1 comments/ 29693 views/ 2 favorites Hunters & Prey By: AchtungNight Intro: Welcome to my latest tale of sexual fantasy. This one's a bit unusual. As always, I appreciate all feedback. A special thanks goes to my editor, who I shall not name. Any mistakes that are still here are solely my responsibility. A few mandatory disclaimers before we begin. This story contains sexual action and adult themes. It is not meant to be read by those who are under age 18, offended by stories like it, or close-minded. It is fiction, even if some of the characters are based on real people. Those real people are vastly different from their characters in this tale. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. In addition, I apologize to any People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) members or sympathizers who read this story and are offended by certain aspects of its plot and the characters' attitudes towards your organization. I support the ethical treatment of animals, but I have a different definition of it than PETA does. I hope that you can understand. No real animals were harmed in the making of this story, of course. I dedicate this story to the paparazzi. I have maligned the followers of that profession much in past stories, and in this one, I will do so again. They make an easy target for satire and casting as bad guys. Many people malign them, it's true. Nevertheless, I know that without them, the job of writing celebrity erotic fanfic, or indeed, keeping up with the doing of celebrities at all, would not be quite as easy. Therefore, I thank them for their work, especially when it's carried out with ethics, and am giving one of them a luckier, more sympathetic role in this story. Don't expect it to happen again anytime soon. :) On that note... *** Hunters & Prey Wilds of Southern Colorado, August 2008. "And then in the strange way things happen, their roles were reversed from that day! The hunted became the huntress. The hunter became the prey! Conquest! Now you know who made the conquest! She, with all her female guile, led him helpless down the aisle. She had finally made a conquest..." "Can we turn that shit off, Bax!" the blond weasel-faced man in the Honda's passenger seat yelled at his friend. Not waiting for an answer, he reached over and clicked off the radio. "I can't stand it, you know?" "Oh, come on, Gary," the ponytailed and brown-bearded driver laughed while pushing up his sunglasses. "You used to love the White Stripes." "Yeah, used to." Gary Parker sighed, pushing away thoughts of how he'd been thrown out of one of that band's concert afterparties last week. The security had not counted a press pass the same as a backstage pass so he had not been able to get close to Jack and Meg White before they escaped in their limo. It had been the latest in over two years worth of bad breaks for Gary and his friend Baxter Page. The pair were career Hollywood paparazzi. Their long bout of recent bad luck had started in February of 2006, when they had nearly wrecked their rental car chasing Keira Knightley and Scarlett Johansson. That pair of lovelies had just posed nude together for the cover of Vanity Fair. They had left the magazine's offices with Rachel McAdams afterwards, for what purpose Gary and Bax could only guess. They had tried to follow the trio to find out, but due to the actresses having one heck of a chauffeur and New York City traffic, they had been forced to give up the chase. At least we didn't end up like several of our comrades, Gary recalled. They crashed their vehicles and a few even were injured. We lost the chase after the girls got themselves stuck behind a bus and we had to drive away. It was just our luck that we didn't get any really good shots during the pursuit. Since then, we've kept trying to get really lucrative celebrity footage. But every time, the shots just weren't good enough. That or someone else got 'em first. We've missed all the recent great scandals. Lindsay and Samantha, Miley Cyrus, Brangelina, TomKat, we missed them all. Been going on like this for two and a half years. On occasion, we've even been caught and ejected from whatever venue we were in by the celebs' security. Like at the White Stripes concert or that club in London last month where I thought I spotted Anne Hathaway and Emily Blunt headed up to a private room. This is driving me bonkers, and I'm sure Bax's feeling it just as bad. We're barely scraping by and our reputation is way down. We gotta change things, and soon. Fortunately, Gary reflected, if this latest venture pays off, we will. A reliable source had tipped him and Bax that Eliza Dushku and some friends of hers would be deer hunting in the forests of Southern Colorado today. Eliza was a B-list actress, only famous for her infrequent guest spots on "Buffy" and "Angel" a few years ago and several low-budget and independent films and TV shows, but she was still a good target for them. Her low level of popularity meant there wouldn't be much competition, and their source had keyed them in to her party's route and their probable destination.. There was also a great buyer for their footage. Eliza had recently come under fire from People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, or PETA, for admitting she enjoyed deer and elk hunting on a talk show. The animal rights organization had posted a $5000 bounty for pictures of Eliza with a fresh kill, which they could use to assassinate her character to like-minded Hollywood powers. That amount of cash was not something Gary would pass up easily. Although part of him did think it might be better spent by PETA on improving animal shelters or something like that. The paparazzi duo had gotten their tip shortly after hearing of the bounty. Bax had said the source was good. However, he'd cautioned it was also someone whom he knew only by a codename and hadn't heard from in a long time. "Whatever," Gary had said with a shrug. "It should be fun and we'll make good money. That's all I need to know." "It won't be easy, Gary," Bax had told him. "We'll have to use stealth. Eliza