0 comments/ 18461 views/ 0 favorites The Star By: Dj_Maximus Several women approached the elegant and sophisticated looking man walking the desolate and troubled back streets of Hollywood. “Looking for a time you’ll never be able to forgot honey?” asked one. “Forget about that beast. If you want the real thing, you’ll follow me back to my place, it’s just around the corner.” Said another. “Yeah, it’s in the gutter. Probably where you found that dress.” Accused the other. “Stupid bitch!” replied the second woman, taking a swing at the first tramp. The man continued on his way, ignoring the fighting whores he had just passed. He wore his long black trench coat, covering him from the light drizzle. He liked the look of black, so everything he wore was made in that absence of color. His dark hair hung below his shoulders, which were fairly broad, and his callused hands brushed back the hair from his face. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, but the faint stare of his red pupils could be seen from the sides. Being well known in the upper hills of Hollywood, Reilly O’Connor, the movie star, came down to this place, able to easily slip along these streets undisturbed in his disguise. He wanted to be like everyone else in this forsaken town, he wanted to be left alone. Unfortunately for him, he loved the life he was living, and to do that, he needed the cash that came along with the fame. The fast cars, and the fast women, both of them being his biggest thrills. Discovered by a sleazy producer a few years back, Reilly had soon found fame when his producer mysteriously disappeared, but the film production went on. When the movie was released, surrounded by the news of the producer’s disappearance, it was a huge success. And fame was born. The major studios all wanted him, but he signed with no one, wishing to be available for the best possible script. Several times he found himself working on different movie sets at the same time. When two or three of the movies were released at the same time and he stared in all of them, the fans had their share of their movie idol. He walked down the long stretch of the avenue, straight toward the back alley, past the Hotel Regent. He seemed to know where he wanted to go. This street was considered to be the red light district, as any hooker lined streets in the big cities. This one was no different. Carefully entering the alley, he could see and smell her, the one he had waited for, the one who would please him tonight. She was a beauty in a white lacy dress. Her brown, shoulder length hair cascaded around her pretty little face. A high priced lady of the night she was, as everything about her seemed very high class. Her petite figure filled the dress perfectly and on her feet she wore white high-heeled shoes. She was talking with another man, obviously another john. He was arguing about money, yet she stood firm on the price. Her small hand was reaching behind her back to the hidden dagger hilt as the man’s voice grew louder. “I wouldn’t argue with the little lady if I was you Bubba!” Reilly said, approaching the tow of them. The stranger who entered the alley behind them startled both the man and the woman. As they turned to face him, Reilly immediately melted as the woman looked at him with her big brown eyes. He momentarily froze, admiring her small perky breasts, desperately trying to free themselves for her restraining outfit. She was roughly five feet and no more than one hundred pounds. “Well it looks like I have a return customer.” She said in a soft, yet husky voice. “Yes my love, I have returned to take you away from all this madness around us. Let me embrace you the same way I did the last time we saw each other.” He replied gently. Pushing her john aside, they both approached each other. They moved slowly at first, then picked up the pace, and suddenly they were running to one another. They stood motionless for several minutes, gripped by each other’s embrace. The john noticed the hilt of the dagger as Reilly reached for it. The john quickly turned around and ran for the safety of the street beyond the alley. He didn’t make it, falling on the ground just feet away from the alley entrance, the dagger firmly planted in the back of his head. They soon found themselves in the honeymoon suite of the Hotel Regent. He lay her back on the bed where he proceeded to lavish her with warm kisses to the back of her neck. His hands roamed her firm body and found her small chest. He softly rolled her pert nipples through the thin fabric, bringing out a sigh from the young girl’s lips. Her fingers traced a line from his strong, chiseled chin to his groin, which had now grown hard from the heat of their encounter. She quickly and nimbly twitched her fingers and his engorged penis was exposed for her to see. She got up for her place on the bed, knelt before her lover, and took his cock into her mouth. She focused all her attention to satisfying her man, but could not resist asking him the nagging question she had always wondered about since he had left her years ago. “Oh Reilly, I have been waiting for you for so long. Why did you leave? Where did you go? I searched for you the next morning, but no one even saw you leave. Please tell me you will never leave without me again.” “Mirissa, I have had a lot of business to take care of. If it wasn’t for me, my employees would have probably died of starvation.” He thought carefully to not divulge too much information and continued. “You know how business can be demanding at times. I promise though to never leave you.” He finished between moans. Mirissa did understand the situation her lover was in, and decided to return to her oral satisfaction. Reilly stood above her and let her continue with her experienced tongue. Feeling the usual sensation in his balls, he told her to stand and undress for him. She obeyed him like a lost little puppy and stood in front of him as she peeled away the tight fitting dress. He could almost hear the sigh of relief from her chest, as the material slowly revealed her breasts to the night air. Turning her back to him, Mirissa bent over to remove the frilly lace dress from around her ankles. She quickly discarded the lace panties she wore and turned to face her lover again. “I see you still shave your pubic hair.” He said smiling. “I haven’t let it grow back since you shaved me the very first time we were together. I loved the feel of that cold blade of your dagger when you ran it across my sensitive skin.” “Enough talk. Come over here so I can ravish that neat little bare pussy of yours.” She approached the bed as Reilly stripped off the rest of his clothes. He pushed her down on the bed, which made her squeal with delight. He reached for the two sets of handcuffs, which were lying by the night table beside the bad. Grabbing her left arm, he cuffed it to the bedpost. He proceeded to do the same with her right arm with the second set. In doing so, he had to make her let go of the hold she had on his cock. Taking the belt from his trench coat, he retrieved her dagger, which he had carefully cleaned, and cut the belt in two. He securely ties her ankles to the lower bedposts. She lay in front of him, completely helpless, spread for his pleasure. He stood up. “I’ll be right back.” “Where are you going Reilly?” she asked hesitantly. “To get some company.” He grinned to her. Mirissa squealed once more at the thought of another person joining them. She waited impatiently on the bed, her naked body unable to move. About ten minutes later, she heard the door open and close. A statuesque blonde appeared in the door to the bedroom. She paused and looked at Mirissa spread eagle on the bed. She wore a blue teddy, and black silk nylons. Her deep blue eyes bore down on the little woman. Her eyes glinted as she soon realized what was about to take place. “Mirissa, this is Kilene. Kilene, this is Mirissa.” Reilly introduced them as he entered behind the blonde bombshell. Kilene immediately ran over to the bed and straddle Mirissa’s face as her juices started flowing. Mirissa’s tongue snaked up into Kilene’s wet pussy. Mirissa licked her new friend, running her tongue along her parted lips and finding her hard clit. They remained this way for some time, Kilene riding the talented tongue beneath her. Reilly moved over to the bed and removed Mirissa’s bindings and lay down beside the two women. Kilene moved off of her lover’s face and pressed closely into Reilly. She slowly slid down as Mirissa held Reilly’s cock ready for Kilene. Mirissa spread the girl’s legs as Reilly entered her. Mirissa’s tongue slithered out of her open mouth and clamped around Kilene’s heavy breasts, sucking and licking her hard nipples as Kilene bounced happily on Reilly’s hard cock. “Time for the main attraction ladies. Kilene, lay on top of Mirissa, I want fuck the both of you.” Reilly said standing from the bed. Reilly mounted the two girls and as he did so, Mirissa and Kilene both yelled for him to go deeper each time he put his cock inside them. He replied by slamming his body into them, and they were both very responsive. “Let me turn over!” exclaimed Kilene. She rolled over, so she could now face Mirissa. As soon as she did this, the girls started exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Reilly resumed his position between the girls’ legs and they were begging him no to stop. Having their breasts pressed together and Reilly's cock between their legs made the experience intense. The room began spinning and they were all satisfied at the same time, with Reilly shooting his cum over the two women. Kilene quickly licked Mirissa’s chest cleaned and offered her tongue to Mirissa’s open mouth. She gladly sucked on it, tasting the saltiness of it and they locked in a heady kiss. “I’m really sorry Kilene, but this must done,” Reilly said as he stood from the bed and wiped the juices from his chin. He grabbed her arm and spun her right off the bed. Holding her close, he kissed her cheek, then bit deeply into her neck, drawing blood. He slurped vigorously as Mirissa watched, frozen in fear. Recovering quickly, she realized what was happening and opened her mouth to scream, but was stopped from doing so as Reilly swiftly plunged into her jugular and prevented any sound to emanate from her lovely lips. Reilly let the corpses fall to the ground with a sickening thud. His appearance suddenly changed, and a black crow swooped in from the open window and hovered above the two bodies on the floor. Reilly’s new form, a grayish bat, flew up to the windowsill, and perched itself as the crow settled down beside it. The bat’s wings extended and it flew out the window into the chilly air outside. Several hours later, the bat returned and perched once more on the sill beside the black crow. It remained fixed at the top for quite some time, as if waiting for something to happen, and that it did. An hour later, the bodies began to stir. The crow flew out the window and the bat swooped down from the sill. The shape of the bat was soon replaced by Reilly’s human form again. He stood before the two women as they awoke. “Good evening ladies. So good of you not to keep me waiting for too long. Welcome back from your grave.” Reilly said. “What have you done Reilly? I don’t understand. I thought you loved me. Why did you do this?” asked Mirissa reaching for her neck and finding the two little holes left by Reilly’s attack. He moved closer to the two of them and handed them a couple of housecoats. “I do love you Mirissa, but this is part of my business. I am now your Methuselah, and you and Kilene are now my pawns. You shall obey my every whim and command without question. Now go and get dressed, we have an important meeting to attend to.” The two women looked at each other, both still quite puzzled by the turn of events, but did not question his command. Mirissa took the lead with Kilene soon behind her. The water from the shower stung the women as it cascaded into the holes on their necks, but they felt much better after. The deep sleep that they had just awoken from was now gone and they could focus a little better. They dressed in silence as Reilly looked at the two beautiful women. He secretly wished that he had the chance to bed them again tonight, but he knew he did not have the time for such animalistic satisfaction. He sighed heavily when the finals pieces of female flesh were covered and the two women were ready for him. “Ok ladies, we have to meet with someone of pure importance. Please behave yourselves. You are very special to me, and I wish no harm to the both of you.” He kissed them softly on the lips and directed them to the door. They stepped carefully into the empty hallway, making sure that no one would notice them leaving. Mirissa had arrived in her lacy white dress, but now left in a leather jumpsuit, as Kilene wore the same. The outfits pleased Reilly, not only for the fact that they were tight fitting and all the women’s curves could be seen and felt, but also because they were black. His favorite color, and that’s why he had supplied them to the girls. Opening the door leading to the staircase, the dark trio descended the flight of stairs until they reached the third floor. A long climb down from the thirteenth floor yet none of them looked or felt exhausted. Reaching for the door out, Reilly motioned for the girls to wait. He quickly peered into the hallway and noticed no one around. Reilly lead them down the hallway to another hotel room. Once there, he knocked on the door three times. The door swung open and the trio were pulled inside by an unseen force. To be continued... The Star The beautiful young woman called Samantha Pennywhistle sat in front of the opal mirror of the modestly decorated hotel room and carefully applied her lipstick. She pursed her lips together and, reaching for her hairbrush softly stroked her recently shampooed hair until her locks shone with radiant flair. Placing the brush to one side of the September edition of 'Silver Screen' Samantha adjusted the low neck line in her hired purple crepe gown so that a teasingly amount of her perfumed cleavage peeked from behind the beaded collar. The fake pearl necklace around her neck complimented her sumptuous boobs perfectly, though she was unsure if she should wear it or not, current fashion be damned. Getting to her feet Samantha slipped on two arm length, soft white leather gloves and pressed the gown down over her curvaceous body which was poured into the gown. She turned to the mirror and examined her ass which rode the taut material like a second skin; jeez, how sexy was that? Or was the dress one size too small? Yes, it was rented, but if she if accomplished what she set out to do here today then she could open an account at Bloomingdale's and have all the clothes she wanted. As Samantha walked across the room, balancing herself in the high heels her best friend had lent her, she felt the suspender holding up black stockings on her right thigh rustle against the tight gown. Cursing under her breath, she lifted her foot onto the seat in front of the vanity mirror and lifted her gown to adjust her discomfort. No sooner had she done so, her almost naked, stocking thigh exposed for the world to see than a male voice behind her said, "Now there's a welcome worthy of Ava Gardner!" Startled, Samantha dropped her leg and clamoured the folds of the gown over her leg. She looked over to the open door to see a stocky, flashy-suit wearing, cigar-smoking fellow grinning from ear-to-ear as he leant, cock-sure, against the door post. "Don't be scared, little lady," the stranger said, closing the door behind him, locking it, too, "I'm the guy you're here to meet." "So you're Mister -- " "Steadman, that's right," he replied, taking off his hat and flinging it onto the neatly made yet untouched double bed. It landed with a soft thud. His bald plate was contrasted with a neatly trimmed beard beneath his square chin. "I see you found the place," he commented. Samantha thought; what an odd thing to say. "Yes, as you said, just two minutes from the train station." "Fancy a drink?" he asked her, rummaging though the drink's cabinet. "No, no thank you," she replied. This wasn't a date. "So, toots," he said, as he poured himself a bourbon, "you wanna be a star." "I'd like to be in pictures, yes," Samantha answered, sitting back down on the vanity chair. She placed her hands on her knees, as if she were in Church. "Sure you would," Steadman said, taking a sip from his glass, "but lemme tell yer, it's not an easy business to get into". He stubbed his cigar out on a clean glass ashtray. "I'm aware of that," Samantha said, though she wasn't, really. This was all new to her -- new but very, very exciting. "You gotta have something special to get into movies," Steadman continued, "or, alternatively, you gotta know the right person, which is why I'm here." He was but a phone call away, this talent scout, Samantha calling Steadman's Agent to the Stars agency once she hit Big City. It was a cliché, but as long as she could remember she had always wanted to be a star. Veronica Lake, Ingrid Bergman, Lauren Bacall, she admired and loved and lived their lives up on the silver screen and one day swore that she would join them. "I can't thank you enough for seeing me," Samantha said. "Hey, as soon as I saw your photo with your letter," he replied, smiling, "I knew I had to see you." "Thank you," Samantha blushed. This was going well, wasn't it? "So, down to business," Steadman said, finishing his drink, "did you find the script I left for you?" "Of course," she said, producing a few stapled pages from the inside of a 'Silver Screen' magazine. She had arrived an hour earlier so had time to read over her lines before getting ready for her meeting. "Would you like me to start at the top?" "Sure," Steadman shrugged, "it's as good a place to start as any." "And you'll play Eddie?" "That's how it works." "Ok ..." she began. "And you're comfortable with kissing me? The script does call for it." Samantha blushed. "Yes, Mr. Steadman," she replied, smiling, her face flushed. If this wasn't a professional setting she wouldn't mind kissing him, regardless. He was cute. Samantha gently coughed and readied herself for her big chance. Standing up, she stole a glance at the title of the script; a film noir entitled Light at the End of the Tunnel. From what she could gather she would be playing, if she was offered the part, a woman called Nancy Pickle, the worried girlfriend of the main character who becomes involved with mobsters. Very riveting! "But Eddie!" she suddenly exclaimed, launching into character, "you can't go back, I won't let you!" "You can't talk me out of it this time, Nance," Steadman retorted, dry as the Sahara, "there're men out there who play for keeps, and if I don't show my face they'll keep me from breathing." "Come