

"Simon, hi, this is Mike."

"Oh hey Mike, thanks for getting back to me so fast. I wanted to let you know that you and I have a very important meeting Monday morning at nine. We haven't crafted your image yet, so just show up at Shooting Stars in a business suit around 8:30."

"My image?" asked Michael.

"Yeah, we have a whole team of people here to make sure that your career runs smoothly, that includes publicists. We'll be meeting a lot with them next week. Don't worry about it, it'll be painless I promise," assured Simon. "That's about it, you don't have any obligations, from us, at least, until Monday. Enjoy your weekend." Simon hung up.

"Um, yeah, you too," said Michael as he flipped the mouth piece back onto the phone.

"So?" asked Kirsten expectantly as she folded the newspaper.

"I'm all yours today," said Michael.

"Great! I'll call up Elisha and let her know you're coming along." Kirsten took her cell phone out of her purse and dialed a number. "Turns out my boyfriend is coming along," she said. Michael sat down and fiddled with his phone. "I know it was just supposed to be the three of us but-" Michael took the stylus out. "Look, you'll like him, he's really a great guy." Michael tapped a picture of a camera on the touchscreen of the phone. "If you're going to get so worked up about it maybe we should drive separately." His shoe suddenly appeared on the screen, and he panned around the room with the built in camera. "Fine, not separately. Look, just come pick us up at the Hilton. I promise we'll have fun." Kirsten's annoyed profile appeared on the touchscreen. "See you in a little while. Bye." Kirsten stuck her tongue out and made a face at her phone as Michael snapped a picture.

He turned his phone around and showed the picture to Kirsten. "I think this one is going to be your avatar."

She smirked at the picture. "Avatar?"

"I found an option where you can assign a picture to an entry in the phonebook so that picture comes up whenever that person calls," said Michael as he played around with his phone some more.

"Let me see that picture again?" asked Kirsten. Michael handed the phone to her. "Oh no, we're taking a better one than that."

"I think it's cute."

"Come on, let me give you a better pose," prodded Kirsten.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna keep that one," said Michael.

"I'm not giving you your phone back until you agree to change the picture," said Kirsten. Michael made a grab for it but Kirsten darted her hand away. "New picture, you get your phone back."

Michael advanced towards her, but Kirsten matched him step for step until her back was against the wall. "My phone, Kirsten," requested Michael in mock seriousness as he leaned in until their noses were almost touching. Without warning Kirsten closed her eyes and kissed him. "What was that for?" asked Michael after the kiss.

Kirsten brought her arm back down and looked at the touchscreen. "I think that his makes a much better photo, don't you?" She put the phone back in his hand. Kirsten had gotten a perfect shot of the kiss from a sharp angle.

"Okay, fine, that is a better picture. What time are we going?" asked Michael.

"Whenever Elisha and Mila get here. They'll call," said Kirsten.

"I don't suppose I would know them from anywhere?"

"You might if you watch a lot of television. Or I guess the Fox network at least."

"Which show?" inquired Michael as he put the phone down.

"Two actually, Elisha is on 24 and Mila is on That 70's Show," answered Kirsten.

"Wait a second. You're telling me I'm about to hang around with Mila Kunis and Elisha Cuthbert all day?"

"And me," said Kirsten with a huff.

"Aw, I'm sorry Kirsten, I love being around you but I'm still not used to this Hollywood thing yet. Meeting celebrities still makes my head spin," apologized Michael.

"Especially if they were on the cover of Maxim, right?"

"You were on the cover of Maxim," stated Michael.

Kirsten sighed. "God, has every guy seen that damn thing?"

"Well, no actually. That was just a lucky guess to head you off at the pass." Kirsten glared at him. "Come on, just think of me as being some wide-eyed, star-struck country boy who is entirely out of his element in Los Angeles."

"Fine. But don't even think of putting a move on those two," said Kirsten as she walked towards the bathroom. "They're mine," said Kirsten just before she shut the door.

"Huh? What did you say?" He sighed. "Can anyone tell me why women like to say things just as they're walking out the door?"

"I have no idea," said Kirsten from the bathroom.

Michael sat back down at the table and picked up his phone. He suddenly remembered Rachael's note and the number she left him. After programming it into his electronic phonebook, Michael gave Katie a call. After five rings she picked up.

"Hello?" answered Katie.

"Hey Katie. This is Mike. How are you?"

"Hi Mike! I'm fine, how are you?"

"Good. So what's going on? Am I interrupting anything?"

"No, not really. I'm just kinda lazing around reading scripts. It's a lot cheaper than GOING to the movies."

Michael smiled. "That's the funniest anecdote I've ever heard! Now you tell one!" 

Katie laughed. "So what's going on with you Mike? After last night I realized that you and I didn't really spend that much time talking."

"Heh, yeah I noticed that too," said Michael. He heard the toilet flush and the faucet turn on in the bathroom. "But, um, to tell you the truth, I much prefer face to face conversations, like, say, over some pasta and a glass of wine?"

"That sounds good," said Katie. "Did you have any particulars in mind?"

"I was kinda hoping that you could handle that part, I don't live in LA so I don't really know any good places to go. But I am going to be sticking around for the next few days, so whenever you're free I'll make sure I'm free too."

"Okay. I don't really have a busy schedule Mike as you know, so how's tomorrow night sound?"

"Great. So, um, let's say seven?"

"Sure, I'll pick you up at seven."

"Okay then. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good rest of the day," said Michael.

"You too."

Michael flipped his phone closed and stuck it in his pocket. Kirsten opened the bathroom door and walked over to the table. She picked up the remote control and turned the television on. "Ooh, Oprah." Michael looked up at the screen and sighed.

11:48 am.

Mila and Elisha were standing in the lobby of the hotel when Michael and Kirsten walked out of the elevator. Michael almost tripped over a step when he laid eyes on Kirsten's friends. Elisha was wearing shorts and a tight white t-shirt that showed off an athletic midriff. She was obviously braless. Mila had on a dark pair of faded jeans and shirt with a black and white picture of a man's face on it. Elisha looked a little annoyed when she saw Michael side by side with Kirsten but Mila was smiling politely.

"Elisha! Mila! Hi!" said Kirsten. Michael stood back as the three of them exchanged hugs. "How have you guys been?"

"Good, how about you?" said Mila.

"Fine. Things have been good," said Kirsten. She looked back at Michael. "Mike, get over here, I wanna introduce you." Michael stepped up to the plate. "Elisha, Mila, this is Mike Torbin. Mike, this is Elisha Cuthbert and Mila Kunis."

Michael extended his hand and cleared his throat. "Hello."

Mila shook his hand. "Hi, pleased to meet you."

Elisha was less forthcoming. Michael's hand lingered in the air uncomfortably. Kirsten gave Elisha a look. "Hi," said Elisha as she gave Michael's hand a quick shake. "Come on, let's go." She turned around and began walking out with Mila following.

"Sorry," whispered Kirsten to Michael. She took his hand and they left the lobby. They followed Elisha to her car, a shiny white Grand Cherokee Laredo. The bright Californian sun seemed to shine its beams of light in a just perfect manner to illuminate Elisha's pretty, round face. She would look beautiful anywhere, but outdoors and under the sun is where she belonged. Mila did not look as comfortable under the sun, but she was still a head turner. Elisha and Mila got into the front with Michael and Kirsten in back. "So where are going for lunch?" asked Kirsten.

"That café on Wilshire," said Mila.

"Ugh, the food stinks at that place," said Kirsten. "Let's go to that place in Two Rodeo center."

"Oh it's not that bad," said Mila. "Besides, less time spent eating means more time for the important stuff, like trying on clothes and shoes."

Michael leaned in close to Kirsten. "We're going to Rodeo Drive?" he asked.

"Yeah, and it's pronounced Ro-day-oh drive," answered Kirsten.

"As in the most expensive shopping area in the world?"

"Yeah. Never been?" asked Mila.

Michael looked forward. "Nope."

"This is Michael's first time in California," said Kirsten.

"Oh really? Where are you from?" asked Mila.

"Maryland."

"So Mike, what made you decide you wanted to tag along?" asked Elisha.




The Big Time Pt. 05



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Chapter 5: The Relief

7:27 pm. Friday, May 30. Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel. Los Angeles, California.

 Michael had been sitting in shock for the last two hours. He was stuck to his seat, in the same position he was in when Kirsten had walked out and left her ultimatum hanging in the air. "Tomorrow or never" she had said. Michael's brain was still trying to work through what had just happened to him. The first thought that had come to his mind was just how ridiculously stupid it was to tell Kirsten even a portion of the truth.

How could he possibly have thought that things would be all right if he told her the truth? That she would actually accept it? Even if she had gone around sleeping with as many men as Michael had slept with women, she still would have reacted the same way. If he had lied as many lies as needed to prevent Kirsten from learning the truth, she would have found out eventually, probably from Elisha or Eliza.

Finding out from one of her friends would have been an absolute disaster. Michael took small consolation in the fact that Elisha was not going to be the one that broke them up. He laughed to himself ruefully. Yeah, I'm glad that I'm the one responsible for this, he thought. He supposed common sense should have told him to keep his hands off of anyone but Kirsten. Where the hell was common sense when I needed it? he thought. 

Any idiot would know that common sense had gone out the window at the same time his pants hit the floor. Michael leaned his head back and rubbed his neck. He was tired of thinking about what he had done. Michael picked up the television remote control and turned the set on. As usual, there was a whole lot of crap being broadcast on every channel. An Oprah commercial started playing. He suddenly found himself getting choked up.

"Jesus Christ!" Michael started wiping his eyes. "This is a first. This is fucking weird." He was trying to talk away the pain he was feeling, the fear that the closest he was ever going to get to Kirsten again was the glass of a television screen or the ink of a magazine. "Fucking Oprah."

After turning the television off he put the remote onto the table and walked over to the minibar. He opened it up and started pulling all the little bottles of alcohol out and tossing them onto the bed. If Michael was going to sit around kicking himself all night, he may as well dull the pain a little bit. Michael twisted open the bottle of scotch, held it to his lips and downed it.

He shook his head from side to side as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. Michael tossed the bottle over his shoulder and picked up the next one. Two minutes later there were seven empty bottles on the carpet next to the bed. On top of the bed was Michael, lying down and staring at the ceiling. 

After a few minutes he sat up. "Nope. Not enough." Michael got out of the bed and went to his bag. He fished out a fifty dollar bill and slipped it in his wallet. Then he headed down to the lobby and walked up to the information desk. "Any liquor stores around here?"

The elderly clerk looked up. "Yeah." He pulled a small map out of a slot and laid it on the counter. "There's a place right nearby, maybe a ten minute walk. It's right here." The clerk marked it on the map with a pen and gave Michael detailed directions.

"Great," said Michael as he took the map and began walking away.

"You sure a liquor store is what you need right now son?"

Michael stopped and turned around. "What's it to you?"

The clerk cocked his head a bit as he scrutinized Michael. "I've seen that look before."

"What look? I don't have a look."

"Trust me son, I know what I'm talking about."

"Shouldn't you be wondering whether I'm even old enough to drink?"

"I'm wondering what happened between you and your girl."

Michael looked at him in surprise. He walked back up to the counter. "Have you been spying on me? Huh?! Listening at my fucking door?!" he asked angrily.

The old man laughed. "Spying? Listening at your door? Son, I have trouble listening to the radio. But my eyes are still sharp as a tack, and they see something in you they saw in a mirror a long time ago." The clerk waved a woman away from the desk. "I'll tell you right now that whatever relief you think you're going to get is fool's gold."

"Yeah well, I'll be so plastered it won't matter if it's real or not. Thanks for the map." Michael turned and walked away. The old man watched him leave as he pulled a map out for the next patron.

The directions were impeccable; Michael got to the store in almost exactly ten minutes. The bell attached to the door rang as he walked in. He took a quick look around and grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff's.

"ID?" asked the cashier. Michael handed her his driver's license and the cash. "Okay then." She handed the ID back and rung up the purchase. "Have a nice night."

Michael took the bag. "I will now." He almost jogged back to the hotel. As he was walking through the lobby the information clerk again watched him go by, more specifically he watched the brown paper bag in Michael's hand go by. He shook his head in pity.

Michael entered his room and put the bottle on the table. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a plastic cup. After unscrewing the cap and tossing it onto the table he poured himself a double of vodka. He looked out over the Los Angeles skyline. "Cheers."

12:17 am. Saturday, May 31. Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

Joseph was still speeding around the mansion on his Segway, knocking side tables and lamps over like a rambunctious two year old. He had already covered the entire first floor of the mansion; every hallway and every room had provided a new obstacle course for him to conquer. The Segway, however, had rendered them all child's play. He rode back into the foyer of the house and stepped off his machine.

Since it was already dark outside, Joseph could not cruise around his lawns. So he looked for the next natural place to ride in; namely, the second floor of his house. He switched the Segway off and pocketed the key. Despite the lavishness of the home, there was no elevator and the eighty three pound wonder could not climb stairs.

Joseph dragged the machine over to the stairs and struggled to lift it up. Realizing just how out of shape he was, he resorted to dragging it up the stairs step by bumpy step. By the time he reached the top, his face was red with exertion and sweat. He leaned against the railing to catch his breath. After a few seconds he leaned down to inspect the Segway to make sure nothing was broken. While he was down there, Sharon popped her head out of the bedroom door.

"Ohhhh no! You are NOT riding that thing around up here!"

"Jesus Sharon. I can ride my Segway wherever I want to," said Joseph. He turned and looked at her. She was wearing a red silk robe.

"No you can't. You've already nicked three tables AND left scuff marks all over the wood floors! I'm not going to let you mess this house up the same way you've messed everything ELSE up in your life!" shouted Sharon.

"Please be more melodramatic. I think it'll really help."

"Shut up Joe, I'm not being dramatic!"

"That's right. You're being MELO-dramatic. As in exaggeratedly emotional or sentimental; histrionic? Understand?" said Joseph condescendingly.

Sharon narrowed her eyes. "I know what it means. Do you know what castration means? Because that's what's going to happen if you ride that stupid little machine around the second floor of my house."

"Grow up Sharon. Why don't you call me fatty fatty fat fat while you're at it? I mean Jesus you're FORTY FIVE years old." Joseph put his key back into the Segway and twisted it. 

Sharon stepped in front of the Segway defiantly. "YOU are NOT riding this up here," she said through gritted teeth.

Joseph leaned back and rolled away from her with a smug smile on his face. "What was that? I didn't hear you." He spun around and sped off down the hall.

"Goddamn you Joe." She turned and went back into her bedroom quietly.

9:15 am. Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel. Los Angeles, California.

The phone in Michael's room began ringing loudly and he woke with a start. He wiped the drool off of his cheek and looked at the clock on the side table. His head was throbbing with pain and he groaned. Michael rolled off the bed. "Ow!" grunted Michael as he stepped on an empty bottle and rolled his ankle. He limped out of the bedroom, squinting his eyes to the impossibly bright sunlight flooding the room. Nothing quite like a good hangover.

The phone continued ringing loudly. Michael answered it. "Hello?" said a female voice.

"Kirsten?" said Michael expectantly.

"Do I sound like a blue eyed blonde bimbette?"

"Uh."

"NO, I don't!"

Michael thought for a moment. "Rose?"

"You deserve a prize."

"It's nine in the morning on a Saturday, you're awake?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Haven't slept yet."

"Right. I should have thought of that," said Michael as he closed the curtains. "So what's going on?"

"Nothing actually, that's why I'm calling. I'm in your part of town and I was wondering if I could crash at your place."

Michael scrunched his eyes closed. This is exactly what got him into trouble in the first place. But he was not going to leave a friend hanging. "Sure, no problem."

"Great. Knock knock." Michael looked up suddenly as someone banged on his door.

Michael put the phone done and peered through the peephole. Rose was standing there; hand on hip holding a small purse and tapping her foot impatiently. She was wearing a baby doll t-shirt that was two sizes too small for her and hot pink short shorts. Michael could not help staring at her. She banged on the door again, rattling Michael's nose. He opened it.

"Hi," said Michael as he stepped to the side and Rose strode into the room.

"What took you so long to open the door?"

"Um, sorry," said Michael.

"You better be," said Rose as she turned around and looked at Michael. "You look hung over."

"How astute, Rose," said Michael, slightly annoyed. "The maid hasn't come by yet, so the bed is still kind of a mess."

"Whatever." Rose walked into the bedroom. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who had fun last night." She picked up the empty bottle of vodka. "You like vodka? Yuck." 

"The room's all yours," said Michael as he walked into the room and began picking up the empty bottles.

Rose sat down on the bed and leaned back, supporting herself on her hands. "You know what's great for a hangover?"

The tone in her voice was unmistakable. Michael stood up with an armful of bottles, his back to Rose. "What?" he asked cautiously. He heard a zipper coming undone.

"A long, hot shower," said Rose.

"Oh yeah, after a long night of partying who wouldn't want to take a shower? There's plenty of fresh towels and stuff," said Michael quickly. "Feel free to use the bathroom." He walked out of the bedroom as fast as he could, dropping bottles all the way.

"You know, I meant for you," called out Rose. She appeared in the doorframe, the zipper on the side of her shorts undone. "Although I am feeling a little bit…dirty. Want to scrub my back?"

Michael took a deep breath. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but, uh, I don't think I'd be much good for…that kind of thing right now."

"What kind of thing? Making sure my body gets all nice and clean?" Rose sauntered forward. "No hangover is that bad Mike." Her hands reached around his waist and moved dangerously close to his manhood.

Michael gasped and jumped forward out of her grasp, dropping the bottles to the floor. "Rose really I'm sorry, but I can't."

She looked at him disbelievingly. "You're joking right?"

Michael looked down at the floor and scratched his head. "Yeah, uh, I don't imagine that this has ever happened to you before." 

"You're damn right this has never happened to me before!" Rose put her hands on her hips. "Are you gay?"

"No, I'm not gay. I think you know that. This isn't because of you, believe me. Things have just gotten a little rough." Michael hoped she wouldn't pry any further into his affairs. But that wild red hair was quickly sapping his resistance.

"Nothing is better for the blues than-"

"Aspirin. That is a great idea. I think I'll go get some," interrupted Michael.

Rose narrowed her eyes. "Hmph." She walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Michael sighed and began picking up the bottles again. "I just turned down Rose McGowan. I must be fucking crazy." After tossing the bottles into the trash he left the room and went down to the lobby.

"Hey!" said the clerk just as Michael was heading out the front door.

Michael stopped and looked at the old man. "What do you want?"

The clerk tossed Michael a bottle of Advil. "Figured you might need that."

He stepped back from the front door and let it close. "I can afford my own headache medicine." Michael looked down at the clerk's nametag. "Mr. Soen."

"I imagine that the sun is making your eyes burn and your head pound right now. You'd be better off not going outside," said Mr. Soen.

"I'm not about to take drugs from someone I don't even know." Michael tossed the bottle back to Mr. Soen. "You don't have to tell me where the pharmacy is, I saw it when I went out last night." With that, Michael turned and walked out the door.

***

Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

"You're making me dizzy Joe."

"Lunch ready yet Rosa?" asked Joseph.

"It would be if you would stop riding circles around me in that crazy contraption," said Rosa as Joe rode around the kitchen in his Segway, hugging the walls. She switched the stove off and drained the ravioli she was cooking. Rosa took a small bowl out of the cupboard and plopped the pasta into it. "Do you wanna put your own sauce?"

"Ooh, yeah!" Joseph sped up to her and grabbed the bowl. While standing on the Segway he ladled the marinara sauce onto the ravioli. He leaned forward a bit and the Segway moved from under him and he spilled the sauce all over the counter. "Oops," he said sheepishly.

Rosa pulled some paper towel out of the dispenser. "Even my KIDS could do that without making a mess. Shoo. Go eat."

Joseph rode over to the kitchen table and stepped off the Segway. "You make the best ravioli in the world Rosa," said Joseph as he chewed a chunk of the fresh pasta.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," scolded Rosa as she dried her hands.

"Sorry," said Joseph, still chewing.

Rosa rolled her eyes. "Where is that wife of yours? Her food is getting cold."

"I don't know. I don't think her palette can truly appreciate the particulars of this delicacy."

"Oh I believe her palette is quite a bit more refined than yours, Mr. Blue Ribbon Beer and Chef Boyardee." Joseph put his fork down. Rosa looked over at him. "Oh Joe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Nah, it's nothing," said Joseph, staring at his food.

Rosa threw the dishtowel over her shoulder. "I'm sure you can find some other job where you can eat canned spaghetti during those late nights."

"Yeah maybe." Joseph put his elbow on the table and held his chin up with the heel of his hand. "As good as this is, Rosa, I really think I could go for some cold spaghetti and meatballs."

"Last time I checked we didn't have that stuff anymore. I could go out and get some for you," offered Rosa.

"No no, I'll get it. It'll give me a chance to ride my Segway around outside. Thanks for lunch," said Joseph. He left the room on his machine.

Rosa went to the table and picked up the still steaming bowl of ravioli. She picked out the half eaten chunk and threw it away just as Sharon entered the kitchen. "Afternoon Rosa. Ah, you already have everything prepared?" Sharon picked up Joseph's bowl of pasta.

"Of course, madam. I was just about to tell you that lunch was ready," said Rosa.

Sharon nodded as she left the kitchen. 

9:35 am. Hilton Hotel. Los Angeles, California.

 When Michael returned to the hotel Mr. Soen was busy helping a touristy looking family. He quickly walked by to avoid anymore intrusions into his business by the clerk. After the elevator ride Michael entered his room and filled a plastic cup with water. He downed four Tylenols before flopping back into the sofa chair and closing his eyes.

He counted the spikes of pain in his head as he sat there. The number was disturbingly high by the time the painkillers started to kick in. Michael coughed. Now his head felt numb instead of painful. This was not a step up. He looked over at the bathroom. "A shower would be nice right now."

Michael walked over to the bedroom door and opened it a crack. He peered through the small opening and looked at the bed. Rose was sprawled on top of the sheets completely nude, breathing softly. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor. Once again he regretted his decision to turn her down. Michael quietly pushed the door open further and snuck inside. He went over to the closet and grabbed some clothes from his duffel bag. Then he tried leaving the room but Rose's body just begged to be admired. One arm was at her side and the other was draped across her trim stomach. Her large, round breasts shifted ever so slightly with each breath she took.

He stared for a few seconds until she shifted onto her side, shaking him out of his stupor. Michael left the room and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and hopped inside. The room steamed up as Michael quickly went through his usual routine. Once he was done with the actual process of getting clean, he leaned against the ceramic tiles of the wall and relaxed. 

The sound of the shower drowned out the slight creak of the bathroom door opening and closing. Even the metallic slide of the shower rings went unheard by Michael's ears. 

"Hey Miiiiike," said Rose.

Michael slipped and landed flat on his ass in the tub. "Rose! Jesus you scared the shit outta me! I thought you were asleep."

"Woke up," said Rose. She stepped into the tub.

"Wha-, what are you doing?" asked Michael, looking up at Rose. She leaned her head back and let the water soak her hair. Then she turned around and let the hot water spray her body, her ass swaying sexily. Michael sat unmoving, watching her pale skin gain a reddish hue from the water. Rose faced him again.

She ran her hand through her hair and pulled it to the back of her head. A drop of water trickled down her nose and around her lips. It slid down her neck between her perfectly rounded breasts to her trimmed bush. "Uh, I guess I'm done with the shower, you can use it," he said dumbly. Even through the haze of his retreating hangover his cock was still very functional and had no interest in leaving a shower with a dripping wet Rose in it.

"See? I told you a hot shower would feel good." Rose picked up a bar of soap. "Now you're not leaving until every inch of my body is sparkling clean."

Michael swallowed hard. If he tried to leave the shower, he did not think that Rose would physically bar him from doing that. The question was whether he actually wanted to do that. He pulled himself to his feet. "Rose, I'll level with you. Remember the last time you were here?"

Rose began rubbing the soap between her palms, building up a lather. "Yeah."

Michael watched her hands slide back and forth. "Remember the call with Kirsten Dunst? Yeah well, um, I'm sort of involved with her. No, not sort of, I am. Well, maybe not, depends on what happens today. But it's just-"




The Big Time Pt. 05



"You're babbling." Rose stepped nose to nose with Michael. Her soapy hands gently caressed his semi-erect member. Michael started taking deeper breaths. "You're involved with me now, right?"

"Rose," whispered Michael. His resistance was nil. "Uh."

"Right?" Rose began tugging on Michael's now fully erect cock. She didn't wait for an answer as she kissed him and snaked her tongue inside his mouth. After giving his cock one more pleasurable squeeze, Rose slipped the bar of soap into Michael's hand and turned around. "Get to it."

At least this isn't cheating, thought Michael. Well, technically this isn't cheating. Rose reached up and turned the shower head away from her body. He lathered up his hands and rubbed her shoulders and then her arms. Michael lathered up again and reached around to her breasts. He kissed her neck as he squeezed and massaged her tits. He thoroughly soaped up her upper body before moving down her hips.

Rose let out a slight moan as Michael's hands drifted down her leg and around her calf. He squeezed and soaped each of her legs up and down, getting teasingly close to her mound. Michael stood back up and rubbed the lips of her pussy with his fingers. The tip of his cock brushed slightly against her ass. He turned the shower head back and rinsed the suds off of her pale skin.

Kirsten's face popped back into his head again. "How's that?" asked Michael, hoping that maybe Rose would let him off the hook.

"That was okay, I guess," said Rose with a roll of her eyes. "But I think you may have missed a nook or cranny somewhere."

Michael licked his lips as she raised her leg and put her foot on the edge of the bathtub. She stroked her pussy as the water continued to spray her back. His bobbing, soapy erection was pointing directly at her dripping wet slit. The temptation was too great. Michael's feet carried him to her. He closed his hands around her waist and pressed his body to hers. Reason and logic finally stepped aside and let his id run by. He kissed his way to her breasts and flicked her hard nipples with his tongue.

"Pick me up," ordered Rose.

Michael lifted her by her hips and pressed her back against the shower wall. Rose wrapped her legs around his body. His cock was inches away from penetration. She kissed him and took his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled it. And suddenly he heard his cell phone from the other room.

"What the hell are you waiting for?" asked Rose impatiently.

Michael blinked at her. Rose's pussy was wet and ready to receive him. She was practically begging for it. But the ringing was like an alarm, like an angry beep from his computer asking him if he really wanted to perform this particular action. Who knew what the consequences were going to be?

Rose noticed the sudden change in Michael's eyes. "You. Bastard."

"I'm sorry, Rose," apologized Michael.

Rose struggled to get out of Michael's grasp. "Let me down!" Michael let her legs fall from his side and she got out of the tub. "Yeah, THANKS SO MUCH for letting me come here. I'm fucking leaving!" She did not bother to dry herself off.

"Rose wait!" said Michael as he tried to step out of the shower but tripped over the side. His call went unheeded as Rose went into the bedroom and got dressed in a flash. The cell phone was still ringing. Michael entered the bedroom. "Rose, you don't have to leave."

"Oh, so NOW you want me? Fuck you Mike. You had your chance." She walked quickly out of the bedroom. "Goodbye!" said Rose as she left the suite and slammed the door.

Michael's hangover suddenly returned, hitting him twice as hard. The ringing was incessant. He picked up his phone. "WHAT!?" he yelled.

"I'm sorry, I guess it is kind of early."

"Who is this?!"

The woman on the other end of the line cleared her throat. "Um. It's Rachael, Mike. What's wrong?"

"Jesus I'm sorry Rachael," said Michael in a much softer tone of voice. Time to switch gears. "Nothing's wrong, just uh, things have been a little crazy around here."

"You mean like with the movie and everything?"

"Sure, yeah." Michael was afraid of his situation with Kirsten ruining another relationship so he kept his mouth shut about it.

"Huh?"

"I've been meaning to call. What's going on?" said Michael, trying to change the subject.

"Nothing much. We just finished the first day of shooting." Rachael yawned.

"What time is it there?" asked Michael.

"Around five."

"In the morning?" 

"Yeah, it was a really long day."

"Hope they're gonna let you sleep in."

"So do I, I'm beat."

"Think you can maybe let me in on a few secrets about this big movie you're making?"

"You know I would, except I'm soooo tired. I'm about to fall asleep," teased Rachael.

"Aww, come on, at least tell me who else is in it."

"Okay. The other lead is played by Tobey Maguire."

"The Seabiscuit guy?" asked Michael.

"Most people know him as Spider Man but yeah, the Seabiscuit guy."

"I was too horrified by the special effects to notice anyone but Kirsten in Spider Man. I do remember some guy who looked totally unamazed by his new amazing powers. Was that him?"

"Yep, that's him. You know, he's not as mellow as he looks on screen."

"How so?"

"The first day of shooting there was a little disagreement over wardrobe between him and the director. Neither of them backed down though and it got kind of heated. Tobey even threw a punch at him," said Rachael.

"Really? That sounds like the sort of thing that might stop the production. And then you could come back here."

"I miss you too Mike, but there's too much money involved for this movie to stop over a wardrobe thing."

"Okay. Well that's two days down. Another fifty eight to go."

"Ugh. Don't remind me of how long this is going to take."

"Oh come on, how bad can it be to make a movie?" said Michael.

"Hey mister, we'll see how you hold up when you shoot your movie."

"Heh. I guess I don't really know what I'm talking about, do I?" He heard Rachael talking to someone in the background. "Who was that?"

"Awwwww," groaned Rachael. "That was a PA telling me that the director thought the sunrise was perfect for one of the scenes in the movie. I have to get down to makeup."

"That sucks. I'm assuming you can't just blow him off?"

"I wish."

"Try not to take a swing at the guy."

"Haha. I won't. I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye."

"Bye," said Michael. He flipped the mouthpiece back onto the phone. Rachael would probably not have a problem with what he had done. Probably.

Michael looked down at the touchscreen on his phone. The voicemails from Katie were still flashing their presence. He had a date with her tonight. "Shit. Katie." He took a deep breath and listened to the first one.

*beep*

"1:45 PM. Friday, May 30," said a mechanical female voice.

"Mike, hi. This is Katie. Listen, one of my friends JUST broke up with her boyfriend. She's just totally torn up about it. A couple friends want to meet up with her tomorrow and cheer her up. They asked me to come so I don't think I'm going to be able to make it tomorrow night. I'm really sorry about this. Call me later so we can reschedule."

"Thank God. One damn thing goes my way," said Michael to himself.

*beep*

"4:59 pm. Friday, May 30."

"Hey Mike, Katie again. Guess what? My friend picked up some random guy off the street. We tried to warn her that she was on the rebound but she wouldn't listen to us. Oh well. I'm sure at some point we'll all be in some bedroom letting her cry on our shoulders and talking about all the scumbag guys that are out there. So it looks like we're still on for Saturday night. So pretty much just ignore my last message. See you at eight, right? Bye."

"Great. Spoke too soon," said Michael. She'll probably think I picked up some girl like her friend did. He checked his watch. It was still too early to call her. Not to mention the fact that Rose had left him in a rather annoying "condition." Michael put his phone on the table and went back into the bedroom.

4: 27 pm. Dominick's Grocery Store. Bethesda, Maryland.

 Rosa strolled through the soda aisle pushing a cart filled to the brim with food. She picked up two bottles of Diet Pepsi and tossed them into the cart. Next, she headed to the canned food section and filled the child's seat with canned spaghetti and meatballs. After that she headed to the check out line.

"Rosa! Hi," said a woman walking towards her with a cart equally filled with food.

"Oh hello Kim," said Rosa.

Kim and Rosa had attended the same culinary arts school when they were young. While Rosa had gone into the private service industry, Kim had decided to try her hand at the restaurant business. At the moment she owned two local restaurants and was in the process of opening a third. They remained good friends throughout the years, although Rosa had always been a little bit jealous of her friend's success. 

"How are you?" asked Kim.

"Fine, how's business?" replied Rosa.

"Pretty good. How are your bosses?" Rosa made sure that Kim was well versed in the trials and tribulations of Joseph and Sharon Torbin.

"As unhappy as ever," said Rosa. She began putting the food onto the conveyor belt.

"What about Michael? How's he doing?"

"He's still the same. His parent's problems don't seem to faze him too much."

"Don't you think that's a little odd? I hated it when my parent's fought."

"Do you have a Fresh Value card?" asked the cashier. Rosa nodded and handed him the card.

"Everyone deals with things in their own way. I'm sure he's not happy about it," said Rosa. She was itching to tell someone about Michael and what he was doing in Los Angeles. But John had insisted that she keep her mouth shut about it. 

"How will you be paying for this ma'am?" asked the cashier.

"Oh, credit." Rosa handed him a credit card.

Kim glanced over at the newsstand. "Hey Rosa, doesn't that man look a little like Michael?"

Rosa looked over at the tabloid Kim was pointing out. On the cover was a dark grainy picture of Kirsten Dunst and a man next to her. He was in the background and his features were not very clear. She grabbed it. "Hey, add this too."

"That's not Michael, is it?" asked Kim.

Rosa flipped through the paper to the page the article was on. There were a few more pictures, and in one of them the man's face was easily identifiable. "Oh my god! It IS Michael!"

"How did he get his face in the National Enquirer?"

"That's what happens when you're friends with famous people," said Rosa. "It's inevitable."

"Famous people? Like who?" inquired Kim.

"Well obviously Kirsten Dunst, I'm not sure who else."

"Think he can get one to endorse my restaurant?"

"I don't think celebrities eat bad Chinese food, Kim."

"My General Tsao's Chicken was always better than yours," countered Kim.

"No it wasn't, our teacher just had it in for me," said Rosa. She closed the newspaper up and glanced at the headline. "Sharon is not going to be happy about this."

"Ma'am? The customers behind you aren't too happy either." The cashier put the receipt down for Rosa to sign.

Rosa looked back at the growing line of annoyed shoppers. "Oh of course, I'm sorry." She signed the receipt. "Bye Kim." Rosa pushed her cart through the automatic door.

"See you later," said Kim as she began unloading her cart.

***

Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel. Los Angeles, California.

 Michael sat at his table gloomily eating bad room service food. He had come up with a decent excuse for Katie and was waiting for the right time to call. After wiping his mouth he checked his watch and reached for his phone. He dialed Katie's number. Eight rings later he got an answering machine.

"Hi, you've called 55-"

Michael hung up; he hated leaving messages. He began thinking about Kirsten again and ways of getting her back. In his mind, the worst case scenario had already happened; Kirsten had left him and made sure that his potential career in Hollywood went down before it could even go up. He was not sure why he even cared about his movie career; he never wanted one in the first place. Maybe it was because Hollywood was what brought him and Kirsten together. 

As for getting her back, he thought groveling was his best chance. Nonstop apologizing and begging could do wonders. They could also backfire enormously. Michael dialed the number for the house in Chicago. Thomas had a bit more experience in these types of matters.

"Hello?" said Thomas.

"Hey Tom, what's up?"

"Nothing much. No psycho BDSM celebrities to report today."

"Too bad," said Michael. "Listen, I have a problem."

"I'm all ears, I love when people dump their problems all over me."

"First of all, everything I'm about to tell you is true, no matter how unbelievable it sounds."

"Check."

"Second, no fucking joking around. This is serious," said Michael.

"Check two."

"Alright. Here it is. In the last five days, I've had sex with Jennifer Aniston, Shannon Tweed, Eliza Dushku, Elisha Cuthbert, Rachael, Rose McGowan, and Katie Holmes," said Michael quickly. 

Thomas was silent for a few moments before he burst out laughing. "Whatever hallucinogen you're on, I want some." 

"Fuck you Tom I'm NOT lying!"

"Of course you are. You think just because you're in LA and have an agent I'm going to believe that you had sex with all those women?"

"No," said Michael with a sigh. "I thought you were going to believe me because you're my friend."

Thomas's laughs died down. "Don't get all sappy on me Mike. I'm your friend but come on. That some serious tail you're asking me to believe."

"I know. But that's not the problem. Not the whole problem at least."

"Yeah, I gathered that. So what is the whole problem?"

"Kirsten knows," said Michael slowly. "I think she's going to break up with me."

"So what? If you're telling me the truth then who the fuck cares about her?"

"I do!" yelled Michael.

"Okay Mike I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way," said Thomas. "How did she find out?" 

Michael rubbed his eyes. "I told her."

"What are you, fucking retarded!?" asked Thomas incredulously.

"I thought it was going to be okay. I mean, Jesus she fucking sucked your dick."

"Mike, it doesn't matter what she's done. Your girlfriend can suck a thousand dicks but that will never give you a get-some-pussy-for-free card. Cheating on her once, let alone SEVEN times, is a one way ticket out of the relationship, regardless of how many times she cheated on you."

"Maybe if what we had was a normal relationship. But-"

"ANY relationship Mike."

"Look, she practically gave me the thumbs up when I hooked up with Jennifer Aniston. She was THERE for Christ's sake!" said Michael.

"That's…weird. I've never heard of that before, outside of porno movies, I mean. Maybe she only wants to know first, like before it happens?" said Thomas. "Or maybe…"

"Maybe what?"

"Did she ever sleep with anyone else?" asked Thomas.

Michael sat up. "What?

"I don't mean like what happened with us and Rachael. I mean her sleeping with some other guy while you and she were together."

"I have no idea. Why?"

"This is really farfetched, but maybe she let you and Jennifer go at it because she had done something first," said Thomas.

"She'd never-"

"Never what? You've only known her for a few weeks. And two of those weeks you spent away from her. Considering what she'd done in the three days she was in Chicago what do you think she did in the two weeks she was away from you in LA?"

New thoughts were forming in Michael's head. "She did have something going on with Heath Ledger a little while ago," said Michael.

"I'm guessing it was around this time that you met Jennifer Aniston?" asked Thomas.

"Just after it happened, actually."

"Mike, I guarantee you that SOMETHING happened when Kirsten was with that guy. Which would make it stupid for her to be angry with you."

"I don't think anything happened."

"How ignorant are you? She fucked that guy, and now she's pissed at you for sleeping around? She's a fucking hypocrite Mike," exclaimed Thomas.

"Damnit Tom, I don't think anything happened!"

"I say you go to her place and let her have it. Don't even give her the chance to break up with you. She cheated on you too, tell her you'll just go back to Jennifer or Eliza or whoever else you say you hooked up with."

Thomas was starting to make sense. Kirsten's anger the night before did not seem appropriate for the crime; in fact it was rather subdued. Maybe it was because she had not been entirely faithful either. Michael was not sure but he certainly had a different perspective now.

"I'm not going over to her house to yell at her. I think I've hurt her enough," said Michael, sounding less and less sure of himself.

"Mike, you have to. How sweet would it be to tell off some lying, cheating celebrity bitch?"

Michael was used to Thomas disrespecting the girls he hung out with so he let that one slide. "Listen, I'm not doing anything like that unless I'm absolutely sure. And I won't be absolutely sure until I catch her with some guy's dick up her ass."

"Fine, Mike. If you wanna be a pussy that's fine with me."