knows PETA's after her. If they catch us spying on them..." "Bax, I'm from this area of Colorado, and you're an Eagle Scout. We can handle the wilderness. Just make sure you bring the right equipment. What's the worst that can happen, huh?" Bax had not bothered answering that. The worse that can happen is we miss the best shot again; Gary now answered his own question in his thoughts. I've kinda gotten used to that over the past two years. It ain't that bad. I'm not really in this business for the money anyway. It's the thrill of the chase that appeals to me, and the fact that as paparazzi we can legally stalk the hottest women in the world and take their pictures. Nothing they can do about it. Being famous pretty much kills the right to public privacy. And going after a girl like Eliza Dushku, who I've had a crush on for 14 years? Heck, I'd even do that for free. Bax slowed down as they neared a freeway exit. Ahead were a green Jeep Cherokee and two other cars. The Jeep was their target, but out of necessity, they were hanging back. They followed the Jeep down the off ramp and then paused as it turned into a parking lot by a sign that said "Doc's Hunting Preserve. Open 9-9". "Just as Frostfire said," Bax said with a grin. He looked at Gary. "So you sure we can get in here without bows or rifles?" "I checked the place out yesterday," Gary replied. "As far as they're concerned, we're nature hikers and photographers. We have the same rights to be in the park as hunters with lethal weapons do. As long as we know those hunters are in the area, and we pay our park fees, which I also did yesterday, we're fine." "Okay." Bax took the turn into the parking lot and stopped as soon as he found a spot. Gary stuck the three-day park pass he'd acquired during his earlier visit on the car's dashboard. He then took his small Nikon camera out of its belt pouch and raised its lens to his eyes. "There they are." He pointed at the four figures getting out of the Jeep. "Yeah," Bax nodded. "Careful." "Don't have to tell me," Gary said. They had left little to chance. In their camouflage jackets, T-shirts, and pants, he and Bax should blend well into the forest. They had an excellent cover story even if someone did see them. They were out to photograph animals and carried silent cameras without a flash so as not to spook the critters and ruin their shots. Spotting a beautiful woman like Eliza Dushku in the area was just their good luck. Who could blame them for wanting to get a few pictures of her too? Bax trained his digital video camera on the Dushku hunting party and spoke into his lapel mike. "August 9, 1:45 pm. Female subject is Eliza Dushku, regular bad girl actress. She is best known as Faith from the Warner Brothers TV series 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer,' and will soon be starring as Echo in the series 'Dollhouse' on Fox." "'Dollhouse,'" Gary repeated with a smile, thinking of the show. Eliza played a secret agent programmed with skills relative to her missions. For secrecy, they erased her memory after each one. The fantasies a beautiful woman like Eliza undergoing a premise like that prompted had kept him up many a night. "Three male subjects accompanying Eliza," Bax continued. "Subject A is the tallest of three, wears a camouflage baseball cap, and is Eliza's brother Nate. He is her most frequent companion. Subject B is a brown-haired white male, hatless, and is Brad Penny, Eliza's current boyfriend and pitcher for the LA Dodgers. Subject C is a black male, also hatless. Identity unknown." Very large black male, Gary thought. He's probably security. Oh well, unless he's a serious woodsman, we probably don't need to worry about him. "You do the video, Bax," he reminded his friend. "I got individual shots." He snapped several frames of the party from inside their car. The tinted windows, he hoped, would keep them hidden from Eliza's group. Bax continued narrating the background, just in case their footage ended up on TMZ or some other popular celebrity tabloid show. "Eliza recently admitted to being an avid deer and elk hunter on 'Jimmy Kimmel Live.' She's come under fire for this hobby from People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, but seems undaunted. Brad Penny is believed to be the one who got her into hunting. Our sources told us that today they are in this park hunting for deer. And," he added as the party unloaded and donned combat harnesses with longbows and quivers of arrows from their Jeep's trunk, "I think that was just confirmed." Damn, Gary mused, Eliza's looking good. He took several pictures of the actress. Like her male friends, Eliza was dressed in black denim jeans and a flannel jacket. The red fletchings of their arrows and Nate's cap were the only color visible. Her costume hugged her tight body well. Like Gary, she was in her late twenties and had aged very nicely. Her long black hair was unbound, framing the cherubic face Gary had first seen and admired in the 1994 Schwarzenegger action flick "True Lies." She had been in several comedies, horror flicks, and dramas since then, as well as television. "Buffy," "Angel," "Tru Calling," and now "Dollhouse," Gary listed them to himself. All this had gotten her much critical attention and fan acclaim. Gary raised an eyebrow as Eliza looked towards their car. For an instant, he thought she'd spotted them and her dark brown eyes had locked with his. Then the moment was gone as she turned away. Nah, Gary thought. No way we'd get spotted that quick, even with all our recent bad luck. Brad Penny spread out a map on the hood of the Jeep and spent a few minutes going over it with Eliza, Nate, and the probable security man. "Let me try the directional," Bax said, taking a small microphone out of his coat. It could pick up voices at a range of 200 yards with a clear line of sight. With a few adjustments, it soon caught the Dushku party's conversation. Bax and Gary both listened in on the receiver at Bax's belt. "...and here's the best spot for buck I've found in this place," Brad was saying. "I bagged a six-pointer there