away with me, Eddie!" Samantha pleaded, she holding her hands together, a look of desperate anguish upon her face, "somewhere, anywhere; they won't find us if we run, if we hide, oh Eddie, I'm begging you!" "They'd find us -- they always get their man." "We could go to the Police, we could tell them everything!" "Don't you understand?" Steadman said, "They own the Police. I'm good as dead either way." "What can we do?" Samantha asked. "I'm sorry, Nance," Steadman muttered, approaching her, "but I have no choice. I have to face Mad-Dog Mulligan tonight." "Oh Eddie!" Samantha sobbed, turning to face the mirror, burying her hands in her face. She never noticed the casting agent move into her, his groin pressed hard against her ass, his hands around her waist. "Tell me you want me, Nancy!" he breathed, heavily, his lips grazing against her neck. Samantha was confused. This wasn't in the script, or at least, he prodding her like this wasn't. She wouldn't mind kissing him, so she played along, regardless. "Of -- of course I do, Eddie," she said, cautiously. "So how about you showing me what you got hidden away in the dress, huh, doll-face?" he said, reaching for her breasts, his palms covering them, squeezing gently. "Mr. Steadman!" Samantha protested, trying to push him away. "W-what's the meaning of this?" "Come on," the roguish talent scout said, backing away from her, smiling, "surely you don't think I came here to listen to you rehearse?" "But I --"Samantha said, covering her breasts with the script, "I thought we were going to, to --"before noticing that he had a hard-on beneath his pants. Oh. It suddenly started to make sense. To get a piece of the Golden Pie she would have to give him a part of her piece, and that she was going to have to put out. This momentarily stunned her. No, it angered her. That she came all this way, her hopes built up, expecting some professionalism ... but who was she kidding? Samantha had heard about such 'auditions', had heard the rumours of casting couches and the like, but she never thought she'd end up on one. "You gonna burst into tears and leave," Steadman asked her, unsympathetically, "or are you gonna stick around and have a shot at the big time?" Some choice; was she prepared to go ahead with it? Could she -- would she? Was she that desperate for stardom that she was willing to whore her self to this stranger? Did she want it that bad? "That's right, doll," Steadman said, reading her indecisiveness, unzipping his flies before boldly exposing his cock. "We gonna have some fun before we get down to business, or what?" Samantha glanced at his cock. He had a nice prick. It was big and thick and circumcised. She was no slut, but she wasn't a virgin, either. Would it be so bad, she thought? "Mr. Steadman, I can assure you that I'm not accustomed to such behaviour," she said. She sat on her chair with her back to the vanity mirror and crossed her legs, purposely revealing her stocking thigh. "I know that," he said, approaching her, his fat erection bobbing in the air. "But what you gotta ask yourself is this: Just how big a star do you want to be? If you're nice to me, and I think you know what I mean by being 'nice', then I'll put you on the road to fortune and fame." Steadman stood mere centimetres from her. The tip of his bulbous knob was almost bumping against her nose. "I'm not that kind of girl," Samantha said, though not convincingly. "Well, think on this," he continued, taking his cock in hand and pulling upon his shaft, "how do you think Betsy Donovan got to where she was?" Betsy Donovan was currently the hottest star of the day. A Goddess of Nordic Beauty, to quote her press release, the 22-year old could act Davis out of the water. She may not last -- many a potential star faded from sight - but right now everyone loved her and wanted to be her. This impressed Samantha. "You mean you ... and Betsy Donovan?" "That's right, toots," he replied. "Not many guys can say they had Betsy Donovan on her knees sucking their cock." This man was truly vulgar, yet if Betsy Donovan could pleasure this bestial creature for fame and fortune, why couldn't she? "I see," she said, smiling, biting her bottom lip. "I suppose it couldn't hurt." Steadman, holding his cock, gently smeared the mushroomed dome off her nose, and down towards her now out-stretched tongue. "Of course not, babe," he smirked. He hissed as Samantha lashed out at his rigid shaft, rolling her tongue around the smooth tip. Instantly she sucked him into her mouth, using her tongue as a soft, wet pillow. Wrapping her red lips around his meat she sucked hard, bobbing her head back and forth along his great length. "That's it," Steadman groaned, taking handfuls of her hair and drawing her deeper onto his cock. Samantha couldn't decide whether she was sucking him or he was fucking her mouth. His hands were all over her. Through the fabric of her dress her nipples poked teasingly. Steadman caressed and played with them before slipping her breasts from her gown. Between his thumb and finger he pinched her nipples, making them even harder. All the while Samantha gobbled greedily upon his saliva-sticky prick. "Goddamn ..." Steadman groaned, approvingly. Samantha spat his cock from her mouth and grabbed it in her gloved hand, slapping it off her cheeks and tongue. "Did she suck your cock like this?" she asked him. "No, fuck no!" he replied. "Can I suck cock better than Betsy Donovan?" she demanded to know, once more swallowing his length. She gazed up at him as she slurped upon his taut erection. "Oh yeah, baby!" Steadman wheezed, prodding the back of her throat. God, was this slut going to be a huge fucking star! Letting him spill from her mouth Samantha pulled the beaded neckline from her shoulders to scoop her boobs from beneath her dress. Here she gathered his prick between her beauteous breasts and wrapped her warm, perfumed melons around his shaft. Steadman wasted no time fucking them, sliding his glistening cock between her clutching boobs. Samantha raised her hair as he grasped her breasts and thrust forward, his cock slippery between her mountainous mounds. "Fuck my tits!" she commanded him, enjoying the sensation of his cock jammed before her. Now and then she would reach down and lash out at his pre-cum leaking tip with her tongue, he leaving his shaft in place where she could suck him into her mouth. As it slipped from between her wet, clutching valley, Samantha spat upon his cock before licking the gooey glob with her tongue. "Stand up, baby," Steadman growled, backing away from her, he undoing his pants as he spoke, "I wanna fuck you real bad!" Samantha did as she was told, unzipping her dress from behind her back as she did so. The purple crepe gown slid elegantly down her curvaceous form, revealing a lingerie-delight of stockings, garter belt and matching French knickers. "Gorgeous," he commented, now undoing his tie as Samantha stepped out of her dress, kicking it to one side, before bending over the drawer, presenting her ass to him. Steadman was upon her immediately, pulling the knickers from her smooth flesh, she gently swaying her hips as he did so. Once they lay crumpled around her ankles Samantha discarded them with her high heel as she then parted her stocking legs, Steadman running his fingertips up the length of her inner thighs. Wasting no time he pierced her wet slit with his tongue, his nose brushing off her hot buttock. Samantha shuddered as his tongue wormed its way into her, lapping at her velvet lips, his mouth sucking the honey which flowed in great pulses from her. Periodically his tongue would lick and stab her asshole, his thick fingers penetrating her dripping cunt, God, what a brute! She reached behind her to pull apart her buttocks, allowing him wider access into her sticky flesh. His tongue, a miniature, mini-prick, fucked both her holes with gusto. "Fuck me, Mr. Steadman" she demanded, "fuck me hard!" Samantha felt the tip of his circumcised dome nudge against her wet slit, she imagining him holding onto the thick shaft and teasingly rubbing it off her soppy lips. He slowly pressed forward; first his knob entering her, the sensation wondrous, before he pushed home his entire length, every fucking inch of him, balls deep. His pulsating cock within her was overwhelming to say the least, and Samantha cried out once he began fucking her. His hands gripping her hips, with great, long strokes his cock slid in and out of her sticky puss, his balls swinging below him, bashing against her ass. "Fuck yeah, babe!" he grunted, Steadman reaching below her to palm her jutting breasts. Samantha enjoyed his hands upon her, her nipples being mauled between his fingers. His big cock throbbed majestically within her. She couldn't help but wonder if he had taken Betsy Donovan like this? "I love your cock in me," she told him, looking over her shoulder at the casting agent. He still wore his white shirt; it was unbuttoned all the way, his powerful chest and taut tummy exposed. "So fucking tight!" he said, hammering home his prick. Without warning he brought his open palm down hard upon her buttocks, the whack resonating around the room. Samantha's ass stung, but she loved it so. He reached for her hair and pulled her hair back, his lips feasting upon her neck, her shoulders, even the fake pearl necklace. Lunging deep within her Steadman's hands gripped her wobbling breasts and squeezed them, hard. Samantha reached her first orgasm this way. Withdrawing from her, Steadman told her to sit upon the vanity mirror drawer. Samantha did so, her stocking thighs apart, opening her slit with her gloved hands as he stepped into her, penetrating her honey-pot once more. The drawer shook with the force of an earthquake as Steadman fucked her upon it, her copy of 'Silver Screen', her make-up accessories, her hair brush and the discarded script spilling onto the carpeted hotel room floor. Samantha's loud groans seemingly spurned the incorrigible casting agent on, he gazing lustfully upon her curvaceous form. She pulled him towards her, her fingernails scraping his muscular shoulders, her thighs wrapped around his jack-hammer-like waist. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, climaxing once more, throwing her head back, her hair flaying against the glass of the mirror. His cock, his beautiful cock was dancing the tango in her pussy and waltzing with her clit. "You fuck better than Betsy Donovan!" Steadman announced, out of the blue. "Really?" Samantha asked him, genuinely astonished. "Yeah, oh yeah babe, you're gonna be a huge star, a big fucking star!" "Your cock is a star!" she told him, wildly. "Let me come on you," he growled, his prick swelling within her. Samantha squeezed his fat cock with her pussy, felt his meat pulsating with delicious cum. She wanted it all over her. "Please, yes," she wheezed, "come on my face, you wonderful man!" Steadman withdrew from her, pulling on his sticky, glistening length. Samantha sprang from the drawer and sunk to her knees, she reaching for Steadman's balls with her tongue. They tasted of her honey, she savouring the flavour greedily. "Ladies and gentleman," Steadman groaned, his orgasm imminent, he vigorously shafting his fat, throbbing prick, "I present to you, Hollywood's newest, brightest star, Samantha ... Pennywhistle!" And then he came. Samantha's face was suddenly splattered with a white, creamy deluge of cum, her out-stretched tongue tingling with the salty tang. His climax was immense, and groaning before her Steadman emptied his balls onto the flushed face of the starlet to-be, who slurped and sucked upon his tacky cock with sluttish fervour. Her gloves stained with saliva and cum, Samantha held his now flabby prick and, gazing into Steadman's face through half-closed, cum-stung eyes breathed a "Thank you! Thank you, fans!" with the exhilarated zeal of an acceptance speech. Fin The Star-Bitch: "Wasteland Warrior" Vonda wiped the sweat from her brow with her moisture collector. It had been ten minutes and the triple suns of Calibrax had worked her into a dripping heat. It didn't help that at this time of day, in this particular phase of its 209-year cycle, there was no shade as the suns completely surrounded her from all sides. At best, at "night" (for lack of a better word), one of the suns would set for a few hours. But for the past 10 years and for the next 32, there would be no complete sundown on Calibrax. The planet was passing through the middle part of its orbit, between the trinary system's three stars. The worst was Abelgon Alpha, the blue giant. Its heat was searing, even this far away. The second star, Abelgon Beta was a yellow main sequence star and the red sun Abelgon Gamma was the farthest, and least troublesome. Still, there was no escaping the suns' heat, any time of day. The best Vonda could do was find a cave or burrow every now and then, but those were only good for a temporary respite. She had to keep moving or she would die here on this dust bowl of a planet. As she sucked away the sweat from under her arms and worked down her back and torso, Vonda cursed the name of Mars Harkin. Mars and his merc group had been "recommended" to Vonda by her employer for her latest job. "Recommended" meaning "forced or no deal". Apparently her employer didn't believe she could pull off the job herself, as she had insisted. . . . "Look, Proctor Kanan," Vonda had demanded, "I work alone. I don't trust anyone to watch my back but me." "I'm afraid I must insist," Proctor Kanan countered cordially, "consider it my insurance. No offense, but I simply don't trust your...kind. But if I hire two teams, they can keep each other in line, make sure the job is done." Vonda let the insult roll off her back. She'd been called a lot worse than untrustworthy - five times since breakfast today. "I have experience with these types," she warned, "Mercs can't be trusted - they'd sell their own mother for an extra couple shares." "Precisely why I want them, Ms. Andromeda," Kanan had coolly replied with the confidence of the filthy rich (as he was), knowing he had all the power in a transaction such as this, "I want men who will do whatever I say for an obscene amount of money. And I'm willing to pay for extra men." Proctor Kanan was a mid-level bureaucrat on the economically important planet of Fordex V in the Gallatin Division, in the upscale end of the Perseus Arm. Like most politicians in the Gallatin Division, he was filthy rich. It was essentially a corporatocracy, a system where capitalism eventually supplanted democracy. To be a government official meant you had strong corporate ties and got a nice steady stream of "donations" from various businesses in exchange for passing laws that were good for their bottom line. This led, naturally, to a massive chasm between the haves and have-nots, but the have-nots had no power and no say in the matter and the haves liked the system just the way it was. Vonda wished she could say this system of government shocked and surprised her, but she found it depressingly familiar... And men like Proctor Kanan depressingly common. "Sometimes less is more," Vonda had fruitlessly tried to explain. "Said like someone who has always had less," Kanan smugly smirked. Vonda had an urge to slap that smirk off his face and leave him with less - teeth, that is. But he had the money. And she needed a job. And she never went back on a job. She could have walked away, but business had been slow lately, and the kind of lifestyle she led left a trail of bills, debts and markers that she could only outrun for so long. Occasionally, she had to make an honest living (well, "honest" might be stretching it) and take any crappy job that came along. And this was turning out to be the crappiest so far. . . . It had started out okay. Vonda had agreed to take on the mercs as long as she still got the lion's share of the pay - 75%. The employer didn't care how the split the money. But, apparently, Mars did. Vonda wasn't happy about having to make the trip on the merc's ship, leaving The Star-Bitch behind with ERGO. She preferred to be in control of her own transportation, should the sudden need to get the fuck out arise. But she knew it would be better this way. She didn't trust these mercs enough to let them on her ship and the merc's ship was better armed and stealthier. Besides, the trip wasn't without its perks. Most of the mercs were butt-ugly dirtbags, but one of the humanoid female members of their crew was a real sexpot (Vonda figured that was probably her specialty in the group), and she was all over Vonda from the moment she stepped on board. Her name was... Something or other, Vonda wasn't sure she'd caught it. Jara? Jana? Java? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that fantastic ass on her which Vonda could not wait to dive into! Jada knew it was her best asset, showing it off in her assless chaps and G-string, flaunting it to Vonda as she strutted around in front of her, swaying her hips back and forth seductively, cheeks jiggling with every step. It took every iota of Vonda's willpower to not activate her cock genemod and jump Jala's ass right then and there! On the weeklong trip to their mark on Calibrax, Jara had visited Vonda in her quarters practically every day. The two fooled around, but Jaya kept teasing Vonda with her ass. She let her grab it, slap it, kiss it and lick it, even finger it, making a big show of sucking her finger after and then slipping it back in, moaning and gyrating her hips maddeningly. But when Vonda had well-lubricated that amazing butt and grew out her cock, ready for action, Jaja mewled "not yet, sexy". She rubbed her ass up and down on Vonda's thick cock, moaning and sliding it between her deep, fleshy cheeks, but would not let Vonda slip it in. Instead, she gave Vonda an expert blowjob, deep-throating her with considerable effort, and swallowing every drop of her she-jizz, a large load worked up by all of Jaza's anal teasing. But Vonda never got to fuck that amazing ass. She could have easily just taken her, and a lesser pirate would have - but Vonda was not into rape. She liked it rough, she liked to give a good, hard fucking, but she was no rapist. As they were about to land on Calibrax, Jaya sent Vonda a viscomm of her ass, bent over, cheeks spread, her perfect brown butthole winking at her in anticipation. The accompanying message simply said "I'm ready - cargo bay". After a week of teasing, Vonda didn't even think once before bolting down to the cargo bay, bowling over a couple of the crew in her mad rush to buttsex ecstasy. When Vonda got to the dark cargo bay, she called out for her relentless cocktease, but got no response. She sniffed the air with her genemod-enhanced nose, but smelled no trace of Jaxa's heady aroma - a mixture of Hanna rose and girl sweat. Instead, she smelled the stench of three of Mars' brainless brutes and Vonda immediately knew she'd been had. Sweet Jaja's ass had laid a trap for Vonda and she mindlessly waltzed right into it. She was more disappointed by the realization that she wasn't going to get any of that sweet anal action than she was by the realization that Mars was trying to kill her. Of course, Vonda never trusted anyone (and preferred to work alone because her distrust was almost always well earned). She was not caught entirely by surprise, and was ready to take on three of Mars's biggest men. The Hongorian had jumped the gun first and gave away the would-be assassins prematurely. He howled and launched himself at Vonda clumsily. A swift retractable stiletto to the windpipe put him out of commission quickly and gave her time to draw her flashgun. Rolling toward cover, she evaded the second assassin's poorly aimed laser and flashed his head clean away. True to its name, the flashgun disrupted matter in a small radius where it hit, disrupting the chemical bonds and separating it into its component elements. This gave off a flash of heat and light and left a confused, blood-gurgling stump on the Tagolite's neck. The third assassin was either more clever or more scared and hung back, waiting for Vonda to make herself vulnerable. She knew he had the advantage. The only exit was behind him, and even if she did escape, the rest of the merc crew would be gunning for her. "Was it something I said?" Vonda sarcastically asked, trying to buy some time to formulate a plan. There was no answer. "Tell Mars it doesn't have to be this way!" Vonda offered, "we can work together!" "We work alone," Mars' voice came crackling over the speakers, "and we've had experience with your type. Bounty Hunters can't be trusted. You'd do the same to us if you'd thought of it first." He wasn't totally wrong. If Vonda found them getting in the way, she would have ditched them at the first opportunity. But she would have completed the job, first. She was cutthroat, but the mission came first. And she didn't make a habit of killing anyone she didn't have to. That tended to be neater in the short term, but to have long-term consequences that come back to haunt you. Right now, though, she had a pretty good feeling that Mars Harkin was in definite need of a short-term solution. But she had a ship full of mercs to fight through to get to him. "Mars, your so-called 'men' are pathetic," Vonda taunted him, "I could keep wiping my ass with them all day, but I don't think you want to lose them ALL. Why don't you come down here and we can talk this out. Negotiate." "Oh, so you can offer me twenty-six percent?" Vonda could hear him spit the words out with venom - literally. His reptilian species had been uplifted by early Human rogue geneticists doing banned research on Jafar II. The reptile men had revolted, killing the humans and taking over their colony. The Herpetians were not known for their sunny dispositions. "Hey, a lady's gotta make a living!" Vonda shrugged, looking around the cargo bay for the camera that Mars had been watching through, finding it just above the bay door, "how about... 27 and a half?" "You insult me, Star-Bitch!" Mars spat, "there are 12 of us, and only 1 of you! You should get..." He paused several seconds to do the mental arithmetic, "...12%!" Herpetians were also not known for their strong math skills. Just then, the last assassin came up behind Vonda and nearly ran her through with his nanoedged sword. It was only the sudden silence of the speakers that gave Vonda the chance to hear the faint shuffling of his feet and clothes as he lunged. The nanoedged sword's one-atom-thick cutting edge sliced cleanly through the breast of her environment suit, destroying the equipment and slicing superficially into her skin. The sword cleanly sliced in half the cargo container she had been hiding behind. Quickly she grabbed the Herpetian by both scaly wrists and tumbled backwards, using his (her? It was hard to tell with them) momentum against him. Mars Harkin watched eagerly on his monitor as Vonda and his first mate Korbo rolled around the cargo bay, grappling, wrestling, grunting and screaming. Korbo was strong, his best man. Mars knew he would finish off the troublesome greenskin monkey woman. Then things went suddenly silent. Mars saw no motion in the bay and swept the camera from side to side trying to see what happened. "Korbo?" he called into the microphone, "is it done?" "There!" called out one of his crew gathered around him, also watching the monitor. They pointed to a shape on the screen and Mars zoomed in. Vonda was wiping her ass with Korbo's face. Korbo was either dead or unconscious. Whichever it was, it didn't matter. The Star-Bitch was still alive. Vonda made an exaggerated show of flossing her crack with Mars' first mate and dropped him to the floor with a heavy thud, flipping Mars the finger (an insult whose exact meaning was lost on him, but not the sentiment). "Looks like you're down to 9 men, Mars," Vonda sneered, "by your math, that entitles you to only 9% now, right?" "Wha-?!" Mars was speechless with rage. After a few seconds of deep thought and finger counting, one of his fellow Herpetians turned to Mars and declared, "I think she's right..." Mars shoved the crewman aside and scowled into the mic, "you think you're so smart, Star-Bitch! Let's see you math your way out of this!!" Vonda was so taken aback by the pathetically lame comeback that she was caught off -guard when the cargo bay door opened and dumped her and the contents out onto the planet below as Mars lifted the Tyrannosaurus off the planet (it wasn't that big of a ship, but apparently reptile men had the same tendency for overcompensation as ape men). Vonda tumbled out of the bay, unable to find a finger hold. At the last second, she managed to grab a strap that held her weight for a second. She tried to pull herself back up, but she knew the longer she held on, the farther she would have to fall if she couldn't get back inside in time. Her genemods could make her pretty tough, but not tough enough to survive on the outside of a ship, especially if they break atmosphere. Vonda didn't really have much of a choice, though, as the strap turned out to be attached to Korbo's body. It slid out of the bay, plummeting to the planet below, with her attached. Korbo's only saving grace was that he acted as a bit of a cushion as Vonda fell the 50 metrons (about 150 feet) to the ground, landing on the side of a dune and sliding down it. . . . That had been 5 days ago. Mars surely believed Vonda to be dead by now. But Vonda was a survivor, if she was nothing else. Fortunately, she had come somewhat prepared, as their mission had actually been on Calibrax. Only their target was about 100 kiltrons (about 60 miles) to the south, which she discovered after checking her navbox. Before it shorted out from the heat and dust. Though she had been wearing her environment suit, Korbo's blade had sliced it open and rendered its circulatory system useless. Now it was just going to make her overheat, so she stripped down to the bare minimums. Sunlight was actually good for her, as she had a permanent genemod that harnessed solar energy to power cellular regeneration (resulting in the green tint of her skin). This would come in handy in repairing the cuts, bruises and sprains suffered in her tussle with Korbo (Herpetians are very strong and have large, sharp claws) and her subsequent fall. Fortunately, the planet's gravity was a little below what she was used to, and its atmosphere a little thicker, both factors in slowing her fall enough for her to survive it. However, her healing process required both nutrients and water, just like the advanced plant life the modded genes were derived from. The only equipment of hers that fell out of the cargo bay with her was her blaster. All her rations had been securely lashed down in the bay. Likewise, her only source of water was her suit's water reclamation system. That normally would have lasted her indefinitely if it had been intact and airtight, assuming the chemical makeup of the atmosphere was appropriate. But with the suit ruined, that was not an option. Instead, she had to strip the moisture reclaimers from the suit and stop periodically to manually sop up her sweat and collect her other fluids (all of them) so the filter could get to work and refill her jury-rigged water bottle. It helped that Vonda had been something of an engineer in a former life. Skills she never thought she'd ever need again, especially in this- Vonda stopped herself. Those were old memories, long past useless and nothing she enjoyed reminiscing about. Besides, they were irrelevant to her present situation and getting distracted could get her killed. As for food, Vonda had lucked out... Well, perhaps that depends on your perspective. The three assassins had also fallen out with her. All were dead, either by her hand or from the fall. Vonda was no cannibal. And she didn't believe in eating people, of any sentient species. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and after a few days without food, she'd be getting pretty damned desperate. She decided to be practical and peruse the menu, such as it was. The Hongorian was huge and meaty and would last her weeks. But he stank and was as filthy as the mud planet from which his people came. She wouldn't eat him if you paid her. She probably contracted a disease or two just looking at him. Plus, he was just too dense to drag around, even in the lower G. Toglites were much less sturdy, at least on the inside. Their outer shell was tough enough, but inside they were soft, almost gooey meat. Vonda had never eaten one, of course. She knew what they looked like on the inside only because the Toglite had practically exploded on impact with the rock it smashed into after its fall. Nothing edible left of him. Besides, Vonda had heard Toglites had poisonous blood and she wasn't going to give her immune system genemods any more to fight than they already had to. But the Herpetian. Reptile was good meat. It literally tasted like chicken. In a way, it was too bad about Korbo. Of the four of them, he was the best suited to survive on this desert planet, being a reptile and all. As it was, he was going to become Korbo Jerky and help Vonda live long enough to get even with Mars. . . . On the 10th day, Vonda was beginning to wonder if she'd gone the wrong way. There didn't seem to be a single life form on this planet, not even a shrub or a sand mite. And not a drop of water. It would have been very easy to get turned around and become hopelessly lost. But while the stars were never to be seen, the triple suns served as a fairly constant guide. The blue giant rose and set in the south, so all she had to do was keep walking directly into the boiling heat of the stellar inferno. If not for her heavy duty polarizing goggles she'd been wearing, she'd have gone blind on the first afternoon. Water reclamation would only work for so long. She was starting to run dry, inside and out. And dying of thirst and dehydration was not a good way to go. At least she still had her flashgun, in case things got too grim. But that was not an out she would ever truly consider, unless it was really the only way. Vonda didn't like to lose, and she never gave up. Whatever it took to get back at Mars, she would do. Even if she had to cut off one of her arms and drink its blood to survive, she would do it and then bash that traitorous bastard's head in with the desiccated husk. Regarding her flashgun, though, Vonda had a sudden "flash" of inspiration (pardoning the pun, she was getting pretty lightheaded at this point). The flashgun worked by breaking molecular bonds and reducing matter to its base elements. This meant anything with hydrogen and oxygen in it would break down into H2 and O2. All she would need to do then was burn the hydrogen with the oxygen (oxidize it) to make water vapor, which she could let condense into drinkable water. And she needed was a bit of heat. And heat was the one of the primary byproducts of flashing something. Vonda still had some moist chunks of Korbo left in her makeshift lizard skin backpack. She needed to eat, too, but she could go a week without eating if she really had to. She'd only last a few days in this heat without water. Carefully, she concocted a small basin to flash the meat in and put the moisture collectors at the bottom. By burying the chamber in the sand, she could get it cool enough to condensation to form. Sure enough, she was able to make about 20 midrams (about 16 ounces) of bloody slush, which the moisture reclaimer was able to filter down to 10 clean midrams of potable water. Not as much as she hoped, but it was better than nothing and it would have to last her the last 12 kiltrons to the target site. At a good pace, she could make that in a day or two (such as they were on this hellhole of a planet). The Star-Bitch: "Wasteland Warrior" . . . By day 13, she was counting her charges to make sure she had enough energy to flash her own head if it came to it. At least it would be instantaneous, a painless death. But the one thing that kept her going was preoccupying herself with all the imaginative, terrible ways she would make Mars pay for what he'd done. The sad truth, though, was that he had probably already collected the entire bounty and was long gone, living it up with his traitorous mates and boasting about how easily he'd offed the infamous "Star-Bitch". And the other sad truth was that she was probably going to die on this sun-seared shithole of a planet. But when she looked up from her flashgun as she came over the dune, she saw the unmistakable silhouette of the Tyrannosaurus. She dropped instantly, flattening herself against the sandy dune, hiding behind it and only peeking over it. She knew if anyone looked this way, her green skin and purple hair would stand out like a sore thumb against the orange-yellow dunes. The ship was still a ways off. It would be about a 100 metron run to cover the distance between the dune and the ship, with absolutely no cover in between. She would use the flashgun to burrow, but she'd discovered early on, when trying to dig out some shelter from the sun, that the sand was too deep and loose and would collapse in on any tunnel almost immediately. Plus she had only enough charges left for two, maybe three flashes. There was no movement around the ship or the small structure it was parked at. That must have been the outpost that they'd been told to go to. According to Proctor Kanan, there was only one occupant there, and one who Kanan would prefer to see dead. Why he felt that called for both Vonda and a whole team of mercs, she didn't know. But the fact that the Tyrannosaurus was still there after nearly 2 weeks didn't bode well for the fates of Mars and his crew. Whoever this hermit was, he was probably dangerous enough to have merited the extra attention, and then some. The hunger, dehydration, heat and exhaustion made Vonda consider just running for the ship and taking it. Really, seriously consider it. But Vonda's value as a bounty hunter was based on her reputation as a woman who always completed the job, no matter the difficulty, no matter the circumstances, no matter the odds. Waiting for the third sun to set, Vonda had a modicum of relative shade she could use for cover as she dashed to the Tyrannosaurus. It was intact, and appeared completely abandoned. The boarding ramp was down, but the hatch was sealed shut. There were some claw marks on the hatch and what could have been blood on the ramp. Not good signs, but not really telling. In any case, it was locked up tight, so she wouldn't be getting any supplies or weapons from it. And if she wanted off this planet, she was going to have to follow Mars and his crew into the outpost. Checking her flashgun once more and cursing her luck, Vonda opened the outpost's main door and stepped inside.... It was much cooler inside, she immediately noted appreciatively. And a bit dank, actually. And dark. Her goggles, unfortunately, weren't the ones with the infravision mode. But it was precisely for times like this that she had gotten the enhanced senses genemods. Hypersensitive hearing alerted her to every little creak and groan of the station. Low light vision helped her find her way. Even high pressure sensitivity in the nerves in her skin allowed her to sense micro changes in pressure through the movement of the fine hairs on her limbs and body, giving her an almost preternatural ability to sense things right before they happened if she was focusing on it. Vonda brought all these senses to bear, bringing the stimuli around her into sharp relief. At first it seemed like the barren station had no secrets to give up, but then she heard... something. Cracking sounds? Wet sounds? And vocal tones... All coming from down the stairwell to her left... Deeper into the dank darkness of the outpost. Vonda steeled her nerves and crept as slowly and quietly as she could down the steps. Fortunately, they were some sort of hard composite mineral, not unlike concrete, and therefore didn't creak or groan as she descended them silently. Vonda had abandoned her stilettos at the planetfall site, another thing Mars was going to have to pay for. She loved those boots! Coming down a hallway, she saw signs of a battle. Well, more like a slaughter. There were blood stains from a few different species of merc on the wall, and blast marks to match. Bloody trails led down the hallway where the wounded and dead had been dragged. Vonda was not surprised by the scene, but still unsettled by it. As she continued on, the sounds became clearer. Ahead of her on the left side of the hallway was a wide opening into which all the blood trails disappeared. It sounded like whatever was happening was happening in there. "Please.... no..." came the weak plea of a voice she barely recognized as belonging to Mars Harkin. There was no response. Just... guttural sounds and that sickening sound... Vonda had a sudden lizard brain fear response. She wanted to run, run as fast and as hard as she could and get as far away from that room as possible. But she knew the only way off this planet was through that room, one way or another. Preferably another Vonda thought to herself as she looked back the way she came and saw another doorway behind where she had come down the steps. Opting for the back route, Vonda found herself in a sort of kitchen. Beyond the kitchen, through some plastic flaps, she found a gruesome scene of carnage and offal. The floor was strewn with the chewed and gnawed-on remains of dozens of sentients. Bones with chew marks... Torn and tattered, blood-stained clothes. Rotting and decaying heads... Some had been there for a while... Others were much fresher. Like less than 2 weeks old... As Vonda approached the room at the end of the chamber, and