"I'm not being a pussy. I just don't want to blow whatever chance I have left with her."

"Mike, get it through your head. You have NO chance in HELL of ever getting back with her. Girls will never forgive what you've done. Not even the ones who say they love you," said Thomas.

"Fine. There's my one chance. We never said 'I love you' to each other. That means this isn't so much a betrayal as an indiscretion."

"No it doesn't you fucking moron. Jesus you're an idiot. It means that it was never going to work out, you apparently never WANTED it to work out, and she's kicking you to the curb," said Thomas. "I'm telling you, go find her and let her have it. You'll feel much better. And after that, go let Rachael or Eliza lick your wounds."

Michael sighed. "Yeah, thanks for the advice. I gotta go. I'll see ya."

"Okay, man. Hey, whatever you do, you gotta hook me up with whatever you're smoking alright?"

"Fuck you." Michael closed his phone and put it down on the table. He stood up and walked over to the windows. Smog had already descended over the city, obscuring his view. 

4:45 pm. Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

 Rosa was in the pantry stocking the shelves with the groceries she had just purchased. She stacked the cans of spaghetti before walking out into the kitchen and picking up another bag of groceries. John backed into the kitchen carrying the last bag and the paper Rosa had bought. He put them down on the countertop.

"Rosa, why did you buy a National Enquirer?" asked John.

"Didn't you look at the front page?" called out Rosa.

"Yeah, it says 'Who is Kirsten Dunst's new boytoy?' So what?"

"No, I mean the picture."

John pulled his glasses out of his coat pocket and put them on. He examined the photo. "What about it?"

Rosa came back out of the pantry. "Doesn't that boy look familiar to you?"

"Not really."

"Look on page eight."

John flipped through the paper. "Oh my god. Is that Michael?"

"That's what it looks like. You have got to get in touch with him. I wanna know what's going on. I can't believe Kirsten Dunst is his new girlfriend."

"Rosa, this is a tabloid. You know none of this stuff is true."

"Oh please John. Did you see that dress she was wearing? And that suit? They were out for a night on the town when those pictures were taken," said Rosa.

John folded the paper up and handed it to Rosa. "Don't let Sharon see this. Mike is going to be in a lot of trouble if she finds out about this."

"I know John. Can you put the milk in the fridge?" asked Rose.

3: 59 pm. Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel. Los Angeles, California.




The Big Time Pt. 05



 Michael had been staring at the ceiling for the last few hours thinking about what Thomas had said. If Kirsten did have sex with other guys, did he have any right to be angry with her? Michael did not think that he did, which made it hard for him to muster the will to find her and tell her off. He thought about her having sex with other women, but that just made him horny. That was not the state of mind in which he wanted to be. That particular mood is what screwed everything up in the first place.

He sighed, having reached no firm decision on what he should do. Waiting for Kirsten to contact him was driving him crazy. On the other hand, pressing the issue might be the exact wrong thing to do. And on his third hand sat Katie Holmes. Could he really leave the room? What if Kirsten came by? What if Katie decided she liked him? His life could get even more complicated if he went on this date. Michael checked his watch. Still lying in bed, he took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Katie's number.

"Hello?" answered a female voice.

"Hi Katie, this is Mike," said Michael.

"Nope, this isn't Katie."

"Oh I'm sorry." Michael checked the number he dialed. It was the right number. "May I speak with Katie?"

"Sure, hold on." He heard her call out Katie's name. "She'll be here in a sec. Mike, right?"

"Yeah, who's this?" asked Michael.

"I'm Ali, hi," said Ali.

"Hello, nice to me-, well not meet you, uh. Just hi," said Michael.

"This is the same Mike she's meeting tonight, right?" asked Ali.

"Should be," replied Michael. At least Katie would have a friend to keep her company after Michael cancelled.

"You must be quite a guy. Katie's been so excited about the date you two have tonight. She's been talking about it all day," said Ali.

Michael shut his eyes and mouthed a long groan. "Oh really? I didn't know I made that kind of impression on her." 

"You definitely did. She really likes you." Michael heard an angry, muffled voice in the background. "Relax Katie, I didn't tell him anything that wasn't true." More annoyed mumbles. "Fine, here's the phone."

"Hi, Mike? Sorry about my friend, she tends to talk too much!" said Katie. Those words were obviously not directed at Michael.

"No it's okay. She told me something I wanted to hear." Michael was not sure if that was the truth or not.

Katie sighed in relief. "She did?"

"Yeah, she did." Michael thought hard about his situation. If Thomas was right than Kirsten was a lost cause. But he could not move on so quickly could he? "I was just calling to make sure we got the time right. I think we said seven yesterday, but your message said eight?"

"Oh. Yeah, eight o'clock. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," said Michael. "There wouldn't be a dress code or anything where we're going?"

"Not really. It's a small Italian place, kinda out of the way."

"Sounds good. I'm really looking forward to it," said Michael, rubbing his eyes.

"Great! So am I! See you in a little while," said Katie excitedly. "Wait, hold on! I forgot to ask you where you live?"

"I'm at the Hilton near Tripp's, room 9035."

"Okay, I know where that is. Bye."

"Bye." Michael flipped his phone closed slowly. "Wheeeee," he said.

*knock*

*knock*

Michael walked up to the door and looked through the peephole. Alyssa Milano was standing a few feet away from the door. He stepped back and tried to think of a reason she would be knocking on his door, fulfilling the fantasy of millions of men around the world. Even through the fisheye lens she looked sensational. She knocked again and Michael opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Hi. Michael Torbin?" she asked.

"Yeah," answered Michael. With those beautiful brown eyes looking up at him, Michael was surprised he could even speak.

"I'm Alyssa Milano." She pushed her way inside the room and looked around as if simply stating her name was reason enough to let her in. Then she walked over to the bedroom and entered it.

Now that she was out of sight, Michael regained his control over polysyllabic words. "As much as I like beautiful women barging into my room, I have to ask; why exactly are you here?" said Michael, still standing near the door, holding it open.

"A friend of mine said she left her purse here."

"Oh," said Michael. "If Rose left anything it'd probably be in the bedroom."

"You sure she didn't leave anything in the bathroom?" snickered Alyssa.

Michael shut the door. "What did she say about that?"

"Nothing. Ah! Found it," said Alyssa. She popped out of the bedroom. "This is all I needed to get."

"What did she say?" asked Michael again.

"Nothing," said Alyssa innocently with a teasing expression on her face.

Michael realized what she was implying. "I'm not gay."

"Hey, whatever floats your boat Michael, nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm NOT gay."

"I should probably get going," said Alyssa with that golden smile. "Thanks for letting me get her stuff."

Michael blocked the door. "Wait a second. Really, I'm not gay."

"I'm just going on what Rose said. She's usually pretty good at reading people," said Alyssa.

"Rose doesn't know anything, alright? She's just mad about what happened," said Michael. He then added, "And I'm not gay."

"So she wasn't lying, you DID turn her down?"

"Oh, uh, well, you have to realize the situation, it was a special circumstance!"

"I can't think of one reason a man could ever say no to her," said Alyssa. "Well maybe one, I guess," she said with a laugh.

"I am not gay!" exclaimed Michael.

"Michael, I have to go, so if you don't mind?" asked Alyssa, chuckling at Michael's emphatic proclamations.

"I'M NOT GAY!"

"Fine. You're not gay, I believe you," said Alyssa. "Now will you please move?" It was obvious she was simply humoring him.

"Do you wanna have sex, right now?!" said Michael desperately. "Let's do it! Right now, let's go!"

Alyssa laughed. "Michael, I have to-"

"Come on! I'll prove it to you! Just gimme a shot!"

Alyssa put her hand on her hip and contemplated Michael's frantic request. Michael watched her anxiously. She checked her watch and dropped Rose's purse to the floor. "You got fifteen minutes."

Michael's eyes went wide. He grabbed the diminutive star in his arms and kissed her soft lips hard. As he kissed her he picked her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Alyssa's mouth opened slightly and Michael's tongue poked inside, playing with Alyssa's. Michael carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, their lips never breaking their lock.

His hands massaged her athletic butt of their own accord as their heads turned and twisted during their frantic kissing. Alyssa roved her hands over Michael's back, untucking his shirt from of his pants. He slipped his hands under her shirt and lifted it up to her neck. He was reluctant to break the kiss even if only for a brief moment.

But thee prospect of seeing her breasts in the flesh convinced him there were better things he could be kissing. Alyssa lifted her arms over her head and Michael pulled the shirt off. He tossed it to the floor as he kissed her ample cleavage. She quickly unclasped her bra and Michael pulled it off of her chest with his teeth. He took a moment to admire her tits; her brownish pink nipples were fully erect and begging to be sucked.

Michael swirled his tongue around her nipple, making her moan with pleasure. As he kissed and licked her breasts she continued tugging at his shirt. He briefly stopped and pulled his shirt off. Michael went back down to continue his feast. He nibbled lightly on her nipple, making Alyssa breathe harder. Soon her ample chest was heaving with arousal and she pulled Michael's lips from her breasts.

"Jesus, I love it when guys do that!" said Alyssa. She kissed him as she fumbled with his zipper. "Why the hell are your pants still on!?"

Michael had no answer for that as he stood up and quickly dropped his pants and boxers. Alyssa shimmied out of her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. Michael ripped the shoes off of her feet and then yanked her jeans off, turning them inside out in the process. Alyssa sat up on the bed and then slid down to the floor on her knees.

She grabbed hold of Michael's weapon and gave it a few tugs of pleasure. After it gained some stiffness she immediately took the head between her pouting lips and swirled her agile tongue around. Her hot mouth was making Michael's head spin and his cock stiff as a board. Alyssa's hand reached inside her panties and she began frigging herself madly. Every so often she would pull her hand out and rub Michael's balls, using her own personal massage oil.

He would not have minded letting Alyssa suck his cock for the next few hours but he realized he did only have few minutes. Michael gently pulled her up, a jolt of pleasure hitting him as his cock went from the scorching confines of Alyssa's lips to the cool air of a hotel room.

"Time is pleasure, Alyssa." Michael could not help but smile at his dry-cool wit.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, so shut up and make me scream to the world how heterosexual you are."

She lay back on the bed and lifted her legs as Michael pulled her panties from her full hips. Her bush was full but nicely trimmed. He bent down to taste her shimmering pussy but she took hold of his hair and pulled him up her body. Oh well. Maybe he would have another opportunity for that later.

Michael mounted her and pushed the head of his cock inside her pussy. He held it there as he and Alyssa savored the pleasure of first penetration. Then he quickly forced himself in to the hilt, making her gasp and cry out with pleasure. He pulled himself back a little and then pushed back hard. Alyssa's cunt seemed to almost suck his cock back in.

He wasted no time in giving Alyssa hard and full strokes with his cock. Michael desperately hoped he would hold out longer than her. Sometime during the intense blowjob he realized just who he was having sex with. A woman lusted after by every friend he ever had. A woman so smolderingly beautiful that she could have any man, maybe even any woman, she wanted. And most importantly, a woman with a wild streak.

Michael shut his eyes as he fucked her. Watching her beautiful face contort with bliss was too much for him to handle. He pounded her pussy faster and faster. She shrieked with pleasure every time their hips slapped together. The pace was frenetic and her pussy was so hot and smooth; one of them had to give soon. Fortunately, that person was Alyssa.

"Fuck!" It was a simple and direct signal of Alyssa's shuddering orgasm. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Michael had been ready to come for the last five minutes. "In, oh fuck oh god, or out?!" Alyssa was still in the throes of her orgasm and Michael's pounding cock seemed to prolong it. She did not answer his question. He decided to err on the side of caution, and to paint a horny picture to remember Alyssa by.

Michael pulled out moments before a jet of cum shot out the tip of his cock. He raised himself up onto his knees and splattered Alyssa's tits with his essence. Alyssa reached for his cock with her hands and jerked it, squeezing out as much cum as possible. Breathing as if he had just finished a marathon, he supported himself with his hand as Alyssa gave his cock one last tug, and then let it fall between her breasts.

She stuck out her tongue and licked up a few drops of cum that had splashed onto her face. "Mmm."

Michael was not terribly concerned about his perceived sexual orientation anymore. But he still had to ask. "Well?"

"That was good. Too good actually."

A scene from What Women Want flashed through his head. "WHAT?!" This was the only time in his life Michael was ever disappointed that the woman enjoyed herself.

"I'm just kidding Michael!" said Alyssa, laughing. "You are very very heterosexual."

Michael fell to her side onto the bed. "Thank god."

She got off the bed, picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom to clean herself up. Michael was still lying on the bed recovering when she came back out. Alyssa went to the side table and wrote her number and address on the hotel stationery. Then she knelt on the bed and gave him a kiss.

"Hey, keep in touch alright?"

"Yeah," replied Michael. "Can you do one more thing for me?"

"Sure."

"Could you smooth things over with Rose? Or at least make sure she knows I'm not gay?"

"What IS it with guys and their insecurity about which way they swing?" She laughed. "No problem Michael. See you around. Soon I hope."

"Bye."

Alyssa showed herself out of the room, making sure to pick up Rose's purse on the way out. Michael sighed. How could he let a playful attack on his sexual orientation turn into another reason for Kirsten to dump him? He repeatedly banged his head against the headboard of the bed, angry as hell at his lack of self control.

8:05 pm.

Katie knocked on the door to Michael's suite. He gulped down the last bit of coffee in his mug and popped a couple of mints in his mouth. After giving himself a once over in the mirror and making sure his cell phone was off he strode over to the door and opened it. Katie was wearing a simple, casual outfit.

"Hi," said Michael.

"Hi Mike. Ready?" said Katie with a smile.

"Absolutely," replied Michael. 

They walked down the hall and got into the elevator. On the way down the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. Katie and Michael stepped back as a man and a woman walked in. They smiled politely at each other as the other couple turned and faced the elevator doors. Michael was sure he was not alone in noticing the other couple's hands drift close and take hold. The elevator slowed to a halt at the lobby and Katie and Michael walked out.

Michael glanced over at the information desk as he and Katie walked by. Mr. Soen looked up at them. He smiled a little. If he only knew the truth thought Michael. He opened the door for Katie as they left the hotel and got into her Mustang. She put the top down as she pulled out of the parking lot.

Katie's driving was a marked contrast to Kirsten's. There was no rush, no stress. Just a long lazy drive through the outskirts of the city to a restaurant that was exactly as Katie described it; little, out of the way, and Italian. There were a few cars in the parking lot when they arrived. None of them were too ostentatious or luxurious. A pleasant looking woman greeted them as they walked in.

"Good evening Katie, how are you?" said the middle aged woman.

"Hi Eva. I'm fine, how are you?"

"Good, good." She glanced over at Michael. "And who might this be?" Michael shifted his weight to his other foot.

"Eva, this is Mike. Mike, Eva," said Katie.

"So nice to meet you Michael, I didn't know Katie had a new boyfriend," said Eva.

Katie blushed a little. "He's not my boyfriend, Eva."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Eva. She motioned to a man standing to the side. "Where are my manners, Larry, show them to their table please."

The waiter picked up two menus from the stack. "Follow me, please."

Larry walked into the dining room, Katie and Michael following. Before they could get too far Eva grabbed Michael's arm and held him back. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret."

"What's that?" asked Michael. He looked over at Katie, who had not yet noticed his absence.

"If she brought you here, then she's getting serious about you."

"What?" asked Michael. He tried not to let panic creep into his voice.

"You heard what I said," said Eva sternly. "And I'm sure you understand what that means you should do."

"But we don't even-"

"She's waiting for you."

Michael turned his head and saw Katie looking over at him from their table. Eva let go of his arm. He straightened his shirt out and went to the table.

"What was that about?" asked Katie as he sat down. "She didn't say anything about the last time I was here, did she?"

"Uh, no. She told me that I should've brought flowers," said Michael with a sheepish grin.

Katie laughed. "Yes you should've."

Michael let out a quiet breath of relief. Maybe I'm not that bad at acting he thought. "So you know her pretty well?"

"Not really, she just insists on knowing the names of everyone who walks through that door."

Michael picked up the menu. The offerings were standard Italian fare. "Mmm, linguine with clams."

Katie leaned forward. "Um, I'd stay away from that. Trust me."

"Heh, okay. So I'm guessing we don't order the calamari either?"

"You got it," said Katie. 

The waiter came by and asked what they would like to drink. "Red or white?" asked Michael.

"Red is fine," answered Katie. The waiter wrote it down and left.

"So what happened the last time you were here?" asked Michael.

Katie shook her head and grinned. "I can't tell you, not until I know you better." 

"Then what would you like to know?"

"What are you doing in LA? You mentioned you're not from here," said Katie.

"I came here for an audition. Someone spotted me in Chicago and asked me to come."

"Really? How did it go?"

"Movie starts shooting in July," said Michael.

"Wow that's great! I remember the first time I got picked for a role, I couldn't sit still."

"What was it?"

"It was the lead for Romeo and Juliet in high school," said Katie.

"You were definitely a better Juliet than the one that was in my high school's version."

Katie smiled, somewhat embarrassed. "Actually, I was Romeo. I went to a Catholic high school."

Michael looked at Katie with an excessively straight face. "You went to an all girl, Catholic high school?"

Katie rolled her eyes and leaned back. "Yes Mike."

"Uniforms?" asked Michael.

She sighed. "Yes." 

"Oh," said Michael, nodding. He was silent as a mental image of Katie in her high school days popped into his head.

Katie snapped her fingers in front of Michael's face. "Still with me?"

"Yeah of course, um, how about the bruschetta?" said Michael.

"Watch it, mister," said Katie.

"What did I say?" asked Michael with mock outrage.

"It's what you thought."

Michael pointed at Katie. "If my mind is in the gutter, and I'm not saying that it is, you have only yourself to blame."

Katie snickered. "If? I know EXACTLY what you're thinking."

Michael put his hands in the air. "Hey, like I said, you have only yourself to blame." The waiter came by and took their orders. 

"So are you from Chicago?" asked Katie.

"No, Maryland actually. I just go to school in Chicago," replied Michael.

"Going for your master's?"

"Um, bachelor's," said Michael. Katie looked confused. "I just finished my junior year in college." Michael had completely ignored the possibility that she may be uncomfortable with a man who was younger than her.

"Oh."

"Are you okay?" asked Michael.

"I'm fine. So which school do you go to?" asked Katie as she tried to mask her uneasiness.

Michael did not buy it. "Katie, if you're uncomfortable about my-"

"I'm not. Really I'm not. I'm just surprised. I thought you were a little bit older than that, that's all," said Katie. 

"Is it a problem?" asked Michael.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mike, I'm sure," replied Katie. "You sound like you want it to be a problem."

Michael sipped his wine and decided to change the subject. Now he was the one who felt uncomfortable. "So who was that girl I talked to?" 

"Big mouth?" said Katie. "That was Ali Larter."

Michael smiled and shook his head. "Does everybody know everybody in Hollywood?"

"Pretty much. It's not like there's that many people to know," said Katie.

"That's what it seems like," said Michael.

"Hey, is Simon your agent?" asked Katie.

Michael nodded "You work for him too?" 

"Other way around Mike. Agents work for the actors," said Katie with a giggle.




The Big Time Pt. 06



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Chapter 6: The Proof

1:07 pm. Monday, June 2. 42nd Precinct Police Department. Los Angeles, California.

Michael's eyes slowly drifted open as he felt his face getting slapped lightly. At least one of his eyes did; his left eye was almost swollen shut.

"Wake up kid."

Michael sat up on a hospital bed and looked around. Through his restricted vision he could tell that he was in a small infirmary. A gruff doctor was looking at him with his hands on his hips. 

"Where am I?" Michael winced and rubbed his jaw. It hurt to speak.

"You're in the infirmary. You got a pretty bad bump on your head and a small cut on your cheek," said the doctor. "Not to mention some heavy bruising all over your face.'

"Yeah I can tell," said Michael as reached behind his head and felt the large lump under his hair.

"Next time, don't get into a fight with a guy who has any friends. You're lucky the police stopped him before he killed you."

Michael tried to get out of the bed but found that he was cuffed to it. "I guess I'm in even more trouble than I was before."

"Not really. Fights happen in there all the time and that guy whose face you stomped in was streetwalking trash. He's not going to do anything," said the doctor.

"Hey, you done with him?" asked a uniformed police officer entering the infirmary.

The doctor looked up. "Yeah, he's fine."

The cop detached Michael from the bed before cuffing his hands together and leading him out of the room. "Where are you taking me?" asked Michael.

"You get your own private cell now."

"What?! What are you charging me with?"

"Nothing yet. You're waiting in there until we sort things out."

"What is there to sort out?! He hit me first!"

"Yeah, and you hit him back. Listen, you're not doing yourself any good." The cop opened a cell and shoved Michael inside. "Sit down and shut up. You got lots of time on your hands." The cell door slid shut with a bang.

"Don't I get a phone call?!" yelled Michael.

The cop ignored him.

12:41 pm. Tuesday, June 3.

Michael was sitting on his hard bed, wide awake but exhausted. The lump on the back of his head prevented him from getting into any sort of comfortable position to sleep so he simply sat in his cell all night thinking about the last few days of his life. It was a whirlwind certainly, but he had no intention of just riding it out. He was going to fight his way out of it and regain some control.

In order to do that, he pushed Kirsten to the backburner of his mind. A more immediate concern was retaliation against Eliza. She was going to pay for what she had done. Once Michael got out of his cell, he was going to make sure that she gets what she deserves.

A cop walked in front of the cell and tapped the bars with his nightstick. "Hey. You're free to go." It was the same cop who had arrested Michael in the first place.

Michael stood up. "Mind if I ask why you kept me in this cell overnight without charging me with something?"

"I don't mind," said the cop. "But you might."

"What does that mean?"

"If you ask, I'd have to say that we're charging you with two counts of aggravated assault and one count of attempted kidnapping. All against a celebrity of all people. You wouldn't stand a chance."

Michael wanted to beat this man's face in with the nightstick he was holding in his hand. "Attempted kidnapping?!" The cop nodded smugly. Michael gritted his teeth. "Where's my stuff?" The cop tossed him a wallet and a cell phone. "Hey! Where the hell is my money?" The cop shrugged. "LA's fucking finest," said Michael as he tried to walk out of the cell.

The cop grabbed Michael's shirt and pushed him up against the bars. "I'm doing you a fucking favor. If you wanna stay here I can make you stay here!" 

Michael rubbed the back of his head again. "Fine." The cop let him go and Michael went three steps before he collapsed to the floor.

***

Eliza Dushku's home.

Eliza wrapped a towel around her hair and walked out of her bathroom. She padded down the hall to her bedroom. The towel wrapped around her body hit the floor and she began to spread some lotion on her arms and legs. She had just finished her workout for the day and was ready for a nice, hearty lunch. She picked up the cordless phone sitting on her bed and dialed a number.

"Hey Sarah, up for lunch?" said Eliza.

"Oh hi Eliza," replied Sarah Michelle Gellar. "I was just about to call you. Yeah, lunch sounds good."

"Freddie won't be tagging along will he?" asked Eliza with obvious disdain in her voice.

"No he won't. He's meeting with Simon today."

"Again?"

"Yeah. He keeps telling me that Simon needs him for this or needs him for that. Who knows?" said Sarah. 

Eliza smirked. "I think I know."

"You don't know anything Eliza."

"Come on, you know that's how Simon is," said Eliza. "It's not like that kind of thing hasn't happened before."

"Not to my husband, alright?" said Sarah. "So, the usual?" 

"Sure. I'm down for the usual."

"Okay, see you soon."

"Bye." Eliza turned the phone off and flipped the phone onto the bed. 

1:01 pm. Good Samaritan Hospital.

Michael's eyes shot open. It was the second time in three days he woke up with a throbbing headache. He looked around quickly and noticed he was in a noisy emergency room. He swung his legs off the bed. His shirt and coat were hanging on the wall near the window. As he was getting dressed he noticed his reflection in the window. The doctor from the police station was not kidding; his entire face was swollen with bruises.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" asked a pretty, young redheaded doctor with a dozen clipboards in her arms.

He turned his head. "What? The police still want me?" said Michael. His face contorted from the pain of moving his mouth.

"I'm not done examining you!" said the doctor as she walked up to him quickly. The name tag read "Dr. Cotlon." "And no. The police are done with you. They said they don't want no goddamn fucking troublemakers and that you were free to go. Um, their words, not mine."

"Good. Then I can leave." He stepped past her. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, inadvertently dropping all the charts she had in her arms.

"Oh, geeze!"

Michael sighed and helped her gather all the clipboards. "You're obviously very busy. I'm sure there's more important people to take care of."

"Mary! Where are those damn charts?!" A middle aged doctor walked up to them. "Well?"

"I'm sorry Dr. Moor. I was on my way but this man is trying to leave and I haven't finished with him yet," said Dr. Cotlon.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Dr. Moor.

"Well he got into a fight in the LAPD holding cell. They got him pretty badly but they said he got in a few blows to-"

"MARY, what is wrong with him?" asked Dr. Moor sternly.

"Oh um, he has severe bruising on his face, a small lacer-"

"Not the obvious part! What is wrong with him?!"

Dr. Cotlon looked like she was going to cry. "They said he hit his head really badly, knocked him unconscious. And about twenty minutes ago he fainted. I think he may have a concussion."

Dr. Moor took a penlight out of her pocket. "Hold still," she said to Michael. Dr. Moor checked Michael's pupils and then felt the lump in the back of his head. "Where are the x-rays?" Dr. Cotlon held them out as best as she could from under the pile of clipboards in her arms.

Dr. Moor took the envelope, opened it, and put the sheets against the light panel. She quickly examined them. "You're fine. It's a very minor concussion. It looks like exhaustion made it worse than it was. Go home and get some sleep." Then she turned to Mary. "You're in an ER, Dr. Cotlon. MAKE DIAGNOSES FASTER."

"Yes, Dr. Moor," said Dr. Cotlon as she looked at the floor.

"Now come on." She turned and began walking down the hallway. Dr. Cotlon followed.

The look on Dr. Cotlon's face was heartbreaking. Michael stopped her. "Don't let her get to you, doc. She probably gets off from telling the new people what to do." Michael tried to smile but it came out like a grimace.

Dr. Cotlon looked at Michael, the frown slowly disappearing from her face. "Thanks sir. Could you pull the pad of paper out of my pocket?" Michael carefully took the pad out of her coat pocket. "Hold it for me?" She scribbled on the pad. "That oughta take care of the swelling and soreness."

"Thanks." Michael tore the prescription off the pad and put the pad back in the doctor's pocket.

"Make sure you talk with the secretary before you leave." She looked at the chart on the top of the pile. "Jake."

"Close. Mike, actually."

She smiled shyly. "Oh. Whoops."

"I think the queen is waiting," said Michael. Dr. Moor was standing at the end of the wall, tapping her foot impatiently.

Dr. Cotlon spun around. "Oh. Thanks." She began walking away. Then she spun around again and walked up to him. "My name is Mary." She reached out to shake his hand and dropped all the files again. "Damnit!" Michael chuckled and helped her pick everything up again.

"Nice meeting you Mary," said Michael.

"You too!" She then turned and went back down the hall, muttering, "I am such a klutz!"

Michael went to the front desk and the secretary had him sign some insurance forms. Then she handed him his personal belongings that the police had left. He checked his wallet; it was still empty, there was not a dollar left. At least his cell phone still worked. Michael walked out the front door of the hospital and called Simon.

"Simon?" said Michael.

"Oh hey Mike. I've been trying to get in touch with you. Where've you been?" asked Simon.

"Jail. And a hospital."

"What? What happened? Are you okay?" asked Simon quickly.

"Just come and pick me up," ordered Michael.

"Where are you?"

Michael stood and looked around. "Good Samaritan. I'm right out front."

"Okay, stay put. I'll be around to pick you up right away." Simon hung up.

Michael closed his phone and rubbed his jaw. He looked down at his shoes; they were splattered with the blood of the man who had tried to take his shoes. The smell of his friend was ingrained in Michael's newly lumpy head. Michael gritted his teeth as he recalled how Eliza had put him that situation. The look of fear that Eliza put on her face when he pinned her to the wall angered Michael to no end. It was her fault he was in that holding cell and it was her fault that he got his face beat in by a fetid biker who did not enjoy watching his friend get his ass kicked.

He looked at the prescription Dr. Cotlon had given him. Even if Michael could see clearly with both eyes, he would not be able to read what she had written. Ten minutes later Simon rolled up the driveway in a shiny black Mercedes-Benz and got out of the car.

"Jesus," said Simon as he got his first glimpse of Michael's face. "Michael what happened?"

"I'll tell you on the way." Michael stood up unsteadily.

Simon jumped forward and supported Michael. "Tell me when we get to the office alright?" He helped him into the backseat. Simon got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the driveway.

Michael leaned his head back but quickly leaned forward again as the bump unleashed a burst of pain into his head. "Shit!" he grunted.

"My god, are you alright?"

"Do I look alright?!" snapped Michael. 

"Michael!" admonished Simon.

Michael opened his eyes and looked at the person sitting in the passenger seat. Nicole Kidman was looking over her shoulder at him with genuine concern on her face. "Oh. I'm sorry," said Michael as he looked at the Australian beauty.

"Mike, this is Nicole Kidman. Nicole, meet Michael Torbin," said Simon. "She and I were just finishing lunch when you called."

"Sorry to interrupt."

"Oh it's no problem Michael," said Nicole. "You look like you need Simon a lot more than I do at the moment. What happened?"

Michael looked into the rearview mirror at Simon, unsure of what he should do. Simon glanced at Michael. "I'm sure it's not as interesting as he looks."

"Come on Simon. It's not like I'm going to run out and tell the tabloids what I heard," said Nicole as she looked at Simon. "Besides, you can't keep this a secret forever, someone will find out eventually."

Simon sighed. "Mike, does it involve anybody famous?"

"You could say that."

"Really? Who?" asked Nicole. Her curiosity was piqued now.

"Okay, Mike, not a word to anyone until you talk to me first. And only me," said Simon. "Sorry Nic. I can't let any rumors spread."

"I'm dying to know now!" Nicole looked back at Michael. "Who was it?"

"Mike, don't say anything."

"Gimme a hint?" asked Nicole.

As beautiful as Nicole was, Michael's face hurt too much to let that sway him into dropping names. "Sorry."

She pouted just a tiny bit. "Okay fine. Simon, you'll tell me once you find out, right?"

"Sure, anything for you Nic."

1:36 pm. Shooting Stars Talent Agency.

When Simon parked the car, Nicole got out first and helped Michael get out of the car. Before she left she insisted one more time that Simon tell her everything once he was done with Michael. Michael was able to walk into the office building unaided and ride the elevator up. Everyone in Simon's office stared at him as he followed Simon. By the time they got into Simon's private office the whispers were already starting to spread. Michael sat in a chair and closed his eyes.

"Okay, Mike what happened?" asked Simon as he sat down.

Michael decided to give him the short version. All he wanted to do was find a comfortable bed and sleep until next week. But first he pulled the prescription out of his pocket. "Simon, can you get this filled?"

"Sure." He called his secretary through the intercom and she came in and took the prescription. "We'll have it back here in a jiff."

"So. Here's what happened," said Michael. "I go to have lunch with Eliza Dushku. We have a, uh, dispute, and she tries to stop me from leaving." Michael lifted his shirt to reveal the bruise left on his stomach from Eliza's kick. "I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against a wall. She suddenly turns into a damsel in distress and I get arrested."

"They arrested you after she did that to your face?" asked Simon. "Must have been a hell of an act."

"No, she didn't do that. That happened in the holding cell. Some guy tried to take my shoes."

"He messed up your face for your shoes," said Simon as he pondered the situation.

"No. I messed up HIS face for my shoes. It was his buddy that got in two lucky punches and bounced my head off the bars of the cell," said Michael.

"One punch is lucky, Mike."

"Fine," snapped Michael. "Look, they said they weren't going to press charges or anything. So is this really all that bad?"

"It probably won't be. It's better that something like this happens now instead of later. Damage control is much easier at this point in your career," said Simon. "Mind if I ask how you got a lunch date with Eliza? Is she the girl you THINK you're involved with? What happened to Kirsten?"

"Yes I do," said Michael. "No, she isn't. And I don't want to talk about it." 

"Okay. I'll have a talk with Eliza, make sure she doesn't say anything that could hurt both of your careers." 

"How about you say something that ruins HER career? That fucking bitch almost got me killed!"

"Michael, calm down. I'll talk to her okay?" Simon's phone buzzed and he picked up. "Excuse me," he said to Michael.

"Your one thirty is here."

"Tell him to hold on for a second. And get me a driver to take my client back to his hotel," said Simon. He looked back at Michael. "What did the doctor say?"

"Stay in bed for a few days, which I fully intend to do," said Michael. "I think I'll sleep until the movie starts filming."

Someone knocked on the door to Simon's office. "That's probably your ride." Simon got up and opened the door. Allen was standing there with his hands behind his back. "Allen? What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Prinze asked me to accompany him. He's been getting paranoid ever since he got married," said Allen. "Your secretary told me you needed me for something?" 

Michael twisted in his chair and looked. Then he craned his neck back. "Oh. Afternoon, Allen."

"Is he okay?" asked Allen.

"Yeah, his doctor said he was fine. Can you just take him back to his hotel?"

"No problem."

Freddie Prinze, Jr. peeked through the small opening between Allen's massive torso and the door frame. "Simon?"

"Come on in Freddie." Allen stepped to the side and let the prissy young man into the room.

"Wow, are you okay?" asked Freddie.

Michael squinted at him. "Do I look okay?" He stood up and walked past Allen out of the office.

"Sit down Freddie," ordered Simon. Freddie sat as Simon went over to Allen and whispered, "Hey, this might take a while. So once you're done with Michael why don't you take a long lunch." He smiled lecherously.

Allen sighed and nodded. Simon turned around and walked over to Freddie. He began massaging Freddie's shoulders. Allen shut the door and choked back the bile rising in his throat. He spotted Michael leaning against a wall.

"Still in the Hilton?" asked Allen.

"Yeah. Is that my medicine?"

"Yes." Allen tossed the white bag to Michael who bobbled it in his hands before dropping it.

"I can't exactly see out of my left eye. Can't you tell?" asked Michael.

Allen picked the bag up and pushed it into Michael's hands. "Got it?" 

They rode the elevator to the first floor and left the building, not saying a word to each other. Michael got into the front seat of Allen's car.

"You're not going to ask?" said Michael as Allen got into the driver's seat.

"Not my place," said Allen. "Sorry I missed it though."

"Ha."

They rode for a few minutes in silence. "How's Kirsten?" asked Allen.

"You don't know?"

"I haven't spoken to her in a while."

Michael got a small sense of satisfaction from that. "I'm not the one to ask." 

"Oh? Is something wrong?"

Michael chortled. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you're asking about what happened between Kirsten and me and not about fat, fragrant criminal and me."

"I don't wanna know what happened between you and a fat, fragrant criminal. I get enough of that whenever I drive Freddie Prinze, Jr. around."

"Yeah, well. Like I said, I'm not the one to ask."

"What, did you guys break up?"

Michael shut his eyes. "Can you just take me back?"

"Fine. I'll ask her myself," said Allen as he took his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Don't mention me."

"So you guys did break up?" queried Allen.

"Just don't."

Allen shrugged and dialed Kirsten's number. "Hey Kiki, how are you?...You don't sound okay…Alright, so what's going on?...You sure?...It doesn't have anything to do with that punk Michael, does it?" 

Michael slammed the bottom of his fist on the window. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked angrily.

"Lucky guess," said Allen, ignoring Michael. "Want me to rough him up?...You don't wanna do that Kiki, but I know someone who will…Okay, fine, I'll hold off on that, but you just need to say the word…Want me to stop by tomorrow maybe? We'll have lunch?...You're probably right, okay, I'll see you later. Bye." Allen pressed a button on his phone and put it in the inside pocket of his coat.




The Big Time Pt. 06



"What did she say?"

Allen looked at him with a crooked smile on his face. "She hates you."

More second hand information coupled with more uncertainties. Michael closed his eyes again. 

***

Cocina Roma restaurant.

Eliza walked up to the front desk. The person manning the podium pointed her to the outdoors area of the dining room. Sarah sat at a small table with a glass top, wearing sunglasses and browsing through a menu. She looked up as Eliza came out of the restaurant. Sarah put the menu down and they hugged each other.

"How are you?" asked Sarah.

"Good. You?" replied Eliza.

"Fine." They sat down and picked up their menus. "So uh, I heard you had a little run in with the police a couple days ago."

Eliza raised her eyebrows. "Really? What did you hear?"

"Not much. Someone said you were talking to the police on Fifth Avenue. Then you took a ride in their squad car," answered Sarah. "You're not stealing clothes again, are you?"

"Hey! It was ONE damn time! And I told you, I FORGOT I was wearing it!"

"Okay, I know." Sarah laughed. "If it wasn't that, what was it about?"

"Some guy decided to mess with me," said Eliza. Sarah was one of her best friends, but she was still ashamed about what she did with Michael. Especially since Kirsten had found out. Or maybe because Kirsten had found out.

"Really? Who?"

"I don't know."

Sarah noticed Eliza's slight hesitation. "You don't know?"

"Well it was probably some whacked out fan," said Eliza.

"You'd think a fan would know better than to mess with Faith," said Sarah. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing," answered Eliza quickly. Sarah looked at her strangely. "I mean, I roughed him up a little after he handcuffed himself to me."

"Handcuffs? You're kidding!"

"Nope," said Eliza. "I told you, one whacked out guy."

"What happened to him? I mean I hope the police put him away," said Sarah.

"I'm not sure," said Eliza. "And as long as he stays out of other people's business, I don't care." 

2:02 pm. Suite 9035. Hilton Hotel.

Michael entered his room and went into the bathroom. He filled a cup with tap water and drank it. Then he filled it again and picked up the pharmacy bag. His cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He put the bag down and answered it.

"Hello?" he said tiredly.

"Hi Mike, this is Katie," said Katie. "Where've you been? I've been trying to reach you for the last couple days."

"Um. I've been around, I guess," said Michael. "The 42nd precinct police station, Good Samaritan hospital, the usual LA hangouts."

"What?! Oh my god! Are you okay?" asked Katie worriedly.

"Yeah I'm fine Katie, they said it was just a small concussion,"

"A concussion?! Are you sure you're okay?" asked Katie. Before Michael could answer Katie spoke again. "I'm coming over."

"Katie, you don't have to. It's not like I'm in a wheelchair or anything."

"I'll be there as fast as I can, okay?" Katie hung up.

"Yeah, sure that's okay," said Michael sarcastically to the silence emanating from his phone. All he wanted was to sleep, but now he had to stay awake for Katie. Michael pulled a chair over to the window and placed it directly in line with the sunlight. He plopped down and stared out, hoping the light would keep him awake.

***

Shooting Stars Talent Agency.