last season and two the year before. Only a half hour's hike and Doc said it should be empty this time of day. Clarke, that okay with you?" "No problem," the probable security man said. He scanned the area around them. "This place is isolated and doesn't look too crowded, so it should be fine. I'll keep an eye out." "You better," Nate Dushku told him. "If some crazy PETA jerks show up and throw blood on my sister-" "It'll wash out," Eliza cut him off. "Don't worry, bro, everything will be okay." "I still think we should stop doing this for a while," Nate said. "Just till the heat's off." "And miss the rest of the season?" Brad clapped him on the shoulder. "Are you crazy, man?" "I don't want my sister getting any more bad press." "It's okay, Nate," Eliza said as she rolled her eyes. "I don't give a shit what PETA says about me. People have been hunting deer thousands of years, and we'll probably be doing it for thousands more. If they can't deal with that, it's their problem. I get their viewpoint but I like hunting. I'm not giving it up." "You'd think they'd at least award us points for using bows instead of rifles or shotguns," Brad said. "These are lots more humane for the animals. Precise shots to knock them down and then if they seem to be in a lot of pain..." He tapped an automatic pistol holstered at his hip. "Oh dear," Bax whispered. He and Gary had both noticed that Eliza, Clarke, and Nate were all carrying pistols, too. "They're gonna shoot the deer, pal," Gary told his partner, "not us. With luck, they're not even gonna see us." He took two more shots of Brad folding up the map and putting it away. "Come on, they're heading into the woods." "We could just wait for them here, Gary," Bax said. "They come back to the Jeep with a dead deer, we got the shot." "Then we'd miss points for not getting the actual kill," Gary reminded him. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure?" "Back at the motel," Bax said and sighed. "It left when I saw those guns." Gary shook his head and got out of the car. "Come on, let's go." The other paparazzo shook his head. "You go. I'll stay here." "Bax!" Gary pointed at the woods. "You're the one who knows how to use the video camera! Without you..." "Gary, I'm not going," Bax snapped. He put his hands on the wheel. "I've never told you before, but my uncle got shot by a hunter when I was ten. Wrong place, wrong time, he made the wrong noise, and bang! I don't want that happening to me or you, but if you insist on going..." "I do," Gary said, resisting the urge to call his partner chicken. Bax had a right to be scared. Gary was too. But there was no way he was passing up the opportunity to earn $5000. Bax could stay behind if he wanted. Gary just hoped his pictures would be enough. "Okay, I'll go alone," Gary told Bax. "But if I don't come back in three hours, you're coming after me." He pointed at a nearby bulletin board that showed a map of the park. "Your buddy said they're taking Juniper Trail. I'll head after them till the first fork, then switch to Laurel Trail. Like the map shows, that trail runs parallel to Juniper for a bit. Then it heads down towards the river while Juniper goes up to a deer blind." He took a GPS palmtop out of his pocket and turned it on. "Once I hit the first waypoint I marked on here, I'll double back through the woods to the second. There's a clearing nearby along an animal path to the stream. The blind has a great view of that clearing, so it's probably their intended firing range. I'll take position on the hill at waypoint 2. Here, you take this- I have another I can use." He handed the GPS to Bax. Bax grimaced as he took it. "Remind me again. Are there any dangerous animals in this park?" Gary shrugged. "The usual. Wild hogs. Wolves and cougars. Maybe a bear or two. But ducks and deer are the main thing. The rangers try to keep down the predator population." "Great. I hope they're doing a good job." His partner chuckled. "If they're not, I'll soon find out." "You be careful, okay?" Bax sighed. "Good luck, though. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get a shot of her killing Bambi's mom." Not likely, Gary thought. The staff of these parks, and hunter professionalism, tends to frown on people shooting female deer, or too many male deer for that matter. He didn't say anything to correct Bax, though. The image was good for their clients who condemned deer hunting, and his partner's lapel mike was still on. "Hurry up," Bax said as he waved him away. "They're heading in. You don't want to miss them." He clicked his camera off and looked away. You could come with me, chicken, Gary almost said. Then he shook his head and turned back to face the Dushku party, who were already far across the lot. He focused his lens and snapped three quick shots of their backs, concentrating his lens on Eliza's curves. Then he headed after them, pausing only to nod at a ranger who greeted him halfway to the trails. Gary looked back at Bax just before he entered the woods, and saw his partner was on a cell phone. Who could he be calling? Gary wondered. Never mind. I'm gonna get these shots. The trek through the woods passed uneventfully. Clarke, the security man, looked back a few times, but if he even saw Gary, his gaze never lingered. Gary took a few more pictures, but nothing really good. He wished he had asked Bax to give him the directional mike. With it he could have listened in the few times his quarries stopped to chat. As it was, Gary found himself lost in thought when not taking pictures. Places like this were full of memories for him. He had grown up in this area. As a youth, he had often gone hunting to parks like this with his dad. The challenge of hunting was something he'd appreciated and the meat too. He smiled, recalling Eliza had said on Kimmel that she always ate what she killed. That was the right way to hunt, Gary believed. The object should be food and the challenge, not sport and trophies. That way, it's part of the circle of life. If I hadn't given up the hobby upon entering journalism school, turning it in for