the sounds she now clearly identified as chewing got louder, she recognized the clothing of a few of the corpses. Mars' men. She wondered which one was Mars, or if he was still alive. She thought of Jana, laying somewhere in this pile. What a waste, Vonda thought with morbid humor, I wanted to eat that ass myself... As she rounded the corner, she knew what she was going to see but it still revolted her. Mars was lying on a table, held down by... something. Something big and ugly and foul. And that something was currently eating Mars' leg. Mars was groaning in pain and shock, barely conscious. The vaguely humanoid, but monstrous thing was busy chowing down and noisily munching. It didn't hear Vonda sneaking up behind it, stepping over the discarded remains of the last couple meals it had made out of Mars' crew. Vonda stopped about two metrons from the thing and leveled her flashgun straight at the back of its head. But a groan from Mars caught her attention. Not wanting to take her eyes off of the feeding horror, she glanced quickly at Mars, surprised to see him looking right at her with half-lidded eyes. He weakly shook his head at her and glanced at her flashgun. Vonda got the message. Mars' crew had been well-armed with all kinds of different weapons. Surely one of them had had a flashgun and found it useless against the beast. Likely none of their weapons had been effective. Only magshielded objects and those made of a carbonium casing could withstand being flashed and not react. Sure enough, the thing's thick, scaly skin had the hard black sheen of carbonium. She lowered the flashgun hesitantly. Her only advantage right now was the element of surprise and wasting it on an ineffective attack would be stupid. The thing finished stripping the meat from Mars's dismembered leg and dropped the bloody bone to the floor. "Mmm, leg's not bad... but time for a wing!" it grumbled in perfect colloquial Standard. It grabbed Mars' arm, ready to rend it from the captive merc's socket. Mars moaned in pathetic, helpless despair, unable to stop this enormous ghoul from feasting on him. Suddenly a crash from the chamber behind the beast rang out, catching his attention and making him look back. He sniffed the air. "Hmm, another friend of yours?" He snarled at Mars as he rose from his feasting table. His 3 metrons of beefy, scaly, hairy bulk rose from the table and plodded off to check out the noise. "Hey!" He suddenly spun and said to Mars, "stick around!" Then he stabbed Mars through the shoulder with a large metal pick he used as a meat sticker and toothpick. "AAAIIGGHH!!!" Mars screamed, despite having lost the energy to do much more than moan, much less free himself from his straps and escape. The creature slumped off and as soon as it was out of sight, Vonda came in through the front entrance and went straight to Mars. Mars looked at her with a mixture of relief and despair. He knew he was done for, but it was at least nice to see a friendly face before he died. Of course, he'd forgotten that he'd tried to kill her two weeks ago, before his gruesome nightmare had begun. Mars began to open his lips to say something to Vonda, but she put her hand over his mouth and her finger to her lips to tell him to stay quiet. She shot a furtive glance to the rear chamber where the beast had gone to investigate her distraction and started feeling around Mars and the table. Mars wondered what she was doing - was she going to try to save him? Even after he tried to kill her? She walked around the table and had her back to the offal chamber when Mars saw It coming back. A hiss of reptilian terror was all Mars could muster as warning and Vonda spun to see the enormous creature standing not more than 3 metrons from her. She held up her hands, both empty and spoke to it. "Hey, uh... handsome..." She started, nervously, "look, I didn't mean to interrupt your dinner and all, uh... I just was looking for something..." The thing sneered, "oh, really," it licked its blood-stained lips with a fat, bumpy tongue as it ogled Vonda's impressive body lustily, "and what might that be, sweet cheeks?" Vonda stayed there, backed up against the table Mars laid on, hands up. She attempted to reason with the thing. It clearly was sentient, and anything sentient has things it wants. And if it wanted something, it could be dealt with. "Well, funny story," she laughed nervously as the beast slowly crept closer, "this dirtball here stole my ride and left me to die." "Wow," the thing said regarding Mars in mock disapproval, "what an asshole." "So, I just need my keys and I'll be out of your hair," Vonda offered, then noticed the thing was bald, "or, uh... you get the picture." "Uh-huh," the horror uttered as he stepped closer, "sure. But just one thing: why would I let you go?" "Well," Vonda shrugged, forcing a smile, "I don't know what your... er... beef is with these fine gentlemen, but it's none of my concern. In fact, you'd be saving me the trouble of offing this bastard myself, so you can have him! Bon appetit!" "And what are you gonna do for me?" The foul creature snarled, again sizing up Vonda's considerable assets lasciviously, "other than be tasty, I mean." The thing had gotten too close for comfort now and Vonda backed away around the table, standing on the other side so that Mars was between her and It. "Well... It looks like your cupboard is looking kinda bare," Vonda gestured grandly, "I could take my ship and bring you back a whole flock of savory, er, 'dinner guests'..." Vonda used the creature's momentary consideration of her offer to glance down quickly and grab the passkey for Mars' ship from his belt. Mars moaned in protest, but was in no shape to put up any more resistance than that. "See? I'll just be on my way and you can finish up your lizard lunch here..." Vonda slowly backed away from the table towards the wide opening. She wondered... if she had to make a break for it, could she outrun him? "Mmm...." The thing licked his lips looking down at Mars, who looked completely lost and resigned now, "lizard meat IS good..." He looked back up at Vonda and quipped, "tastes like chicken!" He laughed raucously, spittle flying everywhere. Vonda suddenly felt sick to her stomach. How was she really any different from this disgusting monster, having been forced to eat Korbo to survive? She had the sudden urge to vomit violently, to give back all that she had eaten of the once living, breathing, sentient Korbo. But what bothered her the most was that she knew if she had to do it all over again, she would. "Okay, uh, enjoy!" She said as she backed up to the doorway. But the monster pressed a button behind the table and the doorway was suddenly sealed shut with a thick carbonium-plated door. "Sorry, lambchop," the creature chuckled, "but I already have a supplier." Vonda bumped into the door, trapped, and gulped. There was no way out now. The monster guffawed obnoxiously and settled in at his table, ready to finish his gruesome meal. "After I'm finished with your boyfriend, here," he said as he lifted Mars' arm to take a big bite, undressing Vonda with his beady black eyes, "you're gonna make a nice, sweet dessert!" Then the inside of his head exploded in a flash of heat and light that made his carbonium skull buckle, but not break. Bits of goo and liquefied insides came gushing out of his mouth. Mars screamed as he pulled his now-seared arm out of the creature's hollowed-out head, still clutching the flashgun, now only slag, melted into his burning hand. Moments earlier, when Vonda had her back to the creature and was making a deal with it, Mars had felt something cold against his left hand. He had looked down to see that Vonda had shoved her flashgun between her ample, muscular green buttcheeks and was trying to push it into his hand. Realizing her ploy, he took it from between her cheeks and hid it under his leg until the foul beast had tried to pick up his terrible feast where he'd left off. The one thing you're never supposed to do with a flashgun is use it at close range. The thermal energy released when its target's molecular bonds are all suddenly broken at once reach temperatures that will melt the gun, and any hand holding it. Which is exactly what had happened to Mars' left hand when he'd fired the flashgun right inside the giant ghoul's mouth. But it had worked. The thing was dead and Mars was still (at least marginally) alive. And for the horror it had inflicted on him and his crew, it was satisfying to know that, at least, Mars had lived longer than it. Mars suddenly found himself being lifted off the table, his straps having been undone and the pick in his shoulder having been removed. Vonda was carrying him. "What are you doing?" He groaned, "I'm finished, just let me die." "Uh-uh," Vonda grunted as she hauled him up, hit the button to open the carbonium door and started carrying him out, "you're not getting off that easy." "This is easy?!" He groaned. He couldn't imagine that Vonda could do anything worse to him than had already been done these past two weeks. . . . When Vonda had dragged Mars to the Tyrannosaurus, she set him down by the boarding ramp to use the passkey. "Star-Bitch..." He moaned. Vonda didn't bother correcting him, "yeah." "Thank you..." "Don't thank me yet, lizardbrain." Mars tried to straighten up to look at her, "you didn't need to-" "Yeah I did," Vonda picked him up and carried him up the ramp to the control panel, "I need your boarding code to disable the anti-intruder countermeasures." "Oh," Mars half-smiled through his agony, "you noticed those." "Yeah, asshole," Vonda smiled back, "I noticed those." Mars entered the code without hesitation. The boarding hatch opened and green lights showed the code had been correct and the anti-intruder countermeasures had been disarmed. This was confirmed when Vonda and Mars passed through the hatch without being sliced to ribbons by anti-intruder lasers. Vonda carried him inside the ship and set him down in the medical bay. She activated the medbot and it went to work stabilizing him. "This is a pretty cheap model you got here, Mars," she assessed the medbot, "but it should be able to stabilize you until we can get you some real medical attention." "You're a fucking saint," Mars sighed as he felt the painkillers surge into his bloodstream, "a fucking angel, Star-Bitch. Everything everyone says about you is dead wrong." "Bullshit," Vonda sneered, "and if you tell anyone that, I'll come back for your other leg." Mars winced as he laughed and coughed up blood. "Sorry for trying to kill you," he offered, "nothing personal. Just business, you know the deal." "Uh-huh," Vonda muttered, not looking at Mars. "Look," Mars said as he started to get groggy from the painkillers, "I'm done. My crew is dead... And look at me, I'm a mess. I'm ruined for this line of work. I'm getting out of this business for good." "Yeah," Vonda said looking at him with some pity, "might be better for your health to retire." "Take the whole bounty," Mars muttered as he started to succumb to the painkillers, "you earned it..." Then he slipped into an anesthetic coma, induced by the medbot at Vonda's input. "Thanks," Vonda acknowledged the unconscious Herpetian's offer, "but something tells me there won't be any bounty to collect." Vonda looked at the medbot's display. "Doc," she called, activating its voice command interface. "Affirmative" is chimed back metallically. "Make sure the patient stays under for 7 days, then instruct the nav computer to set course for the nearest medbase." "The patient's injuries are extensive," the medbot advised dispassionately, "More immediate care is advised." "He'll live." "Affirmative," the medbot chirped and followed her commands. Its ethical compulsory subroutines had long since been disabled, as was common with all black market medbots. . . . Vonda stopped in the galley on the way to the cockpit and grabbed enough food for three meals and two large flagons of the most alcoholic-looking liquids she could find. She was surprised to find there was less there than she had expected. These mercs must have eaten like pigs. Pigs to the slaughter, Vonda mused morbidly. Stepping into the cockpit, she wished she had ERGO with her. As annoying as her servobot could be, he knew how to talk to just about any nav computer. Vonda knew nothing about Herpetian language or their user interface standards. This was going to be a bit of trial and error. Suddenly, Vonda was hit over the head with something hard and metal. But the blow was more a nuisance than a danger, causing her to drop a drumstick and spill her drink, but that's about it. Whirling around to face her attacker, she saw a visibly shaking female humanoid cowering in the corner by the cockpit door. "Oh my god!" the frightened assailant squealed, "it's YOU!" The female merc jumped up and wrapped her arms around Vonda, burying her head in her bountiful green bosom. "Jana?!" Vonda sputtered in shock, "what the fuck?!" "Jana?!" The female merc spat back indignantly, "my name's Boquie! Who the FUCK is Jana?!" She looked much more jealous than she had any right to be, considering she had set Vonda up to be killed. "Oh, Boquie, right... close enough," Vonda gently pushed the jittery merc back into a passenger seat and set down her food and drink. "Thank Orbos you're alive!" Boquie gushed, "I thought I was the only one!" "Yeah," Vonda sat down across from Boquie in the pilot's seat, "and how, exactly, did you manage to be the lone survivor?" The Star-Bitch: "Wasteland Warrior" "I'm not a fighter, really," Boquie confessed, "my specialty is more... well... persuasion." Vonda couldn't argue with that. Boquie's charms had worked wonders on her... nearly got her killed. "So you're the ship's femme fatale," Vonda sneered with some disdainful resentment, "sex up the target and get them to let their guard down so they don't notice the knife sliding into their back." "No, no," Boquie insisted, then her form morphed right before Vonda's eyes. She was now a thin, tall blue female with pink eyes and white hair and her clothes fit her all wrong. She was a shapeshifter! "I'm a Polymorph and a limited telepath," Boquie explained, "close-range only and I can really just pick out images and impressions from people's minds. I can use that to take on a form that our... 'objective' finds most appealing... Often I can persuade them to give us what we want without a single shot fired." Inwardly, Vonda admitted that would be a very useful skill in her line of work. And it explained a lot. Vonda should have known she was too good to be true. And it was undeniable: Vonda was an ass woman through and through. No matter the species or the sex, Vonda always admired a fine set of glutes. "But I'm no good in a firefight. Just not my thing," Boquie continued. Then her eyes grew distant and dark, "they left me behind to man the ship and monitor their communications... I... I had to listen to them all... They died... Horrible screaming... munching... OH GODS!" Vonda almost felt bad for her. But then she remembered how Boquie had set her up. Boquie must have been a pretty good actress in her line of work, and all of this could easily be an act. Someone like her didn't live as long as she had without looking out for herself first and foremost. Vonda thought about the claw marks and blood stains on the hatch and boarding ramp and a scene began to form in her head of the few crew who managed to escape back to the ship frantically banging on the hatch, trying to get in... and Boquie locking them out to save her own skin, listening to them be mauled and dragged off by the cannibalistic horror. "Right," Vonda sighed, ignoring Boquie's bravura performance, "I hope you were this broken up when you lured me into that cargo bay so Mars' men could kill me." "Oh, no!!" Boquie exclaimed, "I never meant for that to happen! I was on my way there when the Captain grabbed me and made me tell him where we were going! He held me back while he sent his men in there to kill you!" "Really," Vonda deadpanned, "that's not what he told me." "He... the Captain's alive?" Boquie seemed nervous only momentarily, but recovered quickly, "Well, he'd obviously lie to cover up his guilt. He'd say anything. I wanted to warn you, but he smashed my commcard! I would never have done that to you!" Vonda smiled and tapped her wrist comm. Boquie's pocket lit up and chimed with her commcard's ringtone. "Care to try again?" Vonda sneered. Boquie looked shocked, then slumped, knowing she was caught in a lie. "Okay, okay..." She sighed, turning off her commcard, "but I really did like you. I was hoping Mars would make a deal with you. We had fun together..." She looked up at Vonda seductively, submissively, and shapeshifted back to her familiar form, perfect ass and all. Boquie dropped to her knees in front of Vonda and ran her hands up Vonda's thighs sensually, "but now it's just the two of us... alone... I'm sure we can have lots of fun together, if you want..." Vonda smiled. This bitch was good. She was lying her ass off, still, but it was a damned fine ass, so Vonda didn't really give a shit. "Sure," Vonda smirked, "but only if you're wearing these." Vonda produced a pair of carbonium shackles and locked Boquie's arms behind her back. "Just so there's no chance of backstabbing, you understand," Vonda smiled. Boquie cooed playfully, "oooh, yes ma'am, whatever you say..." "And I think your little dirty trick deserves a severe spanking on that fine ass of yours, little girl," Vonda grinned broadly. "Oh, yes," Boquie positively bubbled, "I've been a bad girl," she pouted sexily for Vonda's benefit. "Good!" Vonda yanked the merc up effortlessly and put her across her knee, "30 strokes ought to do it! Count them off for me." The girl yelped in surprise as Vonda ripped the seat out of her see-through stockings and bared her vulnerable ass. "Yes, Mistress..." Boquie moaned huskily at the roughness of it. "First, let's get off this hellhole," Vonda paused, indicating the dashboard, "which one's the autopilot?" "That one," Boquie helpfully pointed with her bound hands. Vonda inserted Mars' passkey into the dash slot, activating the controls, then pressed the button. The ship began its preprogrammed route back to the Gallatin Division. "Good girl!" Vonda smiled and turned her attention back to the captive she'd taken over her knee, "for that, you get an extra five strokes!" And with that, Vonda began spanking the bound merc's ass with gusto. "Ooooohhhhh...." Boquie moaned erotically, "one...." "And after I warm up this naughty, cockteasing ass of yours, I'm taking it for real! I'm gonna ride it all the way to Fordex V!" Vonda snarled, "Hope you're ready for some deep, hard buttfucking, BITCH!" She punctuated her proclamation with a hard, stinging blow that echoed around the cockpit and reddened the girl's ass immediately. "Two-Aiioowww! Yes!" Boquie