Eliza walked through the offices of the agency. She did not acknowledge the secretary as she entered Simon's office. Simon looked up and excused himself from the conversation he was having on the telephone.

"What is so important that I have to skip out on lunch with my friend?" asked Eliza.

"Please sit down," said Simon. Eliza slouched down into one of the chairs facing Simon's desk and picked at her nails. "I'm sorry that I had to call you out of a meal but this is the only available time I have."

"Fine," said Eliza. She unwrapped a piece of gum and flicked the foil into the trash. Eliza stared at Simon as she snapped the gum in her mouth.

"I'm not sure if you know about this, but Michael Torbin is one of my newest clients."

Eliza's chewing paused for a moment, but she quickly resumed. "Oh. What does that have to do with me?"

"I'd like to know what happened yesterday afternoon," said Simon. "If you don't mind telling me, of course."

She straightened herself up in the chair. "What did he say happened?" Simon recounted Michael's tale. "He's lying!"

"What did happen then?"

"I'll tell you what I told the police. He appeared out of nowhere, cuffed himself to me, and tried to drag me away. His story is a bunch of bullshit!"

"You should know that Michael was hurt pretty badly."

Eliza chuckled. "What? All I did was punch him in the nose. Oh yeah, and I kicked him too."

"Not from you Eliza," said Simon. "He was assaulted in the holding cell of the police station. They just released him from the hospital a few hours ago."

Eliza's mood changed noticeably. "What?"

"Apparently he got into a fight over his shoes. He said he got one of them pretty good, but the man's friend blindsided him. He ended up with a concussion and deep bruising on his face and stomach. The police said he could've been killed," said Simon.

She ran her hand through her hair. "I didn't mean for that to happen," she said quietly.

"Pardon?" said Simon as he leaned forward and put his forearms on his desk. 

"Is he okay?"

"He should be fine. But he'll be out of it for a couple days."

Eliza stood up out of her chair. "I have to talk to him. Where is he staying?"

"Eliza, I don't think he wants to see you."

"So what? Tell me where he is!"

"Look, I think it's better if you two stay away from each other. I'm not sure which story to believe. But I do know that Michael was hurt pretty badly and needs his rest okay? If he wants to see you, I'm sure he'll get in contact with you," said Simon.

"You're my agent Simon! You do what I tell you to do, and I want you to tell me where he is." Simon was silent. "Where is he?!"

"Yes I'm your agent Eliza. But I'm Michael's too, and I have to look out for both of you. I don't think it's a good idea for you two to see each other."

"Fine," said Eliza as she sneered at him. "I'm sure you're not the only one who knows where he is." She turned and stomped out of Simon's office.

2:25 pm.

Someone knocked quickly on the door. Michael pulled himself out of the chair and walked over to the door. He peeked through peephole before opening it. Katie gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. 

"Oh my god Mike!" 

"Don't be alarmed Katie, it's not that bad," said Michael.

Katie stepped into the room and shut the door. "You look awful."

"Thanks."

"How do you feel?" asked Katie as she put her purse down.

"Exhausted. Jail house beds aren't particularly comfortable," said Michael as he walked into the bathroom.

"You were in jail?" exclaimed Katie.

Michael picked up the pharmacy bag and the cup of water. "Yeah, it was a, uh, misunderstanding." He sat down at the table and began pulling the bag open.

"Let me get that," said Katie as she took the bag and ripped it open. "What kind of 'misunderstanding' leads to you ending up like this?"

Michael picked up the bottle but Katie snatched it from his hand and opened it for him. "How many am I supposed to take?" asked Michael.

"Take one pill with food every eight hours. *WARNING* May cause drowsiness," read Katie aloud. "A misunderstanding with the police?" 

"Gimme three of them. I feel like sleeping for a day or so."

She dumped a few pills into her palm. "Wait, have you eaten yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Oh. Well then you're not taking these until I get you some food." She put the pills back inside and capped the bottle.

Michael groaned. "It's just a suggestion Katie, not a requirement."

"What if something happens? You're in bad enough shape as it is without adding sickness on top of it," said Katie. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Unconsciousness," said Michael as he reached across the table. "Gimme that bottle."

Katie grabbed the bottle and put it in her purse. "No. I'm worried about you Mike, I don't want anything else to happen to you."

Michael relented. He realized how nice it felt to have someone take care of you when you were down. It was not something he was used to. "Okay, it doesn't matter what it is, go to whatever's closest. Here, take my key in case I pass out or something."

"Alright. I think there's a Burger King around the corner, I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?" She stood up and picked up her purse.

"Wait, I have some cash in the bedroom. Let me grab some," said Michael.

"Mike, I'm going to Burger King," said Katie as Michael walked into the bedroom. 

"Regardless. You remember what I said when we had dinner," said Michael as he rummaged inside his bag.

"Yeah. Don't you remember what I said?"

Michael found the cash and walked out of the bedroom. "Of course, I-" he stopped in mid-sentence and looked around. Katie had already gone.

2:40 pm.

Katie opened the door to Michael's suite. Michael was standing at the window with his arms crossed. She hung her purse on the back of a chair.

"Got the food," said Katie as she held up a greasy bag of fast food.

"That was fast," said Michael as he turned around.

"Burger and fries okay?" asked Katie as she took the food out of the bag.

"Beautiful." Michael unwrapped his sandwich and took a huge bite out of it.

"Hungry?" said Katie with a laugh.

"Starving!" He ate some fries and then sipped his soda.

"If you can, uh, slow down a little bit, maybe you could tell me what happened?" asked Katie.

Michael took another bite of his sandwich and swallowed it. "Hand me those pills first please?"

Katie got the bottle out of her purse and took one pill out of it. She handed it to Michael. He motioned for one more. "Says just one every eight hours."

"Fine." Michael washed it down with his drink. "Okay. Here's what happened."

Katie listened carefully as Michael recounted the events of the last two days, from the lunch with Eliza on. He of course left out the details of his argument with Eliza. "That fucking bitch."

Michael was surprised at her language. "Simon said he was going to talk to her. Once I have 20/20 vision again I'm going to find her and I'm gonna do more than just talk."

"I'm glad I don't even know this girl. Jesus, how the hell could she do that? You could've been killed!" exclaimed Katie angrily. "What the hell is wrong with her?"

"I don't know, Katie."

"That fucking cunt! You know what we should do? We should get her butt thrown in jail for something! I'd like to see what she looks like after some criminal gets through with her!"

Michael found himself letting out a big yawn in the midst of Katie's angry tirade. "I'm sorry, I think the drugs are kicking in." He rubbed the back of his head. There was little pain. "Yep. Definitely kicking in."

"I hope Simon really lets her have it," said Katie. She stood up. "And if he doesn't maybe I will."

"Really?" asked Michael as he tried to stifle his laugh.

"Yeah! I'll kick her butt!" said Katie. "I wish I took the Buffy role, then I would know some karate or something to use on her!"

"You could've been Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. It didn't work out though," said Katie distractedly. She was seething with anger, maybe more so than Michael had been when he realized what Eliza was doing to him. He stood up and headed for the bedroom.

"I can barely keep my eyes open anymore Katie," said Michael. "I need some sleep."

She turned back towards him. "Okay. Want me to tuck you in?" She smiled slightly as the anger in her eyes slowly dissipated. 

"Nah. I can handle that," said Michael. "Unless you really, really want to." He kicked off his shoes and began getting undressed. Michael climbed into the bed.

Katie came into the bedroom and sat next to Michael on the bed. "I'll be back to check on you tonight okay?"

"You don't have to be so doting over me Katie, I'm fine. In a couple days you won't even be able to tell I was in a fight."

"Still…" She leaned down and kissed him. Even though the rest of his face was dulled his lips were certainly sensitive of what was happening. "I'll see you in a little while."

"Bye," said Michael as Katie left the room and shut the lights off. 

12:09 am. Wednesday, June 4.

Michael slowly came around, sleep loosening its grip. He was groggy from his long slumber and he rubbed his head. After sitting up in the bed he turned the lamp on. There was a cup of water and a single pill sitting on his side table. He smiled to himself before taking the pill, shutting the lamp off and putting his head back down on the pillow.

Before he could fall asleep he heard a hard knock on the door to his suite. He slipped out of the bed and walked out of the room without turning the lights on. As he pulled the door open, the bright lights from the hallway blinded him and he turned his head away.

"Did you forget something Katie?" said Michael as he walked back towards the bedroom.

"I didn't forget a thing," said a sultry voice that was not Katie's. The woman shut the door.

Michael stopped and turned around. "Rose?" Shadows blanketed her face and the face of the shorter woman standing behind her.

"You know, Alyssa told me that you weren't gay," said Rose. "In fact, she tells me you went and made a pretty good case for yourself."

"Oh?" said Michael. He could not tell who the other woman was.

"Yeah. That means that the only possible reason for what you did goes out the window," said Rose as she advanced on Michael.

Michael backed away and bumped into the table. He went around to the other side. "Look, I told you why. There's someone else. Someone important to me." 

"Actually, I think you said that you thought that you were involved with someone. Sounds to me like that relationship is on the rocks, don't you think Lyssa?" said Rose as she crossed her arms over her ample breasts and stood in the middle of the room.

"Yeah, doesn't sound like it's going anywhere."

"Alyssa?" said Michael, his back to the windows.

"Yep!" said Alyssa. "Hello again Mike. I tried to convince Rose about you but she wouldn't listen. She insisted on seeing for herself."

"Why are you here then?"

"Wherever Rose goes, fun seems to follow," said Alyssa. "I heard about that little tryst you had with her and Rachael. You've piqued my curiosity."

"That's fascinating," said Michael sarcastically.

Alyssa walked slowly towards him, around Rose. She leaned forward and put her hands on the table, giving Michael a delicious view of her cleavage. "You're telling me that that cute face of yours doesn't want to be right here?"

Michael swallowed. "Apparently you can't see my face very well."

"What?" asked Alyssa, puzzled.

"I think you two should leave."

Rose walked over to the light switch and flipped it. "Oh. He's definitely not very cute anymore Alyssa."

"Are you okay?!" asked Alyssa.

Now that he had a clear view of the two women in his room, his resolve began to waver. Alyssa was wearing a low cut tank top and shorts. Rose had on a skin tight t-shirt and jeans. "Yeah I'm fine."

Alyssa turned to Rose. "Maybe we should go."

"What? Oh please," said Rose. "His face isn't what I'm interested in."

"What ARE you interested in?" asked Michael.

"You owe me."

"For what?" exclaimed Michael. 

"You left me wet and horny that morning. That was not very nice," said Rose.

"If you're telling me that you have trouble finding someone to take care of something like that-"

"I don't!" snapped Rose. "But YOU are the one who denied me. And I ALWAYS get what I want."

"Listen Rose," said Michael. If she was not going to accept the relationship excuse, then he would try something else. "I'm on some pretty powerful painkillers okay? And I just took one, so in a little while I won't be of much use for anything."

"See what I mean?" said Rose to Alyssa as she motioned at Michael.

"Yeah," said Alyssa. She looked back at Michael. "Mike, you'd rather sleep alone, than with us?"

Michael could see his friends yelling obscenities at him for the monumentally stupid moves he was making. Fuck them he thought. His friends were not hated by Kirsten Dunst. His friends did not have Katie Holmes bringing them burgers and fries when they were hungry. Michael ran his hand through his hair and rubbed the lump on the back of his head. "Yes."

Alyssa's jaw dropped. "What?"

"I told you Alyssa, he's so fucking gay," said Rose. She turned around with her hands on her hips.

"Wait a sec, Rose," said Alyssa. "This is interesting."

"What is?" asked Michael.

Alyssa walked up close to Michael. "I've never met a guy who wasn't interested in getting inside my pants the first chance he got."

"You've never met a homosexual before?" inquired Rose.

"Didn't I already get inside your pants?"

"Yeah, but no one's questioning your sexual orientation now."

"I am!" emphasized Rose.

Alyssa pointed at Michael's crotch. "I think that means he's not gay." Michael looked down and immediately covered his erection with his hands. "I think I want him more than I did before."

"No, uh, I don't think you do," said Michael as he looked around for a way out. He focused his thoughts on Katie and her sweet smile, trying to ignore the vixens in his room. He did not want to hurt her. He did not want an exact repeat of what happened with Kirsten.

"Yes I do Mike," said Alyssa. "Rose is not the only one who always gets what she wants."

"Um, that's great but, uh, you should go," said Michael as he stretched his arm out and pointed his finger at the door.

Alyssa moved towards his arm and took hold of his hand. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and wrapped around his finger. "What should we do Mike?" asked Rose as she watched Alyssa lick and suck on Michael's finger.

"Uh oh." It was all Michael could think of saying.

Rose walked forward triumphantly and pushed Michael flat against the windows of the suite. "Damn right, 'uh oh.' Whoever your girlfriend is, she's not going to be happy with you tomorrow morning." For a brief moment Michael could see Katie slapping him and running out of the room crying. But Rose's hand rubbing his cock through his boxers and Alyssa's lips around his finger quickly drew him out of that scene.

Alyssa giggled before slinking to her knees and pulling Michael's boxer shorts down his legs. His erection was at full staff, waiting to be used and abused by whichever female was in the vicinity. Fortunately, that female was Alyssa Milano and she took Michael's cock with her small hands and stroked it lightly. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"She's such a slut, isn't she?" said Rose. She rubbed Michael's chest with her hands and tweaked his nipples. "She loves dropping to her knees and sucking guys off, isn't that right Lyssa?"

Alyssa responded by inhaling Michael's cock into her wide open mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked it hard before letting it go. She bathed Michael's cock with her tongue, making it slick with her saliva. Then she dove in again, jerking and sucking on his cock in earnest. Michael took a deep breath as Alyssa's lipstick began to smear on the wet skin of his weapon.

Michael was almost afraid to look down at Alyssa. The blowjob he was receiving was so well done that watching her do it might send him over the top. "Look at how fucking hot she is Mike. She's just dying to ride your cock," said Rose. Despite himself he glanced down and found himself hypnotized by Alyssa's sultry brown eyes. He could not keep his jaw shut as Alyssa smiled up at him around his cock.

"Better make sure you're all nice and ready." Rose knelt down and joined Alyssa in pleasuring Michael. She wrapped her lips on the side of his dick and moved her head side to side.




The Big Time Pt. 06



Alyssa's mouth released Michael's cock. "Would you like to try some?" she asked with a giggle.

The warmth of Rose's mouth enveloped Michael and he flattened his palms up against the window, trying to support himself. The bliss he was experiencing was hardly tempered by his feelings about Katie, Kirsten, whoever. They did not matter anymore. He knew he was going to regret this, but he was too far gone to do anything but enjoy it.

He felt Alyssa's nose brush against his balls as she got into position to give them a tongue bath. She flattened her tongue and cradled Michael's sack, then flicked them back and forth. Alyssa reached down and unbuttoned her shorts. She tried slipping her hand inside to pleasure herself but the shorts were a little too tight. Alyssa reluctantly straightened up. She pushed her shorts down her hips and smiled at the utter rapture on Michael's face.

"I think you better slow down a little Rose. He looks like he's about to pop,"

Rose's tongue danced around his shaft as she sucked him. She ignored Alyssa's warning, as if daring Michael to come too quickly. Alyssa shrugged and put her tongue back onto Michael's dick. With calculated slowness, the two of them ran their lips and tongues up and down either side of Michael's cock, almost kissing each other over his shaft. At the moment there was nothing sexier about either of them than the tops of their heads. After a few more trips down his shaft they ended at the head, their tongues drawing each other's lips in for a kiss.

"I don't think he'd last very long if we fucked him like this," said Alyssa. She stroked Michael's cock nonchalantly.

"I guess you're right. Stamina would be the most important thing at this point," said Rose as she swirled her tongue around the tip of Michael's cock. Michael might have had something to say if he was not about to shoot his cum halfway across the room.

"You wanna finish him off or should I?" asked Alyssa as if she and Rose had done this a hundred times before.

"He's all yours honey," said Rose.

Alyssa enveloped Michael's cock with her lips and practically formed a vacuum around it. She made sure to lock eyes with Michael as she sucked on his saliva coated cock. Rose fingered his balls as Alyssa used both of her hands to jerk Michael's cock. Michael could feel his orgasm bubbling in his gut. He took one more glimpse into Alyssa's eyes before his cum launched out of his cock and into the back of her mouth.

She held the tip of his cock between her lips as his balls emptied their load. Her cheeks puffed a little but she quickly swallowed his cum before releasing his dick. "Mmm, tasty," said Alyssa.

Rose laughed and Alyssa chuckled. Michael stepped to the side and fell into a chair. "That was funny?" he asked.

Rose turned to Michael and hopped onto his lap. "Yep. Alyssa likes to swallow. I hate it. Guys can keep their cum to themselves."

Now that Michael was momentarily satisfied, he was again going to try to get these two women out of the room. "You two should leave."

Both of them started laughing again. Alyssa stood up. "If you think you're the only one who gets to have an orgasm tonight, you got another thing coming." Michael's eyes drifted down Alyssa's hard body towards her snatch. Alyssa walked up behind Rose and felt her up.

"Now that you've had your own, you should be able to last long enough for me to have a few," said Rose. Alyssa pulled Rose's shirt over her head. The sight of her round breasts made Michael's limp cock twitch.

"And me too," said Alyssa as she fondled Rose's breasts.

Rose's hands began to work their magic on Michael's cock while Alyssa busied herself with kissing and stroking Rose's body. Even after the mind blowing orgasm he just had, Michael could not tear his eyes from the sight of Alyssa making out with Rose. He reached up and massaged Rose's breasts as his cock rose to full staff.

"He's starting to come around now," noted Alyssa. Michael did not respond. He leaned forward and kissed Rose's breasts. There were too many temptations for him to just say no. He was helpless.

"Mmm, yes he is," agreed Rose. "Better take him to the bedroom." She got off of his lap and led Michael by the cock to the bedroom. Rose wiggled out of her jeans as Alyssa took off her top. Michael simply stood there in a daze. The scorchingly beautiful women before him had fried his brain. They had turned him into a mindless sex toy.

Rose pulled her black thong down her smooth legs and sat on the bed. "Come here Mike." He stepped forward, obeying her command like a dog. She squeezed his cock a few more times before sliding back and lying down. "Give me what's mine, Mike."

Michael knelt on the bed wordlessly and opened Rose's legs. Alyssa sat on the bed behind Rose and cradled her head in her lap. Rose stroked her pussy, opening it slightly to receive Michael. He needed no help as he aimed his cock into Rose and made his way inside her body. Her pussy felt just as hot and wet as it did before. Michael closed his eyes as he fucked Rose with long smooth strokes of his cock.

"Ooh. That's it Mike. Fuck! Just like that!" said Rose.

Alyssa brushed Rose's hair out of her eyes and idly rubbed her thumb on the side of Rose's face. Michael looked up and kissed Alyssa as he pounded Rose's pussy. He moved down to kiss Alyssa's breasts but Rose grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled his lips to hers. After the lip lock she held his face just inches from hers. The desire in her dark eyes made him thrust harder and faster, he forgot all about Alyssa as he lost himself in Rose.

Alyssa noticed how into each other Michael and Rose were at the moment. Rose's characteristic dirty talk was strangely stifled. The only sounds coming from her were steady grunts of pleasure. Michael was really giving her a good rutting. Alyssa was dying for her turn.

"Fuck. Oh yeah Mike! Just a little faster!" cried out Rose. Michael eagerly complied without missing a beat. Alyssa desperately wanted to masturbate but Rose's body was in the way. The scene playing out in front of her was making her hotter and hotter.

As she played with her breasts Alyssa whispered to herself, "Hurry up Mike, oh god hurry up."

Rose finally blinked. Her eyelids fluttered as she dug her nails into Michael's back, her orgasm cascading over her body and all over Michael's cock. Her hips bucked hard into Michael's and he found himself having his second orgasm of the night, spilling a torrent of cum inside Rose's gasping pussy. The two of them froze in their positions for a few moments, staring into each other's eyes as they tried to catch their breath. Alyssa had no patience for that.

"Rose! What the hell did you do that for?!" asked Alyssa, annoyed. Rose did not answer. "Rose!"

Rose looked up at her. "Hey, it's not my fault he came before you had your turn. It's his."

"Of course it's your fault!" Michael slowly pulled himself out of Rose and fell to the side. "Mike, you're not falling asleep until I'm done with you.

"Fine," replied Michael tiredly. "What's one more infidelity to add to the pile? I'm fucked either way. Literally."

"Oooh, it's a good thing you didn't make him pass out Rose!"

"I wonder what we should do to get him hard again?" wondered Rose aloud. She sat up and turned around.

"I know a way," said Alyssa as playfulness returned to her eyes. "But it involves you eating my pussy until I come all over you pretty face."

Rose shook her head. "See, I don't think so. My way involves YOU eating MY pussy until I come all over YOUR pretty face." 

"How about you both do it at the same time?" said Michael as he leaned forward eagerly.

They both pushed him back down to the bed. "You stay out of this," said Rose.

"That's not a bad idea," said Alyssa.

"Fine. But you're on top," said Rose. Rose scooted onto her back as Alyssa maneuvered on top of her, flashing a sexy smile at Michael before Rose grabbed her thighs and pulled her sloppy pussy to her mouth. Alyssa savored the feeling of Rose's agile tongue working her over for a moment before leaning down and tasting Rose's shiny slit.

Michael propped himself up to watch the two TV witches go at it. Rose pulled Alyssa even closer as she practically devoured Alyssa's pussy. Her tongue swept around and down Alyssa's slit in a frantic attempt to gather every bit of dew it could find. Alyssa had trouble focusing as Rose found her clit and flicked it with her tongue.

"Ahem," said Rose as she stopped licking Alyssa.

"Sorry." Alyssa bent her head down and planted a wet kiss on Rose's pussy. She pulled the lips of her labia apart slightly and slipped her tongue inside Rose's pussy. As she swirled her tongue around she noticed a familiar fluid making its way out of Rose's love canal. The utter nastiness drove her wild and she planted her lips on Rose's cunt and sucked out Michael's cum. Some of his cum leaked out and Alyssa gathered it with her hand. She played and squished Michael's cum between her fingers before she sucked it down. The mixture of Rose's juices and his cum electrified her taste buds.

Rose moaned as Alyssa cleaned out her pussy. Michael took the initiative and quickly began lapping at Alyssa's slit. Moments later Rose recovered and searched out Alyssa's clit again. Considering how shiny Rose's face was, she certainly knew what she was doing, so Michael searched out fresh pastures. He dragged his tongue slowly up her slit until he reached her puckered asshole.

Michael pulled the cheeks of Alyssa's sexy ass apart slightly and rimmed her. Alyssa gasped at the sudden wetness but she quickly got into it as Michael dripped some saliva off of his tongue onto her puckered hole. He pushed the tip of his finger inside her ass, drawing a yelp from Alyssa. Michael's cock was erect and ready to replace that finger.

As Michael licked her ass Alyssa slipped two fingers up Rose's well fucked pussy. She finger fucked her as fast as her position would allow her to while sucking on Rose's clit. Occasionally she would pull her fingers out and taste them, letting Rose's succulent juices run down her chin. But licking Rose's flavor off of her fingers did not compare to drinking from the source. She attacked Rose's clit with her lips and tongue. The eager pair of muscles working her ass and pussy over drove her into a frenzy of cunt licking.

"Oh shit Lyssa! I'm fucking coming!" shrieked Rose. Alyssa's lips never left Rose's pussy as she had another orgasm. As Rose's orgasm slowed down she immediately went back to Alyssa's pussy, and Michael continued to lick and finger her asshole. Alyssa was hard pressed to contain her orgasm, and she shrieked with bliss as it rippled through her body.

Once it was over Alyssa looked over her shoulder at Michael, her face smeared with pussy juice and a little bit of his cum on her chin. Michael's cock bobbed involuntarily at the sight, and he got into position to fuck Alyssa's ass. 

"I'm dying to fuck your ass Alyssa," said Michael.

She smiled at him. "What's stopping you?"

Michael took a deep breath and gently inserted his cock into Alyssa's anus. Alyssa turned her head back and relaxed her anal muscles. He found himself sliding into her hot tunnel with a certain ease. Probably the ease of experience on Alyssa's part. Rose seemed content to watch from her position while occasionally swiping Alyssa's clit with her tongue.

He gripped her small hips and fucked her slowly, trying to savor the feeling of Alyssa's tight ass around his cock. Alyssa threw her hair back over her head and supported herself on her hands. "Come on Mike. Fuck me like you mean it!"

Michael upped his pace considerably. If she wanted it hard and fast, she was going to get it hard and fast. He made sure that every stroke was long before he slammed it home as hard as he could. Alyssa's moans were loud enough to be heard from other rooms. In fact, the sound of flesh slapping together could probably be heard from other rooms. 

It was not long before Alyssa had a shuddering orgasm from Michael's frenetic fucking. But, like Rose had said earlier, stamina was the most important thing. Michael had enough stamina to last him through the night. His previous orgasms gave him near complete control over his cock. As long as Alyssa could take it, he was going to pound her ass.

Rose was getting pretty bored by the time the tenth minute of anal sex had rolled around. Alyssa was in too much rapture to think about anyone's pleasure but her own, so Rose slid out from under them and walked into the bathroom. By the time she finished brushing her teeth with Michael's toothbrush Alyssa had had enough.

"Fuck Mike! It's too much, I can't take anymore!" cried out Alyssa moments after she had another orgasm.

Michael wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. "I'm about to come!" He gritted his teeth and plowed into her three more times before he announced his orgasm with a savage bellow of pleasure. The last of the cum in his aching balls spilled into Alyssa's bowels and she put her head down onto the bed, gasping with exertion. He fell forward onto her small body and lavished kisses on her neck and back.

Rose reentered the bedroom. "I leave for ONE minute and you have your orgasm?" she said jokingly.

Michael pulled himself out of Alyssa and lay on the bed. "Sorry." The orgasms brought on a drowsiness that was only exacerbated by the painkiller that was starting to kick in.

Alyssa flopped backwards onto the bed next to Michael. "Wow. That was a doozy."

"That sounded like a couple of doozy's." Rose walked around the bed. "Well Mike, if you're-"

"I think he's sleeping," said Alyssa. Passed out was more like it. Michael was sleeping soundly in the middle of the bed.

"What? Already?"

"He's not Superman Rose," said Alyssa with a yawn. "Besides, this bed does feel really comfy at the moment."

"Hmph. No one ever keeps up with me," said Rose.

"Nobody can keep up with you Rose," said Alyssa. She adjusted herself into a comfortable position on the bed. "I'm beat. If you wanna leave that's okay but I'm not driving home tonight."

There was ample room on the king size bed for Rose to slip into. She walked out of the room and turned the lights off. "I'll stay too. I think I'll be getting that shower fuck I didn't get the last time I was here."

11:58 am.

It was a bit warm under the blankets. Michael pushed the sheets off of himself but that did not cool him off very much. He looked to his left and saw Alyssa huddled close to him, holding his arm and her head on his shoulder. On his right, Rose lay on her side facing him, near enough where he could feel the soft streams of air from her light breathing on his body. 

He was desperately in need of a shower. Michael carefully extracted himself from the sleeping beauties and grabbed some fresh clothes. He made sure to lock the bathroom door before getting into the tub. As he went through his routine Rose woke up and rubbed her eyes. Alyssa yawned as she noticed Michael's absence.

Alyssa noticed the noise coming from the bathroom. "I could use a shower right now."

"Me first Alyssa. He owes me that," said Rose as she got off the bed.

"Everybody owes you something," said Alyssa as she put her head back down.

Rose walked over to the bathroom door and tried to turn the knob. "He locked it? Jeez what IS Mike's problem?"

Alyssa chuckled. "Just let him take a shower in peace Rose." She heard someone knocking on the suite door. "Probably the maid. I'll tell her to leave." Alyssa got up and put on a bathrobe lying on the floor near the bed. She walked over to the suite door and looked through the peephole. "Uh oh." Katie knocked again before she reached inside her purse and dug around for the room key. Alyssa spun around and ran back into the bedroom. She quickly began gathering their clothes. 

"What's wrong?" asked Rose

"Shit! Katie Holmes is at the door!" whispered Alyssa frantically.

"So?"

"That's probably his girlfriend Rose! She's gonna be pissed if she sees us here!" Alyssa looked around for place to hide.

"She's not his girlfriend, Kirsten Dunst is his girlfriend."

They heard the sound of a keycard slipping in and out of the reader on the door. "Then why does she have a key?!"

"Okay, maybe I'm wrong," said Rose. Alyssa tossed their clothes into the closet. She yanked out Michael's bag and went inside. "I am NOT hiding in a closet like some teenager hiding from his girlfriend's dad!"

Alyssa popped out and grabbed Rose. "Yes you are!" She yanked her forward and they stuffed themselves into the closet and shut the door. "Shh!"

Katie entered the room and put her purse down on the table. She entered the bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door.

"I'll be out in a sec Rose!" said Michael.

"What?" asked Katie. "Mike, it's Katie."

OH SHIT! thought Michael. He rinsed himself off quickly and turned the shower off. "Oh. Hi Katie!" Michael got out of the shower and dried himself off. After cinching the towel around his waste he opened the door quickly.

"Hi!" said Michael nervously as he looked past Katie at the empty bedroom.

Katie looked over her shoulder and then back at Michael. "Hi. Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Much better. The drugs worked like a dream," said Michael.

Katie reached up and caressed his face. "You look better too. Your face isn't nearly as puffy as it was before."

"Really?" asked Michael. He saw his duffel bag lying next to the closet door.

"Yeah. Look in the mirror."

Michael turned around and wiped the steam off the mirror. The swelling had gone down considerably. He felt the back of his head. The lump was half the size it was before. Whatever Dr. Cotlon had prescribed for him had definitely hit the spot. But his appearance was not his immediate concern. He had to get Katie out of the room. 

Katie held up a Subway bag. "I brought lunch."

Michael seized the opportunity. "Thanks, but how about we go out for lunch? I could use a little sun," said Michael. "Just give me a sec to get dressed?"

"Okay." Katie went into the living area and put the bag down on the table. Michael got dressed as quickly as he could.

"Let's go!" said Michael. Katie picked up her purse and they left the room.

A few minutes later Rose shifted in the closet, knocking some of the hangers around. "Look, they're gone! Let's get out of this damn closet!"

"Fine fine." Alyssa slid the door open and stumbled out. Rose followed.

"I don't understand what your problem is. I would have loved to have a shot at Katie Holmes," said Rose.

"Rose, if she saw us here then she would have broken up with Michael."

"So? Think she'd mind letting us ease her pain?"

"Yeah, like she'd even want to look at us, the two women who spent all night fucking her boyfriend," said Alyssa.

"It'd be a challenge."

Alyssa sighed. "What if Michael was serious about her? Do you really want to hurt him like that?"

Rose sat down on the bed. "No. But if he was serious about her he would have thrown us out at first sight last night."

"Oh come on Rose. You know he had no choice."

Rose grinned. "I know. But he wouldn't be down for too long with me around."

"I'm sure he wouldn't," said Alyssa. She began to get dressed. "Come on, we better get out of here."

1:12 pm.

After a nervous lunch with Katie, Michael headed back to his hotel room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that Alyssa and Rose had left the room. A note was on the table along with a few bread crumbs.

"Thanks for lunch Katie," read Michael aloud. "Rose" was signed with a flourish across the bottom of the note. He crumpled it up and threw it into the trash. Michael had to make sure that Katie never found out about the events of the night before. He took his phone out and was about to dial Alyssa when it began vibrating in his hand.




The Big Time Pt. 07



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Chapter 7: The Premiere

6:41 pm. Friday, June 6. Mann Bruin Theater. Los Angeles, California.

A group of young teenage girls screamed and pointed at Michael and Love. Michael smiled and waved but the group completely ignored him. Love walked over to them, pulling Michael along. She shook hands with a few of them and signed a few autographs while Michael stood a step behind with his hands clasped behind his back. He turned and scanned the crowd of people on the red carpet. There were some famous faces but none as cute as Kirsten's or as sultry as Eliza's. Michael sighed with relief and turned back to watch Love.

"Can I take my picture with you?!" asked one of the girls. Love nodded and the girl posed excitedly next to her.

"Oh my god! Look! It's Freddie Prinze, Jr.!" shrieked another.

Their attention diverted, Love stepped back next to Michael. "How do you handle stuff like that?" asked Michael.

"You get used to it," said Love. She looked over her shoulder and saw Sarah with her husband Freddie. "Sarah!" she called out. Michael adjusted his tie and stood up extra straight. Sarah's first impression of Michael was not very pleasant but they had obviously settled their differences. 

"Hi Love," said Sarah as she and Freddie walked up to them. Sarah looked at Michael. "You're here?"

"You know this guy?" said Freddie. Sarah nodded.

"You do?" asked Love.

Freddie extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Freddie Prinze, Jr."

Michael shook it. Apparently Freddie could not recognize Michael's face when it was not covered in bruises. "I know. I've seen few of your movies. My name is Michael."

"Oh really? Which ones?" asked Freddie. Michael cleared his throat. He had never had the stomach to sit all the way through one of Freddie's movies and remembering titles was like remembering the specific dates he had went to the dentist. 

"How do you know Mike?" interjected Love.

"I met him through Eliza," said Sarah. She eyed Michael. "Why is he here?"

"He's my escort," said Love.

"Oh. How nice," said Sarah. She pulled Love to the side, leaving Michael to his own defenses against Freddie. "He hasn't tried anything has he?"

"Nope. I'm kinda hoping he will," said Love as she glanced over at Michael looking very uncomfortable talking to Freddie.

"If he does, tell me all about it, okay?"

"Of course, you know I always do," said Love.

"Be careful too, I don't want you to get hurt or anything."

"What do you mean?" asked Love. "He's not crazy or anything is he?" 

"Oh no, no he's not." Sarah saw Michael and Freddie walking over to them and leaned in closer to Love. "I meant muscle pulls, rug burn, things like that," said Sarah with a wicked smile.

Love's jaw dropped in shock. "What?"

"I'll tell you about it later."

"You are so bad!" 

"Hey Love, I think they want more pictures," said Michael.

"Okay. I'll see you after the movie Sarah," said Love. Sarah smiled and nodded at Michael and walked off with Freddie. Love hooked her arm around Michael's. Sarah's little innuendo made Michael even more intriguing. "Let's really give them a reason to take a picture." She reached up and put her arm around Michael's neck.

"Huh?" said Michael. Love pulled him down and kissed him on the lips. The number of flashbulbs popping doubled. "What was that for?"

"Just for being a gentleman," said Love. 

After a few more minutes of posing they entered the theater. "So do they actually show the movie?" asked Michael.

"Yeah, but they have to wait for all the A-listers first. Let's go mingle," said Love. They went around shaking hands with movie industry people, mostly low level producers and directors. Michael met a few celebrities like Jason Biggs and Katherine Heigl. He saw Ali Larter enter the lobby of the theater with Katie Holmes.

"Will you excuse me for a sec Love?" asked Michael. He walked over Katie and Ali. "Hi Katie."

"Hey Mike," said Katie. They hugged each other. "This is Ali Larter. Ali, this is Mike."

"Hi," said Michael. "We spoke on the phone right?"

"Yeah we did, right Katie?" said Ali as they shook hands. Katie jabbed her with her elbow. She whispered to Katie, "THIS is the guy? What were you thinking?"

"Shut up," whispered Katie back. She looked back at Michael. "So where's Jennifer Love Hewitt? I want to see how tall she is."

"She's just over there," said Michael. He waved Love over. "Where's your date?"

"I'm right here," said Ali.

Michael cocked his head at Katie. "I thought we agreed on someone uglier than me."

"She's shorter," offered Katie.

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Ali.

Love made her way to the group and stood next to Michael. "Hi," she said to Katie and Ali.

"Nice to see you again Jennifer," said Katie. 

"Likewise," said Ali.

"Yeah, it's been a while," said Love. "And call me Love." She hooked her arm with Michael's again, much to Katie's displeasure.

"So Mike," said Katie as she eyeballed Love. "How was the first trip down the red carpet?"

"Not as bad as I thought it was going to be," said Michael as he glanced down at Love and then back at Katie.

"Most things aren't," said Ali. She noticed Love's closeness to Michael too. "Say, Mike, how come you didn't come with your girlfriend?"

"Simon got to me before Katie did," said Michael. "He set it up." Love looked at Katie who had crossed her arms across her chest.

Love blushed in embarrassment and let go of Michael's arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"I'm sure Michael must have mentioned it," said Katie.

Love looked at Michael. He looked like a deer in headlights. "Oh he did, he did. He's just such a charming guy." Katie glared at Michael. "But he's not charming, no, he's nice but, he uh, never made a move or anything, yeah," said Love quickly.

"Right," said Ali with a touch of sarcasm. "I'm going to the ladies room."

"I'll go with you," said Love. She followed Ali.

"Nothing happened, we just talked," said Michael. 

"Right," said Katie. "Would you excuse me? I have to use the restroom too."

Michael let out a small sigh. "No problem," he said. He looked around for a friendly face or someone he knew. Finding neither, Michael slowly made his way to the wall and set up camp.

Katie found the bathroom and walked in. Love was fixing herself up in the mirror while Ali was in one of the stalls. She walked right behind Love and then to the side of her. "Um, hi Katie."

"Just how 'charming' was Michael?" asked Katie.

"He's a very nice guy," said Love. "You're very lucky."

"How nice?" said Katie.

"I don't know, nice, not much else to say." said Love. "We just rode in a limousine and talked for a little while."

"The last time Katie was in a limo with Mike they did more than talk," said Ali from inside the stall.

"Shut up Ali," said Katie. "You didn't try anything did you?"

Love became annoyed. "What? I just met him. What do you think I am?"

"Oh I don't know," said Katie sarcastically. "A slut?"

"What is your problem?" asked Love as she turned towards Katie. "I don't have sex in limousines with guys I just met. Unlike some people apparently."

"Ooh, are you going to take that from her Katie?" said Ali, still in the stall.

"Like you could if you wanted to," fired Katie.

"Please," said Love as she put her lipstick back in her purse. "Like he wouldn't want a ride in a 

Porsche after driving a Pinto."

"Ouch!" said Ali.

"Jesus, Ali would you shut up?" said Katie. "You know what Love? Give your 'ride' to someone else. Stay away from him." She turned her back and left the bathroom.

Love put her hands on her hips. She hated fighting with people. Anger was not suited to her usually sunny demeanor. "That Porsche crack was pretty funny," said Ali. Love narrowed her eyes and looked back at the stall. She would have retorted if she did not have to find and apologize to Katie. Love picked up her purse and walked out of the bathroom.

The crowd in the theater was steadily growing larger. Katie stood on her toes as she looked around for Michael. Love spotted her and walked up behind her. "Katie, I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. I hate getting off on the wrong foot with people. I don't want you to be angry with me."

Katie turned around. "I'm not angry at you Jennifer."

"Please, call me Love."

"Fine, Love," said Katie. "I'm sure you understand my position."