a different sort of hunting, I might be doing it still. Not that I would ever tell PETA that, of course. The Dushku group moved on down Juniper trail, while Gary switched to Laurel. Both parties kept their movements careful and quiet, not wanting any animals in the forest to be alarmed at their passage. Gary cast frequent glances towards Eliza as they moved. He sighed to himself once she had disappeared from sight. Oh well, he thought. Soon I'll be seeing her again, and this time it will be for the money shots. Smiling, he checked his GPS and noted he had reached Waypoint 1. He then headed into the forest itself. Here he stepped carefully, listening to the area around him. The trees enclosed him, cutting off any indirect view angles. The only noises were birdcalls and the rushing water of the nearby stream. Good, Gary thought. I haven't been spotted yet. Just a little bit more to go. Stepping carefully, he rounded a tree and then climbed a hill to the second waypoint. Gary looked around once he was there, hoping for a good spot from which to shoot. He thought of climbing a tree first, but discarded that idea quickly; it would be too noisy getting up there and even worse coming down. Instead, he waddled towards a clump of bushes near the hill's edge. He knelt behind them and panned his camera around the area just below. Soon he picked out the clearing, and with another two passes, the deer blind above. Man, Gary let out a breath. Something about being out here in the wilderness is getting me all nostalgic. I feel like my past and present are joining as one. And over there is a girl I've liked so long, a girl I've fantasized about so many times. I have to be content with loving her from a distance. I know there's no way I could ever get close to her. On the job's bad enough for possible reactions, and if I tried to do it off the job, well, I don't think I could ever convince her I was off the job. That's why paparazzi can't date actresses, or, it sometimes seems, anyone. I haven't had a steady relationship in years. That's one of many things that disappoint me about this line of work. If the rewards weren't usually worth it... He stopped, seeing something come into his lens below. Hunters & Prey It was a quartet of deer- two does, a fawn, and a tall eight-point buck- heading along the animal path and entering the clearing from the west. Magnificent, Gary thought, snapping a shot of the buck's antlers. Chances are, there's only one rack better than that out here today. The owner of that rack jumped up from the blind across the way just then, another black-clad figure beside her. Both were wearing hoods over their faces now. Only Eliza's figure confirmed to Gary that it was she. Eliza and her male companion held longbows with notched arrows, and as the deer got close, they let loose. Poetry in motion, Gary thought, watching both shots streak through the air into the buck. The man's hit in the right rear haunch and Eliza's in the right front. Great shot, Gary judged it. Who knows, maybe we'll get another actress trying out for the US Olympic Archery Team someday if she keeps up her skill. He took a shot of the arrows hitting the deer, followed the arrows' path and snapped one of Eliza, then turned his lens back to the deer again. The buck was rearing in pain and letting out a bleat of warning to his fellows. The female deer immediately broke and ran off, one herding the fawn in front of her. No arrows followed them. The buck meanwhile fell over, but then rolled and staggered back to his feet. Eliza notched another arrow and shot him again, this time hitting the neck. "Your kill, Duckshoot!" the other archer who'd stood up called out. Gary recognized Brad from his voice. Eliza nodded and stepped out from cover as the buck fell over once more. Gary angled his lens and snapped a picture of Eliza walking forward. She put her bow back into its harness as she moved. Then her arm came up, grabbed the hood, and pulled it off, exposing her lovely features. She locked eyes with the buck, who paused in his writhing on the forest floor. For a moment, the animal and the hunter's gazes met. Gary did not miss the smile on Eliza's lips, nor the respectful nod she gave the deer as she drew her pistol. The gun fired with a loud pop and an orange dart shot out directly into the deer's jugular vein. The deer collapsed unconscious. Eliza walked up to it and checked its pulse, then nodded. She whistled, and all three of her male companions stood up and came out of the blind. They moved forward and surrounded the deer. Clarke was holding a roll of duct tape and Nate a large plastic garbage bag. Eliza drew a curved knife from her belt and slit the animal's throat, finishing it off with one clean cut. Damn, Gary thought as he watched Clarke and Brad start to push together and tape up its legs. This is great! Eliza was stepping back now, putting away her weapon while the men turned over and bagged the dead buck. Gary took a shot of the dead animal, then another of Eliza and her knife. He then moved to the side, hoping for a better angle for his next frame. SNAP. Gary cursed as he stepped on a loud twig. Instantly Eliza's gun came out, up, and fired. The dart hit Gary right in the chest before he could react. He let out a yell of pain and fell, barely keeping hold of his camera as he tumbled out of the bushes and halfway down the hill. "Shit!" Nate shouted, dropping the freshly bagged deer. "Oh my God," gasped Brad. "Eliza, what did you-?" "It's okay!" his girlfriend snapped, lowering her pistol. "He was watching us in the parking lot earlier. I think I've seen him before. He's a paparazzo." "Great!" Nate threw up his hands and looked at Clarke. "Good eyes, buddy! Was there another one or-" "I don't think so," Eliza cut him off. She holstered her dart gun and started walking towards Gary. "I'll check him. You guys get out of here with the deer." "Uh, babe," Brad said with a frown, "shouldn't we call 911?" "Not unless you want the media all over this," Eliza replied. "He'll be fine. You didn't put anything in our darts besides