caterwauled, "my favorite!!!" "And if you're good," Vonda promised, "I might just keep you!" "Oooohhhh," Boquie sighed at the thought - "AAAAIIEEeee! Th-three!" tears began to run down her pretty cheeks already. This was going turning out to be the best mission ever, Vonda smiled as she meted out the devious shapeshifter's punishment and her captive counted off the blows aloud. . . . By the time the Tyrannosaurus arrived at Fordex V seven days later, Vonda and Boquie had done just about ever sex act in the book. With the autopilot flying the ship and nothing else to do, they spent practically the entire time fucking. Vonda slid her sizable green dick out of the depths of Boquie's throat, the merc girl gasping for air as the now freshly-cleaned horsecock emerged revitalized and fully erect, ready to go again. Having given up her secret of being a shapeshifter, Boquie was free to use her skills to accommodate Vonda's impressive length and girth down her throat. This freed up Vonda to tie down the sexy shapeshifter and throat-fuck her with total abandon, something she'd only ever been able to do with the Gorbolian Mouth Whores of Loban XII, who were renowned for their oral capabilities. "Damn, girl, you got me all hard again," Vonda sneered, "now I'm gonna have to do something about that!" She gave Boquie a sharp swat on her already rosy cheeks, "face down and stick that ass up!" Vonda untied her and recuffed her hands behind her back. As close as they'd come in the past week of nonstop fucking, Vonda always kept her bound and restrained. Truth be told, Vonda felt Boquie liked it that way. Boquie moaned in desire and rolled over obediently, "again...? But my poor little ass is sore, Mistress... And so full! I can feel your seed sloshing around inside me!" This only made Vonda's cock throb harder. She slapped the girl's upturned ass roughly, making her yelp and her ass jiggle seductively, "BITCH, I will tell you when your ass is done!" "Mmmmmm, yes Mistress," Boquie sighed in submissive appreciation. But just as Vonda was about to dive into the upturned butt's already-gaping, swollen hole, an alarm went off. The autopilot had entered Fordex V space and required a pilot to take over for docking procedures. "Damn," Vonda sighed. Nothing good can last forever, she thought. "Fun's over, bitch," she smacked the girl's vulnerable, bared ass one last time as she climbed off the Captain's bed, "we'll have to take a rain check on this one." Boquie moaned in disappointment and rolled onto her back, "so soon?" Vonda smiled as she deactivated her cock genemod. It felt weird going back in. She'd never left it on for a full week like this before, and she already missed it as it shrank away back down to her normal female anatomy. She felt incomplete without it. But it was too big to leave on all the time, it'd be a liability in combat. . . . After the ship had landed at the docking platform on Fordex V, Vonda and Boquie stood at the top of the boarding ramp. Vonda reached behind Boquie to finally release her from her bonds, but the shapeshifter merely morphed her wrists and hands into tentacles and slipped right out of her shackles, shooting Vonda a wry smile as the carbonium cuffs clattered heavily to the floor. "You could have done that any time..." Vonda smiled. Boquie nodded, smirking impishly as she turned around and nestled herself in Vonda's ample bosom, "but we were having so much fun that way..." Vonda smiled, shaking her head. This girl was one of a kind. "Look, I'll be back. Just gotta take care of some business. We can pick this up if you want after," Vonda actually let a hint of genuine affection come through in her tone. Boquie slowly broke the embrace, "MMMmm, thanks, but..." she sighed, "I have some personal business to take care of, too. And I really should make sure Mars gets to a medbase." Vonda nodded, knowing it had been a longshot. "Alright, well, if you ever need a good spanking, look me up," she gave Boquie one last parting slap on the ass. Boquie moaned in response and rubbed her sore, heavily used and abused ass, "thanks, I'll keep that in mind... As soon as I can sit down again!" Boquie leaned in and kissed Vonda passionately. Vonda took the opportunity to steal one last squeeze of the merc's perfect butt cheeks. Vonda walked down the ramp and into the docking complex as the Tyrannosaurus lifted off behind her. She had the matter of a bounty to settle with Proctor Kanan. . . . Vonda Andromeda strolled into Proctor Kanan's office like everything was perfectly normal. Kanan, for his part, played the same game. "So it's done then. The thing is really dead?" Kanan asked, betraying just a hint of disbelief beneath his well-practiced politician's facade. "Yeah, it's dead," Vonda sighed as she flopped heavily into one of Kanan's big, cushioned comfy chairs, "liquefied his brains and blew them out his nose. I'd have brought you the fucker's head, but the damn thing's hide was made of carbonium. Ugly fucking brute, though." Vonda studied Kanan's face for any sign of discomfort at her intentionally graphic description and insulting characterization. Anything that might explain Kanan's motives. There was a slight twitch in his brow, but that was all. He was too good a liar to let his real feelings show. Or maybe he just didn't have any. "Good, good..." Kanan looked into his drink, then circled behind his desk, activating the touch screen on it, "and the mercenary crew I hired to escort you?" "Didn't make it," was all Vonda offered, "I told you I work better alone." "Mmm," was all Kanan replied. He clearly wanted more details, but didn't want to seem like he wanted them. Vonda wasn't going to make it easy on him and just volunteer any extra info. He was going to have to give something up to get something in return. "I have to admit," Kanan smiled, "I'm surprised you made it out alive. You're not the first crew I sent to take care of him." "You don't say," Vonda recalled the gruesome remains of the scores of previous victims. "I'm keying up the transfer now. 100% of the 2 million bounty to Vonda Andromeda," Kanan made a big show of setting up the transfer on his desk interface. "So, how did you survive where the others failed?" Kanan tried to appear only casually interested in the answer, pretending to be preoccupied with the transfer. "Well... after the crew you hand-picked tried to kill me," Vonda sneered, watching Kanan's face intently, "they left me to die and got eaten before I caught up with them. Lucky for me, your pet wasn't expecting dessert." "My-" Kanan started to feign ignorance, but looked up from his desk to see that Vonda had already drawn her laser pistol and was pointing it right at him. Kanan's enormous Gortite bodyguard came in immediately, answering the silent call for help Kanan had signaled just a second before he had seen Vonda was already armed. Kanan waved him off, resigned to the agony of having to tell the truth, for once. "And I'm afraid I'm going to need that bounty in cold, hard currency. Spex only," Vonda waved her pistol in his direction, "no offense, but I just don't trust your kind," she sneered snarkily. "I don't keep that kind of currency. That's for criminals and-" Kanan started to protest. "Cut the shit, Kanan," Vonda hit the primer on her laser pistol, charging up a full blast with a high pitched, rising whine, "your type deal with criminals and dark money all the time. Hell, the only difference between you and me is that I work for a living." Vonda nodded her head at the hulking Gortite still standing ready in the doorway, "I'm sure your man, here, can rustle up that amount from his usual sources." Kanan sighed and nodded to the Gortite. The bodyguard hesitated, looking at Vonda menacingly, then left to make the money run. "It'll take a while to gather and deliver to your ship," Kanan explained as he deactivated his desk's screen and walked back around in front of it. "I'll wait," Vonda replied, "just to ensure the deal is done. I never like to leave a contract unfulfilled." "I did hear that about you," Kanan admitted regretfully. "As advertised," Vonda gestured grandly. Kanan leaned back against his desk and picked up his drink, studying its variegated colors swirling around the ice inside. "How did you know?" Kanan asked. "That thing was practically indestructible," Vonda explained, "no amount of additional mercs was gonna change that." Kanan remained mum. He wanted to see exactly how much she'd figured out. So Vonda continued. "And there was something he said...about already having a supplier," Vonda gestured towards Kanan, "I knew then that the whole thing had been a setup. You sent us there not to kill him, but to feed him." Kanan hung his head in what may have actually been shame, if a politician could actually feel that emotion. "He was my son," Kanan offered, to Vonda's surprise. "What the fuck happened to him?" Vonda could help blurting out, "I mean, no offense, but... I don't exactly see the family resemblance." Kanan smiled and stood up, looking Vonda over, "something you should be familiar with by the looks of you. Genemods. Tal was always so thin and small... And got sick all the time. So when he asked for genemods for his 16th birthday to make him bigger and stronger... Well, we bought them for him. We thought they would help him become the man we knew he could be. Increase his confidence. Set him up for success." "And he got hooked on them," Vonda guessed. She'd heard of this kind of thing before. Some people just had such a poor self-image that they got addicted to quick and easy self-improvement. Instant makeovers. Vonda had more than her share of genemods, but they were all related to her work. At least, that's what she told herself. She knew better. But she had stopped a while ago. She wanted to retain some of the person she was before, at least on the inside. Too many genemods and your mind just loses its grip. You're not the same person anymore, in more ways than one. Kanan nodded and sighed heavily, "Tal was a rich kid. He could afford all the genemods he wanted. And we were too slow in trying to stop him. And too embarrassed to turn him in or get him professional help." "So let me guess," Vonda sneered, "when your boy went too far and lost his humanity; started embarrassing you and eating other rich kids... you banished him. Hid him away where nobody could see the black sheep." Kanan nodded again, "yes. Calibrax was one of my corporate sponsors' planets. They established a small outpost there to prospect for minerals, but found nothing of value and abandoned it. They offered it to me in exchange for a no-bid mining contract." "How many people?" Vonda demanded. Kanan couldn't face her. He walked to the large bay window and looked out over the ocean view. It was grey. Cloudy and misting. "How many, Kanan?" Vonda insisted, "how many men, women and children did you sacrifice to keep your monster alive?" "No children!" Kanan blurted defensively, "no... At first... At first we sent people nobody would miss. Homeless, poor... People who sold their bodies for a small sum... Just enough for one last drug binge or wild fling. But this exposed us too much, gathering people on-planet and shipping them off. So we found ways to redirect other ships there, arrange 'crash landings'. Refugee ships... Tourism vessels... A colony ship or two. Then we started using prisoners, but there was a document trail there that we couldn't hide forever. So I figured the best thing to do was send people who had no right being there anyway... People with no rights. People nobody would be surprised to find met a violent end, that nobody would go looking for. Criminals. Like those mercenaries." "Like me," Vonda amended. Kanan shrugged, "yes, and like you. I do apologize for that." "And you thought you could get away with it forever?" Vonda jeered, "just because you're rich?" Kanan actually laughed at this, "yes, of course. Rich and powerful." He turned around to face her, smiling with that eminently slappable self-satisfied smirk of his, "this is how the Universe works, dear. People like me do what we want, and people like you... do what we want, too. It's best you remember that." Vonda bristled at this, but tried to remind herself how much money she was about to make. But damn him if he isn't right, she thought to herself. "However, I do owe you a thanks, Ms. Andromeda," he said as his professional facade rose up once again, "you did what I never had the courage to do. In a way, I'm relieved it's finally over." "Mm-hmm..." Vonda didn't try to hide the revulsion she felt for the man. She had the strongest urge to flash the conscienceless bastard's head just like his mutated son's... but she wanted his money even more. The Gortite entered the room and nodded to Proctor Kanan. "Well, Ms. Andromeda," Kanan stepped forward and offered his hand, "I believe this concludes our business. You were even better than your reputation." Vonda glared at his hand like he was offering her a poisonous Felgad Buttworm. "Let me give you some advice, Kanan," Vonda sneered, "don't have any more kids." Kanan withdrew the hand and all pretense dropped from his aspect, " I hope you'll understand if I prefer to never make your acquaintance again." "Likewise," Vonda feigned a curtsy and spun to leave, sidestepping the Gortite bodyguard who tried to usher her out, "I can find my own way, Igor." . . . Vonda sat in her cockpit staring out at the grey sky, waiting for her turn for takeoff clearance. She was brooding. Kanan's words ate at her. ERGO had counted all the money, and it was all there... But something inside her - that part of her old self she couldn't let go of - something inside her demanded more than money. What was it, again? That outdated, quaint concept? Justice. Vonda wanted to just let it go. She really did. To just take the money and walk away. But Kanan's smug face seared the inside of her eyelids every time she closed them. He can't be allowed to get away with this just because he's rich. But Vonda had a reputation to uphold. She always completed a job, always fulfilled the contract. The Star Jewel The sweltering southern jungle had been the barbarian's most unfamiliar enemy, having come from lands far to the north in search of the fabled star-jewel. Krynn was stripped nearly bare with only soft leather sandals covering the bottom of his feet and a single loincloth hanging from his waist. His large battle sculpted frame was golden under the unforgiving sun and glistened with a permanent sheen of sweat courtesy of the humidity. His blond mane hung to his broad shoulders and was held from his storm grey eyes by two thick braids in front of his ears. His heavy broadsword was sheathed and strapped to his back while on his chest hung a simple talisman against evil, made for him by his grandfather who served as the village shaman. The resting place of his prize was a tower carved from a large cliff face, conveniently strewn with vines that would lead him to the entrance at the top. His large hands gripped the thick vegetation and hauled his bulky frame upward with the lithe grace of a mountain cat, never slowing until he reached the top. Under the iron and stone patchwork of the tower's domed ceiling, the barbarian saw the iridescent glow of the star-jewel and licked the lips of his clean-shaven face. Then his view was obstructed by a tall obsidian jungle native, holding a long curved sword in one hand while the other was held out with fingers splayed as if in warning to the north man. The native was leaner than the barbarian and 6 inches taller but his muscles were no less defined and shimmered like living night as he silently moved toward his foe. The barbarian hesitated as he took in the sight of this chiseled and hairless warrior that moved toward him as if out of some dream where the night and stars had birthed a god. The ebony skinned warrior wore only a necklace of teeth and beads besides his loincloth that, instead of hanging loosely in front of him like the golden manned foreigner, was wrapped tightly around his hips and groin, imprinted by the thick meat beneath it. He drew his sword as he shook the arousal from his mind, remembering that this was his foe that sought to keep him from the jewel. With both hands he brought down his weapon in an overhead strike. The native with apparently little effort parried the blow as he danced around the barbarian and delivered two counter strikes. The first was blocked but the second cut him above his right pectoral. It bled only a little and was merely a love bite from the curved sword that, although smaller than the broadsword, had proven strong enough to absorb the barbarian's brutal attack. A safe distance from his opponent, the lithe native swung his single edged blade in a display of mastery, as if the curved steel was a living extension of his tightly muscled arm. The North man became enraged at what he saw as his enemy's mockery and let out an impassioned howl as he leapt forward with his sword thrusting before him. The distance between the combatants was closed and there was a grinding flash of steel as the distracted native barely succeeded in saving himself from the barbarian's sword at the cost of his own. The beautiful curved sword, skitted across the stone floor and halted at the far wall. Panting, the north man held his sword over his enemy's neck and saw the source of his opponent's distraction. Krynn's appreciation for his enemy had manifested and was straining the limits of his loincloth. With a quivering but careful touch, the subdued man brushed away the leather curtain to reveal an eight and a half inch penis with a fully engorged mushroom head. The night-skinned man's mouth hung open and let out a sigh teeming with desire. His fingertips glided along the shaft before caressing the ball sack at the far end. Krynn was suspicious despite his own obvious hunger so he pushed the edge of his blade to the man's neck with an unmistakable glint in his eye. They did not speak the same language but some things were difficult to misread like the mutual desire hanging between them or the fact that Krynn would kill the exotic beauty beneath him should he make a single false move. The dark-skinned warrior nodded in silent understanding his hand now stroking the wheat-colored cock slowly and firmly before he took the head into his mouth and began to work the soft underside with his tongue. His right hand gave a gentle squeeze with each forward stroke while he lapped up the sweet pre-cum. The bronze barbarian's muscles knotted from the waist down as he lost himself to the expertise that were as impressive now as they had been a moment ago with steel instead of flesh. A dark left hand was now massaging his balls with a tender eagerness while the right continued to piston the shaft-faster now. The man beneath him began to liberally bathe his testicles in warm spit while his