"Absolutely," said Love. "Katie, really, nothing happened. We made small talk and posed for a few pictures." She suddenly remembered the kiss she had given him. "Oh yeah. Um. There's one little, teeny thing."

"What is it?" asked Katie.

"Um, I gave him a little peck."

"What?" asked Katie suspiciously.

"It was just a tiny little kiss, it was nothing!" insisted Love. "It was just a spur of the moment type thing, it was meaningless!"

Katie turned around in disgust and began looking for Michael again. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Oops," said Love to herself.

Michael was content to stand against the wall and eyeball the faces walking around the room. He spotted Anna Faris, Gretchen Mol, and Kate Bosworth among the people milling about. Michael was so busy ogling the crowd that he did not notice the attractive blonde heading straight for him.

"Well well well look at the sharp dressed man."

Michael stopped looking. He blinked slowly as he turned his head to address the voice. "Thanks Elisha. You're too kind."

"So how's your life going? Good?" asked Elisha sarcastically.

"What do you care?"

Elisha touched her chest in mock outrage. "Why Mike of course I care. But I know someone who doesn't."

"Good for you."

"But not good for you."

"Elisha what is your problem? You got what you wanted. Why don't you just leave me alone?" said Michael.

"Well duh, that's no fun."

"I'm not here to be your fucking entertainment," said Michael as he looked around for Katie.

"On the contrary," said Elisha. "You wouldn't like me crying rape after the way you treated me last week."

Michael snapped his eyes back on Elisha. "What did you say?"

"You heard me," said Elisha. "Now dance!" She laughed at him.

Michael grabbed her arm and pulled her over to an unoccupied corner of the theater. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't rape you."

"That would be up for debate, wouldn't it?"

"No it wouldn't because I didn't rape you. You threw yourself at me."

"You wish," said Elisha. She put a terrified expression on her face. "I don't know why I didn't come forward before, I thought he was going to hurt me again. It was so scary!"

The performance was enough to scare Michael into letting go of Elisha's arm for fear of giving her more ammunition. "You're insane. Stay away from me."

"No no stay away from me!" cried out Elisha. "Someone help me!" Michael backed away and walked off quickly. Elisha laughed to herself.

As he was hurrying through the crowd he bumped into Mila Kunis. "Oh excuse me," said Michael without looking up.

"Hi Mike!" said Mila.

"Oh. Hi Mila," said Michael. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, how are you?"

"Better," lied Michael.

"Better?"

"I mean good. I'm fine," said Michael. "Have you seen Katie Holmes anywhere?"

"Yeah I think so," said Mila. "She's just over there." Mila pointed out over the crowd.

"Thanks," said Michael as he walked away.

Mila continued shaking hands and making small talk when Elisha approached her. "Hi Elisha, I thought you weren't coming."

"My plans for tonight fell through, so I decided to come," said Elisha. "You wouldn't happen to have seen Michael Torbin around, have you?" 

"Michael? Yeah I just talked to him," said Mila. "What do you want with him?" 

"Do you know where he went?" asked Elisha.

"He said he was looking for Katie Holmes."

"Oh really?" The wheels turned in Elisha's head. "I guess I'll find him later then. Who did you come with?"

Michael found Katie looking around with Love standing behind her, trying to talk to her. "Is something wrong Katie?" asked Michael.

"Yes!" snapped Katie. "You kissed her?!" 

"What?" exclaimed Michael.

"How could you kiss her?!"

Love stepped between them. "Hold on Katie, look he didn't do anything. It was just a tiny little hello type kiss!"

"Love, what did you say to her?" asked Michael.

"She said enough," interjected Katie. "Is our relationship meaningless to you?!"

"I just said that I gave you a little kiss," said Love sheepishly.

Katie pushed Love out of the way. "How could you do that?"

"Katie, it was nothing. You're making too big a deal out of this!"

"What's going on?" asked Ali as she approached the group.

"Nothing," said Katie, fuming. "Let's go sit down." She turned her back to Michael and walked away quickly. Ali jogged to catch up.

"Thanks Love," said Michael exasperatedly. "Thanks a lot."

"I'm sorry Mike," said Love as she looked at the floor. She felt terrible now.

"It's okay, it's not your fault," said Michael. "I should've told you I was involved with someone. Boy is she going to love it when she sees the picture."

Love looked up at him. "She's going to hate it."

"I know," said Michael. "I'm a little surprised how she reacted." Shocked was more like it. Katie looked as furious as she did when she found out what Eliza had done to him.

"If you don't want to sit next to me-"

"No Love, of course I still want to sit next to you," said Michael. "I think I should let her cool off anyway."

"Okay," said Love. "Um, the movie is going to start soon. Do you want popcorn or anything? My treat."

"No thanks. I'd be too afraid of making a mess of these clothes," said Michael. "They're not even mine."

Love giggled. "I know how you feel." They walked side by side into the screening room, Love keeping her hands to herself.

8:51 pm.

Katie rushed out of the theater just before the credits began to roll. She was not able to enjoy the movie at all. Instead of letting her eyes glaze over and absorb the loud noises and colorful vehicles, she brooded over the kiss Love shared with Michael. Every time Ali tried to whisper some wisecrack about Paul Walker to her, Katie seemed to get more irritated. She knew that Ali just wanted to make her feel better but silly jokes were not what she wanted.

"Katie, hold on," said Ali as she stopped Katie outside the theater near the limousines. "Where are you going?"

"Home, Ali. I'm not in the mood for a party."

"Okay. I'll go with you," said Ali.

"I'd rather be alone Ali," said Katie.

"Oh come on Katie, don't tell me you've outgrown badmouthing guys with your friends."

Katie scratched her head. "No. I haven't." The driver opened the door to the limousine and Katie stepped inside.

"Great!" said Ali. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. "Time to call in the troops."

Katie's hand reached out and grabbed Ali's hand. "No reinforcements, please?"

"Aww come on," whined Ali. Katie shook her head. "Fine." 

The lights slowly brightened in the theater. A thumping techno beat was pumped through the theater's sound system as the screen faded to black. 2 Fast 2 Furious was enjoyable if nonsensical and mindless. Michael and Love were sitting fairly close to the screen. He turned his head and saw that only half of the pre-show crowd had stayed to watch the film. Love noticed him examining the crowd.

"People mostly come to be seen," said Love. "They leave as soon as the press leaves."

"So that means no cameras and shrieking teenagers as we're walking out?"

"You got it," said Love.

"Thank god," said Michael. He inspected the remaining crowd for Katie or Ali, but they had apparently already left. "Guess Katie is already gone." Michael dialed Katie's cell phone but got the voicemail. "I don't suppose you know Ali Larter's cell phone number?"

"Nope. Sorry," said Love.

Michael sighed. "She probably doesn't want to see me anyway."

They stood in the aisle for a few awkward seconds. "Going to the post-premiere party?" asked Love.

"Party?"

"Yeah, it's the party the studio holds after one of their big ticket movie opens. It's at some club in downtown LA," said Love. "Maybe that's where Katie is."

He had nothing better to do tonight and Katie's odd jealousy was making him think twice about their relationship. "Open bar?"

Love laughed. "Yep."

"I'm there."

9:23 pm. Twilo.

Twilo was a posh, newly constructed club. It was high quality, high class, and packed to the brim with people. Michael and Love entered the VIP section where most of the movie industry people were hanging out. Love spotted Sarah sitting at a private booth on a half-circle leather couch along with her husband, Emma Caulfield and Amy Acker. The music was loud enough that Love had to shout to get Sarah's attention.

"Hey Sarah!" said Love.

"Hey Love!" said Sarah. "Hi Mike."

"Sarah," said Michael as he nodded at her. 

Freddie saw the way they looked at each other and became suspicious. "What's up Mike?" said Freddie.

"Not much Freddie," said Michael without looking at him.

"Mike, this is Amy Acker and Emma Caulfield," said Sarah. "Guys, this is Michael Torbin."

"Hi, nice to meet you," said Amy.

"Hello," said Emma.

"Mind if we join you?" asked Love.

"Not at all," said Sarah. She nudged Freddie to move over.

"Honey, there's not enough room, quit pushing," said Freddie. Sarah continued to slide over, eventually leaving Freddie with about six inches of leather to sit on. 

"Pile in," said Sarah.

Michael sat down and Love squeezed in next to him. He was sandwiched between her and Emma, with Amy, Sarah, and Freddie rounding out the other side. A waitress stopped by and dropped off six glasses of champagne. Love asked her for a Diet Pepsi.

"You don't like champagne either?" asked Michael.

"Love doesn't like alcohol at all," said Sarah.

"Really?" asked Emma.

"That's not true!" said Love. "I like alcohol just fine. I just can't hold it very well."

"Well then send that glass over here," said Emma. "Amy will down it for you."

"No I won't!" said Amy. "This is already my third one. You drink it."

"Come on Love," said Emma, who had already finished her glass. "This isn't strong stuff, you can handle one glass."

"Love isn't kidding," said Sarah. "You don't want to see how giggly she can get after a couple drinks." 

"I wanna see how giggly she gets," said Michael. "Just one drink?"

"You sound just like the guy she lost her virginity to," said Sarah. The group laughed as Love kicked her from under the table. "OW!"

"Shut up Sarah!" said Love. She looked at Michael. "I don't like champagne."

"Fine," said Emma. "Hey Freddie, how about getting us some drinks from the bar?"

"The waitress will be around again soon," said Freddie.

"Oh come on Freddie," said Sarah. "I don't want to wait for her."

He sighed audibly. "Fine, what do you guys want?" asked Freddie.

"You know what I like," said Sarah.

"Nothing for me," said Amy.

"Get me a Black Russian and a Long Island Iced Tea for the lightweight," said Emma. "Mike?"

"Screwdriver." Freddie walked off. "Actually, hold on." Freddie stopped. "Make it a Budweiser." 

"What's a screwdriver?" asked Love.

"A tool," said Emma.

"Vodka and orange juice," said Michael. He then turned to Emma. "That was so weak."





The Big Time Pt. 07



"Sue me," said Emma.

"How'd you two meet?" asked Amy.

"Our agent set it up," said Love.

"Oh. So you're not together?" asked Emma.

"No," said Love.

Michael felt a hand on his leg. He looked down and followed the arm up to Emma. "How many drinks have you had?"

"Just this champagne," said Emma.

"She's lying," said Sarah.

"Yeah, she's had a few since we got here," said Amy.

Her hand moved straight for Michael's crotch. "That would explain that," said Michael.

"Explain what?" asked Love. Then she looked at his lap. "Emma! What are you doing?! He has a girlfriend you know!"

"So?" said Emma. She found his cock and gave it a squeeze making Michael jumped in his seat. "That feels nice."

"Whoa Emma, you have no sense of personal space do you," said Michael as he adjusted himself in his seat and grabbed Emma's hand.

"No sense of shame is more like it," said Sarah.

"Maybe I should go help Freddie with the drinks," said Michael. Love stood up and let Michael out of the booth.

"Jeez Emma! You've known him for five minutes and you're already grabbing his crotch?"

Michael made his way towards the bar where he saw Freddie talking to Colin Farrell. The drinks were sitting on top of the bar. Colin was laughing and Freddie looked angry.

"You were in Summer Catch? Hahaha!" said Colin in his normal, Irish accented voice. "My god that was a piece of trash!"

"All I wanted to say was how much I like your work," said Freddie. "Laugh it up. We'll see who the better actor is." Colin burst out laughing again. Freddie became even more rattled. "I have to get these drinks back to my wife." He picked up three of the drinks and walked away, leaving Michael's behind. Even if Michael agreed with Colin, that was no reason to practically bring Freddie to tears.

"Yeah right! Run home to the little missus, don't want to keep her waiting!" said Colin. Michael walked up to the bar and picked up his drink. Cameron Diaz came up next to Colin and tapped him on the shoulder. "Oh hey Cam, I was just getting your drink." Michael snickered. "What the hell are you laughing at?" said Colin as he turned and faced Michael.

"At least it's his wife that's telling him what to do," said Michael. "It looks like your girlfriend has you wrapped around her finger already."

"Oh really? Who the fuck is here with you?" said Colin. "Come to think of it, who the fuck are you?"

Michael looked down at the half empty frilly pink drink in Colin's hand. "Someone who can't handle manly drinks like that."

Colin slammed the glass on the bar. "Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Colin come on," said Cameron as she put her hand on his wrist.

"This is her fucking drink! Not mine!"

"Hey man, I don't judge guys by what they drink," said Michael. "Pussy little drinks like that are fine if that's the way you are."

"Oh and your beer is real fucking manly!"

Michael sipped it. "I'm just getting started. It looks like that drink just about finished you off."

"That's fucking it. I can fucking outdrink your ass!" yelled Colin.

"Colin," pleaded Cameron. 

"I would tell you to listen to your girl, but she's already calling the shots anyway, right?" said Michael. "You don't want to get into a drinking contest with me. I'm still in college."

Colin turned to the bartender. "Gimme a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. Cameron, you know the drill." He looked back at Michael. "It's fucking on." Cameron rolled her eyes as Colin grabbed the bottle and Michael picked up the glasses. Colin pulled a small table away from some people and set it up in the middle of the VIP area. Michael dragged over two stools and they sat facing each other.

"This is really good," said Love as she drank her Long Island Iced Tea. "Kind of fruity."

"There's a ton of alcohol in that, Love," said Sarah. "It's not actually iced tea."

"Really?" said Love as she sipped the last drops of the drink out of the glass. "It's still good." 

"Want another one?" asked Emma. Emma was a bit of a joker; she wanted to see Love get drunk. 

Sarah noticed a crowd begin to gather near the bar. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure," said Love.

"Let's go find out," said Emma.

"I think I'll just wait here," said Amy.

"Yeah me too," said Freddie.

Emma, Love and Sarah pushed their way to the front of the crowd and were very surprised to see Cameron Diaz standing next to a table with Michael on one side and Colin Farrell on the other. "Okay, here's the rules," said Cameron. "We'll count to three, and you both take a shot. If you puke first, you lose. If you pass out first, you lose. If you can't match the shot, you lose. Got it?"

"What's the prize?" asked Michael.

"You'll see," said Cameron with a mischievous grin.

"No he won't because he'll have his head in a fucking toilet puking his brains out by the time I'm through with him," said Colin.

"Mike, what are you doing?" asked Love.

"Nothing yet," said Michael. "But I'm about to drink my Irish buddy here under the table." 

"Are you sure about that?" asked Sarah. "It looks like Colin has done this before. A lot."

"Don't worry about me Sarah. I know what I'm doing," said Michael. He looked up at Cameron. "Let's do it."

Cameron poured a pair of shots. "1...2...3!" The two glasses were raised and slammed to the table. She quickly refilled them. "1...2...3!" Up and slam. "1...2...3!" Up and slam. "1...2...3!" The crowd began counting along and cheering every drink.

"Hey Elisha, let's go see what's going on," said Mila. 

Elisha picked up her drink. "Okay." They went over to the crowd and pushed their way to the front.

"You okay there little man?" said Colin.

Michael stared Colin straight in the eye, picked up his beer and pounded it. The crowd cheered. "I'm fine. Pour the next one." Colin grabbed the bottle from Cameron angrily and poured the next two shots.

"How many have they done?" asked Mila.

One of the bystanders said, "Five I think."

"A drinking contest with Colin Farrell?" said Elisha. "Mike gets more and more interesting every second." 

***

Katie Holmes's house.

Meanwhile, Katie was having a different sort of contest with Ali. But this was more a battle of wills than a battle of livers. "Pizza," said Katie.

"Chinese," answered back Ali.

"Pizza!"

"Chinese!"

Katie began dialing her phone. "Hey, it's my boyfriend that's the jackass, so I get to choose." Ali rolled her eyes. "Hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery."

Ali leaned back into the sofa and turned the television on. "Three dozen movie channels and nothing is on."

Katie finished ordering and put the phone down. "That Yia-Yia Sisterhood movie is on."

"What are you, gay?" asked Ali with a laugh.

"Gimme that remote," said Katie as she snatched it from Ali's hand. "I'll find something to watch." She began scrolling through the listings on the television screen.

Now was as good a time as any to find out the juicy details of Katie's fight with Michael. "Katie, so what's the deal between you and Mike? Why are you so mad at him?"

Katie muted the television and put the remote down. She turned towards Ali. "Do you wanna know what he did with Jennifer Love Hewitt?"

"He slept with her?"

"No," exclaimed Katie. "He didn't sleep with her. He kissed her."

"What, you mean like they made out?"

"I don't think so, but it's enough that they kissed each other. I mean why the hell would he do that?" said Katie exasperatedly.

"He's an idiot," said Ali. "How did he end up with Love anyway? Why wasn't he with you?"

"I don't know, he said Simon set them up, remember?"

Ali kicked off her shoes. "Are you sure about that?"

"What?" asked Katie.

"Maybe Love isn't the only girl he's been kissing behind your back."

"You think he's messing around?" asked Katie.

"You never know," said Ali. "I mean he seemed to work his magic pretty quick on you."

"But he was such a sweet and considerate-"

"Exactly. That must be his M.O."

"M.O.? You've been watching too many cop shows," said Katie. "Look, I don't think he's sleeping with Love. She was the one who told me about the kiss."

"Sure it wasn't because she found out about you?"

"I don't think he's sleeping with her. I mean, she claimed the kiss was totally innocent."

"Well then what are you worried about? If she says it was nothing..."

Katie sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's because he shouldn't have been with her in the first place. He should've told Simon about us."

"Eh, what are you gonna do? Guys suck," said Ali. "They can't appreciate what they have."

"Can't or don't?" asked Katie.

"Can't."

"I'm not so sure Mike falls into that category."

"He's got a dick, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Then you're gonna have to learn to deal with the bonehead stuff he's going to do," said Ali. "If you can't, well, you're SOL."

Katie looked over at Ali. "What is it with you and abbreviations?"

"What is it with you and your insane jealousy problems? It was just a kiss."

"I don't know," groaned Katie. "I don't know why I'm so mad with him." She flopped down onto the couch.

Ali looked at the television. "Ugh. Will you please change the channel?"

9:41 pm.

 The bottle was empty and both men were still standing. Or rather, they were still sitting, although both were showing obvious signs of drunkenness. Cameron went back to the bar and picked up a bottle of tequila. "I don't know how the hell you two drank that bottle so fast. Maybe we need a change of pace." She poured the tequila. "1...2...3!"

Michael thrust his head back as the tequila tore down his throat. He slammed the glass back onto the table. Colin still hadn't taken his shot. He took a deep breath and then slowly poured the drink into his mouth.Colin wavered on his stool. Cameron poured two more shots.

"Michael doesn't look too good," said Love.

"He shouldn't," said Emma. "The amount he's drank would knock out a horse."

"Colin looks worse. At least Michael doesn't look like he's about to fall out of his chair." 

"Come on Mike! He's almost done! Look! He can't even sit up anymore!" cheered Love.

"Love what are you doing?" asked Sarah.

"I don't want Colin to win. Mike can use a cheering section."

"Are you okay Colin?" asked Cameron.

"Yeaaaaaaahhhhh, suurrrrre, I'm finneeeeee," slurred Colin. He grabbed his drink off the table. Michael unsteadily reached for his.

"Alright, if you say so. 1...2...3!" Up and slam. And thud. Colin's face was flat on the table. Cameron lifted up his head to look at his eyes but they were shut tight. "We have a winner!" She grabbed Michael's hand and lifted it high above his head as the crowd cheered.

"Mike! You did it!" said Love as she grabbed and shook his shoulders.

Emma tapped Love's shoulder. "I wouldn't do that."

"Huh?" said Love.

Michael's head drooped forward and he twitched. Suddenly a torrent of vomit spilled out of his mouth and onto the back of Colin Farrell's head. Love shrieked and jumped backwards as did everyone else in the crowd. Moments later everyone burst out laughing. Michael stood up out of the stool, knocking it to the floor as he heaved another burst of bile all over Colin's head. A couple of bouncers grabbed Michael and Colin and pulled them away so that the mess could be cleaned up.

"That is so disgusting," said Love.

"I told you not to do that," said Emma between laughs.

"Colin is not going to be a happy camper when he wakes up," remarked Sarah.

Cameron rushed over to the bouncer carrying Michael. "Don't throw him out! He's with me. Just bring him to the bathroom okay?" The bouncer nodded and dragged Michael to the restroom. Cameron waited outside the door, the sound of Michael vomiting muffled only slightly.

"Hey Sarah, come on let's go, it stinks in here," said Freddie.

"Oh come on, the night hasn't even started yet," said Emma.

"Fine, but I want to check on Mike first," said Sarah. She walked towards the bathroom with Love following. "Hi Cameron. This is Jennifer Love Hewitt."

"Call me Love," said Love. 

"Hi Sarah," said Cameron. "Hi Love."

"Is Mike in there?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah. He'll be fine-" They heard an especially loud grunt as more vomit spilled into the toilet. "-in a few minutes."

"You know Mike?" asked Love.

"No, but I'd like to congratulate him," said Cameron.

"Hey Sarah, come on!"

Sarah sighed. "Coming Freddie. Nice seeing you Cameron. See you around Love." She walked away from the bathroom towards her husband. 

"Bye," said Love. "I can't believe he was able to drink that much."

"I know, I can't believe it either," said Cameron. "He won't be feeling too good tomorrow."

The door opened suddenly and Michael stumbled out of the bathroom. "Whoa that sucked." He put his arms around Cameron and Love to keep from falling over. 

"Are you okay?" asked Love.

"I think I'm blind."

Cameron nearly fell over as Michael leaned on her. "Come on Mike, stay on your feet."

"Hey look, it's the girl who broke up with my girlfriend." He looked at Cameron. "And MARY!"

"Your breath smells horrible!" said Love as she turned her head away.

"He's also wasted. Let's sit him down," said Cameron. They walked him over to a booth and sat him down. "Did he say you broke up with his girlfriend?"

"I think he meant that I broke the two of them up," said Love. "But I didn't do it on purpose."

"Yes you did, you couldn't keep your hands off me you slut!" said Michael.

Love's face turned red. "Don't call me that Mike."

"Don't take it personally Love," said Cameron. "It's just drunk talk, he doesn't mean it. He doesn't even know he's saying it."

"Okay," said Love warily. "Should we get him some coffee or something?"

"You know that part in that's nothing about Mary where you put that guy's jizz in your hair? That was so fucking funny! How many times did he have to whack off to get that scene right?"

"Coffee doesn't actually do anything. The only way he'll sober up is to let the alcohol pass through his system," said Cameron.

One of the bouncers walked up to the booth. "I'm sorry Ms. Diaz, but the owner wants this man removed from the premises."

"What? You didn't throw out Colin!" said Cameron.

The bouncer shrugged. "I'm sorry but the boss wants him out. You, of course, are welcome to stay."

"If he's going I'm going," said Cameron.

"Me too," piped in Love.

"Fuck you I'm not fucking leaving you fat fuck!" yelled Michael.

The bouncer stepped forward but Cameron jumped in front of him. "We'll take him out, okay?" the bouncer nodded and Cameron and Love dragged Michael through the club and out the door.

"Look at that," marveled Elisha as she watched Michael leaving the club.

"At what?" asked Mila.

"Mike is leaving in a drunken stupor with Jennifer Love Hewitt and Cameron Diaz."

"So?"

"So nothing," said Elisha. "Come on, let's hit the dance floor."

Outside the club Love looked around for her limousine. "Do you need a ride Cameron?" she asked.

"Yeah I do, do you mind? Colin drove me here and I'm not riding back with him," said Cameron. "Especially since he's covered in Michael's vomit."

"I don't mind," said Love as she found her limousine.

"Thanks, I appreciate that," said Cameron. The driver opened the door and they pushed Michael inside.

"Quit shoving!"

Cameron went to the privacy window and told the driver where she lived. She looked back at Michael. "Hey! Stay away from the beer!" Cameron grabbed the freshly opened can from Michael's hand.

"Get your own!"

"Can you keep him back Love?" asked Cameron. Love sat next to Michael and put her arm around him to keep his back flat against the seat. "Thanks." 

With no drink in his hand Michael turned his attentions to Love. "Has anyone ever told you how nice your tits are?" He dropped his hand to her thigh.

"Are you sure he doesn't know what he's saying?" said Love as she pushed his hand away.

Cameron sipped Michael's beer. "Just pray he doesn't try and kiss you," said Cameron with a laugh.

Michael immediately leaned into Love with his mouth causing her to recoil and push him back. "Eww! Stop!"

"You didn't have a problem with kissing me before!" said Michael.

"You weren't drunk out of your mind before!" said Love. "I think it's your turn Cameron!"

Cameron put her beer in a cup holder and moved to the back of the limousine. She pulled a container of Smints out of her purse and pumped five of them into Michael's mouth. "Don't swallow those."

"I never swallow. Do you?" Michael began laughing hysterically.

"Jeez Mike," said Love.

"Wanna find out?" asked Cameron.

"Cameron!" said Love in shock.

"I'd love to find out!" Michael reached for his belt.

Love grabbed his hands. "Michael!"

"Do you wanna go first?" asked Michael.

"Not here Mike," said Cameron. "If you can contain yourself for the rest of the ride, then I'll show you." Love stared at Cameron in surprise.

***

Katie Holmes's house.

"This movie isn't any good. Change it." Ali got up and headed towards the kitchen. "Want something?"

"Grab me a bottle of water?"

Ali came back with a Coke and a bottle of water. She handed the bottle to Katie. "I think it's time to discuss his punishment."

"What?" asked Katie as she twisted the cap off the bottle.

"You have to keep him in line. You can't let him think he can get away with kissing other girls," said Ali. She sipped her Coke. "Unless you're intending to break up with him. But we both know that just might kill him."

"Funny." Katie pushed Ali with her arm. "I'm thinking that cutting him off from the goodies for a little while oughta be enough."

"Oh now that will kill him."

Katie hit her with a couch cushion. "What do you think I should do?"

"Easy. Have a little fun of your own and rub his face in it," said Ali.

"What, like with another guy?" queried Katie.

"Yeah."

"I don't want him to break up with me, Ali," said Katie. "If we're breaking up, it's going to be me with him, not him with me."

Ali scratched her head. "Well, there is another way to do it so that he won't be too mad about it."

"Oh really?" asked Katie. "And how do you propose I cheat on him so that he'll be okay with it?"

"That's an easy answer too." Ali leaned into Katie and kissed her full on the lips.

Katie pushed her away. "What the hell was that?!" 

"Revenge," said Ali matter of factly before she kissed Katie again, this time slipping her tongue inside Katie's mouth.

Katie shoved her away again. "What has gotten into you Ali?!" said Katie as she stood from the couch. 

"Nothing, Katie. I just happen to think you're very, very pretty."

Katie put her hand on her head as her mind raced. "Since when have you, you know, um, liked girls?"

"It's the way I am, Katie. It's not like it's an acquired taste," said Ali. "Actually maybe it is in your case."

"What do you mean, MY case? I don't like girls!" said Katie. 

"I'm kinda hoping you might come around," said Ali. She stood from the couch and advanced on Katie. "Or at least have an open mind?"

"Uhhh, you know I'm not a prude or anything," said Katie as she backed away from Ali. "But this is just too weird."

"Don't you want to have a little fun at Michael's expense?" asked Ali. "He did kiss another girl."

"Not like this! This isn't what I meant!" exclaimed Katie.

"Oh come on," prodded Ali. "Don't tell me you're not curious."

"No! I'm not curious at all!" said Katie as she turned around and walked away into the kitchen. "God Ali why did you do that?"

Ali followed Katie into the kitchen. "You're not mad at me are you?"

Katie rubbed her lips with her fingertips. "What made you think I would be into this sort of thing?" 

"I'm still hoping you might be," said Ali as she came around the counter towards Katie. She did not retreat. "Katie, we've been friends for a long time. I know you as well as anyone. I care about you. A lot. I would never do anything to hurt you."




The Big Time Pt. 07



"But you're willing to risk our friendship?" asked Katie. "Over what? What good is going to come out of this?"

"What good is going to come out of this?" echoed Ali. "I wanted to get closer to you Katie." She took hold of Katie's hands. "That's all I wanted to do." Katie looked down as Ali squeezed her hands gently.

"Ali," said Katie slowly. She looked into Ali's eyes. Ali stepped a few inches closer and kissed Katie softly. There was no recoil this time, no retreat. Yet it was not resignation. It was uncertainty, maybe a little fear, and something Katie did not expect; growing excitement. 

Ali felt Katie begin to kiss back. With more relief than pleasure she smiled and twisted her head slightly to find more of Katie's lips to kiss. She let her hands fall to Katie's hips and pull their bodies closer together. Katie, losing herself in the moment, instinctively put her arms around Ali's neck. Ali took a less aggressive approach with her tongue this time, first opening her mouth a little and lightly dragging it along Katie's lips.

Katie's eyes closed and she let Ali's tongue draw her mouth open. Ali's tongue moved inside and tentatively touched whatever it could touch. Katie relaxed into the kiss even more and actively played with Ali's tongue. The two agile appendages danced and swirled around each other. Then Katie did a little exploring of her own, dipping Ali back a little to gain a better angle into Ali's warm mouth. 

When Katie pulled her lips away from Ali she took a deep breath and looked down. Ali slowly released her and Katie took a step back. She bit her lip and tried to understand the urges running throughout her body. Katie turned around and ran her hand through her hair. The kiss was shocking and calming at the same time. Usually Katie was so nervous during the first kiss that she did not enjoy it. Then again, those were always with men. She had never kissed a woman the way she kissed Ali. She had never gotten so much pleasure out of something so simple.

Ali approached Katie from behind and leaned her nose down into the nape of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of Katie's hair. She dragged the tip of her nose along the side of Katie's face up to her ear where she lightly kissed it. Katie involuntarily closed her eyes as she felt Ali's hands on her stomach, slowly rising up towards her breasts. She let out a soft moan.

Moments later Ali cupped both of Katie's breasts and began squeezing and massaging them. Katie's head fell back onto Ali's shoulder as Ali kissed and sucked on her neck. Ali reached for the bottom of Katie's t-shirt and lifted it. Katie hesitated again and she stopped Ali from getting the shirt any higher than the bottoms of her breasts. She turned and faced her.

"Ali," said Katie. "I don't know..."

"Come on," said Ali. She grasped Katie's hand and led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

10:05 pm. Diaz residence.

 The driver opened the door to the limousine. Cameron and Michael got out. "Coming Love?" asked Cameron.

Love flashbacked to Sarah's words outside the theater. Unless she totally missed the point, Sarah cheated on Freddie and did not think that it was even worth keeping secret. Sarah also did not seem to mind letting Love have a little fun with Michael. The thought that she could be with the man that had been with Sarah the night before was so deliciously naughty. Cameron's presence would be a bit of a turn off though; Love was not a lesbian. Not to mention the fact that Love had never been with more than one person at once and was more than a little nervous about it.

"Well?" asked Cameron.

"Um," said Love as she debated the issue in her head. She looked at the unfocused stare of Michael's eyes. Cameron was watching her carefully, almost seductively. "Sure!" Love surprised herself. She got out of the limousine.

"Excuse me, but I'm only booked until midnight," said the driver as he shut the door.

"You better go home then," said Cameron as she checked her watch. "I don't think we'll be done by then."

The driver tipped his cap and walked back towards the driver's seat. "Lucky son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath.

Michael and Love followed Cameron into the house. "Make yourselves at home," said Cameron. "I'll be right back." She went up the stairs.

"You have a great place!" said Love.

"Thanks!" said Cameron from the second floor. She came back down the stairs with a bottle of Listerine in her hand. "Just moved in a few months ago. Here you go Mike."

Michael took the bottle from her hand and opened it. He took a gulp of it and swallowed. "Oh this shit is horrible!"

"Jesus Mike!" Love took the bottle out of his hand. "You're not supposed to drink this! It's mouthwash."

"How the hell was I supposed to know that?!"

Cameron put her hand on his shoulder and brought him to one of the first floor bathrooms. "Sip some but don't swallow," ordered Cameron. Michael obeyed. "Now gargle. Okay, now one more time."

While Cameron was busy with Michael Love began to have second thoughts. Did she really have the guts to go through with this? The butterflies in her stomach were threatening to fly out of her mouth. She walked over to the fireplace and looked at the pictures sitting atop the mantle. Most looked to be photos of Cameron's family. Love picked up a framed photo of Cameron as a high school cheerleader.

"Jeez what am I doing?" said Love to herself. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"You haven't done anything yet Love," said Cameron.

Love put the photo back on the mantle. "This feels weird Cameron. Maybe I should go."

Cameron walked up behind Love. "Do you like that picture?" asked Cameron.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah I do. You looked beautiful in high school. Must've been pretty popular," said Love.

"You think I look beautiful in that picture?" She put her hands on Love's hips.

"Well I mean you look beautiful now," said Love nervously. 

"You know those 'weird' feelings you were talking about?" asked Cameron. Love could feel her breath in her ear. "I think I'm having a few of those too."

"Oh?" said Love as her nerves began to jump. "That's interesting. Hey, uh, where's Mike?" 

"I'm sure he's somewhere," said Cameron as she kissed Love's ear.

Love's eyes closed as she felt Cameron's tongue brush against her earlobe. "Maybe I should stay," said Love. This was a new, thrilling experience for Love. It was something to which Love could not say no. 

"Might as well. The limo is already gone." Cameron licked the edge of Love's ear before kissing it again. She pushed Love's hair out of the way and kissed her neck. "I'm glad you decided to stay," she whispered hotly into Love's ear. Then she let Love go.

Love opened her eyes. "Why'd you stop?"

"Let's not forget our big winner from tonight," said Cameron.

"Oh screw Mike!" exclaimed Love.

"That's the spirit." Cameron checked the bathroom which was now empty. "Let's go find him." She went up the stairs.

"Hey! Who cares about Mike?" said Love as she jogged up the stairs after Cameron.

They found Michael sitting in Cameron's bedroom watching Sportscenter. "Jeez," said Cameron. "Guys are reduced to their basest instincts when they're drunk." She turned the television off. Love was standing near the door observing them.

"You know I was watching that," said Michael.

"There'll be five more of them waiting for you tomorrow," said Cameron. "Mike, remember when you asked me what the prize was for winning the drinking contest?"

"Vaguely," said Michael.

"Do you want to know what it is?"

"Sure. But I'm more interested in finding out if you swallow," said Michael. 

Love rolled her eyes. "You are so disgusting."

"It just so happens that your prize involves the answer to that question," said Cameron.

"I didn't know I asked a question."

"He's got you there."

Cameron bent over and grabbed Michael's tie. He stared straight down her dress at her cleavage. "Don't get smart with me," said Cameron. "Take your clothes off."

"Seriously?" said Michael.

Cameron unbuttoned his coat and pushed it off his shoulders. "Seriously." 

Michael quickly took his shirt off and unbuckled his pants. "Hold on. This isn't some practical joke is it? You're not going to drug me and then take pictures of me with my hand on some guy's ass are you?"

"Has that happened to you before?" asked Love.

"No. Someone I know."

"Right," said Love sarcastically.

"No joke Mike," said Cameron. 

Satisfied with that response, Michael stripped down to his boxers. "I think it's your turn now," said Michael.

"If you insist," said Cameron. She picked up the remote control from the bed and tapped a few buttons. A section of the wall next to the television slid up, revealing an expensive stereo system. A thudding rock beat began to play. Then, rolling a dial on the remote, she dimmed the lights slightly. "Why don't you come a little closer Love?" Love walked to the bed and sat next to Michael.

Cameron turned around and stood with her arms parallel to the floor. She shook her hips from side to side, waving her tantalizing ass in front of her two eager viewers. Cameron bent over and looked at them from between her legs, her long blond hair hanging down and touching the floor. Her hands slowly reached back and unzipped the back of her dress as she rose quickly into a standing position.

She turned around and held her dress up with her right arm. Cameron let the shoulder straps slip down before she turned around again and let the dress fall around her waist, exposing her flawless back. She shimmied out of the dress, exposing a pink thong. A riff from an electric guitar soared through the air as she turned around, exposing her girlish tits to a nearly drooling audience.

Love was leaning forward eagerly, nearly falling off the bed. She had never seen someone do this up close before. Cameron's lewd yet elegant maneuvers suggested that she knew what she was doing, and its effect on Love was real. She found herself unable to remove her eyes from Cameron's lithe body. Suddenly Love understood beer commercials.

Michael's jaw was hanging down and he was completely unabashed about the fact that he was masturbating as Cameron danced before him. Few thoughts were running through his alcohol soaked brain other than a desire for sexual pleasure. A beautiful half-naked woman was wiggling her ass in front of him and that was the only thing that mattered.

Cameron leaned in close to Michael and whispered in his ear. "Now Mike, don't you know the rules? The only thing you get to do with your hands is sit on them." She pulled his hands away from his erection.

"Those rules don't apply to me do they?" asked Love, eager to do some touching of her own.

Cameron moved closer to her. "Of course not. Women get special treatment. Mike, would you go grab that chair?"

"Huh?" Michael looked around quickly and jumped off the bed. He brought a chair over and placed it facing the bed.

"Thanks hon. Love, why don't you sit down over there."

Love sprung off the bed and sat in the chair. "Okay!"

"Hey! What about me?!"

Cameron ignored him and immediately straddled Love's lap. She pulled Love's face right into her chest, burying her nose between her breasts. Love began giggling with delight as Cameron grinded against her leg. She grabbed Love's hair and pulled her head back. Love's face was red with exhilaration and she was almost desperate to kiss Cameron's seductive lips. Cameron came tantalizingly close to Love's face; their noses rubbed together as Cameron slipped the spaghetti straps of Love's dress off of her shoulders.

Now that Cameron's back was turned Michael immediately went back to masturbating, even if all he had to look at was Cameron's backside. Her thong clad ass was plenty to admire, even if there was not physically that much to admire. It was as tight and smooth as any woman's ass needed to be. 

Love's pussy was growing wetter and wetter as Cameron touched and fondled her body. All she wanted to do was tear her clothes off and see what else Cameron was good at. The desire building in her body was thrilling and Love was always up for some thrilling. She wanted to grab Cameron's butt, feel her breasts on her palms, but she was still too shy to try it. Cameron worked the top half of Love's dress down to her waist, leaving only a bra to hold Love's breasts back. Since Michael could not see much of Love from his position, especially since Cameron was constantly moving to and fro on Love's lap, he stood up and walked around to the side of the chair.

Cameron licked her lips. She was becoming more aroused by the second. This was a totally wild encounter. She was giving a lap dance to Jennifer Love Hewitt! From the looks of it Love was getting into it very quickly; Cameron could see it in her eyes. She noticed a wide eyed Michael watching from the side. Cameron pulled Love's head back by the hair, leaving her lips open and ripe. She took the logical next step.

Love gasped as she tasted Cameron's tongue. Cameron was French kissing her and Love kissed back fervently. She threw caution to the wind and gave Cameron's ass a squeeze. "Oh wow," said Love breathlessly as the kiss broke. Cameron pulled away from Love and Love tried to get up.