tranquilizer, right?" Tranquilizer? Gary thought. So that's why I'm suddenly not feeling anything. That's why I can't move. I'm still conscious, so it probably didn't hit me that bad. Either that or it's not enough to knock out a human. Still, damn! Bax, you warned me. I am an idiot! At least this isn't a bullet. Damn it, why didn't I listen to you? He redirected his attention as Eliza fell to her knees beside him and turned his head towards her with gloved hands. Gary was lying on his stomach, his feet up in the air and his arms limp at his sides. Eliza's eyes latched onto his and for a second Gary thought he saw something flicker behind them. She pulled off her left glove and took his pulse, then nodded. "He's okay!" she called out. "Just stunned!" "Ok," Clarke said. He stepped closer. "So do we send the rangers back here or...?" "No!" Eliza commanded. Gary noticed a strange tone in her voice. "We talked about this last night, remember? I'll handle this guy. Get the deer out of here! Go!" The three men looked at one another and then at Eliza with frowns on their faces. Brad seemed especially upset. Something is going on, Gary thought. Then he remembered the bloody knife sheathed in Eliza's belt. Oh shit, he realized. I'm out here in the forest, paralyzed, shot by a possible celebrity lunatic, and I have no witnesses. She could be planning to kill me next! Eliza's hand grabbed the back of his neck. "Go!" she ordered her fellow hunters again. "Alright," Nate said, taking Brad's arm and pointing over his shoulder. "I hope you know what you're doing." He shook his head at his sister and headed back in the direction of Juniper Trail. Brad followed, mumbling something Gary didn't catch. Clarke went after them after picking up and cradling the bagged-up deer in his powerful arms. Gary was barely able to take note of their departure before Eliza turned his head back towards her face. "Okay, Mr. Cute Sleazeball Paparazzo," Eliza hissed, kneeling down closer to Gary. "I'm going to make you a deal." Here we go, Gary thought. She's gonna put the knife to my throat and kill me. Wait. Did she just call me cute? "You probably think you've got a great story," Eliza continued. She kept her eyes directly on Gary in a very menacing glare. "Regular bad girl actress Eliza Dushku shoots a deer. Then she shoots the poor guy taking her picture. Won't US Weekly just love that? Well, guess what?" She snatched the camera out of Gary's left hand and stuck it in her arrow quiver. "Now you don't have any pictures at all." Damn it! Gary cursed to himself. I had some great shots in there. Bax, why didn't you come with me? I'm all by myself out here. I'm gonna get killed! "I know what you're thinking now," Eliza went on. She rolled Gary's body over, plucked the dart out of his chest, and stuck it in her pocket. "You'll probably still get out of this alive and be able to tell your story. Someone will believe you. Probably not the cops, since it's my word against yours and I have three witnesses, but the Enquirer, sure! Unless, of course, I kill you, which I'm not going to do. Even I'm not that bad." She's not going to kill me. Gary barely suppressed a sigh of relief. Phew! But wait. If she's not going to kill me, then... "Still," Eliza's voice again caught his attention, "I can't have you telling people I shot you. It just would be really bad for me. You know?" She stood over him and looked down, her gaze softening as her eyes fastened on his. "So I want to make you a deal to keep you quiet. I've seen you after me before, and I think you're kind of cute for a paparazzo scumbag. I'm sure you've probably fantasized about me many times. I'm willing to fulfill those fantasies. One time only. Right here and now. Can't be any more than that, I got a boyfriend but if that doesn't last and you're any good, who knows? What do you say?" Gary was speechless, and it wasn't just the tranquilizer. Did she just...? He thought. Am I hallucinating? No way this is happening! I... "I take it by your silence," Eliza chuckled, "you agree." She bent down and kissed him hard on the lips. Okay, Gary gasped, his mouth involuntarily coming open. Now I know this is no dream. Oh my God! Eliza's tongue thrust between his lips in one quick motion. Gary could not react to meet it, the chemical still in his system. His body was breaking out into a sweat now, though, and feeling was starting to come back. Great, he thought, it's wearing off. Thank you God. If she fucked me while I was unable to move... The dark-haired beauty standing over him pulled her lips from his and looked around, then nodded. "You taste pretty good," she said. "You smell okay, too. I'm glad Frostfire told me you would be after me today." Bax's source told you I'd be after you? Gary felt his heart clench. "You know Frostfire?" Eliza asked. She'd seen the flicker of recognition in his eyes. "I know him from his club in London. I described you last time I was there and asked if he could help me set up a meeting with you. He claimed he didn't know you and it would have to be a surprise. He said he could probably find you though, since he does know a few people in your 'profession.' Did he lie to me?" Gary blinked, unable to shake his head. "I see," Eliza said. "He said he didn't do much work as a fantasy broker outside his club, but he'd still try to help me. Apparently an actress with a crush on a paparazzo was too funny for him to pass up." She laughed. "I got a text this morning saying you'd be here. Good thing it worked out." So this was all a setup, Gary thought. But who is this Frostfire guy? Bax's known him a long time, but I've never met him. I only know he's supposed to be a real insider into celebrities' secret lives. A club in London? Wait a min... Eliza banished any further thoughts as she bent down and kissed him again. "You feel better yet?" Eliza asked. Her hands roamed over Gary's body, pushing his jacket aside and feeling the muscles under his shirt. "You're in good shape, and I don't think I got you that badly. I definitely didn't mean to. Sorry about it, but how else was I gonna set this