right hand never slowed. The left hand took some of that lubrication and worked its middle finger slowly into Krynn's pink anus. Krynn had dropped his sword by now and was grunting in a display of animalistic lust. Then his new lover buried the first two fingers of his left hand knuckle-deep in to his own hungry desire and swallowed 7 inches of his man-meat rocking back and forth. A wall-shaking howl erupted from his throat as he quaked in orgasm and fed his semen to the warrior between his granite thighs. The next moments of dazed ecstasy found the north man on his knees, facing a magnificent black scepter of flesh, dripping from the tip with its sweet anticipatory nector. He opened his mouth and took the dew from its small opening before tasting its length from the side. He gathered his saliva and washed all ten inches as he gripped the shaft as if it were his sword. Once the obsidian cock was slick with the north man's spit, the towering native positioned himself behind the blond barbarian's perfect glutes and slowly penetrated the pink hole he had loosened with his fingers. The head of him sunk inside and with an arm around his lover's waist he slowly fed his dark rod into the tight sphincter of his lightly bronzed foreigner. With a few strained gasps Krynn stretched to accommodate the warrior's spear of lust as it filled him deeper than any man before. The sensation brought new life to the barbarian's own penis and he started to stroke it as he pushed his ass against the cock inside him, moaning now with reckless abandon. Guttural cries belonging at once to every language and to none filled the chamber as they became lost to each other. Swirling heat and simmering pleasure were all they knew as the native held close to the Norseman who turned his head back to kiss his lover and taste the salty remnants of his own cum there. They drank deeply of each other and the north man supported their combined weight on his knees while those skilled dark-skinned hands brought unimagined pleasure to his aching cock. Their kisses were replaced by more howls of bestial lust as they peaked together. Hot cum hit Krynn deep within as he spilled himself all over the native's wonderfully appreciative hands. The swoon of his lust led him to the arms of sleep though his eyes strained even now to hold the image of the star-jewel. As he woke some time later he knew the jewel and the warrior who had enchanted him were gone. His sword however was where he had left it and there were always other treasures to be had. The Star of the Show 1. "The muscles on his brawny arms stood out like iron bands." It was Saturday afternoon at the McFarlane home. All around the living room were the female friends of Darlene McFarlane. At 41, Darlene was a very beautiful woman and quite aware of it. Her blonde hair came to her shoulders, framing a face accented by green eyes and pouty lips. Her 5'7" figure was well toned and voluptuous, most of the outfits she wore drawing attention to her 36C breasts. There was plenty of neighborhood speculation she'd had them done for her 40th birthday - a gift to herself after her recent divorce. "And into the fray, he cast himself onward." At the center of the living room was Darlene's son, Tommy. At 18, he was a little small for his age. A fact made even more obvious by the robe and cowl he wore as he stood before the gathering of women. He was doing his best to remain poised in front of the guests while reciting the monologue given to him by his mother, but found himself embarrassed and nervous by the unwanted attention. "And forward...." Tommy stammered, losing his line. From her spot sitting on the armrest of the sofa, Darlene looked sideways at her son and softly ppst'ed him and whispered at her son. "Forward he went, a man!" "Forward he went, a man," Tommy repeated. He breathed a sigh and awkwardly bowed before the women. Darlene was the first to begin clapping. The other women politely followed. Darlene stood up. She was wearing a very tight pair of black low rise slacks and a white sweater that her full breasts strained against and also showed off her tan midriff. "Well, ladies, did I not say my son was an actor?". "Very charming..." "He's so cute..." "How wonderful..." The other women kindly responded. Tommy went to slouch in the corner where his Grandmother was sitting patiently. "Well, Grandma, I'm glad that's over." "Me, too," replied Grandma. Close to 60 years old, Grandma was rather portly, but still maintained a joyful spirit, even when it came to indulging her daughter's constant efforts to remain the most popular woman in the neighborhood. Her sympathy to her grandson Tommy went a very long way. Darlene stood before the women in her living room. "Well, ladies, I'm sure you all enjoyed that very much and now I have some exciting news. Tommy is going onstage! I've entered him in a talent contest." Darlene began passing out flyers to the women. "How very interesting..." "Oh, it's at Lindley Hall..." "I'm sure he'll win First Prize..." The other women politely commented. Darlene beamed with pride. "Well of course! And I want you all to be there when he does." Tommy groaned, looking toward Grandma. She put her arm around him. "Darlene, why do this? We've never had an actor in the family before." Darlene turned toward her mother. "Mother, I think I know what's best for Tommy. It's about time he had some real exposure to the arts." Darlene returned her attention to the other women, following them to the door and making them promise to attend the show. Tommy looked to his Grandma. "She's the one that wants the exposure, not me." Grandma gently patted his shoulders. "I know, Tommy. Your mother has always been like that. Hopefully, we can get through this together." Darlene returned to the living room. She stood before Tommy and Grandma, putting her hands on her hips. "Oh, the both of you get those looks off your faces. This talent show is going to be a wonderful opportunity for everyone." 2. "Friends, Romans, and Countrymen, lend me you ears..." Tommy McFarlane paced back and forth in the living room while practicing his lines. It was two days before the competition and his mother had him practicing for a week now. The pressure was beginning to get to him. The doorbell rang and Tommy welcomed the chance to answer it. Standing in the doorway were Tommy's friends Nick, Darin, Jake, Billy, and Alan. "Hey fellas," Tommy greeted them. "Where ya been, Tommy?" Nick asked. "Yeah, we haven't seen you all week," added Billy. Tommy shrugged. "I know, my mom's got me practicing for this stupid talent show she put me in. She's trying to make an actor out of me." The other boys laughed. "Talent show, actor?" Jake sneered. "That's so lame!" At that moment, Darlene McFarlane pulled into the drive way in her BMW Z3 and got out of her car. She was wearing a tight off-the-shoulder black top with a short black skirt that showed off her bare legs and black boots almost to the knee. She had her blonde hair up in a high ponytail. There was a large white box under her arm. She walked up the drive way and to the front door. "Excuse me, boys," Darlene brushed by the boys standing on the doorstep without giving them a glance. She stopped to stand next to her son. Looking down at him with a slight smile but disprovement in her eyes "Tommy, you're supposed to be rehearsing. Now tell your friends you'll see them later and come back inside." Without another word, Darlene stepped into the house, her perfume lingering amongst the boys. Tommy sheepishly stood before his friends. "Sorry, fellas." "Your mom can be a real snob sometimes, Tommy," Darin said. "Yeah," agreed Billy. "She acts so stuck up." Jake grinned at Tommy. "I got and idea, Tommy! Why don't we show up at this stupid talent show and when you go onstage, we'll really heckle you and make fun of you, so that way you won't even have a chance to win." The other boys agreed with Jake's suggestion. Tommy nervously shrugged. "Gee, fellas...I don't know." From within the house, Darlene called out. "Tommy, Mommy can't hear you practicing!" Jake took on a mocking tone. "Yeah, Tommy, better go back inside and practice like your mommy told you." The other boys laughed. "Ok, fine," Tommy replied. "Let's ruin my act before she has me trying out for any more of these dumb contests." "That's the spirit!" Jake shook Tommy's hand. "Don't worry leave it all to us!! We'll make sure to give you the works!" "My pals," Tommy smiled. The boys walked off and Tommy shut the door. He walked back into the living room. Darlene was in there and opening the box. From within she took out a very short looking Roman toga. "Look, sweetie. Look what mommy had made for your performance!" Darlene proudly held the toga up to Tommy. It was very short and ended just below his waist. "Isn't it just the cutest thing? And I've had some wonderful boots and a helmet made also. You're going to look wonderful, so proud and stately!" It was all Tommy could do to keep from crying. 3. "Is that what you're wearing tonight?" Darlene stood before the full length mirror in her bedroom. She was wearing a to the floor, clinging low cut silk chiffon lavender halter gown. Her full breasts were accented by the gown's support. She softly caressed and smoothed the gown along her figure and down her thighs. She wore double strand pearl necklace that drew extra attention to her cleavage. Darlene's lean legs were enhanced by shimmering pink nylons that when glimpsed by a side slit up one side of the dress that went to mid thigh drawing attention to her hips and shapely derriere. The strappy heels she wore matched her gown perfectly. Her blonde hair was done up in a high French curl. Her make-up perfect, her lips glossed a glimmering pink as she put the finishing touch on her lips. Grandma stood in the doorway wearing a modest wool dress. She looked disapprovingly at her daughter. Darlene continued to admire herself in the mirror, turning side to side and looking over her shoulder for a back view. "This is a very expensive original Marc Jacobs design," she said. "Besides, I don't see anything wrong if it helps the judges to remember Tommy's act if they remember me also." She said lost in her admiration of herself. "Just whose night is it supposed to be anyway?" Grandma asked. "This is Tommy's chance to meet with a commercial agent and I will not have anything ruin it, not you, Tommy or anyone. Do I make myself clear, mother?" Darlene replied. "Oh, then don't let me get in the way," Grandma said. And with that, she left the room. Darlene walked out of her bedroom and into the living room where Tommy and Grandma were waiting. Tommy was clearly uncomfortable in the Roman toga and gold boots he wore. "Tommy, don't slouch in your costume," Darlene admonished him. Tommy tried to keep his hands close to his toga while still holding the foil shield and helmet in his hands. "C'mon, mom...the guys are gonna laugh at me." "Sweetie, you're going to wear the costume and that's final!" Darlene raised her voice. "Now can we please go to the theater?" 4. The Lindley Theater was crowded. All the seats were taken except for the front row. That is until Jake, Nick, Darin, Billy, and Alan pushed their way into the front row seats. Under their jackets they held various sling shots, pea shooters, and other prank items. Backstage was a bustle of activity. Stage hands moved back and forth. The majority of the parents backstage were women with their teen-aged children. Darlene arrived backstage with Tommy in tow and Grandma following behind. Darlene drew plenty of attention in her long, clinging dress. Tommy kept a robe on to cover himself in the short toga while holding the foil shield and helmet. Darlene went over to sign Tommy in. She leaned over the table to sign the call sheet. Underneath the backstage lights, Darlene's lavender dress was almost see-through, her figure and tiny thong line showing through the thin material of the dress. Standing nearby, the Master of Ceremonies got a very good glimpse of all of this. He stepped closer and introduced himself. "Hello," he said. "I'll be the MC for the show tonight. And you are..?" "Darlene McFarlane," she replied. The MC checked the list. "Ah yes, Tommy McFarlane. He'll be on first." " "That won't due at all! My son is too much of an artist to open a show!" Darlene said. Her expression was one of an aristocrat talking down to a servant that has gotten out of their station in life. "We have him down as the first act," "Artist or not." responded the MC. With her hand clasped together in front of her, her head thrown slightly back and to the side Darlene said indignantly. "Well, you'll just have to change the line up. I refuse to let my son go onstage first!" Some of the other parents backstage took notice, looking on disapprovingly at the scene Darlene was making. She put her hands on her hips. "If you do not give my son a better spot I will sue this competition's sponsors right along with you!" Tommy slouched away from where his mother was arguing with the MC. He found himself standing next to a very cute young girl. The girl was wearing a very extravagant jewel encrusted dress. She smiled demurely at Tommy. "Hi," she said. "Hi," Tommy smiled back. "I'm Lilly,' the girl said. "Tommy," he replied. Lilly glanced over to where Darlene was still making a fuss with the MC. "Is that your mom over there?" Lilly asked. Tommy nodded, embarrassed. "Yeah, she wants me to win this thing really bad." "Mine, too," Lilly said. "She spent a whole bunch of money to rent this dress. If I don't win this competition, she's not only going to lose all that money but we won't have enough to buy the dress and we will have to give it back." Her face was sad and her eye's lost at the thought of not being able to keep her dream dress. "I bet you'll do great," Tommy smiled. He was about to say more, but suddenly Darlene was at his side. "Tommy, what are you doing? You should be doing your vocal warm-ups. Not talking with your competition!" Darlene grabbed Tommy's hand and led him away from Lilly. She took Tommy to the side of the backstage area. "Now, begin your vocal warm-ups, you'll be on soon." Darlene walked away. While standing at the side of the stage, Tommy moved the curtain to the side. In the front row he could see Nick, Darin, Jake, Billy, and Alan. The boys saw Tommy and they raised their hands to show the pea-shooters, sling-shots, noisemakers, and other items they had. Tommy smiled and gave them the thumbs up, pulling the curtain back. By the time Tommy turned his attention backstage, he could see that Lilly had just walked on to the stage to perform. The moment she stood on the stage, she suddenly frozen. Petrified, Lilly just stared at the silent audience as they stared back. At the side of the stage, Lilly's mother was near tears over her daughter's plight. The MC gave a stage hand the signal to pull the ropes to close the curtain. Lilly ran offstage crying and into her mother's arms as the curtain closed. Darlene approached the MC beaming. "Tommy's ready now to perform." The MC barely gave her a glance. "That's fine, but he'll still have to wait." Darlene was left flustered started to say something as the MC walked away from her. She noticed some of the other stage mothers had seen the slight and were smiling amongst themselves. Standing next to her, Grandma chuckled a little. Darlene looked at her. "I don't think this is so funny," Darlene snapped at Grandma. Grandma continued to chuckle, "Well, I do." "Why don't you try being more supportive? This is supposed to be a big night! It's Tommy's début on the stage!" Darlene testily replied. Her mother could only laugh more at the remark and the look on her daughter's face. Darlene walked away from Grandma and over to where Tommy was standing. She took his hand. "Come on, sweetie, it's almost time for you to go onstage." "Hold on, Mom..." Tommy was still looking at Lilly. She still looked so upset. Darlene still had Tommy by the hand. "Young man, you are going onstage tonight whether you want to or not!" "But I've got something to tell the guys," Tommy stammered. "What do you mean 'tell the guys'? Are those friends of yours here? What are they doing here?" Darlene was already starting another scene backstage. Some of the other stage mothers were noticing Darlene's fuss. Tommy tried to think fast. "They're here to root for me. Just tell them that I don't want to loose now, I want to win!" "Well of course I'll them that!" Darlene beamed with pride, delighted at Tommy's new enthusiasm. "What are you gonna tell them?" Tommy asked her again. Darlene smiled at Tommy, "I'm going to tell them you've got to win!" "Right!" Tommy smiled back. He turned away and went over to where his Grandma stood by. Darlene walked to the side of the stage and down the steps and out to the audience. Her long clinging lavender dress drew more than a few stares from the crowd. None more so than Jake. Even as Darlene was approaching them, Jake couldn't take his eyes off Darlene's full breasts tantalizingly concealed behind her dress. Jake turned to the other boys in the front row. "Hide the works, guys. Here comes Tommy's mom." Darlene walked over to where the boys sat in the front row. She leaned over to speak to them, unaware that she was offering them a revealing view down the front her dress. "Now listen, boys," Darlene haughtily told them. "This is Tommy's big chance tonight and I will not have anything ruin it for him. I want you boys to act like little gentleman and root for him. We all want Tommy to win, right?" Jake, Nick, Darin, Billy, and Alan all looked at each other and smiled politely at Darlene. "Right...yeah...sure," they all said. Jake took another look at how noticeable Darlene's nipples were pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. He smiled at Darlene. "Tits...I mean, it's a very exciting night, isn't it, Ms McFarlane?" Darlene, completely wrapped up in herself missed the comment. "Yes, it's very exciting for everyone." She turned and as she started to walk off, Darlene spotted her female friends from Saturday afternoon. She immediately approached them. "Ladies, I knew you'd make it," Darlene was brimming with conceit. "You're going to have the opportunity to see a wonderful performance. You have the perfect seats to see all of my son's talent!" "Oh I'm sure..." "It seems wonderful..." "Yes, we're happy to be here..." The other women politely responded as they were taking their seats. "Well, you'll all have to excuse me now. I have to be backstage," Darlene smiled superciliously at the women. "A mother's work is never done." She turned away from the women and strode away. The women confided with each other the moment Darlene was out of earshot. "That poor boy. I hope he doesn't win so none of us have and he will have to do this again..." "Did you see that dress she has on? I mean really..." "She