"You stay," said Cameron as she pushed Love back into the seat. She turned around and stuck her athletic ass into Love's face. Then she hooked her thumbs under her thong and pulled it down, finally revealing all to Love's eyes.

At this point Michael had already moved behind Love to get a closer look at Cameron's butt. As Cameron dropped her thong Michael stepped forward involuntarily, banging his cock against the back of the chair. "OW! FUCK!"

"Come here Love," said Cameron as she faced the chair. She backed up to the bed as Love approached her. "Stop. Now I wanna see you naked."

Love immediately took her expensive dress off and kicked it onto the chair. Next came her bra and panties. "How's this?"

Cameron stared appreciatively. "You have got an incredible body. Don't you think Mike?" At least she had not forgotten about him completely.

"Love is fucking hot!"

"Love, why don't you lie down on the bed. Mike, turn the music off will you?" asked Cameron. Michael picked up the remote control. First the blinds opened, then the room lights flashed on and off, then the music tripled in volume. Cameron walked over to him and snatched the remote. With a single button press she turned everything off except the lights.

"How was I supposed to know how to work that thing?!"

Love nervously lay down on the soft bed. Cameron crawled on top of the bed. She leaned down until her cheek was touching Love's shin. Slowly, she dragged her cheek up the smooth skin of Love's leg, getting a slight whiff of Love's scent as she passed by her hips, up her stomach and between her breasts until she got to Love's face. Love got goose bumps from Cameron's slight touch.

"Just relax Love," said Cameron. She kissed her softly before she slipped her tongue inside Love's mouth. Cameron walked her fingers down Love's stomach towards her pussy. Sensing Love's anxiousness she was tender as she began to play with Love's soft folds. Love spread her legs slightly.

Michael was not the least bit put off about not being involved in the action. Normally he would be but in his present state of mind this was the most incredible thing he could ever witness. He simply stood as close as possible so he could watch.

"Does that feel good?" asked Cameron as she continued to kiss Love's lips.

"Oh god yes," said Love. Cameron twisted her middle finger into Love's hole. "So good."

Cameron continued to kiss Love as she slowly fucked her juicy pussy with her finger. The next finger slipped inside just as easily. She twisted her fingers again and began to rub Love's clit with her thumb. After kissing Love one last time Cameron slowly moved down to Love's ample chest. She flicked her nipples with her tongue before sucking on them gently. Cameron tasted them just the way she would like it done to her. Love's moans made it very clear that she liked it too.

The journey to Love's mound was short and sweet. "Are you ready?" asked Cameron, dying to get her tongue inside Love's pussy.

"I'm so ready," said Love. "My pussy is so wet!" That it was. And Cameron was going to make sure that it was absolutely dripping by the time she was done with it. Michael continued to watch and whack.

Love helpfully spread her legs so Cameron would have full access to her slit. Cameron slowly extracted her fingers from Love's pussy. She stuck her tongue out and gave Love a full pussy swipe. Love drew in a sharp intake of air as she felt a woman's tongue for the first time. Cameron gently pulled the lips of Love's dewy young pussy apart in order to get at the sweetness inside. 

Cameron plunged her tongue into Love's pussy, wiggling it back and forth. She could not get enough of the taste. Love's moans were soft and continuous. Cameron slowly worked Love over, taking her time with the rookie. She sought out every millimeter of Love's pussy with her tongue and made sure that every drop of Love was swept away.

Of course, every drop was replaced quicker than it was taken away. "You're dripping all over my tongue Love. You love this don't you?" said Cameron, stating the obvious.

"Hell yes I love it! This is so cool!"

"I was asking Love."

"Don't stop!" Love practically yelled.

"Oh don't worry Love, I'm not stopping 'till you come all over my face!"

Love writhed in ecstasy on the bed. Instinctively she used her hands to press Cameron's head even harder into her pussy. Cameron decided to go for the kill and moved until Love's clit was in prime position to be assaulted by Cameron's eager mouth. First Cameron slipped two fingers inside and steadily fucked her. After a few moments of this she gently tongued Love's clit, drawing a chirping noise from the sexy brunette.

Cameron pursed her lips and sucked on Love's clit in rhythm with every pump of her fingers. Love moans of pleasure grew in intensity. "Faster!" she begged. If there was such a thing as a pussy eye view camera it would show Cameron's uniquely wide grin. She jabbed at Love's clit with her tongue as she finger fucked her faster and faster. Love thrust her hips up into Cameron's mouth as the pleasure hit a crescendo.

"Oh god! I'm coming oh god I'm coming!" screamed Love as she flooded Cameron's face with her cream. Cameron continued flicking Love's clit as Love shuddered with pleasure. Even when the flood subsided Cameron would not stop playing with Love's pussy.

Michael was slack jawed. His higher mental capabilities were more or less out of commission, so he was simply standing there, lewdly jacking off. He was so busy replaying the scene in his mind that he did not notice Cameron remove his hands from his cock and pull his boxers down to the floor. She was slightly annoyed as she got to her knees on the bed and put her shiny face right in front of his.

"Ready for your prize now?" asked Cameron as she handled his cock with both hands.

"Um," said Michael dumbly. "Yeah."

***

Katie Holmes's house.

The door to Katie's bedroom swung open and Ali led Katie inside. She had a feeling Katie would be more comfortable in a traditional setting. The strawberries and chocolate syrup she might have had access to in a kitchen would have to wait for another time. Katie stood in the middle of the room while Ali headed over to the door and shut it.

Katie fingered the bottom of her t-shirt. She was unsure of what to do next. Should she begin getting undressed? Or should she let Ali do that? Maybe she should work on getting Ali naked? All the thoughts in her head made her feel like a virgin all over again. But the feelings flowing through her body were markedly different from how she felt the first time she had sex with a man. She was a nervous wreck then; now she was a horny wreck.




The Big Time Pt. 08



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Chapter 8: The Return

8:24 pm. Saturday, June 7. Somewhere over Nevada. 

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into flying first class.”

“You said you were here on my mother’s dime. She’s got plenty of them, she won’t miss a few thousand.”

John and Michael had been in the air for just under an hour. Michael had spent the last few hours telling John everything that had happened to him, leaving out the parts that might make the old man’s heart stop. Through it all John just smiled and listened, marveling at the luck of it all. If only he had had the same opportunities when he was young. 

Whenever John was able to get a word in edgewise, he asked Michael why he never told anyone about these amazing things that were happening to him. Michael never gave him a straight answer about that nor did he tell him why he had no problem leaving all of it behind. The more the two of them spoke the more suspicious John became.

“I can’t wait to tell Rosa about everything. She’s going to go nuts when she sees whose numbers I have in my cell phone,” said Michael. He motioned for the stewardess to give him another whiskey.

“You sure you want another?” asked John.

“Don’t worry, this is the last one,” said Michael as he sipped his drink. “Let me ask you something John.”

“Okay.”

“How much do you get paid?” 

John smirked. “You want to know how much I get paid?”

“Yeah, and the rest of the guys who work at the house.”

“Why do you want to know that?” asked John. “You going to offer something better?”

Michael chuckled. “No, just an idle question I’ve had for a long time.” 

“That was very impolite of you to ask,” said John. He cleared his throat 

“Isn’t it impolite not to answer?” asked Michael. “Never mind. I have a pretty good idea anyway.” Michael reached up and turned his air on.

“You know, Karl at Lockheed is looking forward to you coming back.”

“Heh, I’m sure he is,” said Michael. He reached down and felt the briefcase under his seat to make sure it was still there. Then he pushed the seat recline button and leaned back. John looked at him quizzically.

11:43 pm. Somewhere over Illinois.

The urges of nature drew Michael out of his pleasant stare. He unbuckled his seat belt and headed for the bathroom. Inside his sterile little fortress he contemplated pissing all over the toilet paper so no one else could use it. But he figured that within the next few hours he might need to use it, so he decided against it and let loose into the blue steel of the toilet.

He washed his hands and took out his cell phone. Tapping a few buttons, he checked the time in Australia. Michael dialed Rachael’s hotel room. After seven rings he was about to hang up when he heard a click and a spirited hello.

“Hey Rachael, this is Mike,” said Michael.

“Oh hi Mike! How are you?” asked Rachel.

“Pretty good, you?”

“I’m great!” Rachael seemed to be in a good mood. Michael could hear voices in the background. “Hey! Stop it!” laughed Rachel.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, just Tobey acting like a knucklehead!”

“Ohhh, you and Tobey getting a little close are we?” said Michael jokingly.

“Maybe,” said Rachael with a chuckle. “So what have you been up to?”

“Oh you know me Rach, I don’t kiss and tell,” said Michael. “How’s the shoot going?”

“Good, right on schedule,” said Rachael. “Tobey finally settled down. You know he’s a really great actor. Such a great guy too.”

“Well I hope to meet this nice young man when the shoot is over. Perhaps you can bring him over for supper.”

“Very funny Mike,” said Rachael. “Hey! Tobey! Come back here with that! Sorry Mike, can I call you back? Tobey uh, took something of mine.”

Michael laughed. “Hey no problem. Glad you’re having fun.”

“Tobey!” yelled out Rachael. “Grr. Bye!”

The phone clicked and Michael put his cell phone back in his pocket. He went back to his seat and settled in for the rest of the flight.

9:12 am. Sunday, June 8. Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

The birds seemed to be especially chipper that morning. Through his open window Michael could hear them squawking and flapping happily. Even on only a few hours sleep Michael felt refreshed, energized. He slipped out of bed and took a long, luxurious shower. Then he dressed and headed out of his little bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. 

Rosa was already awake and preparing breakfast. She smiled with delight as Michael entered the kitchen. “Michael! How are you? Come here and give me a hug!”

Michael gave her a tight squeeze. “Hi Rosa, how’ve you been?”

“Me? Good, I’ve been fine.” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Ever since I saw you in that tabloid I’ve been dying to know what you’ve been doing.”

“Tabloid? Really? Do you still have it?” asked Michael.

She nodded. “It’s in my bedroom. I’ll show it to you later, I don’t want your mother to find out about it. So, tell me all about your trip to Los Angeles.”

“It’s kind of a long story Rosa.”

“Well then I’m cooking you a big breakfast.” She turned around and began digging in the refrigerator, pulling out all manner of breakfast food. Sausage, bacon, eggs, pancake mix, bread, and her special homemade strudel.

“I don’t really need all that-“

“Oh when’s the last time you had a decent breakfast? Hmm? And beer and toast is NOT a decent breakfast, no matter what Tom says.”

Michael chuckled. “A very long time Rosa.”

“Well? Sit down, relax,” insisted Rosa. “Tell me everything.”

10:36 am.

After a hearty meal and heartier conversation Michael walked down the side hallway of the house towards the garage. Outside of his father’s den sat a Segway Human Transporter. It looked to be in pristine condition. Michael walked around it, inspecting it closely with his eyes. Then he walked back towards the kitchen.

“Rosa, when did my father get the Segway?”

“A few weeks ago, I think,” replied Rosa.

“Do you know when the last time he rode it was?”

“It’s been at least a couple days. He used to ride that thing for hours at a time.”

“Okay. If you happen to run into him when he’s sober and coherent, tell him not to ride it anymore,” said Michael.

“Why?”

“Just do it, okay?”

Rosa shrugged. “Okay.” She began putting dishes and pans into the sink. “Don’t forget, you’re getting me those autographs right?”

“Yes Rosa.” He took a piece of notebook paper out of his pocket with dozens of names scribbled on them and held it up. “Do you want them individually or can I just get them to sign this piece of paper?”

“Oh no you can’t have them sign that paper! Get those glamour shots, have them sign those. And make sure they’re made out to ‘Rosa, my biggest fan in the world.’”

“You can’t be everyone’s biggest fan Rosa.”

“Says who?”

Michael smiled. “Okay, I’ll be sure to get these as soon as possible.” He turned around and headed out to the garage. He hopped into one of the SUVs and drove off towards the grocery store.

11:46 am.

Back in his room, Michael dusted off his laptop and booted it up. He opened his web browser and sifted through his email. Between the penis enlargement advertisement and the other penis enlargement advertisement he found what he was looking for. Michael double clicked the message.

Michael-

It was difficult-and expensive-but everything has been taken care of. The package should arrive in Bethesda on Tuesday, at exactly 1:30 pm. Everything else will be waiting for you in Chicago.

Take care,

Simon

Short and sweet, Simon apparently was a little unhappy at having to fulfill Michael’s requests in such short order. But according to the email he came through just like he said he would. Come Christmas time Simon would be receiving a generous bonus. Michael checked his watch. He supposed that he should say hello to his parents.

Michael went downstairs and entered his father’s den. Surprisingly, Joseph was awake and shuffling papers. He had a pen in his mouth and was looking back and forth between his blotter and his computer, typing quickly and efficiently. Michael cleared his throat. His father looked up.

“Hi Mike. When’d you get back?” asked Joseph as he typed away.

“Last night. Just wanted to make sure you knew I was here,” said Michael. He turned and opened the door to leave.

“What did you do in LA?”

Certain that his father was not listening, Michael replied, “Nothing much. I made Cameron Diaz eat my cum, that was pretty cool. Where’s mom?”

Joseph crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it in the trash. “Somewhere counting her money, probably.”

Michael sighed and left the room. He wandered around the house, checking rooms he knew his mother would not be in. Down in the gym he realized that he should make up the workout he missed with Lars. He went up to his room, changed and came back down. Michael stepped onto a treadmill, punched the keys and opened up a tattered tabloid. 

About forty minutes later Michael finished up and was chugging down a Gatorade from the small refrigerator near the corner of the gym. He noticed his mother walking down the steps in her workout clothes. When she entered the gym, she was quite surprised to see Michael standing there.

“Michael? You’re back.”

“And better than ever.”

Sharon frowned. “What the hell were you doing in California?”

Michael thought a moment. “Spending your money and not working at my internship at Lockheed?”

She stepped close to him. “You think that’s funny mister? How much of my money have you wasted? Huh? Tell me!”

“I’m just joking mother. I was actually in California because I got a job. So I won’t ever be returning to Lockheed.”

“Oh yes you will. Whoever you’re working for can’t compete with them.” 

Michael wagged his finger at her. “Don’t you worry about a thing mother. My new employer is going to take good care of me.” He flipped his towel onto his shoulder and went up the stairs out of the gym. Then he turned around and went right back down.

“What the hell is this?” yelled Sharon as she looked at the tabloid. “Michael come back here!”

“No need to yell.” Michael was standing silently behind her.

Sharon spun around. “Do you know what it’s going to do to your reputation if someone recognizes you in one of these trash papers?!”

“My reputation? I don’t have one.”

“What about this company you’re working for? They’re not going to care about these drunken soirees caught on film?!” exclaimed Sharon. With great force of will Michael did not roll his eyes. “Why are you even in this?! And why were you on TV with that little slut hanging off your arm?!”

Michael tried to bite his tongue, but all it did was make his tongue hurt. “You don’t even know her. And you probably never will. But I will answer your questions. Later.” He walked away from his mother out of the gym. She was royally pissed off now. It was coming together perfectly. As he trudged up the main stairway towards his room Joseph came zooming out of the side hallway on his Segway.

“Hey Mike, have you seen my new-“ The servos inside the machine suddenly stopped spinning and Joseph lurched forward over the handles of the Segway and fell flat on his face. The machine tipped over and began sparking, spinning its wheels wildly back and forth. It coughed smoke towards the ceiling for a few moments before shutting down in a quiet sizzle.

Joseph crawled onto his knees next to his beloved Segway. He gingerly touched the machine and tried to set it upright, but it would only stay upright for a moment before losing its balance and falling on its side. Michael looked away and shook his head as redness crept into his father’s eyes. He continued up the stairs and into his room.

1:18 pm. Tuesday, June 10. Torbin Estate.

John opened the door to the dining room. Sharon entered the room first, followed by Joseph. The two of them were staring at the dining table. More specifically, they were examining the placement of the dishes. The table was set so that they would have to sit side by side. Rosa was putting the finish touches on the dishes. She turned towards Joseph and Sharon.

“Bon appetit,” she said. She walked out of the room into the kitchen. John followed her.

“Rosa, what are you trying to do? Get them to break more of their fine china?” asked John.

“If they break anything, that’s Michael’s fault,” said Rosa. “He insisted that I get them together at the dining table at 1:20. He even told me how to set the table.”

“Why? What is he up to?”

“I don’t know,” said Rosa as she began cleaning up the kitchen. “He wants you to wait outside on the driveway at 1:30.”

“Why?”

“There’s twenty five other letters in the alphabet John.”

“Fine. I’ll be outside then.” John straightened his coat and left the kitchen.

Joseph and Sharon were still standing in the dining room, neither one eager to sit down. “Well? Take your plate and go watch TV,” said Sharon.

“That’s just what you want me to do isn’t it? Let you sit here in my dining room and eat my food all alone?” retorted Joseph.

“Oh please. YOUR food? YOUR dining room? Without me you wouldn’t even HAVE this dining room and this food.”

“Neither. Would. You.”

“Oh please. I might even have MORE money if you weren’t around.”

“HA! I’m sure you would have turned that forty thousand a year into the millions we have now real quick!”

“SCRE-“ The doors to the dining room slapped shut loudly. Joseph and Sharon stopped yelling and looked over at Michael.

He was holding a silver briefcase and wearing a suit. “Please sit down,” he said politely.

“What is this about?” asked Sharon.

Michael motioned at the chairs. “Please. For just a few moments.”

“I don’t have time for this,” said Sharon. She turned around and began walking away.

“It’s worth your while to stay,” said Michael. Sharon stopped and turned her head slightly towards him. “Sit down, both of you.”

Joseph yanked the chair out and sat down. Sharon drew hers out with a little more control before sitting. Michael walked around the table until he was directly across from the both of them. He placed the silver case on the table carefully. “I think it can be said that I do not have a healthy relationship with either of you.” Sharon and Joseph were silent. “It can also be said that no one here wants a healthy relationship with either of the other people in the room.”

“That’s not true,” said Joseph.

Michael glared at Joseph. “Yes it is. You two can’t even stand each other enough to have one meal a week together.”

“How do you know that?” asked Sharon.

Michael ignored her. “You two are together for…some reason. I don’t know what it is. I don’t think you know either.” He glanced down at the suitcase in his hand. “But that’s not precisely why I called this little meeting.”

“Why did you call it then?” asked Sharon.

“As long as I’ve known you mother, the most important thing to you has been to always get your money’s worth. When it came to investments, you always picked a winner. From the house, the cars, even the people you employ, you always made the most frugal, cost-effective decisions. In fact, that business acumen even trickled down to me. Or, rather, the way you raised me.”

“What are you getting at?” asked Sharon.

“You apparently saw me on television with a ‘little slut’ hanging off my arm, to use your words. Is that correct?” asked Michael calmly. Sharon nodded. “And of course you did see me in the tabloid with-“ Michael stopped himself. “A very nice sui-“ He stopped himself again. “You saw my picture in the paper and then you asked me why I was there.”

“Yes, and you said you would answer my questions,” said Sharon.

“I was in the paper because the person I was with is sometimes targeted by the paparazzi. As for the television event, that was because one of my employees was able to get me in.” 

“Your employees?” asked Sharon. “Why the hell would your company allow you to have subordinates? Who do you work for?”

“I never said I worked for a company. My new employer, mother, is myself.”

“What?” asked Sharon. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I work for myself. I thought that was obvious.” Michael placed the case carefully on the table. “Like most businesses I’ve been running in the red for a long time, twenty one years to be exact. But the time has come to get back in black and repay my investors. I asked you to be here so that I could present you with your return. And buy you out.”

“What did we invest in?” said Joseph. 

“Me,” replied Michael simply. He opened the briefcase and spun it around. Contained inside were neat stacks of crisp one hundred dollar bills. “In total, this is-“

“A hundred forty thousand dollars,” interrupted Sharon, eyes scrutinizing the contents of the case.

“Very good,” said Michael. “One hundred forty thousand dollars.”

“You cost more than that Michael,” said Sharon.

“Let’s be honest mother. I never kept a paycheck. From middle school to high school, every dime went to you. As for college, we both know how much money you’re spending on that.”

“I don’t know,” piped in Joseph. 

“Not nearly enough to think that cutting me off is a threat father. Those pieces of paper mounted on the wall of my little room that say ‘scholarship’ are surprisingly valuable,” said Michael. “Nevertheless, I think this amount is a fair and accurate assessment of the value of the last twenty one years. Would you agree?”

Sharon was shocked. She had never met a business proposition this unsettling before. But her recovery was quick. “I would.”

Michael did not smile. “Good.”

“How did you get this money?” Sharon knew quite well that all the cash in the house did not amount to $140,000 and that Michael did not have access to either her or Joseph’s accounts.

“My new job, mother,” said Michael sardonically. “If you want to know what it is, keep your ears and eyes open. You’ll find out in a few months.”

“This is what you want?” asked Sharon.

“This is what we want.” He shut the briefcase and reached inside his coat pocket. “One last thing before our business is concluded.” Michael tossed an envelope on top of the case. “That’s for you Mr. Torbin.”

The doors to dining room swung open. John was standing with his hands behind his back. “Michael, your, ahem, package has arrived.”

“Excellent. Sharon, Joseph, I thank you for your time.” Michael spun on his heel and left the room. John turned his head to watch him leave. 

Joseph reached across the table and picked up the envelope. He opened it and flipped through the bills inside. “This looks like the five thousand he borrowed before he left.”

Sharon pulled the case over and opened it. She picked up a stack and dragged her thumb across the short end, listening to the flap of the bills. “Did he just call us by our first names?”

The envelope of money landed inside the case, surprising Sharon. Joseph got up and walked after Michael. In the foyer Michael had a cardboard box on his shoulder and was dragging a large, dirty duffel bag behind him. The front door was open.

“Michael, where are you going?” asked Joseph.

“Chicago.”

“How?”

“In my car.” Michael squeezed past the front door and down the front steps. Joseph walked forward and looked out. A truck was moving down the lengthy driveway. He saw Michael toss his duffel bag and box into the trunk of a shimmering yellow Mustang.




The Big Time Pt. 08



“That’s yours?” asked Joseph incredulously.

“Excuse me sir!” said Rosa. She bumped Joseph as she went outside carrying a small cooler. “Michael! Here’s the supplies you bought!”

Michael walked up to Rosa and took the cooler from her. He put it in the front passenger seat. “Thanks a lot for getting it ready for me Rosa.”

“Oh no problem. There’s a couple of surprises in there too, but don’t eat them until later!”

He smiled. “I won’t,” said Michael as he shut the door. “Guess that’s it then. I’ll be seeing you guys around.”

“Gimme a hug,” said Rosa. She grabbed him and squeezed him tightly. “Good luck Michael. I can’t wait to see you on the big screen! And don’t forget those autographs.”

“Mike wait a second!” said Joseph. “What are you gonna be doing?”

“If it ever was your concern, rest assured that it is not anymore,” said Michael. He opened the door to his car. “See ya John!”

John waved. He leaned over and whispered to Rosa, “I thought you said you didn’t know what he was planning.”

“I lied,” said Rosa as she waved at Michael. He started his car, shifted into gear and floored the gas pedal, leaving behind a cloud of smoke. Joseph scratched his head as he watched Michael zoom away.

6:21 pm. I-80 West. Ohio.

The small cooler sitting next to Michael and the food it contained finally convinced him to find a rest stop for a food break. On the high of one of his proudest accomplishments, he had been driving nonstop as fast as his Mustang wanted to go. It strangely cowered at the sight of a police car but those were few and far between.

He parked his car and entered the surprisingly large and pristine oasis, filled with candy machines, empty tables and restrooms as far as the eye could see. There was always an interesting mix of folks sitting in these pit stops; the silent, solemn Asian nuclear family, the college buddies on a road trip, the brooding, angry wife and her oblivious husband. Then there was the lone traveler trying not to be noticed.

Michael zipped up and flushed the urinal. It was warm outside so he decided to use the picnic tables next to the parking lot. He took some food and a Pepsi out of his cooler and sat with his back against the table so he could watch the cars go by. A few minutes after polishing off a strudel Rosa had made for him, Michael decided to check on Katie. He speed dialed her cell.

“Hello?” There were no audible signs of stress in her voice. Maybe she had dealt with Ali.

“Hi Katie.”

“Mike. Hi.”

“How are you doing?” asked Michael.

“I’m fine now,” said Katie slowly.

“Did you talk to Ali?”

“Yeah, I did. Um, the issue is settled,” said Katie. “I’m better now.”

“So everything’s okay over there then?”

“Yeah.”

Michael let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Good, I’m glad.” 

“What about you? Did you take care of whatever it is you had to take care of?”

“Yeah. It’s done,” answered Michael. “I’m on my way to Chicago right now.”

“You are?”

“Uh-huh. I’m taking a break in a rest stop somewhere in the middle of Ohio, near Toledo I think.”

“That’s a funny coincidence. I grew up in Toledo,” said Katie. “My parents still live there.”

“Oh.” Michael watched as an old Corvette roadster screeched into a parking spot and a pair of brunettes hopped out. “You know, this state has the best rest stops I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve heard that before,” said Katie. There was a short silence before she spoke again. “Mike?”

“Yeah?” He polished off his Pepsi.

“I want to tell you what happened when I talked to Ali.”

“Katie, it’s none of my business. If you two are friends again, then that’s all I need to know.”

“We are,” replied Katie. “But that’s not the only thing you need to know.”

+++

Nighttime. Two days ago. Katie Holmes’s house. Los Angeles, California.

Katie was reclined on her couch, flipping channels listlessly. A pint-sized Haagen-Dazs carton sat on the side table under a lamp, its ice cream surface nearly untouched. She had not spoken to anyone since Michael left. All her time was spent thinking about what Ali had done to her. And what she had done to Ali. After she had gotten over her initial shock and anger, guilt slowly crept up on her. It was driving her crazy, rendering even simple pleasures like eating ice cream hollow.

Even if she apologized, what then? Would Ali make another pass at her? Or would it just toss that last pile of dirt on the grave of their friendship? She got up and went into her kitchen to dig up some more empty calories. A few minutes later she cursed herself for conscientiously avoiding tempting foods at the supermarket. She leaned against the refrigerator door with her arms crossed. Katie was tired of herself and decided to resolve this situation. She got dressed and headed out the front door.

Twenty seven minutes later she was walking up the porch of Ali’s modest home. Katie was nervous but she could not let this issue fester any longer. She knocked on the door. There was motion somewhere down the hall from the door but Katie could not see what it was. A few seconds later the door opened.

“Ali I’m sorry to come unannou-“ Katie stopped herself. “Um, hello.”

“Hi, um, I’m Ali’s friend, Amy. Ali was hoping you would show up,” said Amy. “Come in.”

Katie opened the screen door and stepped inside. She placed her shoes neatly next to the others. “How has she been doing?”

“She’s been doing okay,” said Amy. “She’s over here.” Amy led the way down the hall to Ali’s living room. “Ali, someone’s here to see you.”

Ali was sitting on her couch staring at the television but not watching it. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and what appeared to be just panties. On the coffee table sat a half empty pint of Haagen Dazs rocky road ice cream with two spoons dug into the top. She glanced at Katie and immediately stood up. “Hi.”

“Hi.” They stared at each other in an awkward silence.

“Maybe I’ll um, go, upstairs.” Amy exited the living room.

A few more moment of silence passed before Katie could not stand it anymore. “Ali I’m sorry for how I treated you. It was wrong, I shouldn’t have thrown you out like that.”

Katie’s solemn apology was did much to ease Ali’s mind. It was a good first step and Ali wanted to follow it up with another one. “I’m sorry too Katie. I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

“You’re only saying that because of how it ended.”

“No,” said Ali. Katie stared her down. “Yes. Fine. If I’d known what your reaction was going to be I never would have done it. But I didn’t know and I thought there was a chance you would come around to our way of thinking.”

“Our? What, are all lesbians part of some sisterhood I’m not aware of?”

Ali shook off Katie’s comment. “No, Katie. I meant mine and Amy’s.”

“You and her are together?”

“Yeah, for four months now,” said Ali.

“I’m confused. Why did you…do what you did then?” asked Katie.

“I’ve always had these feelings for you Katie, and I really wanted us to be more than friends. But I don’t think I ever would have acted on them if it weren’t for Amy. She acts demure but she’s got fantasies just like anyone else,” said Ali. “One of them happened to involve you.”

“So this whole thing was her idea?”

“Yes,” said Amy quietly. Ali and Katie looked around for the source of the noise but she had hidden back behind the wall on the stairs. She poked her head out. “I mean, I pushed her to do it.”

“Amy come out here,” said Ali.

“Sorry, I was eavesdropping,” said Amy dolefully. She stood next to Ali. “Um. I didn’t want to come between you two, I didn’t want our experiment to end the way it did.” Katie was silent. “This wasn’t how I imagined the three of us would first get together. This was supposed to be a lot more fun.”



Katie looked at the coffee table. “I was having the exact same ice cream a little while ago. Mine didn’t taste good at all.”

“Let me get you a spoon! You can try ours.” Amy rushed out of the living room and returned with a spoon. “Here. Why don’t you have a seat?”

“Amy come on,” said Ali.

“No it’s okay Ali. I’d like to hang around if you guys don’t mind.”

+++

“You know I met Amy after the movie premiere,” said Michael.

“You did?” replied Katie.

“Yeah. Didn’t strike me as a lesbian, but I guess they’re harder to spot than gay guys.”

“You’re telling me.”

“What happened next?” asked Michael.

“We talked for a while and um, I guess I forgave Ali.”

“What do you mean you ‘guess’ you forgave her?”

“Um, well, this is the part you need to know. I just hope you’re as understanding as you were before.”

Michael sat up straight. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

He stood up and walked a few steps. “I hope my battery doesn’t die.” 

+++

Ali sat back down on the couch next to Amy holding a tall glass of iced tea. She began stirring it with a spoon. “You sure you don’t want any?”

“No thanks,” said Katie. She was on the other side of Amy. “Can I ask you something Amy?”

“Sure.”

“How did you and Ali meet?”

“It was at one of those network TV press junkets,” said Ali.

“Hey, she was asking me,” said Amy. She turned back to Katie. “It was at one of those network TV press junkets. We just struck up a conversation, went out for lunch a few days later, and that was it, we became inseparable.”

“Behind the scenes, of course,” said Ali.

“That,” said Katie. “Sounds normal.” 

“Of course it does Katie. We’re no different from any other couple except that we’re both women,” said Ali. “And I guess a bit more adventuresome.” She rubbed Amy’s knee.

“Hee, yeah,” said Amy.

“Adventuresome how?” asked Katie, her curiosity piqued.

“You know Emma Caulfield and Alyson Hannigan right?” asked Amy.

“Yeah, I’ve met them.”

“Alyson did a guest spot on ‘Angel’ once,” said Ali. “We, me and Emma, got Amy and Alyson alone together and let Amy feel her out. Alyson couldn’t resist. At least that’s how Amy tells it.”

“That IS what happened you know!” exclaimed Amy. “Anyway, afterwards I invited Alyson back to my place. Emma and Ali were waiting for us there.”

“Wait, so Emma was, uh, into it, too?” asked Katie.

“Emma is even more depraved than Amy is.”

“I’m not depraved!” said Amy. “I’m just…a little dirty that’s all.” 

“Just the way I like it.” Ali and Amy exchanged a light kiss that was strangely disquieting to Katie. “All four of us were ‘into’ it that night Katie,” said Ali with a pleasant smile.

Katie leaned her head down onto her hand. “I can’t believe you guys did that.”

“Neither can I,” said Ali. “But it’s why I love being with Amy. She’s so exciting.” 

A question popped into Katie’s head that she was not sure she wanted to ask. Her face gave it away. “Are you okay Katie?” asked Ali.

“Yeah,” said Katie. She debated whether or not to ask the question in her head. She might never get another chance. “Um, what did you guys have in mind when it came to me?”

Amy and Ali looked at each other. There was a short bit of silent communication between them. Amy spoke first. “It was pretty much the same as with Alyson.”

“Yeah, except I was the one who was supposed to turn you to the dark side,” said Ali with a chuckle.

Amy shot Ali a look. “It’s not like that Ali.” She turned back to Katie. “Then after that, she would take you home and the three of us would, um, have fun together.”

Katie stood up and walked around the table until she was in front of the television. “So what you said that night was bullshit? Just a way to get me into bed?”

“No Katie of course not!” said Ali as she jumped up off the couch. “I meant every word! But I needed someone to give me the courage to give it a shot with you. And if it didn’t work out, or even if it did, I wasn’t going to tell you about Amy. At least not right away.”

“What?” asked Amy.

“I could tell she wouldn’t be comfortable with it okay?” said Ali. “The only reason she’s not freaked out now is because of what happened.”

“You didn’t say anything happened,” said Amy. “In fact, you said that nothing happened.”

“I-“

Katie cut Ali off. “We had sex, Amy.” She looked at Ali. “I’ve thought about what happened a lot Ali. It wasn’t as terrible as I thought it was. Seeing the way you two are together…I guess I understand what happened between you and Jack.”

“So you’re okay?” asked Ali.

“Yeah,” replied Katie.

Amy checked her watch after an awkward silence. “It’s pretty late. I’m sure Ali won’t mind if you stayed the night.”

Her intention was hardly disguised. Both Katie and Ali knew exactly what Amy was getting at. “I suppose I could,” said Katie.

Ali slowly walked towards Katie. “I guess you could crash on the couch if you want.”

Katie stepped away from Ali. “Um, sure. That sounds o-“ She bumped into the television behind. “-kay.”

“Just okay?” asked Ali as she advanced further. Katie opened her mouth to answer but Ali was not concerned with that and pressed her lips to Katie’s. The experience was just as she remembered it. Katie was nervous but willing and right now that was the only thing that mattered to Ali. Even if she never said it, it was such a relief to have Katie’s forgiveness. Especially when it came in this form.

“Yep. This is a very comfortable couch,” said Amy. She watched intensely as Katie and Ali kissed each other. Katie’s hands drifted down to Ali’s panty clad butt and gave them a squeeze. Amy rubbed the tops of her thighs with her palms as she watched them kiss. She quickly began unbuttoning her-



+++

“Stopstopstop,” said Michael. He found himself nearly walking down the onramp onto the highway. Michael turned around and began trudging back to his car. “I think I should go sit down. Or find a bathroom and a box of tissues.” 

“Michael!” admonished Katie.

“Sorry, I guess I said the loud part quiet and the quiet part loud,” apologized Michael. 

“You said both parts loud.”

“I’ll just shut up then. Keep going.”



+++

Amy began touching herself, reaching into her loose pants and rubbing her pussy through the cloth of her panties. She was always shy about her body and hesitated to remove her clothes no matter what the situation. But she eventually found a natural way around it; the more aroused she got, the bolder she became. Watching two old friends expressing their feelings so intimately was quite the aphrodisiac. Hence, her clothes were dropping like flies.

She got off the couch shaking her last article of clothing off her ankle and went up to Katie and Ali. They were oblivious until they felt her hands on their shoulders gently separating them. Ali looked first and got a mouthful of tongue from Amy. Then Amy looked at Katie and gave her an adorable shy-girl look. Katie, being somewhat familiar with that particular expression nonetheless found it very inviting and did not recoil as Amy kissed her passionately.

“You are always the first one to get undressed,” said Ali.

“Look at you. You’ve been sitting around half naked all night. You’ve been driving me crazy,” said Amy. She looked at Katie who was staring at her body. Suddenly Amy began feeling self-conscious. “What?”

“Nothing,” said Katie. “Just that…I think you’re very beautiful.”

“Yes she is.” Ali rubbed Amy’s small breasts and kissed her neck. “I can’t ever resist her when she’s like this.” They moved back to the couch and Amy laid down with her head on the armrest. Ali knelt on the couch over her and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Her free hand slipped past Amy’s sparse bush and began rubbing Amy’s clitoris. Soon a finger slipped inside. Katie stood apart from them, not wanting to interrupt.

Amy moaned softly as Ali fingered her expertly. She looked to the side and saw Katie. “Come here Katie.”

“But get undressed first,” said Ali. “Amy here needs to quit being a pillow queen.”

“Oh shut up Ali.” Ali shot Amy a look and then jammed two more fingers into her pussy. “Ah!” Her body jerked back on the couch.

Some might call this a moment of truth but that moment had long passed. Katie was simply learning to accept it. Every step towards the couch was accompanied by something she used to be wearing hitting the floor. Amy and Ali quickly adjusted themselves so that Katie had room. “Right here Katie,” said Amy as she motioned above her head. Ali smiled at Katie. “Have a seat,” she said. 

As carefully as possible Katie climbed onto the couch and leaned over the armrest. Amy licked her lips in anticipation as Katie slowly lowered her folds inch by inch until first contact was made. Slowly, Amy went to work on Katie, using only her tongue to generate a rising well of pleasure. Watching Amy eat Katie’s pussy made Ali salivate for the same thing.

She pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean. Knowing what was coming next Amy opened her slender legs. Then she went down past Amy’s flat belly and replaced her departed fingers with her taut tongue. Ali lazily lapped at Amy; she wanted to make sure that Amy was not too distracted while she was busy fucking Katie with her tongue. Lest her fingers get bored Ali pushed her panties down with her left hand and began masturbating with her right.

Katie eyes shut involuntarily and her breathing became heavier and heavier. This was such a wild experience for her. This was not the first time she had sex with someone she hardly knew, but it was certainly the first time it was with a woman. Amy’s touch was so gentle and intense at the same time that Katie was again kicking herself for her insecurity about men going down on her. But when Amy got her lips around Katie’s clit anything going on in her mind that had nothing to do with getting more sexual pleasure was quickly relegated to the back seat.

“Ooooh,” said Katie as Amy played with her clit. She gripped the armrest hard. “That feels so good Amy.”

“Tastes even better.” Amy hooked her arms around Katie’s thighs and pulled her down so she could get her tongue in as deep as possible. 

“Oh god,” murmured Katie. Amy’s tongue was damn near magical; Katie was already near the brink. Ali stood from the couch and gently lifted Katie up by her chin. She flicked her tongue out at the tip of Katie’s nose and then stuck it out. Katie enveloped it in her mouth and they kissed like the world was ending, except in this case it was going out in a devastating orgasm. Ali reached behind Katie with her fingers, slick with her own juices, and rimmed her anus. Katie flinched forward and groaned.

“Ooh you like that don’t you?” said Ali. Katie nodded her head quickly as Amy’s tongue sloshed around lewdly around her heated pussy. “Do you like this?” asked Ali. She pressed the tip of her middle finger inside Katie’s butt, held it there for a moment, and then pushed it all the way in.

“Ah!” shrieked Katie. She quivered and clung to Ali for support as they rocked her with an orgasm.

“That sounded like a good one,” quipped Ali. Still gasping for air, Katie did not reply. “I’ll be right back.” Ali slipped away quietly and ran upstairs.