up, you know? Would you have believed it if you knew it was coming? Then there's Brad. Brad's good to me. I'm not gonna dump him for what might be just a little crush. He already hates that I insist on us having an open relationship." She kissed Gary on the forehead and unfastened his belt. "Here's the deal. We make out and dry-hump, you and me. Right here on the ground, till I say stop. No penetration, but you can use your hands if you find yourself able to move them. Our underwear does not come off." She kissed his cheek. "In return for me doing this for you, you keep quiet about what you've seen here today. We didn't meet up. This never happened. Got it?" "Uh..." Gary moaned. It was all he could manage at this point. Eliza smiled, catching his tone of assent. "Don't tell your partner anything either," she added. "Yes, I know about him. I was told he'd been warned to stay away." You knew about this, Bax? Gary thought. And you didn't tell me. Damn it! When I get back to the car, you are going to have some explaining to do. He had to push thoughts of that aside for now, though. Eliza was putting her hands on his pants. She reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. Flicking it open, she looked at his driver's license. "Garrison, huh? You probably go by Gary or Gare." She refolded the wallet and stuck it in the back pocket of her jeans. "Tell you what, Gare. After we're done, you stay here and give me about twenty minutes before you start heading back to the parking lot. I'll leave your wallet with the Lost and Found, and your camera, too. I'll make sure the film is wiped, of course. Don't worry, if I'm inclined, I'll know where to find you. You okay?" Gary moaned again, then with an effort of will managed to nod his head. "Good," Eliza said. "Again, I'm really sorry about the tranquilizer." Gary gave her a moan of what he hoped sounded like forgiveness. Eliza meanwhile took hold of his shoulders and positioned her body over his. After another look around them, she again leaned over Gary and kissed him on the mouth. Gary returned the kiss as best he could, the chemicals in his blood still limiting his movement. Wiggle your fingers, he commanded himself. Feel your nerves! Come on! Your wildest dreams are coming true! You gotta move! Move! Eliza's hands massaged his shoulders and chest, ushering feeling back into his veins. His head came up, and she looked directly into his eyes. "If you want me to stop, moan twice. I'll leave, put your stuff at Lost and Found, and take my chances. But I don't think you want me to stop, do you?" "No!" Gary coughed out. His hands unclenched as he choked out that syllable, and he immediately placed them on Eliza's hips. "Good," the dark-haired beauty said. She kissed him twice more, then clenched her legs hard around his waist and sat up. She pushed off her jacket and combat harness. An instant later, she took off her shirt and the sports bra underneath and Gary got to see in its full glory the rack he had been admiring just a few minutes ago. Medium-sized dark-nippled breasts, firm and hard, pointed down at him. Eliza took his right hand in her left, placed it on her right tit. Her other hand unfastened and pushed open her fly. "Remember," she told Gary as she grabbed his other hand and guided it to the space between her legs, "underwear stays on." That's okay with me, Gary thought. I'm just glad you're helping me find your intimate places. He moved his right hand slowly on Eliza's breasts, feeling mild sensation returning to his fingers. His other hand was on Eliza's crotch, caressing the dark cotton of her panties and the rough wet opening beneath. Shaved, Gary noticed. That figures. It fits with her personality. His heart thumped as Eliza put her lips back on his. He was feeling everything now. The softness of her hair and skin, the heat of her flesh against his, the crackling leaves beneath them, the cool breeze all around. His ability to feel sensation was returning with a vengeance, and all he felt was good. Eliza's fingers mingled with Gary's inside her cunt, directing him to the pertinent areas. First, she guided him to the lips of her labia, then her vulva, and finally her clit. Her other hand kept his right hand's fingers rubbing at her nipples. Gary began flicking and stroking at each area as his ability to move came back, hastened by blood rushing quickly beneath his flesh. Soon he was able to start kissing Eliza back hard, and even managed to push his tongue towards hers the next time it thrust into him. She moaned with pleasure and broke their kiss, leaned up on him and let out a scream of joy. My God, Gary thought. This is the best I've ever had, or the best in a long time at least. I know I can't be doing too much for her, the way I'm feeling right now, but she still seems to be enjoying it as much as I am. Maybe this is another fantasy for her, the circumstances of this moment. All this time, she's been hunting animals, but she was really longing for another prey. Well, Eliza, my little Amazon, I hope you like getting your wish. He rubbed her charms, sparking more moans from Eliza as she pushed her groin down against his thigh. Their hands continued to move in cadence along Eliza's body, which writhed and moved against Gary's with increasing fervor. All thoughts of why he'd come here, whether the moment really had been arranged and why, what might be around them, were pushed out of Gary's mind by her sighs. This moment between them was all that mattered, all that existed. Her lips traveled across his face and neck, her tongue licking hard over his throat. Soon he found himself fully able to caress her unaided, and her fingers gladly left his to rub his torso's muscles through his shirt once again. Okay, Gary thought, still unable to talk. I can feel you now. You're wonderful. I know you said no penetration, but I still want you to feel me. Can you feel me? Am I ready? I can't tell. You're ready, you're so wet and warm and open, but I want to feel this with you. Am I able to feel it? Gary gasped as she pulled his pants open and pushed them down. She