Amy made her way out from under Katie. “Who’s next?” she called out like the Soup Nazi. It sounded silly. “Where’d Ali go?”

“I’m…not…sure,” said Katie. She turned and relaxed into the couch. “Wow.”

Amy sat down next to her. “You know Ali’s never said that before?”

“She’s nuts then.” Katie took a deep breath. “Well, I guess I’m ready to give this a shot.”

“Give it shot? You mean you haven’t done this before?” asked Amy. “But I thought you and Ali, you know, did it.”

“We didn’t really get her part. I mean my part. Our part,” said Katie. “I think I’m ready though. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“Don’t worry Katie,” said Amy as she put a reassuring arm around her shoulders. “When you’ve had the equipment your whole life you’ll know things about it that you didn’t even um, know that you, uh, knew.”

Katie smiled. “Okay.” She turned to Amy as her left hand slid along her smooth thigh. Amy kissed her and lay down on the couch, pulling Katie down with her.




The Big Time Pt. 08



+++

By now, Michael had gotten back into his car and locked the doors. “Ooookay. Can you give me a second?”

“Sure.” She heard him sigh into the phone followed by a few seconds of silence. “Michael I’m so sorry,” she blurted out. “I know how you feel right now. I didn’t do this to hurt you. But it was just like the first time with Ali. I got caught up. After being with her, I mean can you imagine what it was like for me to be with TWO women at the same time? But it didn’t mean anything! I don’t want this to destroy whatever we have left. I want-”

“Katie!” interrupted Michael. “I just needed to adjust the seat a little bit. It was, uh, constricting.”

“Oh.”

“Go on,” implored Michael. 

+++

Ali returned to the living room with a hot pink colored dildo, her favorite. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Katie kissing Amy’s nipple. There was a twang of jealousy but she ignored it. Katie was here and that was all that mattered. They would be together soon enough. So instead of saying something she might regret she knelt down next to the couch and began licking the nipple Katie was currently not attending to.



“Oh I love this,” moaned Amy.

Katie bumped heads with Ali as she tried to move to Amy’s other breast. “Oh, hi Ali.”

“How do you like her so far?” asked Ali.

“She’s incredible. I never knew a woman’s body was like this,” replied Katie. Eager to get back to business she lowered her lips to Amy’s breasts for a few more seconds and then moved down her body to her pussy.

Katie stared for a moment as she gathered info on what she was looking at. She gingerly touched it with her fingers. They came away wet with Amy’s pussy juice. Slowly, Katie tasted her fingers. The flavor sensation was strange at first, but not enough to turn her away. Stifling her inhibitions she stuck her tongue out and gently licked the lips of Amy’s pussy. She licked again and again, the accompanying moans spurring her on.

Seeing that Katie was having no trouble getting into the swing of things, Ali took the dildo to her lips and began lubing it up with her tongue. Blowjobs were hardly her specialty but she had run out of lube and did not have a choice. She spit into her hand and rubbed it into the fake cock. As soon as someone needed it, Ali was ready to deliver.

“Lick my clit Katie!” cried out Amy. Katie followed her directions to a T. “Oh yes! Just like that!”

Ali slinked over to Katie. “Here, she’ll love this.”

Katie took the dildo from Ali. It was somewhat comforting for her to be holding it; she was unsure of what she was doing with her tongue, but private experience told her she knew how to handle a dildo. Never letting up on her clit licking Katie worked the wet dildo into Amy’s cunt. Amy’s throaty groan was as good a thank you Katie was going to get.

Holding the toy like a dart, she began fucking Amy with it while Ali egged her on. “Fuck her pussy Katie! Just like this little slut likes it!” For a brief moment Katie took her mouth away so she could adjust her hand position. Ali jumped right in and gave Amy’s clit a hard suck. Ali and Katie toiled away diligently. Amy was no match for them. 

“Oh yes!” cried out Amy. “Yes yes yes!” She creamed all over the dildo and Ali’s tongue as pleasure zipped throughout her body.

Katie watched Amy in the throes of passion with awe. She was the one who did that, with maybe a little help from Ali that she was glad to have. It was fun too. Different from pleasuring a man but so much fun nonetheless. Katie was dying to do it again. “You’re next right Ali?”

Ali laughed. “Um, sure, I guess. Unless you want another turn.”

“There’s too many clothes covering that body Ali,” said Amy, who quickly recovered.

“Oh really?” said Ali. “Make me take them off.” She stood and moved away quickly. Amy lunged over the armrest and grabbed Ali’s legs.

“Get her Katie!” said Amy.

Laughing, Katie grabbed Ali’s t shirt and tried to pull it off. Ali screamed out and put up token resistance. Amy was busy holding onto her and pulling down her panties. Her shirt easily came off but her panties were a bit more difficult since Amy’s arms were in the way. Ali tipped over the armrest and landed on top of Amy. “Hey!” she yelled, laughing. Katie came around and worked the panties the rest of the way off.

Seeing an interesting position Amy adjusted herself so that she was leaning against the thick, soft armrest of the couch. Katie noticed what she was trying to do and helped hoist Ali up until she was at the same forty-five degree angle Amy was at, the only difference being that Ali was upside down. Nose to clit with Amy’s well licked pussy, Ali did the logical thing and began eating Amy out. Her legs hung off of Amy’s shoulders, placing her fragrant cunt in perfect position. Amy pressed her tongue in as far as it would go and swirled it around, just the way Ali liked it.

Blood rushed to Ali’s head, giving Amy’s tongue gymnastics a poignancy she had never felt before. For the first minute Ali simply enjoyed the sensations and left the dripping pussy in front of her unattended. Then she felt a hand on the back of her head pushing her down; she was too close to Amy’s pussy for Amy to let her relax.

The angle of Amy and Ali made it hard for Katie to do anything from her spot but it was a good viewing position and the more she watched the more she wanted a seat at the dining table. She went behind the couch and leaned over. Katie gently gripped the cheeks of Ali’s butt and pulled them apart. She had her first taste of cunnilingus not more than ten minutes ago but she wanted more. This seemed like a logical progression but it was still a big step. She decided that her desire to pleasure to these women outweighed whatever inhibitions she had. 

The one spot Amy was currently not attending to seemed like the perfect place for Katie to use the phallus she was gripping in her right hand. But first a little more lubrication was in order. She stuck her tongue out and rimmed Ali’s asshole. Amy eyes opened wide when she saw what Katie was doing. “Wow Katie. I haven’t even done that to her yet.” Tongue still hanging out of her mouth Katie smiled. 

“Help her out then! Don’t just stop!” urged Ali, her voice muffled by Amy’s crotch.

“Um, okay Ali,” replied Amy. She arched her neck up a bit and her tongue joined Katie’s in dipping into Ali’s ass. Ali gasped as two eager tongues gave her ass a bath. The sensations were incredible enough to bring her to a breathless orgasm not long after the tongues began their assault. But the attack was far from over. Katie began giving the dildo a very serious blowjob, made all the more intense since she could taste Amy all over it.

When it was ready, Katie pressed it down slowly into Ali’s butt. She could hear her grunts of pain mixed with pleasure as, inch by inch, the hot pink vanished from view. It was such an erotic sight that Amy had to gently remind Katie what she was supposed to do by taking the initiative and raising and lowering the dildo. Even then Katie watched it rise up and down, listened to Ali’s cries of passion. Amy reached for Katie’s other hand and placed it on the toy.

Katie eventually took control and soon had a pace going that was driving Ali wild. Amy found her clitoris and was slashing at it with her tongue. Ali gave up trying to do anything in her position. She let Amy’s hungry mouth and Katie’s focused hands carry her to another body moving orgasm that almost brought tears to her eyes. Ali entered a completely relaxed state and fell off of Amy to the floor.

“Oh my god,” whispered Ali.

“Are you okay?” asked Katie worriedly as she knelt down next to Ali.

“Am I okay? Come here.” Ali grabbed Katie’s head and brought her into another deep kiss. “This was even better than Alyson and Emma. I’m so glad you decided to stay.”

Amy was wiping her mouth with her hands. “So am I.”

Ali took the toy out of Katie’s hand. “You know Katie, you’re the only one who didn’t get to use this.”

“I used it.”

“I meant being on the receiving end,” said Ali. She took a deep breath. “Amy, do you mind if I take Katie and pinky upstairs?”

“Uh, I guess not. Can I watch though?” asked Amy timidly.

Ali glanced at Katie. Katie shrugged. “Shall we then?” asked Ali.

+++

“I think that’s enough Katie,” said Michael. “You certainly were busy that night.” He shifted in his seat. “So um, what exactly is the situation now?”

Katie was silent for a moment. “I’m not sure. Amy and Ali asked me to go out with them tomorrow night. I don’t know if I wanna go though.”

“Why not?”

“Because I still don’t know what to make of what happened.”

Michael rubbed his head. “I think it’s clear what happened. You are either gay or bisexual. I’m hoping for the latter.” He could almost hear her flinch. “And you’ve got a new friend who wants to show you a good time. I say go with it.”

“You seem to be taking all of this awfully well,” said Katie suspiciously.

“You know what Katie, you seem to be taking it awfully well too,” snapped Michael. He whipped his head back at the headrest. He did not want to say it that way.

“I’m sorry Mike.”

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry Katie, because I don’t think you are. Listen, this is an entirely new facet of your life. If that’s the way you wanna go I’m not going to stop you. If I were in your situation I would do the same thing,” said Michael. “Uh, just so we’re clear, I will never, ever be in a situation like yours. But you know what I mean.”



“Yeah, I do,” said Katie. She was sort of smiling on the other end of the line. “This is like being a teenager all over again.”

“But it’s probably going to be a lot more fun,” said Michael. He turned and looked out the window. “You know, if it doesn’t look like men are going to be in the picture anymore, I hope we can still be friends.”

“Mike, I’m not a lesbian. I think,” said Katie. “So if it uh, doesn’t take, I hope so too.”

“Good. I’ll make sure to throw a welcome back orgy for you,” said Michael. Katie chuckled. “I should probably get back on the road. I don’t feel like sleeping in a motel tonight.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you then,” said Michael. “Oh wait!”

“Yeah?”

“Anytime you wanna talk, you can call me okay?” said Michael. “Especially if you’ve got more stories like the one you just told me.”



Katie laughed. “Goodbye Mike.”

“Bye.”

1:43 am. Wednesday, June 11. Thomas and Michael’s house. Chicago, Illinois.

Thomas was engrossed in a riveting online clash of video game football, NFL 2K3 style. Down by three points. Just over two minutes left in the game. Fourth and one on his thirty three yard line. His friend Wilson was going for the kill; he lined up in a stacked running formation. Thomas quickly audibled to a goal line defense and held his breath.

“Set! Down! Hut! Hut!” Facemasks clashed and finger clawed as the quarterback handed the football off to Mike Alstott who plowed straight forward into the defensive linemen. Legs pumping, it took three men to bring him down. The view quickly spun 180 degrees as possession changed hands and the two minute warning was called.

“It’s all mine now Wilson you bitch!” said Thomas, fully aware that his friend could not hear or see him. A yellow Mustang lazily pulled into the driveway of the house. X, sleeping in the kitchen, woke and perked up his ears.

Thomas scrolled through the playbook. “Time to two minute drill this guy into the ground.” He smiled as he found what he was looking for. The front door opened and Michael tossed his duffle bag into the house. X inspected the bag with his nose and then sat, tail wagging happily.

The polygonal players got into their stances as Daunte Caulpepper yelled commands and pointed out the defense. He settled in behind the center. “Hut!” Culpepper dropped back three steps and rifled the football to a slanting Randy Moss. Hit right between the numbers, Moss turned upfield and gained six more yards before going down. 

X barked excitedly as Michael dragged himself through the door of the house carrying a box full of his stuff. He placed it on the floor as gently as he could and walked slowly towards his bedroom. “Quiet boy,” said Michael. X stopped barking but continued to pace back and forth next to Michael. “Who’re you playing?”

“Wilson.”

“Winning?”

“No, but I will be in about a hundred and nine seconds,” answered Thomas. He examined the defensive look and noticed an opening. He quickly audibled. 

Michael entered his bedroom and fell onto his bed, falling asleep quickly. X followed him and put his head on the bed and whined. He sniffed the floor and walked around in a circle for a minute or two. Finding the perfect spot, he curled up and fell asleep at the foot of his master’s bed.

12:03 pm.

“I wouldn’t call it freedom Mike,” said Thomas. The two of them were relaxing in the living room watching television.

“Maybe that’s not the right word. How ‘bout control then?”

“Over what?”

“Anything. Everything,” said Michael. “The only person I answer to now is me.”

“I still think that was a stupid move,” said Thomas. “Think in practical terms Mike. Your parent’s money is the biggest pillow in the world.”

“Pillow?”

“Safety net, is that easier to understand?” said Thomas. “What if something happens? Like what if you have to give the movie money back?”

“There’s insurance for that. The only situation where I might have to give it back is if I quit before my contract is up,” said Michael. “Tom, there’s more to it than money. You of all people know that.”

Thomas sighed. “Alright man, I’m not gonna try and change your mind. I’m gonna grab some food.” He got up and went into the kitchen as the phone began to ring. Michael switched the television off and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” answered Michael.

“Michael, hi, this is Simon.” There was a lot of background noise; mostly people talking.

“Afternoon,” greeted Michael. 

“How’d everything go? I hope you put that money to good use,” said Simon.

“Don’t worry. I did,” said Michael. “Where are you? I can barely hear you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m at a charity brunch. You weren’t answering your cell, so I figured I’d catch you before you went anywhere,” said Simon. “Okay. Couple things. The gym Lars runs there is called Fitness Complete, heard of it?”

“No, but I’ll find it,” answered Michael.

“Seven o’clock workout, okay? Jen also wants you to take a crash course in acting in the few weeks you have before shooting sta-, um hold on for a sec Mike.” Michael could hear Simon talking to someone in the background. Michael waited for a few moments, got bored and switched the television on again. The Cubs were playing the Orioles.

“You there Simon?”

“Okay! I’ll tell him! Mike, uh, I just got a volunteer to be your acting coach.”

“Volunteer? Who would volunteer to teach me how to act?”

“Someone who knows what she’s doing,” said Simon. “Nicole Kidman.”

“You know I actually could use an acting coach.”

“I’m serious. She overheard me talking to you.”

Michael sat up. “She’s coming here?”

“Who’s coming here?” asked Thomas as he plopped back down onto the couch holding a bag of chips.

“Not until next week though,” said Simon. “Listen I gotta go. I’ll see you later.” Simon hung up.

“Hey, who’s coming here?” asked Thomas again.

Michael put the phone down. “Nicole Kidman.”

Thomas glanced at Michael. “No, really, who’s coming here?” 

3:49 pm. Monday, June 16. O’Hare International Airport.

Cameron had hooked Michael up with a custom car shop in the south side of Chicago. She had an in with the owner and got Michael a substantial discount on the repaint job for his Mustang. He just picked up his newly black car an hour ago and was now going around in circles in and out of the arrival area of the airport. Ever since 9/11 the airport refused to let automobiles stand and wait for passengers to find them.

After a few more passes he spotted her. She was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Michael slowed to a stop in front of her and got out of the car. “Hi.”

“Hello Michael,” said Nicole as she pressed the handle back into her luggage. She was holding an accordion folder. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” replied Michael. He opened the trunk and loaded Nicole’s two bags. “The flight was okay?”

“Yes, surprisingly,” said Nicole. Michael shut the trunk and then opened the passenger side door. “Thank you.” She slipped into the vehicle and Michael carefully shut the door after her.

Once underway, Michael turned the volume down on the stereo. “Thanks a lot for coming and helping me out.”

“My pleasure Michael,” said Nicole.

“It’s really quite a gesture Nic. Simon told me how busy you are.”

“I want your first film to go as smoothly as possible,” said Nicole.

“This isn’t one of those ulterior motive things is it?” asked Michael. “Not that I mind or anything.”

“Nothing like that.” Nicole undid the tie on the folder and pulled out a handful of old booklets. “I’m going to turn you into the best actor two weeks can buy.”

“What are those?” The engine growled as Michael accelerated onto the highway.

“Some of my favorite practice monologues and scenes from my school days,” replied Nicole.

“Wow. I don’t even reuse my old notebooks,” said Michael. “Aren’t those written for women?”

“No, they’re universal.”

He glimpsed one of the booklets as he glanced at his blind spot and switched lanes. “Why does that one have a pregnant woman on it?”

“Mostly universal,” said Nicole.

“Right. Where are you staying?” asked Michael.

“The Four Seasons.”

Michael was impressed. Then he realized who he was talking to. “I see that you like to show that you’re a woman of the people.”

Nicole laughed. “I try.”

“So where do you want to do these things?” 

“Your place. Hotel rooms are too sterile of a learning environment,” said Nicole. She put the booklets away and slid the file between the seats. “Take a look at these tonight and we’ll get started tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

10:12 am. Tuesday, June 17. Thomas and Michael’s house.

“Cozy place,” said Nicole as she put her purse down on the coffee table.

“Yeah, you’re a ways away from the Magnificent Mile,” said Michael. He shut the front door. “I’ve memorized four of the monologues so far. So-”

“You memorized them?”

Michael nodded. “Was that wrong?” 

“No, not at all, just unnecessary. Anyway, before we get to that, there’s a few techniques I want to show you,” said Nicole. X padded up behind her and sniffed her feet. He started panting. Nicole jumped forward and looked down. “Oh. You have a dog.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you about X. Are you allergic to dogs?” asked Michael. X continued sniffing Nicole.

“No,” answered Nicole. She and X eyed each other. “Dogs just don’t seem to like me.”

“He won’t bother us,” said Michael.

“Mike, what the hell are you doing up so early?”

“On the other hand.”

“This must be your roommate,” said Nicole. “Hello.”

Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Thomas shook her hand. “Hi. Are you guys going to be loud? ‘Cause I’m frickin’ tired.” Either he was wholly unimpressed by the presence of Nicole Kidman or he was too fatigued to recognize her. 

Michael whistled at X. *bark* *bark* *bark* *bark* *bark* *bark* He whistled again and X stopped barking. “Better?”

“Much. Thanks.” 

“That wasn’t very nice Michael,” said Nicole. X’s tail tickled her shin as it wagged back and forth. If she did not know better, she might have thought he was laughing.

A sleepy eyed, half naked girl appeared in the hallway. “Tom, what’s going on? What’s with all the noise?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just my idiot housemate. Go back to sleep,” said Thomas. The girl turned around and went back into Michael’s bedroom.

“Tom, what the fuck did I say about taking girls into my room?!” snapped Michael.




The Big Time Pt. 09



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Chapter 9: The Shoot

9:45 pm. Tuesday, July 1. Hotel Allegro. Chicago, Illinois.

Michael waited, rubbing his knuckles with the pads of his thumbs. Three seconds passed and he knocked again, this time with the bottom of his fist. There was nothing but a short scream from the woman. He pressed his eye to the peephole again. 

The man was screaming, and the woman did nothing but cry in response. He pointed his finger at her, then reared back with his foot and kicked her viciously in the stomach. Michael was banging on the door now, yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs.

The man turned towards the door. He held the woman up and punched her flush in the cheek. Laughing, he started ripping her clothes off. She struggled but there was as much muscle on her small stature as one might expect. He forced her up against the windows. Holding her by the back of her neck he began pushing her pants down.

Michael drove his shoulder into the door. Once, twice, then again and again and again. He took a step back and began kicking the door with his heel. When it finally began to give, Michael moved back against the opposite wall and dashed forward, pounding his way through in a shower of splinters. The man let go of the woman and turned around in surprise.

He was even more surprised when Michael grabbed his hair and cracked the television screen with his forehead. Then Michael shoved him out of the room where the man landed on his chest. The woman made no attempt to stop Michael from following his prey outside of the room; indeed, neither did Michael himself.

The man got to his feet. "What the fuck is your problem?!" Michael's hands shot forward and grabbed the man by the collar. He yanked him around in a circle and threw him head first into the wall, splitting the man's eyebrow. "FUCK!" cried out the man. 

Michael grabbed him by the top of his pants and proceeded to bounce the man's head off the opposite wall. He staggered away from Michael down the hall. Thomas walked up to him. "Where do you think you're going?" he said. He drove his knee into the man's stomach and then punched him in the solar plexus.

"Having trouble breathing Connor?" asked Michael.

"You know this guy?" said Thomas as he held the gasping man up. Connor flailed wildly at Thomas.

"Send him over here." Thomas shoved Connor forward. Michael set his feet, snapped his hips and broke Connor's nose with the hardest punch he had ever thrown. Connor's head whiplashed and he landed flat on his back. Slowly, he got to his knees and tried to crawl away, Thomas and Michael circling like vultures. "Let's get him outta here," said Michael.

They latched onto Connor and dragged him down to the elevators. Thomas hit the call button. Connor's blood was dripping to the carpet and he feebly struggled against their grips. "Urgghhg, why did, ur."

"Shut up," said Michael.

"Urrh, fuck you!" yelled the man through his tears.

Michael yanked the men's head up by his hair and glared into his eyes. Then he and Thomas used him like a battering ram, driving his limp body into the golden doors of the elevator over and over. "You better hope these doors open soon or we'll be pounding your face into it all day long," said Michael through clenched teeth.

As they were rearing back for another thrust the doors opened and Connor ended up slamming against the back of the elevator. He fell into a heap on the floor. Michael entered the elevator and propped Connor up against the wall. Then he took a few steps back and kicked Connor so hard in the stomach that he vomited. Michael waited until Connor was done, then grabbed his hair and rubbed his face into the freshly regurgitated bile that was pooled on the floor. 

Thomas reached in and slapped the button for the lobby. "Doors are gonna close in a sec Mike," he said. Michael let Connor go and stepped out of the elevator. "Who is this guy?" 

A terrified hotel guest was standing at the back of the ice machine room, clutching an ice bucket. "Can I borrow that?" asked Michael. The shaken guest handed him the bucket. "Thanks." Michael went down the hall and into the woman's room.

"I'm sure he'll bring it back in a sec," said Thomas. The guest nodded hesitantly. 

"Oh my god Tom, what's going on?" asked Keira. She was standing outside of her room. "What were you doing to that man?"

Thomas walked back to the woman's room and looked inside. Michael was entering the bathroom with the ice bucket. Thomas picked up Keira's bag and continued down the hall. "That cocksucker was slapping around a woman in the room over there. We took care of it."

"Is she okay?" asked Keira as she took the bag from Thomas.

"I think she'll be fine, Mike's in there right now," replied Thomas. 

The woman was huddled against the wall clutching a blanket tightly around her body. Michael came out of the bathroom with some tissues and a small towel. He knelt down and held the tissues out to her. She visibly flinched at his outstretched hand. "Natalie, Connor is gone. I'm Mike, we had lunch together once?" Natalie slowly raised her eyes. Even through her tears she looked beautiful. Michael pulled the sofa chair closer and she sat. 

Natalie accepted the tissues from him. She wiped her eyes and sniffled. He gently lifted her chin and looked for any marks on her delicate features. Michael took some ice out of the ice bucket and wrapped it in the towel. He held it to Natalie's left cheekbone. "As far as I can tell it's just a light bruise."

She did everything she could to hold back the tears coming down her cheeks. Natalie blew her nose and replaced his hand with hers on the makeshift ice pack. She clutched the blanket even tighter. "How did you know?"

"Are there any cuts, sprains, anything like that? Anything feel like it's broken? Like a finger or something?" asked Michael as he examined her face, carefully avoiding her eyes. Natalie shook her head at each question. "Did you hit your head? Are you dizzy or having trouble focusing?"

"No," said Natalie. She sniffed. "You never said you were in med school."

"I'm not," said Michael. He went over to the table and picked up the phone. Michael dialed the front desk. "Hi, I'm calling for Natalie Portman from room 8042. She would like a new room as soon as possible. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No sir, it won't be. Just one moment," said the attendant. 

"What are you doing?" asked Natalie.

"I'm assuming you don't want to stay in this room, you can't even close the door anymore," answered Michael.

"There is a suite available right now if that is alright?" said the attendant.

"Fine."

"Shall I send someone up to take her bags?"

"Yes. Tell him to wait at the elevator. She'll come to him." Michael hung up the phone. "You're new room is ready whenever you are." Natalie stared at Michael's hand. He looked at his hand and then back down at the bloody print on the phone "Sorry."

"Is that yours?" asked Natalie. She swallowed hard as the blood coagulated before her eyes.

"No. I'll go wash it off." He headed for the door.

"Wait."

Michael stopped and turned around. "Yes?" He saw her eyes get drawn to his hand and he held it behind his back. Natalie regained her focus and looked up at him.

"How did you know?" asked Natalie.

"I heard shouts. Then I found out that the peephole was put in the wrong way." Natalie glanced at him in surprise. Michael cleared his throat. "I only saw the last few seconds. Then I broke the door down and..." 

Natalie wiped her nose. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, but luck had more to do with it than I did," said Michael.

"But you stopped him." 

"No I didn't," said Michael. He stared at the floor. "If I did, you wouldn't be holding that ice to your cheek or that blanket around your shoulders." He shook his head. "I wasn't fast enough."

"If you hadn't been there at all-"

"I don't think he'll be coming back." He turned to leave the room. "I'll make sure nobody comes in while you're getting ready." Michael stood outside the room and held the door shut.

Natalie brought the ice down from her face and examined it. There was a blood on the towel as well and she dropped it in disgust. She let go of the blanket and entered the bathroom. There was a dark mark on her stomach. The bruise on her cheek was not nearly as noticeable in comparison. Natalie washed her face and then got dressed. Michael was standing with his back to the door when she came out of the room.

"Mike?"

"What is it?" said Michael without turning around. The manager of the hotel and a bellhop came out of the elevator. 

"Why-"

"They're waiting for you down there," interrupted Michael.

Natalie walked away from him towards the elevators. "Ah, Ms. Portman, my name is Gene, I'm the manager. I've come to tell you that your room is ready. I hope it's more to your liking." He snapped his fingers and the bellhop took her bag from her. "David will show you the way."

"If you'll follow me miss." David turned and entered the elevator, Natalie following.

The manager waited until the doors closed and then walked towards Michael. Michael quickly hid his hands behind his back. "What the hell happened here?" Michael cleared his throat and was about to answer when the manager saw the shattered door frame and entered the room in disbelief. Gene stared at the cracked television screen. "Are you the one who called the front desk?"

"Yes," replied Michael.

"Were you also the one who left that bloody fucking mess in my elevator?"

"Well-"

Thomas came down the hall from Keira's room. "We did, actually. But he's the one who did most of the bloodying." Michael hit Thomas on the shoulder. "What, man, you did."

Gene walked out of the room looking furious. "You two jackoffs are gonna pay for the damages to this room, right fucking now. If you do, maybe I won't tell the police what you two did to that poor bastard who's on his way to the hospital right now."

"Wait a second!" said Thomas. "We had a good fucking reason to bust the door down and beat the shit out of that guy. He was hitting that girl!"

"She didn't look hurt to me," said Gene. "My television, however, is a different story."

"She didn't look like she was hurt because we stopped him!" snapped Thomas.

"I don't give a fuck," said Gene coldly. "This WILL stay quiet. My hotel is not going to be on the front page because two idiots broke into a room and fucked up some celebrity's boyfriend, I don't care what the reason is. If this does get out, I'll make sure both you dumbasses get thrown in jail. Now, one of you give me a credit card." 

"Fuck you, make that guy pay for it," said Thomas.

Gene took his cell phone out and dialed nine and one. Then he held his thumb over the one button. "Fuck me?" Disgusted, Thomas took his wallet out and gave a card to Gene. "Pick it up at the front desk in a few minutes." He pushed Thomas and Michael out of the way and started down the hall towards the elevator. "I better not catch either of you two faggots in my hotel again." He got into an elevator and went back down to the lobby.

"What a fucking asshole! We saved that chick and he's giving us shit for it?!" exclaimed Thomas. "And I want half of whatever he charges my card Mike."

Michael nodded. "Fine." 

Keira shut the door to her room. "What is all the yelling about?"

Thomas sighed. "The manager just told us we had to pay for the damages to the room."

"Didn't you tell him why you had to get inside the room?" asked Keira.

"He doesn't want the publicity," said Thomas mockingly.

"Nothing we can do about this now," said Michael. "I'm going home. See you guys later." He headed for the elevators with Thomas and Keira behind him.

"Mike you wanna come hang out with us?" asked Thomas as the elevator headed for the lobby.

"No," said Michael. 

"Come on, let's go celebrate, we're heroes now," said Thomas. "It'll lessen the sting of whatever we get charged."

Michael shook his head. "I'm gonna spend the next few hours burning that fucker's blood off my hands with boiling water." The door opened. "Bye."

"Alright, see ya," said Thomas as he walked out of the elevator. Keira pressed the button marked fourteen. "Did you forget something?" asked Thomas.

"I suddenly feel like staying in tonight."

"Oh. Alright," said Thomas with a trace of disappointment in his voice.

"Don't be dense," said Keira. "I didn't say I wanted to stay in all alone" 

Thomas jumped back into the elevator. "Oh. Well then." He pressed the lit button a few more times impatiently.

"That won't make the lift go any faster," chuckled Keira.

"For American elevators it actually does." He pressed the button rapidly.

"Really?"

Thomas cracked a grin. "No not really."

Keira shoved him. "I'm never going to believe another word out of your mouth!"

"You wouldn't be the first girl to say that." A few moments later the doors opened and they were off to the races back to her room.

Lips locked and hands grabbing they rolled around on her bed. Clothes flip flopped across the room, shoes thudded to the floor. Keira rolled Thomas over on his back. "I think I need a proper shower," said Keira.

Thomas blinked. "Good idea!" He quickly sat up and carried Keira into the bathroom. They hopped into the tub after stripping off the last remnants of their clothes. Keira shrieked as Thomas turned the shower on full blast with the wrong faucet.

"COLD!" yelled out Keira.

"Sorry!" said Thomas as he fiddled with the other faucet "Is that better?" 

"Much," said Keira. She let the water spray over her. Thomas watched her turn back and forth under the steaming hot water. Her hair properly soaked, she whipped it back over her head and looked at Thomas. Keira beckoned him with her finger.

Thomas stepped behind Keira and kissed her neck. He reached down to the side and picked up a bar of soap. Then he tore the packaging off of it and built up a lather in his hands. "Wasn't I supposed to be the one with that?" said Keira.

"You can have it when I'm done with it," said Thomas. He put his hands on her smooth shoulders and slid them down her arms to her small waist. Still holding the soap, he rubbed his way up her abdomen until he found her tender, soft breasts. Keira found herself leaning back into Thomas as he fondled her tits. Her nipples slipping in and out between his fingers, the soap dropped out of his hand to the bottom of the tub.

Keira bent over to pick it up, her ass brushing up against Thomas's cock. "Stop," said Thomas and he put a hand on her back to hold her down. He took the soap out of her hand and began applying it to her puckered asshole.

"You filthy man." Despite her words, there was no effort to stop Thomas from what he was doing.

Thomas snickered. "Well, duh." With a soapy hand he rubbed her pussy and a finger used the cover fire to sneak into her ass. 

"Nooooo, Tom," whispered Keira.

"Okay, if this doesn't feel good, then I'll try something else, okay?" He pressed another finger in as far as it would go. Thomas felt Keira shiver against his body. "Did you like that?" Keira grunted in response. Thomas's cock was at full mast and he soaped himself up. "Soooo, should I stop?" asked Thomas as he nonchalantly slid his fingers back and forth.

"Yes," moaned Keira.

"What?" asked Thomas.

Keira pushed back, coaxing his fingers back into her ass. "Please stop," she said, barely above a whisper. 

Thomas was utterly confused. "Huh?" Keira put her hands on the tile wall and pushed back harder. "Okay, I'm going to take that no as a yes. You better not cry rape when we're done." He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his dick. Keira whined softly as he penetrated her ass, the water and soap providing steady lubrication.

"Ooooh," groaned Thomas as her butt hit his pelvis.

"Ohhhh yeeeessssss," moaned Keira.

"Phew, I was worried there for a sec," quipped Thomas. Just to be sure, he did not move at all and let his cock snuggle in Keira's ass for a few moments.

Keira reached out and placed her hands against the walls of the shower. "Fuck me Tom, fuck me."

"Uh, no." Keira looked back at him with desperate eyes. "Kidding!" He grasped her hips. Her waist was tiny, he could nearly touch his fingertips around it. This also meant that her ass was so tight he had trouble pulling himself out. Of course, that was an extraordinarily minor setback and he savored it. With some effort he pulled back until only the crown was still inside, then he pushed back in slowly.

When he pulled out again he dribbled some more soap bubbles onto his shaft. It became a little easier and he got into a rhythm that soon had both of them panting with pleasure. The heavy steam flooding the room made it a little harder to breathe and it served to make the sensations even more intense.

Keira groaned and straightened up into Thomas. She leaned back against his chest as he continued thrusting with his hips. Reaching back she grabbed Thomas's hair and pulled his mouth onto hers. Keira practically sucked his tongue into her mouth. They kissed frantically as Thomas began rubbing her clit vigorously. She yelped as an orgasm rocked her body.

After a few more strokes he suddenly pulled out and shoved himself into her pussy without missing a beat. She shook with surprise and accidentally slapped the faucet. The water instantly turned skin tingling cold but both of them continued thrusting frantically. The heat of their sex was battling with the coldness of the water and it brought them to new heights of pleasure.

"Oh Jesus!" yelled Thomas. He was pounding into her as hard as possible, the bubbling in his balls turning into a full blown boil.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" shrieked Keira as she came again. Thomas pulled out again and forced his cock right back into Keira's ass. The freezing water spraying over them meant that the only warm parts of their bodies were his cock and her ass. In a shock as tingly as the suddenly cold water Thomas exploded into Keira's ass, coming so hard it almost immediately began leaking.

As they struggled to keep each other from falling down Keira reached for the faucet and the water became a reasonable temperature. Thomas extracted himself from her and leaned against the wall. "Oooh, man."

Keira was still panting when she turned around and picked up the soap. "Now I really need a shower." Thomas nodded with a silly grin on his face.

11:39 am. Wednesday, July 2. An apartment on the North Side.




The Big Time Pt. 09



Michael was leaning against the wall, waiting for the crew to set the cameras up. He was thinking of complaining about his ridiculous wardrobe. The clothes made it blatantly obvious a makeover scene was going to happen at some point later in the film.Michael could deal with the simplicity of the plot, but he did not want to be seen by millions of people looking like a Saturday Night Fever reject. This is what Jen thinks young people wear?

Before he could do any more brooding his phone rang. "Yeah?"

"Hey, what's up? Keira wants to know who the girl was that we saved," said Thomas.

"Natalie Portman." Michael envisioned the double take and waited an appropriate moment. "Yes Natalie Portman. I gotta go." He hung up.

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Hotel Allegro.

"He said it was Natalie Portman," said Thomas as he put the phone down.

"Natalie? He's not the type to lie about these sorts of things is he?" asked Keira.

"Absolutely not, not something like this."

"Come on let's go see her," said Keira, going towards the door. Thomas followed. "She shouldn't be alone right now. Where is she staying?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask."

"Let's find out then." They got into the elevator and went down to the lobby. "I wonder why he didn't say anything about her before," said Keira as the doors opened. They walked towards the front desk. 

"Ah who knows," said Thomas. 

"You're his best mate, shouldn't you?"

"Probably." A man came out of the back and took his station behind the desk. "Well, looks like you're asking."

"Why me?"

"Obviously because you're a very attractive woman. You won't have a problem getting whatever information you want out of him," said Thomas. "Now if it was a girl at that desk, then I would be the one asking."

"Because you're a very attractive man?"

"Obviously."

Keira grinned at him before looking at the front desk attendant. "Hi, I'd like to ask you about a friend of mine who is staying in this hotel?" The man nodded. "Well, I was just up to visit her but it appears she's changed rooms on me. Yesterday afternoon I spoke to her and she said she was in room 8042. I would just love if you could tell me what room she's in now."

The man cleared his throat. "I can't give out that kind of information miss. Our guest's privacy is very important to us."

Keira batted her eyes as subtly as possible. "Oh come on, I'm not dangerous. I'm a very sweet girl once you get to know me."

"Sorry," said the man. There was, however, the slightest of hesitations and Keira jumped on it.

"Perhaps you can give her a ring and let me speak with her. That way you're not the one telling me where her room is." The man looked down at his computer screen. "I promise I won't even watch you dial the number." He looked over his shoulder and then tapped away his keyboard. When the appropriate information came up he handed Keira the phone and dialed the number quickly. "Thank you so much," said Keira sweetly.

The man smiled and nodded.

"Hello Natalie?" said Keira. "This is Keira…I think that's something we should talk about in person, can we come up…yes, we, um it's me and the man who helped you out…okay, we're coming." She handed the phone to the attendant. "Thanks."

Keira and Thomas made their way up to Natalie's new room. "I hope you two are good friends," said Thomas as Keira knocked on the door.

Natalie opened it slowly. "Hi Keira." 

"Natalie oh my god are you okay?" asked Keira as she hugged her.

"Yes, yes I'm fine," replied Natalie, returning the hug uneasily. She looked at Thomas. "I thought you said you were with the one who helped me out."

"This IS the man who got rid of Connor," said Keira. 

"I'm one of the guy's who got rid of Connor. You already met Mike," said Thomas. He extended his hand. "My name is Thomas. It's really cool to meet you."

"Hello." Natalie shook his hand then turned it to the side and examined it. "It's clean."

"Hmm?" said Thomas.

"I'm sorry, I mean of course it's clean," said Natalie. "Come in." She stepped to the side as Keira and Thomas entered the room. She shut the door. "Michael's hands weren't when I saw him."

"Oh," said Thomas. "Well, Mike was the one who really let the guy have it. I just helped him drag the guy into the elevator."

"Drag him?" asked Natalie.

Thomas gestured with his hands. "It's not like he was dead or anything," he said. "He was pretty messed up, but not dead."

Natalie turned around. "Good, I guess." 

"Natalie, what happened?" asked Keira.

"You know Mike didn't even ask me that." Natalie sat down on the bed. "He wouldn't even look at me."

"What do you mean?" asked Keira.

"He wouldn't look at me. That's what I mean."

"Alright Natalie," said Keira. The edge in Natalie's voice told Keira that she should change the subject. "How come you're in Chicago? Aren't you still shooting Star Wars?" 

"They gave us a week off, I was coming to visit Kirsten and have a look around the city," said Natalie. "I must have gotten the date wrong."

"You didn't. There was some last minute schedule shuffling, she'll be here soon," said Keira. "Are you still planning on staying? I mean, with Connor and all that." 

"Yes. I'm not going to change anything because of him. Not anymore," said Natalie. "Keira, I really appreciate you coming by, but I want to be alone, okay?" She stood from the bed.

"I thought you weren't going to change anything because of him," remarked Thomas.

Natalie glared at him. "I'm not. But I'm not fond of having a stranger in my room, even if he did do me a favor." She turned to him. "That being said, thanks for helping me out."

"Hey no problem, what are heroes for if not saving the damsel in distress?" said Thomas. "Come on Keira, let's go."

"You're sure Natalie?" asked Keira.

"Yes, I'll be fine."

Keira hugged her again and followed Thomas out of the room. When they got into the elevator she pressed the button marked L. "I'm off to work Tom. What are you going to do?" 

"Prowl the streets. Some hot girl must need saving in this city."

"Oh no she doesn't!" said Keira. "The only thing you're saving is a seat for me at the pub tonight."

"Superman never had to save seats for anyone," said Thomas playfully.

"Who?"

8:35 pm. Trailer.

Jen cracked open a can of soda and handed it to her editor Bill. Then she opened her own as she sat down next to him. They were going over the dailies, the film that they had finished shooting that day. She pointed to a man on the screen. "That guy is so drunk."

Bill sped through to the next take. "Alright, he's gone in this one." They watched take after take roll on the video screen. Bill read through the script as he listened to the dialogue. "This is interesting."

"What is?"

"Listen," said Bill. He handed the headphones he was wearing to Jen and played clip after clip of Michael's scenes. "Have you noticed that?"

"Noticed what?" asked Jen.

"Listen to Mike," said Bill. He went to a different reel and played a few more of Michael's scenes. "Isn't that a little odd?"

"I'm not following," said Jen. She finished off her soda.

"I don't think Mike has screwed up his lines once this whole shoot."

"Yes he has," said Jen. She thought about the first day but technically he did not mess up his lines. "He MUST have, at some point."

"I don't know," said Bill. "But something always bugged me about him whenever we would go over the dailies and I think that's it. He hasn't botched a line once."

"That's gotta be some kind of record," said Jen.

"Think we should tell him?" asked Bill.

"Oh god no, all we need is for him to start screwing up EVERY line he has," said Jen. "Maybe once we wrap for him we'll say something."

"Okay."

2:12 pm. Thursday, July 3. Joe's.

The man winced and sucked on the tip of his thumb, a tiny trickle of blood flowing from the small cut. He wiped his hand off as he finished hammering the board into place. "Manny! Are you done yet?!" yelled out his boss. 

"Yeah! It's all set up!" said Manny. He got off his knees and began putting his tools away.

Jen was sitting on a stool with her back to the bar talking on her cell phone exasperatedly. Her producer was not happy about the location change. By Hollywood standards Chicago Style Romance was a low budget film and a few thousand spent here or there raised red flags. She leaned forward. "Cut me a little slack! I can't make this film with an empty wallet alright!" snapped Jen. "I'm shooting here, and that's it. You won't be disappointed, alright?" She flipped her phone closed.

"Trouble at the office?" inquired Steven, standing behind the bar.

"No, everything's just great," said Jen sarcastically. "Why did I listen to Mike?"

"Because this place is worth it right?"

Jen spun around in her seat. "Of course it's worth it. But sometimes it's not, you know what I mean?"

"I sure do." He poured a drink for her. "Here, compliments of the house. It'll help you relax."

"Mmm, the best thing about shooting on location." She gratefully accepted the glass and gulped down the brown liquid. "Thanks Steve."

"That stage looks pretty good from here. I don't suppose you could leave it when you're done?"

"Sorry, we don't have the permits for that," said Jen. Steven gave her a look that always worked with his wife Lisa. "But maybe I can work something out. Thanks for the drink." Jen got up and went over to the hastily built set. The crew had cleared out small section of tables and erected a small stage that rose eight inches off the floor. Sitting in the middle of the stage was a black baby grand piano and microphone.

"Do you want us to set up the sound for the piano?" asked a crewmember as Jen passed by.

"Depends." Jen looked over at Michael. "Mike! Can you play the piano?"

Michael cleared his throat. "Um, sort of."

"'Sort of' meaning what?" asked Jen.

Outside the bar, Natalie checked the slip of paper in her hand and then looked up at the sign above the door. She took her sunglasses off and entered. Inside, people were moving back and forth, running wires or setting up lights. Steven spotted her looking around anxiously.

"Excuse me miss, but we're closed!" called out Steven.

Natalie looked at him. "Hi, I'm Natalie Portman, could you tell me where Jen Pish, the director, is?"

"JEN!" said Steven, startling Natalie. "Someone's here to see you!"

Jen nodded at Michael before walking over. "Hi Natalie. Have any trouble finding the place?"

"A little, I'm not familiar with these streets," said Natalie. "Is Kirsten here?"

Jen stepped closer. "She is, but I'm the only one who knows. Apparently there's still some issues between her and Mike so she's waiting for him to leave the bar before we do her scenes. She's down the street at a coffee shop. I'm sure she won't mind seeing you."

"Okay, thanks a lot Jen," said Natalie. She headed for the door.

"Let's do a sound check!" yelled out a crewmember. He pulled Michael over to the piano. "Can you play something so we can get an idea of what we've got?"

"Uh, okay. What do you want me to play? I only know a few things," said Michael nervously.

Natalie stopped and turned around. Jen walked towards the stage. "You said you could play, right?"

"I said I sorta could. I mean I-"

"Mike, no one's going to hold it against you if you miss key here or there. It's just a sound check," said Jen.

Michael sighed and sat down at the piano. "Okay." He adjusted his seat so his feet rested on the pedals comfortably. Michael stared intensely at the keys. He hit the first note, then the second and third and slowly shocked everyone in the room. The crew stopped in their tracks. A camera was pointed at the keys and Jen stared at the monitors with her eyebrows raised. The only person moving was Natalie, slowly approaching the stage, listening to every note. Five and a half minutes later Michael struck the keys one final time and looked up.

Natalie began clapping first but everyone quickly joined in. Michael turned red and stood up so quickly that the seat fell over. "Uh, thanks," said Michael as he set the seat upright and got off the stage. "Was that okay?" he asked the sound man.

"That was amazing."

"I mean, did you do the sound check or whatever it is you needed to do?" The man nodded enthusiastically.

"Wow Mike," said Jen as she approached him. "I'd say that's a little bit more than 'sort of' being able to play the piano. What is it called?"

"Fantaisie Impromptu," answered Natalie. "By Beethoven, I believe."

Michael cleared his throat. "Chopin actually." He stared uncomfortably at Natalie.

"Are you sure?" asked Natalie.

"Quite."

"If you can play some modern stuff for the scene that'd be great," said Jen.

"You'll have to give me some time to learn it."

"How much time?"

"I don't know."

Jen rubbed her chin. "We'll try and work it out." She glanced around. "As soon as sound is ready, we're going to shoot, okay?" Jen went over to the monitors and sat down. 

"That was impressive Mike," said Natalie.

Michael at the floor for a moment and then up at her. "It was clunky."

"What other pieces do you know?" asked Natalie.

"If it's a semi-famous chunk of classical piano, I probably know it. If not, than I don't," said Michael. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here to-" She stopped, remembering what Jen had told her about Kirsten. "-to see you."

"What about?"

Natalie adjusted her purse on her shoulder. "I never properly thanked you."

"You don't owe me anything," said Michael. 

"I knew you were going to say that," said Natalie.

"Then why are we even talking?"

Michael's coldness confused her. "Do you know what you did for me?"

"Yeah. I know what I did," said Michael. "For you, I put a guy in a hospital."

"You saved me," said Natalie.

Michael tried not to laugh. "Saved you? How old fashioned are you?" 

"Enough to know that you could have just kept on walking but you didn't. You chose to help," said Natalie. "Not many people would have done that." 

Michael looked away from her. "That doesn't mean I'm proud of myself for doing it."

"You shouldn't feel bad about it, it was the-"

"I'm ashamed about it!" snapped Michael. "I almost killed him!" People started to look in his direction. "Look, this isn't the time or place for this. I have work to do." He walked away from her.

"Mike?" called out Natalie. Michael stopped and faced her. "I'd love to hear you play again sometime." Michael turned around without answering. She briefly contemplated Michael's reaction and then left the bar. Natalie walked down the street to the coffee shop where she saw Kirsten sitting at a table next to the window, reading a magazine. She made her way inside and got in line behind another familiar person.

"Oh hello Allen," said Natalie.

Allen turned around. "Natalie?"

Natalie tried to push his large frame around. "Hey don't be so obvious Allen, I want to surprise her."

"Oh. Sorry." He turned around and ordered. As soon as he got his coffee he handed the other cup to Natalie. "Your usual?"

Natalie smiled at him. "Thanks Allen." She took her coffee and headed for Kirsten. 

"Oh my god it's you! Can I have an autograph?!" exclaimed Natalie.

"Um, I'm not who you think I am," said Kirsten without looking up.

Natalie chuckled. "Neither am I."

Kirsten looked up and cracked a grin. "Hi!" She stood and hugged Natalie. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you of course," said Natalie as they sat down. "I got some time off and thought, what better way to spend it than with my best friend in the city of broad shoulders."

"Thank god. Spending the next few weeks hanging around with Allen would've driven me insane," said Kirsten. Allen was sitting near the door keeping a watchful eye on Kirsten. "No offense Allen."

"Well you're only going to get a few days reprieve from Allen's company. I'll be going back to Sydney on Monday," said Natalie. "How have you been?"

"Fine, things have been great," said Kirsten. "What about you?"

"Good, Sydney is just as much fun as I remember it," answered Natalie. She sipped her coffee. "Have you found a house yet?"

Kirsten's face lit up. "Oh yeah, I've found it alright. It's perfect. It has a backyard big enough for a softball game, a big deck, swimming pool, a bunch of bedrooms, it's going to be so great!"

"I get to come furniture shopping with you right?"

"Of course Nat," said Kirsten. She reached inside her purse. "I think I've got a picture of it in here. Ah, here it is." Kirsten handed a small photo to Natalie.

The house was two stories tall and painted a dull white. Natalie could see a huge living room through the front windows. "Looks like a great place." She handed the photo back to Kirsten. This break in the conversation was good as any other. "I talked to Jen a few minutes ago."

"Oh yeah? What did she say?"

"She said that there were still issues between you and Mike," said Natalie. "I thought that was over and done with Kiki."

Kirsten's mood changed noticeably. "It is. But that doesn't mean I want to see him if I don't have to." 

"Oh. Okay."

"Was he there when you talked to Jen?" asked Kirsten.

Natalie nodded. "They were setting up the piano scene when I came in. He's pretty good."

"Good at what?"

"Playing the piano," said Natalie. "I guess you've probably never heard him play."

"No. I haven't," said Kirsten. "He probably didn't want to show off."

"That's exactly how he acted when Jen asked him to play. He was so embarrassed when everyone started clapping." Kirsten just nodded and sipped her coffee. "There's something else you should know too Kiki."

"What, can he play the flute too?"

"No. It's about Connor. We're through."

Kirsten's jaw dropped. "Aww why? What happened?"

"He…" Natalie sighed. "He lost his temper and…then he really lost his temper."

"You mean he-" said Kirsten. Natalie nodded. "Oh my god! When did this happen?"

"Last night."

"Last night?! Where?!"

"My hotel room."

"What happened?!" 

"Considering what could have happened, not that much. He did hit me a few times but that's all," said Natalie.

Kirsten was deathly concerned for her friend. "Hit you?!"

"He wasn't able to do very much," said Natalie. "Before you ask, I'm okay, really. He didn't have the chance." 

"What did you do? I mean I couldn't even tell anything happened to you. How did you stop him?"

"I didn't," said Natalie. "Mike did."

"What?" asked Kirsten incredulously. "Mike?"

"Somehow he was on the same floor that I was staying on. For some strange reason he was looking through the peephole and for an even stranger reason the peephole was put in the wrong way," said Natalie. Kirsten blinked and wrung her hands. "He broke the door down and dragged Connor out of the room. I didn't see what happened after that."

"What did he do to Connor?"

Natalie shook her head. "I don't know. But the blood on Mike's hands was rather telling."

"Oh my god," said Kirsten.

Allen stood up from his table and walked up to Kirsten. "They're ready for you," said Allen as he put his cell phone away. "Mike is with the second unit a few blocks away." Kirsten sat there silently. "Kiki?"

"Allen, I want you to stay with Natalie."

"Kiki, I'm paid to keep you safe. No offense Natalie," said Allen.

"None taken."

"And I can't do that if I'm not with you," said Allen.

"I don't need a bodyguard Kiki," said Natalie.

"What if Connor finds you? I'm not arguing with either of you," said Kirsten. She got up. "You can come with if you want Natalie."

"Fine." The three of them left the coffee shop and walked down the street towards Joe's. "So, what are we doing tonight?" asked Natalie.

"I've got a bunch of scenes to do today," said Kirsten. "I probably won't be done until late."




The Big Time Pt. 09



"What about tomorrow?" asked Natalie. "I heard the summer festival they have here is a lot of fun."

"Yeah, so did the screenwriter. The fireworks are tomorrow and we're shooting right in the middle of the Taste of Chicago," said Kirsten. "Sorry I'm so busy but I think the night after that I'll be free."

"Okay," said Natalie. Allen reached Joe's first and held the door open as Natalie and Kirsten went inside.

7:18 pm. Michael and Thomas's house.

Michael was sitting at the kitchen table reading through his script, practicing his lines for the next day. He almost choked on a piece of lettuce when he flipped the page and saw the next scene. With everything that had happened he did not realize that tomorrow would be the first day he and Kirsten would actually work together. The scene was rather intense considering their prior relationship. He could probably handle it but afterwards was the problem. There was only so much professionalism he had.

He tossed the script onto the table and rubbed his eyes as his mind drifted to Natalie and the events leading up to their second meeting. Thomas was out with Keira, probably having a great time. He had no issues with playing up the hero angle; Keira ate it up and asked for more. Michael, on the other hand, almost wished it had never happened. He choked down his disgustingly healthy dinner and put the dishes in the sink. Then he washed his hands, scrubbing as hard as he could. 

Of course he wanted a little glory, not to mention that the reluctant hero routine was quite a cliché, but he could not shake the feeling that he had done something wrong. A number of thoughts had crossed his mind, including one where he interrupted something that was not as out of control as it seemed. What celebrities do behind closed doors might not be any different than what average people do, especially considering what happened between Thomas and Eliza. His treatment of Natalie after the incident also did not sit well with him. All she wanted to do was say thank you and he blew her off. 

There was something else about the incident that bothered him. On television, every woman who was the victim of domestic abuse was at the very least angry. Natalie was nothing but calm. Michael seemed to have more trouble with what happened than Natalie did. The more he thought about it, the more mysterious she became. He decided that he had to find out what really happened.

7:57 pm. Hotel Allegro.

Outside the room Thomas told him Natalie was staying in, Michael stood for five minutes deciding what the best way to approach Natalie would be. He had to gain her confidence if he was going to get any information out of her. Michael rotated his neck a few times and knocked. Natalie opened the door a few moments later.

"Hi Mike," said Natalie, curiosity clearly contoured around her face.

"Hello," said Michael. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"You're not. Come in."

Michael entered the room. "I wanted to come and apologize for the way I was acting. And to ask you something."

"How did you know I was here?"

"Oh. Tom told me," said Michael. He turned around. "I haven't been able to figure out why you're in Chicago. Do you live here?"

"No, I wanted to surprise Kiki," said Natalie. She smiled ruefully. "I asked Connor to come because I didn't think it was safe to be alone in a city I didn't know."

There was an awkward pause. "I hate what I did Natalie. So I have to know. Was Connor going to do what I thought he was going to do?"

Natalie paused before answering. "Yes, he would have."

Michael let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Er, not that he was going to, uh, do what he was gonna do but-"

"I understand. He deserved what he got," said Natalie. "I'm grateful Mike."

"Well that's all I needed to know. I thought-" said Michael. "Well never mind what I thought, it was wrong. I guess I'll leave you alone now."

"Wait," said Natalie. "Do you know Buddy Guy's?"

"Yeah," said Michael.

"Can you show me where it is?"

"Yeah, it's in the Loop," said Michael. "You're a Blues fan?"

"Yes, is that so odd?" asked Natalie.

Michael shrugged. "I guess not. Okay, well it's on Wabash and-"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," interrupted Natalie.

"Let me go get a map from the lobby and then-"

"You could just show me where it is."

"I guess I could. Okay," said Michael. "When do you wanna go?" Natalie picked up her purse from the table. "Sure, now is good."

9:12 pm. Buddy Guy's.

The place looked like an old, run down building from the outside. But inside the dirty walls was one of the premiere Blues clubs in Chicago. Any number of famous names had graced its stage, from Clapton to Townsend to ZZ Top. No one particularly famous was playing that night, but the music was good nonetheless. It was dark and smoky inside, the perfect atmosphere for listening to the best local Blues bands the city had to offer.

Natalie used her celebrity status to get a table right next to the stage. Michael used the status of his wallet to keep the drinks flowing. On stage was a band called the Fields. They were not very impressive so Natalie excused herself and went to the restroom. Michael was polishing off the little bowl of nuts when she came back and sat down.

"How long have you been playing the piano?" asked Natalie.

"Long enough," said Michael. "I stopped a while back."

"How come?"

"Overzealous parents."

"Oh," said Natalie.

Michael nodded. "My mother thought it would reflect better on her if she had a son who could play classical music. Well she got what she wanted. The only problem is that I sound like a five year old banging on the keys when I try to play a piece of music I don't recognize."

"But still, I would love to be able to play like you do. Even if it is restricted to classics."

Michael gulped his drink. "Classics. I can't stand them anymore. Some of the greatest works of art the world has ever seen and I hate them."

"Hate them?"

"Yep. I'd say it happened around the sixth time I got grounded and went to bed without dinner because I hadn't reached an arbitrary level of proficiency my mother had set," said Michael as he put his empty glass down. "All the artistry, skill-" Michael looked at Natalie. "The beauty, of those notes was gone for me by the time I was twelve. But I guess it has its uses as a parlor trick."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Not a big deal anyway," said Michael. They both turned their eyes to the band onstage. The mood had changed noticeably.

"What oxymoron do you think best describes this group?" asked Natalie.

"Living dead?"

Natalie chuckled. "How about 'pretty ugly?'"

"Ha," said Michael as he tried to think of one. "Good grief?"

"Um," said Natalie. "Sweet sorrow."

Michael laughed. "Well I can't think of any more."

"Soft rock, clearly misunderstood, resident alien," said Natalie. 

"Wow," said Michael. "Got a favorite?"

"Male intellect."

"Hey now," said Michael. "Knowing obscure oxymorons does not an intellect make."

"Says who?"

"Um, well says somebody I'm sure," said Michael.

Natalie clapped as the band walked off stage. The house band came up and began playing some light jazz. 

"Have you spoken to Kirsten?" asked Michael.

"Yes, today actually," said Natalie. 

"How is she?"

"None the worse for wear."

"I didn't mean it that way," said Michael, shaking his head. "I'm not under the illusion that she hasn't gotten over me. Um, she has though, right?"

"I'd say that she has," said Natalie. Michael obviously did not want to hear that from one of Kirsten's close friends so Natalie decided to change the subject. "So you've been going to school here for three years right?"

"Mmhmm. Planning on staying once I graduate too," said Michael.

"What if your film career takes off?" asked Natalie.

"I'll rent," said Michael. "That's of course assuming that any ensuing fame from this movie makes my life better instead of worse."

"Hopefully it'll make it better," said Natalie.

"Has it made your life better?" asked Michael. "If that's not too personal a question."

"That's something I've been asking myself lately," said Natalie.

"Really? Why?" asked Michael.

"Well, from Star Wars alone I could retire," said Natalie. "I could finish school, become a psychologist and have a practice in some big city like New York or LA."

"Sounds like a plan," said Michael. "But you don't want to do that, do you?"

"See, I love acting and I thought I would be able to balance my life with a Hollywood life," said Natalie. "So far I've been able to do it. But afterwards I think it's going to be harder." 

"Isn't it hard now?" asked Michael.

"Yes, but like I said I've been able to manage." 

"I bet those Star Wars royalty checks make things easier," said Michael. 

Natalie shrugged. "It's just money."

"Except when it's a lot of money, then it stops being just money," said Michael. "I never thought I'd see a check like the one I got from Paramount. They could knock a zero off and I'd still be happy. I suppose cash like that will keep me sleeping well at night."

"The first few night definitely," said Natalie. She picked through the bowl of nuts and popped a cashew into her mouth.

"Oh, so you're the type who thinks that real happiness comes from meaningful relationships with family and friends?" Natalie looked surprised. "Don't worry, I think I'm in that camp too. I wasn't always though."

"When did you see the light?"

Michael thought for a moment. "I guess there were a bunch of reasons. One of the big ones though came from an unexpected source. It's also rather silly."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," said Natalie.

"True," said Michael. "Anyway, have you ever heard of a game called The Sims?"

Natalie nodded. "I've played it. It's the dollhouse game right?"

"I prefer to think of it as a life simulator," said Michael.

"Ha, okay, the life simulator. What about it?"

"You played it, so you know that you have to feed your Sims, get them jobs, pay the bills blah blah blah right?"

"Don't forget building a dream house and getting to decorate it," said Natalie.

Michael deepened his voice. "I don't know about that." Natalie laughed. "Anyway, so I turn my Sim into an actor because in the game they make the most money. Time goes by and I end up fabulously rich. Then uh, you know, I got my girlfriend to come over and she built a dream house."

"Suuuure Mike."

"So now that I have all this room and money, I start filling up the house with everything I wanted. When I had everything I wanted I started buying the stuff I didn't want."

Natalie nodded. "At some point there was nothing left to buy."

"Right, and then-"

"You stopped playing."

"Exactly," said Michael. "I told you it was silly."

"No, that was interesting. I never thought life lessons could be learned from a video game."

They whiled away the rest of the night, relaxing and talking about whatever happened to pop up. By the time they had gotten into a taxi to go back to Natalie's hotel, Michael was convinced Natalie was absolutely qualified to attend a better school than Harvard. Her intelligence could easily be intimidating but she was just able to keep herself from sounding obnoxious and snooty. It was just past two in the morning when they reached her hotel.

Michael walked with her through the empty lobby. His head was on a swivel. "What are you doing?" asked Natalie.

"Just making sure Connor isn't around," said Michael. "It's entirely possible he didn't get the point. And if he sees me with you then he's going to get the wrong point."

"Other people wouldn't," said Natalie under her breath.

Michael looked at her. "Huh?" They had reached the elevators. "Do you want me to come with you to make sure Connor hasn't found your room?"

Natalie looked up at him. "No, I'll be fine."

"Alright," said Michael. He pressed the up button and one of the elevators opened immediately. "Well, good night."

She entered the elevator, making a face with her back to Michael. Then she dropped the expression and turned around. "Good night." Natalie pressed the button for her floor and the doors closed slowly. Michael scratched his head and headed out of the hotel. He was fairly sure that this was a situation where a woman said no when she actually meant yes. Leaving aside the impending encounter with Kirsten that was weighing on his mind, he was not sure if Natalie wanted him to come up because she liked him or because of what he did for her. He signaled for a cab. There was nothing he could do about it now.

2:43 am. Friday, July 4. Michael and Thomas's house.

Michael was brushing his teeth in the bathroom when he heard the front door slam shut. Thomas rushed into the bathroom and pushed Michael out. "I gotta piss. Move."

Michael rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen to rinse. "What were you up to?" he called out.

The toilet flushed and Thomas came out. "Kinda broke up with Keira."

"What?" asked Michael. "Already?"

"Yeah, she caught me flirting with another girl at the bar tonight and she blew up," said Thomas.

"What were you thinking? That's such a rookie mistake," said Michael.

"It's not like I did it right in front of her. She was in the bathroom," said Thomas. "Like you've never done that?"

"Not when I'm out WITH the girl."

"If you had seen this chick, oh man, you'd have done the same thing," said Thomas. He walked into the living room. "Maybe not if your girlfriend was in the bathroom, but if she was in like a different bar, you definitely would have done it."

Michael sighed. "Well this is very awkward. Couldn't you have waited until after the shoot was over?"

"Yeah, but she was RIGHT there man."

"I'm assuming you're so chipper because you got the number."

Thomas walked through the hallway holding the cordless phone. "Was there ever any doubt?"

"It's like three in the morning, you're gonna call her now?" asked Michael.

"No, I'm just making sure you're not hogging the phone talking to your imaginary friends tomorrow." He entered his bedroom and closed the door.

12:29 pm. Grant Park.

Today was the big day, in more ways than one. The attendance at the Taste of Chicago was due to swell to over one million by the time the fireworks started. This was also the first scene that Michael and Kirsten had together. In the context of the film, it was the spark that led to their romance. Somewhere inside his head he hoped that it sparked more than just the fictional relationship.

Unfortunately, that scene took place at night near the lake under the illumination of the thundering fireworks so Michael was probably going to be extra nervous and fidgety all day. The weather was partly cloudy and Jen had everybody on alert for when the sun would peek out, putting him even more on edge. 

"Okay people!" said Jen through a bullhorn. "Places, the sun's coming out!"





The Big Time Pt. 10



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Chapter 10: The Recuperation

10:01 pm. Monday, July 7. Alyssa Milano’s home. Los Angeles, California.

Katie leaned back and stretched her arms, letting out a satisfying yawn. “I’m beat.”

Alyssa sighed too. “Me too. It’s been a long day.” She sat up. “But the night is just beginning. How about I make us a couple drinks?”

“Have any movies we could watch?” asked Katie as she followed Alyssa down the stairs. 

“I’ve got a little collection. Check the cabinet on the right behind the CDs.” Alyssa entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, shivering a little at the cool breeze. After grabbing a few ingredients she shut the door and mixed up a pair of tall, long drinks. She entered the living room and handed one glass to Katie as she sat down next to her. “Good choice. This is one of my personal favorites.”

“I haven’t seen this one before,” said Katie with a chuckle. “In fact I haven’t seen any of those movies before.”

“You’ll love it.” They sat on the couch watching the images move around. Katie smirked as two women ran a circle around their car before getting back in before the light turned green. Alyssa had already put her drink down; it was mostly empty already. Katie ran her hand through her hair and breathed a long sigh. Alyssa picked up the remote control and turned the volume down on her television. “This part is kind of boring. Did you hear about what happened to Kirsten Dunst?”

“Hmm?” said Katie distractedly.

“The plot isn’t that riveting is it?” said Alyssa. “You’ve heard about Kirsten Dunst and that shooting?” 

“Yes, of course. It’s absolutely terrible,” said Katie. “I hope she’s okay.”

“I bet she is,” said Alyssa. “If she was like, dead, I’m sure we would have heard about it.”

“Yes, we would’ve,” said Katie as she crossed one leg over the other. “I’m actually much more worried about Mike.” Katie turned to Alyssa. “He was in that movie too and one of my really good friends. He hasn’t called me since it happened.”

“Oh?” asked Alyssa as she licked some juice off one of her fingers. “I’m sure he’s okay, the other person could have been anyone.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I always am,” said Alyssa. “So you and Mike are just friends?”

“Um. It’s a little weird, but yeah, I guess we are just friends,” said Katie.

“Ohhhh. Phew,” said Alyssa with a smile. “I got the impression that you and Mike were together.”

“Really? From who?”

“Mike,” said Alyssa. 

“When did you meet him?” asked Katie. She suddenly shivered and a spattering of goose bumps appeared on her thigh.

“I nailed him about a month ago,” said Alyssa like she was ordering coffee. “Then Rose McGowan and I fucked the shit out of him a little bit after that.”

Katie looked at Alyssa with one eyebrow raised. “You’re not much for subtlety are you.”

“Does it bother you?” 

“It shouldn’t,” said Katie hesitantly.

“Besides, do you think he’s going to mind that we’re sitting naked on my couch watching porn and fingering each other’s pussies?” asked Alyssa. 

“It would be hypocritical wouldn’t it?”

“Ooooh, here we go.” She turned the volume back up.

It certainly looked like Devon, Jenteal and Raylene were having a fun time on that porch in the mountains. While Alyssa and Katie were one short of reenacting that scene that certainly was not stopping them from enjoying themselves. They were a little fatigued from the sweaty sessions they had earlier, but whatever was in the drinks Alyssa whipped up was certainly perking them up.

Katie was on the right and Alyssa was on the left. Alyssa lifted her leg and draped it across Katie’s thigh, granting her fingers better access to the pussy that she was tasting only minutes ago and would hopefully be tasting again before the night was over. Alyssa began pinching her nipples with her free hand, adding that little extra volt to the proceedings.

Alyssa’s adept fingers played with Katie’s pussy like a master violinist played his violin. There was no question of her skill, gained through hours upon hours of Sapphic fulfillment as well as self-exploration. Even though the movie was one of her favorites she found that watching the ardor grow on Katie’s utterly cute face to be much more arousing. 

Katie was twirling her hair with one hand and sighing with contentment. Her other hand was of course in that special place that men dream of, rubbing and stroking gently and softly. The images leaping off the screen and the moans wafting through the air were ten times more intense with the Italian sexpot fingering her better than she ever fingered herself.

She knew that she could not keep up with Alyssa but she had to try. Katie desperately wanted to master the craft and the only way to do it was through lots of practice with a patient and willing master. She let her palm rest on Alyssa’s mons and applied pressure to both sides of her clit with her thumb and middle finger. When that little button snuck out from its hood Katie began rubbing it with her index finger.

Soon a pair of fragrant fingers made their way to Katie’s lips and she gladly sucked them into her mouth, licking and lubricating them liberally. Getting her own flavor rubbed into her tongue almost drove her as wild as tasting someone else. When Alyssa pulled her fingers way from Katie’s eager mouth, Katie’s soft folds provided a warm, wet place to hide in.

Alyssa’s willingness was obvious but patient she was not. As nice as Katie’s fingers were she was obviously more adept with her tongue and Alyssa was more than ready to receive a Katie Holmes lickdown. But first, Alyssa needed a taste of that sweet pussy hiding between Katie’s legs. She scooted even closer to Katie and kissed her on the neck. When Katie first approached Alyssa it took Alyssa all of five minutes for her to figure out the way Katie got off hardest. Somewhat ironically, the soft way was the best way. Considering Alyssa’s other partners this sort of sex was a pleasant change.

Katie loved those lips caressing her neck and then her ear. She instinctively turned her head and kissed Alyssa back, slipping her tongue inside for a few fun seconds. Alyssa increased her rubbing speed just enough to get Katie’s heart beating faster. A little penetration was in order and she soon had Katie’s hips moving back and forth in pleasure. 

This served to make Katie kiss back harder and harder, moaning in appreciation into Alyssa’s open mouth. Her hands reached for those amazing tits and gave each of them a tight squeeze. Devon chirped loudly as Jenteal gave her ass a little spank. Alyssa felt Katie’s lips leave hers for a moment to watch the television screen.

“Oh so you would rather watch that porn instead of me?” said Alyssa.

“Of course not.”

“If you wanna watch it I’m not going to stop you. Why don’t you get into a more comfortable position,” said Alyssa. “Like on your hands and knees.”

“Um, okay.” Katie knelt down on the thick, soft carpet and leaned forward, her face less than a foot away from the television screen.

“Don’t take your eyes off those flopping porn star tits.” Alyssa doubted she needed to tell Katie that but she had to retrieve a few choice accessories that put the explanation point on lesbian lovemaking. As arousing as watching Devon eat pussy was, Katie was a little confused that her dripping pussy was currently unattended. “Hey! I said eyes on tits!”

“Sorry!” chimed Katie.

Alyssa had returned with a little surprise for Katie and she did not want Katie to spoil it for herself. She pressed down on the small of Katie’s back, puffing out the tight cheeks of Katie’s ass. Smacking her lips Alyssa gave Katie a long wet swipe of her tongue, from her clit to her brown eye. Alyssa opened Katie’s lips slightly and got herself a deeply fulfilling taste of Katie’s essence.

“Oh god yes Alyssa, that’s so good,” moaned Katie. Devon opened an ice cold bottle of water and began pouring it all over Raylene’s pussy.

“Just you wait honey,” said Alyssa. She let a string of anal beads fall out of her hands, holding them up by one end. After spitting a few times into Katie’s asshole she pressed the first bead into Katie’s rear end.

“Oh jeez, what is that?” asked Katie as her muscles contracted involuntarily. It had been a while since someone played with her ass like this. 

“Relax baby.” She gently pressed the next bead inside and then the next.

“Oh my god,” said Katie as she scrunched her eyes shut. She clenched the carpet when Alyssa pressed in two more. Desperately, she rubbed her clit as the mind blowing mix of pleasure and pain coursed through her flesh.

Alyssa gradually took over the clit rubbing, leaving Katie’s hands to the sole task of keeping her from falling over from pleasure. “How’s that feel?” asked Alyssa.

“Soooo good, oh my god.”

There was little outlet for Katie’s pent up pleasure except for gripping the edges of the television tightly and moaning louder than the porn stars. The string of beads nestled in her ass was providing a constant stream of pleasure that kept her right on the edge of an orgasm. Alyssa would have liked to keep her there for a long while but the delicate little moans escaping Katie’s lips were turning her on so much that she was going to need release soon too.

Alyssa lay down on her back and slid under Katie’s heated body. Katie lowered her wet pussy to Alyssa’s lips and reveled in the double dose of pleasure she was now receiving. She watched with fervor the up close and personal pussy licking on the television screen through the vertical blinds of her unkempt hair. Alyssa was outperforming the onscreen pros admirably.

She took hold of the string of beads and slowly extracted them from Katie’s orifice. The exit was more pleasurable than the entry. As each bead popped out another spike of pleasure drove itself into her brain with Alyssa’s tongue clearing the way. The exit of the final bead along with a clit-jolting slurp from Alyssa brought Katie to a skin tingling release that had her screaming in pleasure.

After a few post-orgasm licks Alyssa scooted out from under Katie and sat up. Katie was leaning against the television, her head flush with the screen. When she finally lifted her tired head up there was a wide grin on Alyssa’s face. Half that smile was from having the fresh taste of Katie’s cum on her lips and the other half was from seeing the bride of Frankenstein hairdo Katie was now sporting.

“What, what is it?” asked Katie. Alyssa laughed and pointed at Katie’s head. Katie reached up and felt the residual static charge on her hair. “Oh.” She began chuckling as well.

“I knew I was good, but that, is definitely a first.”

“What are those things?”

“Just another item from my toy collection,” said Alyssa.

“I think I’m going to need a set of my own,” quipped Katie.

Alyssa got back onto the couch. “Before you run off to the porn shops honey, you’ve got some chores to do,” said Alyssa as she leaned back, puffing out her fabulous chest.

“You know how much I love chores,” said Katie. She tweaked Alyssa’s nipples and kissed her. 

“Katie, I thought I was pretty clear the first time.”

“Mmm yes you were,” said Katie. She let her nose drag down Alyssa’s chin and neck. Face to areola, Katie took a hardening nipple between her lips and sucked. After only a few seconds of that she took the nipple between her teeth and gave it a little bite that sent sparks of pleasure throughout Alyssa’s body. Katie loved hearing that little gasp and devoured Alyssa’s other breast, forcing Alyssa onto her back.

“Ooh baby, lick em!” urged Alyssa. Katie would have responded were it not for a mouthful of tit. Alyssa’s pussy was getting hotter and wetter with each passing moment and this development did not escape the notice of Katie’s roving hands. Soon, she was on her knees, feasting away.

There was no fanfare, no teasing or toys, just simple, aggressive pussy licking from a woman who was still relatively new to Sapphic lovemaking but was quickly picking up the intricacies. After a few minutes of that agile tongue wiggling around her cuntal lips, Alyssa could have cared less about her favorite lesbian flick. Katie’s lip smacking and Alyssa’s groans were drowning the sound out and Alyssa’s eyes were shut tight as she reveled in the pleasure.

“Fucking yes Katie!” said Alyssa. Katie forced her fingers inside the pussy below her tongue and pistoned them as fast as she could. “Shit, yes! I’m commmmming!” shrieked Alyssa as cum washed over Katie’s tongue.

Once Katie had suitably gathered up all of Alyssa’s dew she clambered up onto the couch next to the gasping beauty. “Mmm, chores.” Alyssa chuckled as she put her leg over Katie’s thigh again.

10:55 pm. Room 916. St. Joseph Hospital. Chicago, Illinois.

“You feeling tired kiddo?” said Klaus as he stroked his daughter’s head. “You oughta to be wide awake you been sleeping so long.”

“I should be. But I guess I am pretty tired dad.”

“Alright,” said Inez. She sighed mightily. “I think I might actually get a good sleep tonight too.”

“I’ve been sleeping fine,” said Christian.

“Thanks Chris. You’ve been so helpful,” said Kirsten with a grin.

“Aren’t I always?”

Klaus was writing on the hospital stationery. “Here’s the number and where we’re staying. We’ll be back first thing in the morning, okay?”

“Okay. Bye guys.”

Inez hugged Kirsten. “Bye Kiki.” Christian was up next with much the same procedure.

“Sleep well honey,” said Klaus. He kissed her on her forehead and they left. Natalie hung back; Kirsten’s family had dominated the conversation and she had not said much to Kirsten. 

She walked over to the side of the bed and held Kirsten’s hand. “I’m so happy you’re okay Kiki.”

“Me too.”

Natalie grinned slightly and then adopted a more serious expression. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”

“Well I’m just glad it’s over. Hopefully the mark won’t be too noticeable.”

“I’m sure it won’t be.”

“What kind of fruit basket do you think I should send to the doctor who did the surgery?” Kirsten was strangely detached. “Maybe I should buy him a car. Never mind, he’s a doctor, he probably has a nice car already.”

“He probably does,” said Natalie. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” 

Kirsten took a breath. “I remember everything Natalie. I don’t need to be reminded of it.”

“Okay,” said Natalie. She hesitated as she brought up another topic. “Did you talk to Mike before he left?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “We spoke just before you guys came in. Or he spoke, I mean.” Kirsten sat up and Natalie helped her adjust the pillows behind her back. “I didn’t say much of anything.”

“What did he say?”

“He regrets ever meeting me,” said Kirsten matter of factly.

“He said that?”

“Not in so few words, but yeah.”

“How many words did he use?” asked Natalie.

“He said he was sorry he ever walked into that bar and sat down next to me, that he got the role in this movie, that we had that little weekend together. What else could he mean?”

“Just the opposite?” offered Natalie. “Maybe he regrets what happened to you, not him.” 

“Maybe.”

“Shouldn’t you give him the benefit of the doubt Kiki?”

“Why?”

“He was so scared, Kirsten. For you,” said Natalie. “He was awake for days, standing right over there.” She pointed at the corner. “Watching you.” 

“Sounds creepy.”

Natalie cocked her head slightly. “Not even your family was able to pull that off.”

“Good for him,” said Kirsten sarcastically. “I hope his guilt keeps him awake for the rest of his life.”

“I didn’t realize you felt that way.”

“Well gee, I’ve been in a hospital bed for three days after surgeons removed a BULLET from my stomach. He wants responsibility so he can have it.” 