left his underwear on, keeping to the rules she'd earlier set out. Her hand moved into the top of his boxers, though, grabbed his hard shaft and caressed. Her passionate smile told him she liked what she felt. He increased the speed and pressure of his hands on her body, overcome with the heat of the moment. He felt Eliza's body shaking as he did with her cries and motions building to a high pitch. Eliza's hand wrapped around his cock, squeezed it and pushed it up. She moved up on his body in the same motion, lowering her hard nipples toward his lips. Gary kissed one and then the other, keeping his other hand against her snatch. He placed two fingers on her clit and rubbed it, trying to match her strength of motion on his groin. It wasn't quite getting there, he was sure, though Eliza still appeared pleased. "I like you," she told him, moving back down on him and kissing his throat. "I like you, Garrison Parker. I like you a lot." I like you too, Gary silently answered her. Man, I like you too. Her tongue licked his lips again. Gary answered it with his. He moved his hand off her tits and around to her back, pulled Eliza down and hard against him. In the same motion, he thrust his fingers in her cunt deep and hard against the top. It was a technique that had served him well with several past girlfriends. Here it did so again. Eliza let out a screaming joyful cry. Juices spilled out of her an instant later, coating his hand. She smiled and kissed his lips. "Ah!" she gasped. "Good boy!" She kissed him again, then reached down and pulled his hand out of her panties. Gary felt his heart beat faster as she brought his hand to her lips and licked the fingers clean. "Okay," Eliza said when she was through. "I know I said the underwear stays on, but I'm going to break that rule now. I never send a guy away blue-balled, and I can't do this properly with your shorts in the way." She sat up again and grabbed his boxers' waistband, pushed them down and over his hips. Gary's organ stood up proudly. Eliza took hold of it again, rubbed the underside and head. "Very nice," she breathed into his ear. She kissed him again, then turned around on his body and placed her lips on his cock. God! Gary gasped as the heat of her mouth enveloped him. This is heaven! Eliza's tongue licked along his bone, her hands meanwhile rubbing his balls and thighs. Oh yes, he told himself. I'm not sure if you can make me come with this damn tranquilizer in me, but you're trying your hardest. Just like I pleased you. Please do it! Do it! Oh! She squeezed his thighs while sucking him, and a tremor leapt from his groin to his throat. Suddenly he noticed Eliza's thighs moving back along his chest, her body lying down on top of his. Her pants, down around her ankles but still held on by her boots, crossed over his head, and then the space between her muscular legs settled over his face. "Lick me," Eliza removed her lips from his cock and whispered to him. "Lick my cunt." Gary nodded and with another effort of will moved his hands up and again took hold of her hips. He positioned her groin over his mouth and began licking at Eliza through her panties as she returned her mouth to his tool. Her breath was hard against him, her tongue coiling about him like a snake. The tip of it flicked the head of his organ, and then it was thrusting along the underside as Eliza pushed his member deep into her throat. He gasped his pleasure and pulled her groin hard against his face. His tongue continued to move over her covered pussy. Sharp salty juice soaked through the cotton of her panties and dripped into his mouth. A few more licks of her tongue against his cock's underside, a few more caresses of her fingers against his balls, and Gary knew the tranquilizer had receded enough that he could reach orgasm. His hands fell from Eliza's thighs, his body too overcome with the moment to keep up his end of their position. Then his juice shot into her, his hips jerking rapidly. Eliza kept her mouth on him all the time, holding him steady until she had swallowed every drop of spurt. Licking at her lips, she then removed her mouth from his deflating tool. She sighed in pleasure again as he settled down, and released him from her embrace. Hunters & Prey "I guess the tranq wore off, huh?" Eliza chuckled. Standing up, she pushed down her panties, fully revealing her shaven cunt to his eyes. She smiled at him for a moment while he looked over her naked body, then lowered her groin back to his lips. "I think you owe me one more, okay?" Gary was only too happy to oblige. Taking hold of her hips once again, he thrust his tongue into Eliza's pussy while his thumbs rubbed her butt. He circled her labia and vulva, lapping each, then directed his tongue at her clit. Eliza gasped and shook against his body as he repeated this motion several times. She pushed her hands and feet into the ground on either side of Gary to keep her body stable, pressing her cunt harder against his lips. She continued to move her body back and forth in this position, heightening the sensations of his tongue and fingers on her most intimate spots. Gary felt her snatch tighten around his tongue and wished he could put his shaft inside. No, he thought, can't do that. I don't think the damn tranquilizer would let me get hard and come again any time soon, even if she dropped the rule about no penetration. Oh well. He pushed his thumbs against her petals and spread them, licking her clit while she shook. They moved against each other like this for what seemed a joyfully endless eternity, until Eliza screamed and her juices spilled forth once again. "Yes!" she wailed as Gary continued to lick her. "Yes! Ah! You fucker!" Then, as her writhing slowed, she grabbed his hands and pushed them off her as she moved away. "Okay," she said, rolling over and facing him again. "That's enough. I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did." She kissed his lips and licked over his face, getting every spot where her juices shined. "You were pretty good. I'd love to do this again sometime, if we can arrange it. Without the tranquilizer, though." Gary nodded in agreement, still finding himself unable to talk, let alone stand. He could only watch as Eliza stood up and got dressed. She turned back to face him when she had finished, buckling her combat harness and adjusting her bow. "I"m curious. Are you a PETA member?" "No," Gary managed to breathe. She grinned. "I didn't think so. Your number's in your wallet?" Gary nodded. "I'll call you. See you around." Casting one last smile over her shoulder, she turned and walked off into the woods. Gary lay on the ground for several minutes, staring after her. It was a while longer before he was able to sit up and refasten his pants. "Damn," he gasped out, "did that really happen?" He looked around him, then patted his pockets, confirming his wallet and camera were indeed gone. "I guess it did." He shook his head and tried to get to his feet. Instantly he fell down again. Apparently, the tranquilizer wasn't completely out of his system yet. "Gary!" a voice called out. He looked up to see Baxter Page stepping out of the bushes with a shocked look on his face. Gary put out his arm and the other paparazzo ran over and grabbed it, then helped Gary stand. "What happened, man?" "She jumped me, Bax," Gary replied, grimacing as he clung to his partner's arm. "It was a setup, and one heck of a weird one. You knew about it too. Let me guess. That stuff about your uncle was bullshit, right?" "No! I told you! He got shot! I was twelve and..." Gary glared at him. "Eliza told me everything, Bax!" Bax looked incredulous for a second and then sighed. "Okay," he said, "you're right. That was bullshit. But what happened? You're not bleeding. Did she shoot you?" "Tranquilizer," Gary said. He pointed at the ground. "And then she ordered the others to leave before raping me, right there on the ground. Except I guess it wasn't rape. God knows I wanted it. She told me your buddy Frostfire set the whole thing up. Who is he, some kind of pimp for the stars?" "No," Bax shook his head. "Doug owns a swinger's club, but he doesn't set up anything nonconsensual or illegal. The way he puts it, he's more like 'Fantasy Island's' Mr. Rourke." Gary gave him a confused expression. "Old TV show. I had to look it up, too. Anyway, Doug's like the main character on that show, but there are a few differences. He'll set fantasies up for people, but he never takes money for it outside the cost of his expenses. And he won't do anything for you unless he knows it's something you want, something you'd agree to have happen to you. I don't know how he knew you wanted this, but he did. He asked me to bring you here, said I better not tip you off or he'd have Clarke rough me up." "Clarke? That guy who was with Eliza? The security guy?" Bax nodded. "Clarke is Doug's servant, enforcer, and all-around right hand man. If Doug's Rourke, Clarke is Tattoo. Only, you know, he's not exactly a little guy." Gary gave him another confused expression. "Look, see 'Fantasy Island.' It's a good show." Gary glared at his partner again. This was no time for Bax's obsession with Hollywood metaphors. "What else did you get out of this? I know you, Bax. You wouldn't do something like this just to avoid harm." Bax chuckled. "Well, I did get the knowledge that my best buddy got to enjoy something most of us can only dream about. That's great, right?" "What else?" Gary snarled. Bax widened his grin. "Scoops, Gary. Great ones. Nothing too major, but following them will confirm a lot of rumors and conjectures the tabloids have been hinting at lately. They should get us back on top in no time. Check it out." He took a Blackberry out of his pocket and showed Gary some text on its screen. Gary grimaced as he looked it over. Bax was right; these scoops would get them back on top. Even if they weren't earth shattering. Still, though, he felt something awful inside him. Something bad the scoops weren't doing anything to ease. "What's the matter?" Bax asked, looking at Gary's face. "Nothing," Gary sighed. He pushed Bax's arm away and took a few steps, nodding when he was sure he could walk. No, he told himself, it's not nothing. I just got used. Eliza used me, and this guy Frostfire, or Doug, or whatever his name is, used me too. Now I bet he's using me again. These scoops probably relate to more of his clients in Hollywood, or things he wants to happen. I'm sure if I follow them and publish the stories, things will happen. This star's marriage will end more easily, that one's career will benefit and his rival's will not, and so on. I know how guys like 'Doug' think. They're always scheming. Wheels within wheels. Even if that's so, he asked himself, why are you feeling this way about it? It's not like this is the first time in your career you've been used. And you use people too. That's all your career is. Gary stopped, that realization echoing in his mind. He did use people. And they used him. It had been happening all his life. Sure, it had never before made him feel so good during the act, but it had happened. He was also certain this would not be the last time. He wondered if next time he would feel so angry afterwards, or so empty. Damn it, he said to himself. Maybe I should change. But can I? Can the world, even if I did? Bax put a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get back to the car, okay? I got some shots of them with the dead deer and of Eliza leaving too. I passed her coming to find you and she didn't see me. There never was a PETA bounty, but someone could buy them, you never know." "We're not using those shots, Bax," Gary said. "Eliza and I made a deal. If I ever want to see her again..." He probably wouldn't, but he had to preserve the opportunity. "Okay," Bax shrugged. "You want to honor that deal, fine. We are going after these other scoops, though, right? And reaping the rewards?" "Right," Gary agreed as they headed back toward Laurel Trail and the parking lot. "We're reaping the rewards." And I guess I should look forward to those rewards, he added to himself, even if I never feel good about earning them again. *** The End.