“He doesn’t want it Kirsten. To him I don’t think it’s a choice,” said Natalie.

“What do you know,” said Kirsten, irritated.

“I know what he did for you and the courage it took for him to do it.”

“Besides using the word ‘hello’ to set in motion a course of events that would eventually lead to me getting shot, what did he do for me?” said Kirsten sarcastically.

“Didn’t you see the sling?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“He got shot Kiki. In the shoulder.”

Kirsten shook her head. “The mugger only fired once, I remember that.”

“That’s exactly right,” said Natalie. Realization crept over Kirsten’s face. “I guess you don’t remember everything.” 

“No, I remember him holding onto me with both of his arms. They were working fine.”

“The medics at the scene didn’t notice either,” said Natalie. Noticing Kirsten’s puzzled look, Natalie explained herself. “I was there Kiki, I saw what happened. I was looking for you after you left the cafe. I got there just before the mugger pulled out the gun.”

“If you were there then tell me what happened.”

Natalie knew there was only one thing that Kirsten wanted to know. “The bullet hit Mike before it hit you.”

Kirsten swallowed. “So you’re telling me he saved my life.” Natalie could see the feelings rolling through her. “Isn’t that interesting.”

Natalie watched Kirsten as she slowly became choked up with emotion. “What’s wrong?”

“Then why did he leave? Doesn’t he think it was worth it?” Kirsten shut her eyes but the tears still fell. 

“No, no of course not Kiki,” said Natalie as she hugged Kirsten. “It’s not that at all.”

“Then what is it?” sniffed Kirsten.

Natalie did not know what to say. “I’m sure he’s not gone, he just needed to figure some things out. I can go get him right now.”

“No you can’t. He’s gone, just like I wanted,” said Kirsten ruefully. She let her chin rest on Natalie’s shoulder. 

“What do you mean? He probably just went to get some sleep after he made sure you were alright.” Natalie took her cell phone out and dialed Michael’s house. “I’m sure he’s not gone. He wouldn’t do that.”

“You know his home phone number?” asked Kirsten.

“I talked to him just after the doctors patched him up. He gave it to me just in case,” said Natalie as someone picked up on the other side of the phone call.

“Hello?”

“Mike is that you?”

“No, Mike’s not here, this is Tom.”

“Oh. Do you know where he is, I need to talk to him.”

“Couldn’t tell you. He hasn’t been around for the last few days.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” She hung up. “Does he have a cell phone?”

“323-555-5438.”

Natalie got the voicemail. “Do you want to leave a message?” she asked.

Kirsten shook her head and wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands. “This shouldn’t be like this.” She could not keep her eyes open as tears flooded down her cheeks. Natalie embraced her and let Kirsten weep.

“No, no it shouldn’t be like this Kirsten. Nothing should ever be like this.” 

“That’s not what I mean,” said Kirsten sadly. Anticipating Natalie’s next query, Kirsten shook her head. “Never mind.”

Natalie squeezed a little tighter. “Mike may not be here but your family is here for you, I’m here for you,” assured Natalie as she stroked Kirsten’s head. “You’re not alone.”

Kirsten sniffled. “I know.”

11:06 am. Tuesday, July 8. 

The nurse knocked on the door to the room. “Kirsten? Two detectives are here to see you.” A man and woman in plain clothes entered the room.

“Good morning Miss Dunst. I’m Detective Altice, this is Detective Jaren. We need to ask you a few questions,” said the woman.




The Big Time Pt. 10



“Okay.” Kirsten was still in the hospital bed. “Do they have to go?” Natalie and Kirsten’s family were in the room.

“As long as they don’t interrupt, they can stay,” said Detective Jaren. He flipped his little notebook open. “Tell us what happened on Saturday afternoon.”

“I was talking with my co-star and we sorta ended up walking into an alley. We didn’t even see the guy approach us. He yelled at us to empty our pockets. Then Mike said something to his dog and he started growling.”

“You’re referring to Michael Torbin correct?” asked Detective Altice. Kirsten nodded. “What happened next?”

“The mugger got scared. He looked like he was going to back off but a car came to a sudden stop behind him. Things seemed to go a lot faster from that point. He turned around suddenly which I guess spooked X because he attacked him. I only heard the shot.”

“What did Mike do?”

“He um, I guess he tackled me.” She motioned towards Natalie. “She told me the bullet went through his shoulder before it hit me. It gets kind of hazy after that. I remember lots of people came around, then the police then an ambulance.” 

“Did you know the man who was killed?”

“No,” said Kirsten. “Who was he?”

Jaren flipped his notebook closed. “We don’t know. There was no ID, fingerprints weren’t in the system and nobody has come to claim the body.”

“What’s going to happen to him?” asked Kirsten.

“The morgue will give it another week and a half before they give him a serial number and a burial,” said Altice.

“How awful,” said Inez.

“Well, we probably won’t need to talk to you again. In all likelihood this is over for you,” said Altice. “I hope you feel better.” They turned to leave but Detective Jaren hung back.

“I’m sorry to bother you like this Miss Dunst, but could I trouble you for an autograph? My daughter loves you.” He took out a folded magazine cover with Kirsten’s picture on it.

Kirsten smiled. “Sure, no problem.” She wrote a little note on the cover and handed it back to the detective.

“Thanks.” He left the room.

“How terrible to die alone like that,” said Inez.



Natalie checked her watch. “I really wish I didn’t have to go Kiki but George is threatening to digitally replace me. I think he might do it too.”

“Go, go, I’m okay now. Thank you so much for staying for so long,” said Kirsten as she sat up gingerly. 

Natalie hugged her. “I’ll see you Kiki.” Natalie opened the door and left the room.

1:56 pm. Michael and Thomas’s house.

Thomas was sitting at the kitchen table rubbing his temple. He had been on the phone for hours trying to find out what happened to X. The celerity of the legal system never ceased to amaze him. “Okay, sir, I’ve found the animal you’re referring to.”

“Jesus, took long enough. So is he okay? You guys are taking care of him?” asked Thomas.

“All the animals in our care receive good care Mr. Mannette.”

“Fine, I’m sure they do. So when can I come pick him up?”

“You’re the owner of this dog?”

“No, I’m a friend of the owner.”

“Oh. Well I can’t release this animal into your custody then.”

“Yes you can, the guy who owns the dog told me I could take him.”

“Unless he transferred ownership of the dog to you, I can’t release him.”

Thomas sighed. “Fine. What is it going to take for me to take this dog off your hands?”

“I just told you. Anything else?”

“No. Thanks.” He dialed Michael’s cell phone but no one answered. “Damnit Mike, pick up the phone.” He beeped the phone off and headed for the refrigerator. Thomas was not feeling particularly happy with the way things had played out the last few days, especially with Keira and Elisha.

Once word about the shooting reached London Keira was ordered home by her parents on the first flight out. Elisha, on the other hand, left on her own after visiting with Kirsten. There was real fury in her eyes when she stormed out of Michael’s room in the hospital and Thomas was unable to provide any comfort for her. She and Thomas were still on good terms but losing two lays like that in three days was pretty rough on him.

8:00 am. Wednesday, July 9. Conference Room “A.” Shooting Stars Talent Agency. Los Angeles, California.

“Everybody here?” Simon did a quick head count. “Good. I’ve got lots of news.”

“I hope you do,” said Paige as she sipped her second steaming cup of coffee. She was a minor agent of the firm.

“Alright. Number one, we’ve finally found out where Kirsten is. Turns out the only way around the new laws that keep hospitals from releasing information about their patients is for the patient to contact you personally. But aside from making me sick with worry, there were some pleasant side effects. Media frenzy has been kept at a, well, non-frenzy level. This is a unique opportunity for Kirsten and for us. It’s key that we harness the power of this horrible event.”

“Whoa whoa, before we turn the spin doctors loose, why don’t you tell us what actually happened?” asked Jerry, after Simon the next highest ranking agent.

“Kirsten told me that she was fighting with Michael and they were jumped by a mugger. Michael’s dog attacked the mugger but he fired off a shot before he was killed. After that, Kirsten was taken to the hospital. The doctors said she was extremely lucky. The bullet was only inches from her spinal cord when it was removed. The prognosis is good and she’s due to be discharged today.”

“Think of the sympathy,” said Paige.

“No studio would turn her down,” said Jake, one of the publicists.

“We’re at a critical juncture here people. Jake, your team has to be on the ball for this one.”

“No problem Simon. We’ll get to work right away.”

“Hey wait a second,” said Jerry. “Who is Michael and what happened to him?”

“Don’t worry, I was getting to him. Michael is a new talent we signed a while ago. He was the lead in this movie,” answered Simon. 

“Was Michael hurt during the mugging?” asked Jerry.

“Kirsten said he was shot in the shoulder. Bear in mind that only one shot was fired,” said Simon. The people sitting around the table quickly understood what he meant. “So here’s the angle we take with him; a real life hero playing fictional heroes.” Jake was rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “But before we can do anything about him, we have to find him first. He’s not in the hospital, but that’s all I know.”

“Doesn’t he have a cell phone?” asked Paige.

“I’ve left dozens of voicemails for him. He hasn’t returned any of them. I’ve spoken to his housemate, but he doesn’t know anything either.”

“If he doesn’t pop up soon he’ll be hanging his own neck,” said Willis, the agency’s lawyer. “Paramount is not going to be happy about him taking their money and running.”

“I assume Paramount has already contacted you about the future of the movie?” asked Simon.

“Yes. Official word is the film is postponed indefinitely. Unofficially, they’re not stupid, the publicity will be huge. If they can get Kirsten and Michael back, they want to finish the movie and get it out there.”

“Let’s find him then,” said Simon. “You’ve got promo pics and other stuff right? Use whatever footage you can get your hands on and get his name and face out there. That ought to flush him out but if somehow he never surfaces, people will forget him just as quickly as you can take him off Entertainment Weekly.”

“Okay, we’re on it.”

3:07 pm. Thursday, July 10.

Kirsten opened the door to her parent’s house and stepped inside. When she had gone out earlier that afternoon she made sure to leave all the lights on along with a television and the radio in her room. She was never comfortable with silence but the shooting had amplified all of her insecurities and fears tenfold. Kirsten had even gone back to clutching one of her teddy bears when she went to sleep.

While she was officially a homeowner she could not bring herself to live on her own just yet. Nobody was home now and she was uncomfortable even with that temporary emptiness. She entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Pushing aside some old pancake batter she found a can of Pepsi Twist and cracked it open.

She went into the living room to watch television. As she settled on some cartoons she took her cell phone out and turned it on. There was a “who’s who” list of Hollywood names scrolling up the voicemail menu. Producers, directors, actors and actresses all calling to offer sympathies. Well, she assumed they were offering sympathies; she had no intention of listening to every single one. The only ones she cared about were the ones from her friends.

Kirsten listened to the messages one by one. They pretty much all sounded the same except for the voice saying them. Mila, Jennifer, Eliza, Tobey and Rachael were among the people who had left messages. She decided to call Eliza first.

“Hello?”

“Hey Eliza,” said Kirsten.

“Kiki hi!” said Eliza. “How are you?”

“I’m okay.”

“Just okay? What are you doing?”

“Um.” She looked at the television screen. “Watching cartoons.”

“Toons? I’m down with toons. Mind if I come over?”

“It’d be a relief if you did.”

“Great, be by in a few.”

***

Michael and Thomas’s house. Chicago, Illinois.

“You can’t. He has to stay in our custody until the sentencing.”

“Sentencing? He’s a dog.”

“Animals who have taken a human life are usually put down. We’re just waiting for the official word.”

Thomas stood from the table. “What? You can’t put him to sleep he was only protecting his owner!”

“I don’t know the specifics Mr. Mannette. I suggest you speak to the detective on the case.” The man hung up.

“Shit.” He called the police station and was put in contact with Detective Altice. “Yes, hi my name is Tom Mannette, I’m trying to get my friend’s dog back. He was the one involved with the shooting a few days back.” 

“I doubt you’re going to be able get him back. He killed someone.”

“But you know why he did it right? He was ordered to. It’s not like he’s a stray.”

“That might be why he has to be put down. He has to have a license to own a trained attack dog.”

“He’s a house dog! Not an attack dog! He won’t hurt anyone unless Mike tells him to!”

“Exactly. Now I have to get back to work.”

“Wait!”

“What is it?” asked Detective Altice, annoyed.

“When are you going to put him to sleep?”

“I don’t know, that’s not my call. Goodbye.”

“Then whose call is it?!” snapped Thomas.

“Talk to Animal Control.” She hung up.

“I already did,” muttered Thomas to himself as he again dialed the number for Animal Control.

3:37 pm. Dunst residence. Los Angeles, California.

Eliza knocked on the door. She waited a few seconds then opened it up and walked inside. “Hey Kiki, what’s with all the cars?” She stopped as a trio of women lounging in the living room came into view. “Oh, so you call me last?”

“Hi Eliza,” said Kirsten from the couch. She was flanked by Elisha and Mila. “I called you first actually, they just got here before you.”

“Hey Eliza,” greeted Elisha and Mila.

“I don’t get this show,” said Mila. “What is that little sponge’s problem?”

“He seems to be really angry at something,” said Elisha.

“He’s not angry, he’s just excitable,” retorted Kirsten.

“Well shove over Elisha,” said Eliza. She squeezed herself down into a small space on the couch. “Spongebob sucks. Let’s watch something else.”

“He does not suck,” said Kirsten.

“He blows,” said Mila.

“You are so clever,” said Kirsten. “What do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know, I have no idea what’s on in the afternoon,” said Eliza. 



“Spongebob it is then.”

“NO, I’ll find something,” said Eliza as she reached over and snatched the remote from Kirsten.

“Hey!” Kirsten lunged across the couch at Eliza, sprawling herself across the laps of Mila and Elisha.

Eliza held the remote just out of reach of Kirsten’s outstretched hands, taunting her. “Hmm, I wonder what ELSE is on?” She began flipping channels.

“Give it back!” laughed Kirsten as she crawled over Mila and Elisha.

“They’re like this every afternoon,” said Mila with a mockingly exasperated look on her face.

Eliza was now trying to escape but Kirsten had a firm grip on her hips. “I can’t wait until they have to go back to school in the fall,” said Elisha.

“Okay MOM,” said Kirsten. “Maybe if you get the remote back we won’t be acting like this.” She continued clutching at Eliza’s hand.

“No need,” said Elisha. She retrieved the remote control for the DVD player and began playing a disc. “I’ll just put on your favorite movie...” Leatherface decapitated a screaming half naked woman. “Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” said Elisha bewilderedly.

Kirsten stopped messing around with Eliza. “That’s Chris’s.”

“Aaaaanyway,” said Eliza. She turned the television off. “Enough TV, let’s go do something.”

Kirsten checked her watch. “If you wanna wait a little while we can eat dinner here, my mom would love having you.”

“NO,” said her three friends simultaneously.

“Uh, I mean, Eliza’s right, we should go out, it’s Friday you know,” said Mila.

“Yeah, we don’t wanna impose on your mom anyway,” said Elisha. 

“I’m driving,” said Eliza, not even bothering to sugarcoat her disdain for Kirsten’s mother’s cooking.

5:56 pm. Vocelli’s.

“Tell me what you guy’s think of this,” said Kirsten. The four them were sitting in one of Los Angeles’s trendiest health food spots. “I had lunch with my publicist today. She tells me that Simon has some big plans for my future.”

“Every agent has ‘big’ plans,” said Eliza.

“Get this though, he wants to treat what happened in Chicago as some big publicity stunt.”

“That’s disgusting,” said Mila.

“That’s despicable,” agreed Elisha.

“That’s shrewd,” said Eliza. They all stared at her. “It was front page news Kiki, everyone in the country knows what happened. I bet your fan clubs have been deluged with sympathy letters.”

“So what?” said Kirsten.

“That’s terrible Eliza, someone is dead and you think it’s a good thing?” said Elisha.

“Not that someone is dead Elisha, but that Kiki is in the public eye more than ever now. She does have a career you know.” 

“I know that. But we all know she wasn’t alone in that alley.”

“Screw Mike, what does he have to do with it?” said Eliza. “It’s not like any of us are going to have to deal with him anytime soon, right Kiki?”

“Yeah…that’s right.”

Someone’s cell phone rang and everybody reached for their purses. It turned out to be Eliza’s. “Hello?...Hey Rose, what’s up?...Saturday? Wicked, I’ll be there…Bye.”

“But-“ said Elisha before Eliza cut her off.

“Clear your Saturday night ladies, we just got an invite to Deep. That place is hot,” said Eliza. “You better clear your Sunday night too.”

“Wish I could,” said Mila.

“You have to,” insisted Eliza. “It’s a guaranteed great time.”

“I can’t, I’ll be out of town with Peter,” said Mila. “Besides, Rose creeps me out.”

“Alright fine. You two?”

“Sure,” said Kirsten.

“Maybe I’ll pop in for a little while,” said Elisha. “Back to the Mike-bashing.”

“Elisha I don’t want to hear it,” said Kirsten. 

“But-“

“You’ve had your share of words. He’s not around. He’s never going to be around. Drop it,” said Kirsten testily. Elisha crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair with a pout.

1:15 pm. Friday, July 11. Simon’s office. Shooting Stars Talent Agency.

Simon picked up his ringing telephone. “Yes?”

“Kirsten Dunst just arrived.”

“Thank you Ada, send her in.” He hung up the phone and stood from his desk as Kirsten entered his office. “Hello Kirsten.” He hugged her tightly. “How are you feeling?”

“You have no idea how tired I am of people asking me that,” said Kirsten. “But I’m fine.”

“Good. Let’s get down to business then. Please, have a seat.” Simon settled into his chair as Kirsten sat down.

“I’ve already talked to my publicist. They told me what you want to do with this.”

“And?” said Simon hopefully.

“It disgusts me.”

“Kirsten, this is more publici-”

“Forget publicity! You want to use the death of a human being to further your own career and buy a bigger Cadillac. I want no part of this.”

“That’s not true! I am truly sorry that that man is dead. I never planned to make light of that in the name of your career. I’m just trying to get some kind of good out of the awfulness that happened to you. I can’t ignore the possibilities that have resulted from his actions. Neither can you.”

“I bet I can. My career is fine, I don’t need this kind of hype.”

“Of course your career is fine. But I want it to be great! I want it to be huge! What happened in Chicago is the catalyst that’s going to do it.”

“You don’t care at all do you?”

Simon put his elbows on his desk. “You want me to care about the man who shot you? Who almost killed you?” Kirsten flinched slightly. “I have no sympathy for him. Only for you.”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Of course it’s about you! I admit, this can do great things for Shooting Stars but it’s not just about my career Kirsten. We’re talking Julia Roberts territory here, if we handle it right.”

“Julia Roberts?” said Kirsten.

“A-list, Kirsten, A-list. You will never be the first one on the red carpet again.” Her silence spurred him on. He reached inside a desk drawer and pulled out a package. “What I have here, are the perfect projects to take on that will cement your rightful position in Hollywood. You are now number one in line on all of them. But you won’t be forever.” He placed the scripts on the desk and slid them towards Kirsten.

She touched the package but did not pick it up. “What about the one I was working on in Chicago?”

Simon shrugged. “They want to finish it but they obviously need the other lead actor to do that. A third of the film was completed before the attack happened so re-shooting all of it is out the question.” 

“So you haven’t heard from Mike either?”

“Not a peep. He’s going to be in serious legal trouble if he doesn’t come back soon though.”

“What do you mean?”

“The studio is paying him for services rendered. If they’re not rendered, they’re not paying.”

“Is there a deadline?”

“End of the month is what their lawyers told ours.” Kirsten stood up and turned around. “Wait Kirsten. You forgot these.” He held out the package with the scripts inside. She hesitated for a moment before she took the package and left his office. Simon smiled. He picked up his phone and dialed Jake. “She’s in. Turn’em loose.”

9:16 pm. Dunst household. 

Friday nights were Friday nights, but Kirsten had holed herself up in her room. She was reclining on her bed and had just finished reading through the scripts Simon had given her. They could be great films and one of them was a near guaranteed Academy Award nomination for Best Supporting Actress. Maybe Simon was right about getting some kind of good out of the whole mess. The phone rang and Kirsten picked it up.

“Hello?” 

“Hi, this is Katie Holmes, may I speak to Kirsten?”

Kirsten swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. “Speaking.”

“Oh. Hi.”

“Hello.” The memory of seeing her name on Michael’s cell phone rushed out from the back of her mind. Katie was the sole woman she knew Michael had been with that she had not spoken to since the breakup. 

“First off, I heard about what happened and-“

“Everybody has.”

“Right, well, I’m not sure what to say, I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Okay.” Kirsten hoped Katie was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.

“Um, I feel kind of weird asking you this, but uh, well let me explain. I’ve been trying to get in contact with Mike for the last few days. I was getting a little worried, we usually talk at least once a week.”

“Oh really,” said Kirsten sarcastically.

Katie scratched her head. “Yeah, really. Um, then I see his face on the news with everybody saying that he saved your life and-“




The Big Time Pt. 10



Kirsten stood quickly from the bed. “What?”

“Just turn on your TV, you’ll see it.”

“Jesus, Simon.” Kirsten exited her room and entered her brother’s room. She turned on his television.

“Do you know where he is? Or how I can get in touch with him?” asked Katie. Kirsten was silent as she watched the talking heads expound on the extraordinary heroism and bravery of one Michael Torbin. “Kirsten?”

“Huh?” said Kirsten distractedly. 

“Do you know how I can get in contact with Mike?” asked Katie again.

Kirsten watched the television for a few more moments before switching it off. “Let me ask you something first Katie.”

“Okay.”

“You and Mike had a relationship right?”

“I thought we still did,” said Katie.

Kirsten went back to her room and shut the door. “Could you tell me about him?”

“Um, okay. I figured you would’ve talked to him a bit on the film in Chicago.” Kirsten smirked. Figures that Michael never told Katie about them. “Anyway, he was a really nice guy, smart, caring. Understanding to a fault even,” said Katie. “Why do you ask?”

“Just wanted to see if I knew him as well as I thought I did.”

“I thought you were asking because you didn’t.” 

“No, Katie,” said Kirsten. She paused for a moment. “I knew him.”

Katie slowly gathered the implications of Kirsten’s words. “Then what is this about?”

“Don’t get angry Katie. You don’t have to worry about that,” said Kirsten. “But I guess I should tell you what happened to Mike.”

***

Torbin Estate. Bethesda, Maryland.

“Michael Torbin, shown here in a promotional photo released by the movie studio, has been declared a hero by many of the Hollywood elite,” said the newscaster. “This comes after police released additional information about the shooting that occurred in downtown Chicago last Saturday afternoon.”

Sharon sipped her wine slowly as the box next to the newscaster’s head became enlarged, showing a clear picture of Sherry Lansing, head of Paramount Studios, standing in front of a group of reporters.

“We can’t thank Mike enough for saving the life of one Hollywood’s biggest stars,” said Lansing.

Freddie Prinze, Jr. appeared after Lansing. “I’d give this guy a kiss if I could.”

The clip cut to Tom Cruise. “The guy saved Kirsten Dunst’s life, I mean come on, is hero even enough of a word to describe him?”

Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt appeared next. “What can you say about a guy who takes a bullet for someone?” said Brad. “It’s kind of romantic,” said Jennifer. “It’s nice to know that there’s still some princes out there. Kirsten is so lucky.”

Sharon reclined in her bed with a satisfied smile, as if the accolades were all her own. 

In his den, Joseph clicked through a bunch of Internet news sites. He never expected to see his son’s face on the web or for his son to do what he did. If, of course, any of that information was true. He pointed to another link when his computer dinged, signaling that his DVD was finished. Joseph took the freshly burned disk out of the tray and placed it in a case. Then he placed it in his private safe, a place that not even his wife knew about.

9:12 pm. Saturday, July 12. Michael and Thomas’s house.

*ding-dong*

Thomas got off the couch where a couple of his friends were sitting and went to the door. He took the pizzas from the delivery man and counted the cash in his right hand. “Hey! Which one of you didn’t put in? Willie, gimme the money!”

“Dude, why do you always assume it’s me?” said Wilson indignantly.

The man sitting next to him shoved him. “It’s always you, you cheap mother fucker.”

“Screw you Jimmy.”

“Willie, money!” said Thomas.

“Goddamnit.” He paused the game he was playing and fished some money out of his pocket. “Here.” Wilson held the bill over his head.

“You DO know where the front door is relative to the couch, right?” said Thomas.

“You guys will NEVER grow up.” The woman sitting in the recliner stood and took the money from Wilson’s outstretched hand to give to Thomas.

“Thanks Sam.” He finally paid the pizza man and brought the pizzas into the living room. After plopping them down on the floor in front of the television, Thomas retrieved a can of soda from the kitchen. “Alright, food, then business.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” said James as he wolfed a slice in three bites. He was a football player. Sam was a political science major and Wilson was a business major. They were all Chicago locals who also attended the University of Chicago with Michael and Thomas. Ten or fifteen minutes later they finished eating.

“So what’s this business about?” asked James.

“I need to call in a few favors,” said Thomas.

“Don’t you have to DO a favor before you can call one in?” asked Wilson.

“Man shut up,” said Thomas. “Anyway, Sam? You know what’s going on, tell them.”

Sam took a bite out of the crust of her slice of pizza. “You three are going to break into a police kennel and rescue Mike’s dog X.”

Wilson and James stared at her in silence for a few moments. “WHAT?!” exclaimed Wilson.

“Wait, you’re not coming because…” said James. 

“I’m the one who is going to get you access to the building. Don’t worry, it’ll be a cakewalk,” assured Sam. “I can get you the key to the back door from my father. From there, you just make your way to the cages. The only hard part is finding the key to the door of X’s cell.”

“Who’s going to have the key?” asked James.

“You’re actually considering this?!” said Wilson. 

“Hey I love a good caper,” said James.

“Distracting Sam while Tom snuck out of her mom’s bedroom was a caper! This is breaking and entering!” exclaimed Wilson.

Sam’s eyes widened in shock. “WHA-“

“They close at eight, so we’ll be going in around nine,” interrupted Thomas. “There are security cameras, so don’t wear that shirt that says ‘WILLIE’ across the front.”

“Wait a second Tom!” snapped Sam.

“Sam I’m trying to save Mike’s dog here alright!” said Thomas, doing his best Steve Zahn impression. He pointed at James and Wilson. “In?”

“Hell yeah,” said James.

“No!” said Wilson.

“Come on man, do it for X,” said James.

“I’m not going to jail for a freaking dog,” said Wilson.

“Look, we need you alright? We can’t do it with only two guys,” said Thomas. He looked up as he thought a moment. “Well, we probably could, but it would be a lot more dangerous. We’ll probably get caught if you’re not there.”

“Yeah, then how are you going to feel?” said James.

“Guilt trips? Yeah, they don’t work anymore,” said Wilson.

“Fine. Sam will sleep with you if you do it,” said Thomas.

“Or maybe I’ll go home right now and forget about giving you the key before X gets a poison needle in his stomach!” said Sam.

“Calm down everybody,” said James. “Sam, Willie doesn’t have all the facts straight okay? Tom was never in your mom’s bedroom. It was your sister’s bedroom.” Sam stared at him like he was a moron. James turned to Wilson. “Come on Willie, Mike’s a friend and you know how attached he is to that dog.”

Wilson slumped back into the couch as he contemplated their request. “And Sam will SO sleep with you if we pull this off,” said Thomas.

“Alright! That’s IT! I’m leaving!” Sam stood in a huff and rattled the windows when she slammed the front door shut behind her.

“My parents are going to be so pissed.” Wilson groaned. “I’m in.”



11:47 pm. Deep. Los Angeles, California.

Deep was a thumping club in the heart of Los Angeles. It had the usual atmosphere; strobe lights cutting blue and green swaths across the dance floor, a young DJ spinning tracks, lots of gorgeous young women leaving little to the imagination.

Kirsten and Eliza arrived together, dressed to kill. Then again, maybe kill is the wrong word; maybe maul or maim. No matter what word one would use, whichever man was caught in their sights would certainly not complain. For that matter, neither would a woman, especially when that woman is Rose McGowan.

“Wellwellwell look at you two,” said Rose as Kirsten and Eliza found the booth she was lounging in.

“Don’t tell me we’re the early ones,” said Kirsten.

“Nah, Shannon and Anna are out on the dance floor. I’m just taking a break.”

“Aww, all alone?” said Eliza as she slid into the booth next to Rose. “Poor you.”

“Yes, poor little me,” said Rose as she and Eliza snuck a quick peck.

“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” said Kirsten.

Rose watched Kirsten’s ass bounce as she walked away. “Mmm.” She turned to Eliza. “Looking forward to meeting Anna?”

“I’m always looking forward to meeting the new recruits,” replied Eliza. “Have they been properly drilled?”

“In one sense of the word, yes. In the other sense, well, not yet,” said Rose with a wicked little grin.

Eliza looked at her. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means no, I haven’t buttfucked them with a strap on yet, but yes, I had them eat my pussy until I creamed all over their pretty faces and then I returned the favor.” Rose sipped her drink. “Duh.”

“Oh.”

Two women were giggling and nudging each other as Kirsten entered the bathroom. She cast them a sideways glance as she checked herself out in the mirror.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but they oughta get a room,” said one woman.

“Why can’t you believe that you’re saying that?” said the other woman. “I don’t care how clean the ladies room is, you don’t do that kind of thing here.”

“Do what?” asked Kirsten.

“Perk up your ears honey.”

“We should leave them to their ‘privacy,’” said the other woman as they left.

Kirsten watched them leave and then followed the woman’s advice and perked up her ears. After a few seconds Kirsten shook her head, only hearing the dull thudding of the music from the club. She turned the faucet and wet her hands. Reaching for the soap dispenser she noticed in the mirror what appeared to be two pairs of feet in one stall. Suddenly the moans she did not hear before began to echo off the walls.

She rolled her eyes. “They SHOULD get a room.” Kirsten finished washing her hands and left the bathroom. She made her way back to Rose and Eliza. “They must be putting something in the water.”

“Huh?” asked Eliza.

“Two girls were going at it in the bathroom,” said Kirsten. “They weren’t too shy about it either.”

“Who?” demanded Rose.

“I didn’t stick my head under the door to find out who they were Rose.”

“Why not?” asked Eliza.

“Those fucking sluts!” snapped Rose. “I told them to wait until you guys got here. Oh there’s going to be some trouble up in this bitch now.” Eliza and Kirsten began cracking up. “You think I’m joking.”

“No, we think you’re funny when you’re mad,” said Kirsten.

Rose got out of the booth and walked briskly through the dance floor towards the bathrooms. “This should be fun,” said Eliza. 

“Is she on, like, a crusade to gay every woman on the planet?” asked Kirsten.

“I don’t think ‘crusade’ is a strong enough word,” said Eliza. A few minutes later they saw Rose pulling two women towards the table by their ears.

“We all know each other here,” said Rose as she let the two women go and squeezed into the booth between Kirsten and Eliza.

“I haven’t met them before,” said Anna Faris. 

“Hi Kirsten, Eliza,” said Shannon Elizabeth.

“No pleasantries. On your knees and under the table you fucking sluts,” ordered Rose.

“I’m not getting under there!” said Anna.

“You didn’t have a problem getting down and dirty on a bathroom floor,” said Eliza.

“Now move,” said Rose.

“I want the blond one,” said Eliza.

“Heyyyy, we’re not pieces of meat you know,” said Anna. Shannon had already disappeared under the table. “I’m not going to do this with someone I haven’t even met before.”

Eliza reached across the table and shook Anna’s hand. “Hi, I’m Eliza, nice to meet you.”

“Feel better?” said Rose.

She thought a moment. “A little,” said Anna as she snuck under the table. 

“Make me proud ladies,” said Rose. She looked at a red faced Kirsten who was slowly rubbing her hand on the table. With a deviant grin she looked down and saw a distinct bulge under Kirsten’s skirt that could only be a pussylicker’s head. Rose flipped the cloth back with a flick of her wrist and coaxed Kirsten’s legs open wider so she could get a better view.

Shannon’s nose was buried in Kirsten’s pussy and her tongue was like an eager puppy dog, jumping and licking excitedly. She was confident in her sexuality and had no issues eating whatever pussy was placed in front of her. Her previous encounter with Rose was more of a reawakening rather than an initiation. For Anna though, things were decidedly new and seductive.

Rose looked to her right and saw Eliza gently brushing Anna’s blond locks away from her face. “Don’t worry, we’re the only ones that can see you Anna.”

“I know, but I mean, I at least got to know Shannon a little bit before we, uh, went to the bathroom together,” said Anna with a slightly confused look on her face.

“Grew up in Boston, love Italian food and I’m a Capricorn,” said Eliza. “Good?”

Anna looked up at her. “I like Italian food too.”

“Oh enough of this,” said Rose. She pulled up Eliza’s miniskirt around her hips and revealed a panty-less pussy to Anna’s nervous eyes. “Do you like Dutch-Albanian food?”

“What?” said Anna, her eyes locked on Eliza’s freshly discovered pussy. Eliza and Rose could not tell if Anna was confused because she did not realize that Eliza was Dutch-Albanian or because she was distracted by such an appetizing sight. After a few seconds it did not matter because Anna pressed her face to Eliza’s pussy as tightly as Shannon’s was to Kirsten’s. Eliza had a lecherous smile on her face. She ran both of her hands through Anna’s soft blond hair and made sure that Anna would not get a breath of air until her duty was fulfilled. 

The scent of Eliza’s sex filled Anna’s nostrils and she dove into Eliza’s cunt with reckless abandon. Anna lapped away as fast as she could, anxious to taste and eager to please. She was already all hot and bothered from her trip to the restroom with Shannon but the act of pleasuring another woman gave her even more of a kick. Anna was softly moaning even though her moist pussy was unattended even by her own fingers.

Kirsten knew what she was in for if she accepted an invitation from Rose McGowan. She knew that it was going to be a good time and probably nothing more. After the trials of the last few weeks of her life, mindless pleasure was welcome relief. While Shannon was likely not an air headed ignoramus, Kirsten was hardly interested in her mind at the moment. This was about as free from the real world as she could get.

But when Shannon stuck a pair of slick fingers up Kirsten’s tight little twat a certain type of reality came back to Kirsten. Shannon’s tongue was quite the playmate for Kirsten’s clit and they were busy playing an odd game of tag where neither one wanted to run away. Somehow she could hear Kirsten’s soft whimpers over the music and they drove her wild. Shannon reached down into her pants and began to finger herself. Her panties were still out of place from when Anna had her face down there.

Knowing that her pleasure was still to come, Rose stretched out and crossed one ankle over the other as the other two seated females writhed in pleasure. “Hey Billy!” called out Rose to a man walking past the table. Billy was an old conquest of Rose’s. 

“Hey Rose, what’s up?”

“Would you be a dear and get us some drinks?” asked Rose sweetly.

The last time Billy did something for Rose he got quite a bit in return. “No problem, what do you want?” he said eagerly.

Rose looked at Eliza. “Eliza?” She had difficulty forming coherent words. All that came out of her perspiring red face was a half moan half laugh. 

Billy scratched his head. “What did she say?”

“I don’t know,” said Rose with enough inflection that Kirsten knew what was coming next. “Kirsten, did you understand what Eliza said?”

Kirsten’s leg jerked as Shannon gave a little nibble to her clit and the table shook. She was not able to hide her pleasure any better than Eliza and Billy would soon deduce what was going on. Kirsten grabbed Rose’s thigh with the hand that was not holding Shannon’s head to her pussy and pinched as hard as she could.

“OW!” Eliza reached over and did the same thing. “OW! Stop it!”

“Uhh, I’ll just go get you guys some beers alright?” said Billy, confused. He walked towards the bar.

“Jeez what are you doing?” said Eliza.

“Um. Pleasuring you?” said Anna nervously.

“Quiet you.” Eliza grabbed Anna’s hair and pressed her face back into her snatch. “You know what I like to drink,” she said to Rose.

“Well excuuuuuse me,” said Rose. “Maybe I’ll take my dolls and go home.”

“NO,” said Kirsten emphatically. “Oh god.” She looked down into Shannon’s bright and eager eyes. “Five more minutes, please? Five more minutes!”

“I can go for a lot longer than five minutes Kirsten,” said Shannon. “But let’s see if I’m even going to need five minutes.” She doubled her finger fucking speed and spat directly onto Kirsten’s clit.

Kirsten clenched down hard on Rose’s thigh as Shannon slurped on her clit. “Fuck!” said Kirsten under her breath. Shannon kept the tip of her tongue pressed up hard against the little nub before her and refused to let it get free, no matter how much Kirsten’s hips writhed. By now her fingers were so slick that friction had nearly vanished. What it actually meant was that Kirsten was just about to come.

An ultra-pleasant wave of energy washed over her body as she gushed cum all over Shannon’s face. Shannon let up on Kirsten’s clit but continued to lap at her labia, mentally comparing Kirsten’s flavor to Anna’s. As the tide of pleasure subsided Kirsten gradually eased up on Rose’s thigh, leaving a large red spot on her alabaster skin. Rose rubbed her thigh then reached down and dragged her finger across Shannon’s glossy cheek. She stuck her finger in her mouth and shut her eyes, savoring the taste.

Eliza got a charge out of watching Rose treat her finger like a cock and urged Anna to step up her efforts. “You’re not going to let Shannon show you up like that are you?”

“What do you mean?” asked Anna.

“Check out the look on Kiki’s face.” Anna popped her head up past the table and noticed the lazily happy grin Kirsten was now sporting. “Now don’t you want to see that look on my face?”

Anna’s lower lip jutted out. “Ooh, you’re going to have an even bigger smile on your face when I’m done!” Her head disappeared back under the table.

“Good girl,” cooed Eliza as Anna hooked her arms around her legs and pulled her pussy even closer to her face.

Anna was far from ready to challenge Shannon for pussy eating proficiency but she was not one to back down from a challenge. Even if she was sort of fumbling around down there like a teenage boy. After a few moments of licking it became abundantly clear that she should keep her tongue on Eliza’s clit. Eliza was wet enough as it is and needed no more preliminaries.

“Oooooh, yes, like that,” groaned Eliza. “I wanna see those fingers disappear inside my fucking pussy.” Anna immediately shoved three dainty digits straight up into Eliza; she was not messing around. A wide grin gripped Eliza’s face.

“Ah ha, drinks,” said Rose as Billy returned. “Thanks Billy. Run along now.” Billy put the beers on the table and Rose held one out to Eliza.

Eliza snatched the bottle from Rose’s hand and turned it nearly upside down, pouring the bitter liquid down her throat. Anna licked Eliza’s clit one last time and an orgasm gripped Eliza’s body. Somehow she found a way to moan delightedly into the bottle and drink the beer at the same time, all without spilling a drop. 

“Maybe I’ll go get a beer for myself too,” said Billy when he saw the satisfied look in Eliza’s eyes. He disappeared into the crowd.