was obviously flirting with those boys in the front row..." The other women now were no longer hiding their disdain for Darlene. On her return to the backstage entrance, Darlene passed by the boys in the front row once more. She snootily waved a finger at them. "Just all of you remember what I said now we want Tommy to win tonight!" Without waiting for a response, she continued her way to the steps backstage. The boys all looked at each other. "Who cares what Tommy's mom says?" Darin sneered. "Yeah," added Billy, "She acts like such a snob!" Then Allen said "Ok let's give him the works!!" The lights of the theater were dimming again as the MC walked onstage. A single spotlight shone down at him. "Ladies and gentlemen, he spoke to the audience. "Prepare yourselves for a classical piece." Without further introduction, he walked off the stage. Tommy walked out upon the stage. As the spotlight followed him center stage, he felt completely nervous, even ridiculous in the short roman toga he was wearing along with the ornate cape, boots and helmet that was part of his costume. He was so nervous, that he tripped over his cape and fell. There was a smattering of laughter from the audience as Tommy struggled to untangle himself from his cape. At the side of the stage, Darlene and Grandma stood near the MC. Darlene turned and complained to the MC. "Why don't you give him some light?" The MC barely glanced at Darlene. "Give him some light, what for?" "So he can act!" Darlene insisted loudly. The MC replied sarcastically "Oh, so he can act?" And Darlene replied forcefully, Yes!! With the other stage parents watching them, the MC was barely holding back his disregard for Darlene. He signaled to one of the stage hands to operate the lights. Tommy was able to get to his feet just as the stage lights came up. He got himself together, took a deep breath, and began his monologue. "Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears..." Feeling confident remembering his lines, Tommy began striding up and down the stage performing his act. In the front row out in the audience, Jake gave the signal to Nick, Darin, Billy, and Alan to take out their sling shots and pea shooters. Jake grinned at them. "Ok, guys, let him have it!" The boys loaded up and prepared their prank brigade. Onstage, Tommy was just about to launch into the second refrain of his monologue when he saw the boys in front all aim their weapons at him. "And by their call to arms..." Before he could finish, a hail of spit balls and pellets were fired at Tommy from the front row. He raised his shield just in time to deflect them. Tommy lowered the shield and wave the boys off, but they were already unleashing at barrage again. "Behold his mighty stand..." Tommy lowered the shield and spoke his next line, but once again the boys fired more spitballs and pellets at Tommy, forcing him to raise his shield. Tommy looked to the side of the stage. He could see his mom standing next to the MC. She motioned at him to come off the stage to her, but the MC was waving to stay on and continue his act. Thinking of Lilly and giving her the prize money for her dress Tommy faced the audience. More of them were starting to laugh at his plight. The Star of the Show "We must not lose, we must win!" Upon this line, Tommy dramatically hoisted his shield, but the strap broke. The shield fell from his hand and clattered on the stage. This drew more laughter from the audience. At the side of the stage, Darlene was nervously wringing her hands. Tommy was being ridiculed. Around her she could see some of the other parents backstage laughing. Oh how could this happen to me! I'm being made a laughing stock! She thought. The MC next to her was chuckling mirthlessly. Even Grandma couldn't help but smile. Darlene turned to the MC. "They're laughing at him." she said. "Laughing at him?" The MC delighted in Darlene's obvious worry. "They're howling at him!" "Well I won't have my son laughed at, take him off!" Darlene snapped. The MC ignored her and continued to laugh. Darlene looked at the MC and said "Well if your not going to, then I'm going to take him off!" She made a step for the stage but the MC caught her arm. One of Darlene's thin straps slid down her shoulder. "You can't break up that act," the MC said. Darlene pulled her arm away from the MC. She haughtily put her hands on her hips. "Oh no..?" She turned away and stormed off around the backstage area. She hurried past the other parents and their children that were standing in the wings laughing at Tommy onstage. She noticed one of the long transom poles leaning against the wall by the curtain. Darlene grabbed the pole and took it over to the upstage curtain that separated the backstage from the stage. Darlene threw the pole to the stage then brushed and pulled up one side of the length of her long dress aside along the slit so she could kneel down behind the curtain. Taking the poll in both hands, she leaned over and slid the hooked tip under the curtain. She began furiously poking the staff under the curtain, on her hands and knees as she tried to find Tommy on the stage without being able to see him Onstage, Tommy was under a siege of pellets and spit wads from the boys in the front row. He took off his helmet and threw it down on the stage where it rolled off to the side. He didn't notice the pole sweeping across the stage. The hook caught Tommy's boot and he was pulled right off his feet. Tommy clung to the stage rail. The audience's laughter grew uproarious. Backstage, Darlene was becoming quite frustrated by her inability to pull Tommy off the stage. The increasing laughter from the audience was further making her desperate to get her son off the stage and end this nightmare for her. Still on her hands and knees, Darlene hastily swung part of the overlapping rear curtain aside and behind her. She was now halfway enmeshed in the curtain and halfway on the stage as she continued to yank at Tommy with the pole. While she leaned over to pull the pole, the thin straps of her dress slipped down her shoulders offering a tantalizing view of Darlene's cleavage to the audience that now could see her partially on the stage among the curtain. Grandma was standing right next to the MC at the side of the stage. They could see Darlene half hidden by the curtain while she was trying to pull Tommy off the stage. Both of them were chuckling at Darlene's attempts to pull Tommy from the stage. Grandma noticed the pulley-ropes for the curtain next to her. She put her hands on them and looked at the MC with a big grin on her face. "Here's where we stop the show," Grandma smiled at him. "Go ahead!" The MC responded. And with that, Grandma began pulling the ropes. Darlene was still on her knees, sitting on her heels as she worked to pull Tommy from the stage. She was completely unaware that the curtain behind her was beginning to slowly rise. She was even more so unaware that a hook on the curtain's scrim had caught the hem of her long dress, starting to raise her dress right along with the curtain. It wasn't until Darlene felt the material pulling along the back of her legs that she looked down and saw the slit in the side of her dress sliding up her thighs. She squealed in surprise, dropping the pole and desperately grasped at the curtain while getting to her feet. More laughter erupted from the audience. They could all see Darlene standing on the stage. She looked thoroughly confused and panicked as her dress was slowly being pulled higher, exposing her lovely legs. Already the tops of her shimmering pink stockings were showing. Darlene desperately tried to turning around to try on hold down her dress that was being pulled up by the curtain. The side slit began tearing along the seam as the curtain continued to rise. At the side of the stage, Grandma held onto the curtain rope. She hesitated a moment upon seeing her daughter's precarious position. Darlene almost had her back to the audience. She was still desperately trying to pull at her dress while keeping herself from any further exposure. She looked up and saw that her mother was the one pulling the curtain up and shot her a look of surprise and anger. Next to Grandma, the MC was laughing even more. He was leaning out to get a better look at Darlene's legs. He glanced back at Grandma. "What are you waiting for? Don't stop now," he grinned. "Give her what she deserves!" Grandma noticed the other parents backstage were enjoying Darlene's embarrassment. She gave the MC a smile and wink. "It's about time!" She resumed hoisting the curtain with great enthusiasm. Darlene's eyes went wide with shock and surprise as her mother pulled down on the rope. Darlene screamed as she felt the curtain continue to pull her dress higher. The flimsy material tore along the side slit all the way up to her hips. With her back to the audience and the curtain rising higher, Darlene's tiny lavender lace thong was now exposed. The audience howled with laughter and approval while Darlene struggled with her dress. There were even a few wolf-whistles for Darlene's firm ass barely concealed by her skimpy thong. The curtain kept going higher and higher. Darlene's expensive dress tore right along the side slit, stripping her and spinning her around to face the audience. They were roaring with laughter as Darlene was left standing before them mortified, wearing only her tiny lace thong, shimmering stockings and her strappy heels. Panicking, Darlene started trying to reach up to pull her dress down from the curtain, her full bare breasts on display and jiggling as she kept reaching above her. Darlene lost her balance the height of her 4" heels and she slipped to her knees on the stage and watched her dress rise out of her reach. She put her hands over her breasts, but remained on her knees, still looking up at what remained of her dress, her mouth open in surprise. Tommy was just getting to his feet, after freeing himself from the pole that had hooked his boot. He thought the audience's loud raucous laughter was aimed at him, but now they were cheering and whistling lewdly. He could see his mother's friends a few rows back in the crowd. They were all smiling and clapping. Tommy spotted his friends in the first row. All of them were on their feet and laughing. Jake shouted out, "Nice tits!" Confused and puzzled Tommy turned around to see what everyone was laughing at. He was shocked to see his mom helpless, on her knees and half naked on the stage. Her hands were barely covering her bare breasts. A daffy look of surprise was on her face and she was just staring up into the curtains above her. As he finished getting up he walked over towards his mother and looking up seeing the remains of her dress on the end of the curtain. Meanwhile Darlene looking up and going into a deep state of unbelief and shock her hands slowly falling slowly to her sides fully exposed her 36C breasts for all to see including, Tommy. Tommy felt flushed. He felt himself getting hard. An instant erection began to rise, causing the front of his toga to lift. Almost in a trance, Tommy stepped closer to his mom. Darlene was still on her knees, her hands now at her sides her bare breasts highlight in the footlights and looking up at the remains of her dress above her became aware the Tommy had just stepped to her side. She looked to him and her mouth dropped open even more open in surprise and shock freezing her in that position. Tommy had an erection that was sticking straight out from under his toga. Darlene blushed, unable to take her eyes of it. Suddenly, without even touching himself, Tommy began to orgasm. His thick milky cum spurted the first load and it shot straight into Darlene's open mouth! Darlene choked as it when in and she swallowed and her head went forward and his second load soaked Darlene's hair, the third as she looked up dousing her cheeks, her lips, the fourth load her chin then dripping onto her breasts and pearls. The audience howled even louder as watched Darlene kneeling in her thong, as Tommy's orgasms drenched Darlene with sticky globs of semen that dripped from her face and chin onto her breasts. The audience's laughter grew louder and louder. The Starfish Chrissie was spending the weekend at her parents' camp on Star Lake. She and her sister had been going to the cottage since they were children but it had been at least a few years since she had been there. She usually dreaded having to make time with her aunts and uncles just to enjoy some time at the beach but since she'd graduated college and taken a job in the city she felt she could use a break. She had hardly even walked in the door to the cabin when her sister, Liz, bounced up and gave her a hug. "You made it just in time, drop your stuff, get changed and lets go to the sand bar," Liz ordered. Liz was older than Chrissie by about 2 years. Liz had always been the one to get all of the attention from guys. Liz had bright blonde hair, a great body and was very outgoing. Chrissie didn't hurt in the looks department either but she hardly had the attitude Liz did. "Where is everybody?" Chrissie asked. "Mom and Dad went to Saranac to go shopping and the rest won't be here until tomorrow. Come on, I want to hit the bar before sundown." Chrissie wasn't thrilled with the idea, but could tell that Liz wouldn't take no for an answer. By the time Chrissie had changed into her bikini, Liz had gotten the boat prepped and ready. They chitchatted about jobs, guys and life as Liz steered the Starfish toward the sand bar. Star Lake has a sand bar that runs through the eastern bay that had long been the social hotspot on the lake around happy hour. As they rounded into the bay of the lake they could see a few boats already moored near the sand bar and some people hanging out. Liz grabbed a few beers out of the cooler as they anchored near the end of the sand bar and threw a beer to Chrissie. The girls jumped down of the boat into the cool lake water and waded over to the sand bar where some college guys were throwing a football and drinking beer. "Hi boys," Liz chirped as she approached the group. Liz had taken off the t-shirt covering her silver bikini top holding in her D cup breasts. "Typical" thought Chrissie. Liz was such a flirt. Chrissie followed behind taking a big swig from her beer. Chrissie was wearing cut off jean shorts and a tank over her red bikini. Her tits were smaller than Liz's but still a healthy C cup. Chrissie had sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes, on looks alone she rivaled Liz closely but Liz's flirty style always drove the men crazy. The guys took a break from their football tossing to check out the new arrivals. "You babes want a beer", a guy wearing a backwards visor called out. Chrissie held up her bottle and said sarcastically, "Already got one." Liz shot her sister the "don't be a party-pooper" look, downed her beer and yelled out, "Beer me, dude." The four guys gave out a howl. One of them turned up the music blasting out of his phone and Liz started to dance. Chrissie rolled her eyes, as a shirtless guy wearing a backwards hat approached. "Hi. I'm Bill." He said as he shook Chrissie's hand. "Do you guys live here or..." he trailed off. "Just up for the weekend," Chrissie explained. "Our parents own a cottage over near post office bay." "Cool. I didn't catch your name?" he said. "I didn't give it," she smiled. "Chrissie. And that's my sister Liz," she said nodding toward Liz dancing in the middle of the other three guys. "You want a jello shot?" Bill asked. Chrissie looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I know pretty girlie," he shrugged "but Tim made a shit load of them last night because he thought more people were coming." "Sure" responded Chrissie, "I could use that beer now too," she said as she swallowed down the last mouthful of the beer she had been nursing. Bill came back with the beers and several jello-shot cups. After some small talk and a few shots Chrissie asked "How come your not dancing with Liz?" "I don't dance," He smirked. "Besides, she's not my type." Chrissie took the bait. "Oh yeah. Whats your type?" she asked as she put down another Jello shot. "Well.... More like you," he said with a smile and looked at her round tits. He leaned in and kissed her. Chrissie pulled away at first, then motivated by the buzz and stealing some of the spotlight from her tart of a sister, kissed him back. Her head was swimming but she suddenly caught herself and pulled away. She looked around, Liz and the college boys were oblivious, but there were a few older people standing about 50 yards down the sand bar. Bill sensed her sudden anxiety, "Don't worry, babe, nobody cares." "Come here," Chrissie ordered as she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him behind the boat and out of view of the rest of the party-ers on the sand bar. "I don't normally do stuff like this" she said, half justifying it to herself as she kissed him hard. They made out for a few minutes, his hands sliding up and down from her hips to her tits. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees and looked up at him with a devilish grin. She reached out and undid his shorts, pulling out his thick hard cock. She started jerking his shaft with her hand and greedily slurping at the head of his cock. Bill reached down and massaged her sandy blonde hair as she sucked his dick. "What am I doing?" she thought. She was by no means a prude but kneeling in the sandy water and sucking the dick of some guy she just met was a first for her. She loved the feeling, the sand and cool water up to her ass as she noisily sucked his cock and jerked him off. She looked up at Bill's face and saw him leaning against the boat with his head back and his eyes closed. She jerked harder and sucked his dick as hard as she could. She felt him grasp her hair and let out a groan. She quickened her pace and felt the pressure building in his balls. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face into his crotch, forcing his cock into the back of her throat. She gagged but then relaxed her throat anticipating his cum. He fired a hot stream of cum into her mouth that was too much for her to handle. Her head jerked back instinctively and she coughed as he fired another spurt of cum into the air that splashed into the lake. "Sorry," she coughed again. "Don't be," he smiled. She stood up and kissed him. She couldn't believe she just blew some random guy on the beach. She felt so slutty...but she loved it. He leaned in for more of the kiss and grabbed her tits. "Hang on" she said backing away and suddenly becoming very aware of the public nature of where they were as another boat approached the sand bar. "Come on, babe," Bill cooed as he pulled her back to him. She brushed him off. "Not now, here comes a boat." They walked back towards Liz dancing with the guys. They each grabbed a beer from the cooler and Bill winked at her. Liz's phone started to ring. She answered it and frowned at Chrissie. "We've got to head back." "Aw come on." Cried the young guy with the backward visor. Chrissie looked at Bill. "Where are you guys staying?" "Tim's house." Bill shot back. "Yellow house in Eagle Bay, top o the dune." "Come on Chrissie," called Liz. Liz smirked at Chrissie as they pulled anchor. "You little skank," teased Liz. "What?" responded Chrissie as she turned red. "I saw you making out with that guy behind the boat. Look at you, youre glowing." "Whatever," said Chrissie. "Youre one to talk." Liz smiled "He's pretty cute though." Chrissie sleepwalked through the rest of the night unable to get the feeling of what she had done out of her mind. She had plenty of sex during college, but this had made her feel really turned on. Chrissie was distracted all night, unable to think focus and thinking of Bill's cock and the fact that she was left unsatisfied. The next morning she got up around 8, and told her family she was taking a kayak for a morning paddle. She set out for Eagle Bay not sure what her plan was. She spotted the yellow three story house and could see someone at the dock. Her heart raced. As she paddled closer, she saw it was Bill. He was toweling himself off and starting to walk toward the house. "Hey" she called out surprising herself. "Hey back" Bill called. " I wasn't sure I'd see you again" he smiled as she climbed up the dock. "Yeah," she responded not sure of what else to say. "Do you want to come in?" he asked. "Is anybody up? " she queried. He could tell what was on her mind. He kissed her and said "No. Their all still passed out. Come on." She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she was so turned on that she followed him anyway. They walked into a sun porch that faced the lake. She grabbed him and spun him so they were face to face. She kissed him hard on the mouth and he kissed her back. He grabbed her ass through her mesh shorts. She looked deep into his brown eyes and whispered, " I couldn't get you out of my mind all night." He smiled back, "Me neither." She pulled off her t-shirt leaving her pert tits constrained by her sports bra. He pulled off her bra and sucked on her round tits. She loved the feeling and reached inside his shorts to find his wet cock was already hard. She began rubbing his cock up and down with her hand as he slid his hand into her shorts and began to rub her pussy. She moaned into his ear. He slid one finger inside her already wet pussy as he slid her shorts to the floor. She wanted to taste his cock in her mouth again. She dropped his wet shorts to the floor and pushed him on to a wicker couch that was in the sun porch. Chrissie kneeled on the couch, positioned her face over his cock, grabbed his hand and placed it near her now dripping pussy. She played with his balls and began to run her tongue in circles around the head of his cock as he started to finger her pussy. She couldn't believe that she was in a random house sucking some guy's cock, but the thought was turning her on so badly that she kept going faster. She engulfed his cock in her mouth. The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy and his cock sliding in and out of her mouth were making her hot. She pulled his cock out of her mouth after a few minutes and breathed "I want you to fuck me." He grabbed her and pulled her so she was sitting on him face to face. "Fuck me" she groaned into his ear. She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping pussy. She slowly slid her pussy down his cock. His thick cock was stretching her pussy and she loved it. She let out a long moan. Bill couldn't help himself and bucked his hips burying his entire cock in her. "Ugghh" she gasped. "Please fuck me harder," she groaned. She felt like such a slut, she was riding a guy she barely knew bareback. She bounced up and down on his cock, having it jam into her pussy as her tits bounced in his face. Bill liked her hard nipples. He slapped her ass and she groaned, "Harder. More." He bucked his hips faster burying his cock in her sloppy pussy as it made a sloshing noise. Bill stood up with Chrissie's legs wrapped around his waist driving his cock further into her pussy. She raked her nails down his back and moaned loudly. His balls slapped into her ass as he fucked her. Bill spun her around and set her on her back on the couch. He raised her legs up and began furiously slamming his dick further and further into her. "Oh god yes. Fuck me. Please fuck me" she moaned. She loved the feeling of him pumping in and out of her, harder and harder. She reached out, grabbed his ass and drove his cock as far into her pussy as she could stand it. "I'm cumming, " she yelped. Her pussy gushed and clamped around his cock. He pulled out of her and picked up her heaving body, positioning her on all fours. She was breathing in spurts and her tits heaved as he shoved his cock into her pussy from behind. She bit down on her lip as he slammed his dick in and out of her. She looked up and saw one of his friends standing in the doorway, stroking his cock. She didn't care. She looked the friend right in the eyes and moaned. Bill slammed her from behind with all of his strength causing her whole body to shake and her big tits to bounce rhythmically back and forth. Bill's friend walked towards where she was being hammered on the couch. She was being used like a fuckpiece and she loved it. She nodded at Bill's friend and said "I want your cock in my mouth now." She could hardly believe what she was saying but the feeling of being fucked hard like a whore was overwhelming her and she wanted more. Bill's friend slid his cock into her open mouth. Bill was fucking her so hard that her teeth were grinding into the base of the other guy's cock. Chrissie moaned with the cock in her mouth. "You like that don't you" hissed Bill from behind her. The feeling of two cocks stretching her mouth and pussy were overwhelming her. She was grunting and moaning as the two men ravaged her mouth and pussy. The sensation was too much for Bill. He pulled out of her pussy. She flipped herself over and sat up positioning her face right in front of Bill's straining cock. "I want you to come all over me" she said. That was too much for Bill, as he unleashed a powerful stream of cum that hit Chrissie on the left cheek. "Give me more baby" she groaned as the next load splashed onto her heaving tits. More cum dripped from his cock as she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. Bill's friend pushed her forward onto her hands and knees and took over her pussy. Bill's friend spread Chrissie's legs and began pumping in and out of her well used pussy. Chrissie just sucked on Bill's cock and looked into his eyes. Her body and tits rocked from Bill's friend slamming in and out of her. Bill's friend only lasted 30 seconds more, plowing Chrissie's pussy as hard as he could. He pulled his cock out of her gaping pussy. This time she sat up on the couch and purred "I want you to come on my tits. Come on give me that big hot load." Bill's friend jerked his cock furiously and let loose a huge load that splashed off of Chrissie's round tit and then dripped its way down her hard nipples. Bill's friend collapsed onto the couch next to Chrissie. She looked lustily at Bill standing there with his rock hard cock. She kneeled in front of Bill and began slowly and seductively bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Bill's friend quietly snuck out of the room as she continued her soft blow job, letting the cum drip off her tits. She gently stroked Bill's nuts with one hand, jerked his shaft with the other and milked the tip of his cock with her mouth. After a few minutes she sensed Bill was ready to blow another load. She quickened her pace and got ready. Bill let out a groan and thrust his cock into Chrissie's mouth. This time she swallowed Bill's whole load, drinking down the salty strings. Bill fell backwards onto the couch and threw her a t-shirt. She cleaned the jizz off her face and tits and then picked up her clothes. "I'd better be getting back," she said. Bill just nodded, still stunned. She smiled to herself as she dressed, she'd fucked him senseless and loved every second of it. As she slid the t-shirt over her glistening tits, he said, "Will I get a chance to see you again?" She winked at him, walked over and kissed him. "Maybe" was her response as she walked away giving him one more look at her taut ass as she walked away. The Starlet "Here is your dressing room, Miss Devane." The producer's secretary led her into the plush accommodations adjoining the warehouse-like soundstage. From the outside it looked like a gas station restroom, but inside it was the picture of elegance. Looking all about her, young actress Evelyn Devane knew she had made it! "Nice, isn't it?" the secretary said pointing to the art deco mirrors lining one full wall of the dressing room. "This used to be Katharine Hepburn's back in the '40s." "Really?" she replied. "She was such a beautiful woman." "Mr. Tracy sure thought so. The shower's in back and you can help yourself to anything in the fridge. On us. If there's nothing else, Miss Devane, I'll leave you alone. But I'll be back in a half an hour to take you over to make up." "Thank you," she said, "and Samantha?" "Yes, Miss Devane?" "Call me Eve," she said with a wink. When the door had closed, Eve stretched and slowly, gracefully wandered through her room, becoming cozy in her new surroundings. She felt the warm, thick carpet under her feet. As she walked, her hands fell to lightly graze a smooth oak table. She opened up a fruit basket on the table and read the card: "Eve, you are the apple of my eye, Eric." It was sweet and cute. But it rubbed her the wrong way. She never cared for his schmaltzy references because although they were well intended, she got the feeling that he just didn't get it. Digging through the assorted fruit basket, she pulled out a soft, succulent peach and greedily devoured it, letting juice run down her chin. "I guess I was more hungry than I thought!" Still clad in her running shorts and tank top, Eve had exercised very early this morning and had simply jogged over to the studio from her apartment nearby. Samantha said this had angered the drivers' union, but so what? She's the star now! And you can bet she won't be taking any hassles from anybody! Stripping off her tank top, sports bra and exercise shorts, Eve grabbed a towel and crossed to the shower. Flicking on a light switch, hundreds of tiny lights turned on behind her. They seemed to come from within the mirror. Eve stepped up and examined the lights, then her body glowing in the reflection. Her delicate shoulders, her well rounded breasts (enhanced for the part by some product advertised on the radio), her long tapering legs, and her well trimmed slit. She let a hand fall down across herself to caress it and giggled. "They'll get jealous and say, 'She's not a real blonde.' Well let them think whatever they like!" Flipping another light switch, Eve turned on the heat lamp over the shower stall. Stepping into the shower, Eve turned on the hot water. It poured out, steaming up the glass stall almost immediately. Her muscles contracted and relaxed, contract and relax. They fought the relaxation, but she forced them to calm down. As the starlet leaned back, letting the warm water envelope her from above, she thought back on how she got here. Two months ago, after returning home from work as a waitress/actress at a local nightclub waiting to be discovered, she had received a call from her ex-boyfriend Eric. Since they broke up, he had gone on to become one of the most powerful producers in Hollywood. Based on their past experiences, he thought he had a good part for her. They arranged a meeting for the next day. Eve was not too excited about seeing him, again. The break up was not amicable. She wanted to leave, not him. Over the course of their entire relationship, he had not been able to give her what she needed. Not just money or security, either. At the ripe age of 26, she was both at her sexual peak and beginning to feel like an old maid. Sexuality was a major portion of her emotionally at this time, and try as he might, he could not satisfy her. He could not bring her to orgasm. So, unfulfilled, she left him. While she threw herself into other men, he threw himself into his work. Perhaps this was why he finally became so successful in his career. Now Eric wanted something from her. She could hear it in his voice. She thought about calling to cancel, but she needed an acting job. So, she arrived the next morning at his office wearing a tight black skirt and blouse which she knew drove him wild. "Please send her in, Grace." Eve entered and stopped dead in her tracks. He looked good! Too good. His tanned skin shone well across his face and forearms. Beneath his shirt was a bulge unlike one she had seen when they were dating. He had been working out. What's more he had a certain confidence in his eyes and in his stance which she had not seen earlier. "Looks like life has treated you well, Eric," she said. "Likewise, Eve," he replied, unable to take his eyes from the material pulled tight around her hips. "Please, sit down." They chatted for a while about old times, asked about old friends, finally resting conversation on his latest movie. He explained the part, and she described how she would play it. They each acted professional to a fault, but there was an unmistakable sexual odor in the air. Finally, he said, "Listen, I'd love to give you this part, but there's one last thing." "What is it?" "There's a sexual side to it. A topless scene. I'll need to see your bare chest before I can sign off on anything." "What?! Don't you remember?" she demanded. "Sometimes things change," he said while letting a little wry smile slide out. "I just have to make sure there are no surprises for the audience. I've been looking at women's breasts all week." "I'll bet," she muttered under her breath as she stood up. Appalled, she wanted to walk right out of there, but she needed the job. Besides, there was just something about him that day that she couldn't put her finger on. Slowly, reluctantly, she unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. Her long fingers fumbled with the fixtures. She was nervous, and the buttons were awkward, too big for the holes. Halfway down she came to a particularly difficult one. As she struggled with it, the top of her blouse spread open farther revealing the chalk white skin between her breasts. She did not wear a bra that day. Finally she got fed up and her temper came! "All right. OK. Have an eyeful!" she said as she ripped open her blouse, popping open most of the buttons, causing one to actually fly off! She let it fall from her shoulders around her waist, then pulled it out of her belt and let it fall to the ground. Standing before her old flame in nothing but that short, tight black skirt and high heels, Eve felt her nipples grow hard instantly! Eric took in a breath, then calmed himself, licking his lips. "Wow. They're better than I remembered," he said. "Come here." She marched over standing indignant turning her chin up at him, but also jutting her breasts out towards him. "What do you think? You're going to--" Before she could finish, he reached around her ass and pulled her down to him, sucking one bulging, red nipple into his mouth, grinding it between his teeth! "Oh, God!" she breathed as her head collapsed and her shoulder muscles convulsed. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she wanted him, needed him badly! As he licked his way across her twin mounds, she grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to her. Eric then stood up and, pulling her into him, and kissed her full on the lips. "I've missed you, Eve." Feeling his member twitch within his pants, her knees gave way, but he held her up pressing her against his desk. "You too?" she struggled out. His hands were all over her as his tongue met hers inside their hot locked lips. He tugged and flicked her nipples until they were red and engorged, like they would burst at any moment. His other hand roamed down beneath her short skirt pulling it up over her hips, groping her bare buttocks. "You still don't wear panties in the summer," he growled. "I get too hot down there, remember? You never used to mind," she replied. "Who says I do now?" He slipped a finger into her slit from behind. Then two. She convulsed and her pussy twitched around them, milking them like they would his favored limb. What was going on? She felt that wonderful, wonderful feeling welling up inside of her! She needed his heat which she could feel so close deep inside of her! Groping about she clawed at his belt trying to get it undone, but he was holding her so close she could barely get her hands between them. He finger fucked her from behind, sliding three digits in and out so smoothly. She was dripping wet! He pulled them out and held them up, watching how the light caught them as the juice dripped between them. Then he abruptly spread her cheeks and plunged one far up her asshole! She jumped and wrapped her arms and legs about him. She came and came hard! Holding on to him for dear life as the sensations rocked through her convulsing body. Eve nearly tore him apart as the orgasm coursed through her. "Eric! My God.... my God...." she said as he laid her down across his desk. She must have passed out. The next thing Eve remembered was waking up out of breath. Her breasts heaved back and forth towards her as Eric, now standing over her naked, pounded away at her sore cunt! One of her legs slipped down and he lifted it back up onto his shoulder. She gasped and cried out as she finally felt his cock in her pussy. He stretched her out, forcing her walls wider and wider. It must have been a long time. She must have been so tight. Eric grunted and huffed as he pumped into her. Muscles twitched all over his body with each back and forth movement. He had been working out. He was much stronger than she remembered. He slid almost all the way out of her with each motion, his member now well oiled by her successive (albeit unconscious) orgasms. She looked dazed so crossing one hand from its place bolstering her hips, Eric reached down to her clit. It was huge and filled, nearly as large as the tip of her little finger. It throbbed and rocked clearly affected by the constant collisions of his thrusts. He tapped it with his thumb and her head shot forward! She glared at him with a gaze confusing anger and raw heat. But as he circled it with his thumb, the gaze disappeared. She lost focus, and her eyes rolled around in her head as tears streamed down her cheeks. She arched her back suddenly and pushed towards him! She came with a shriek from the top of her lungs! Afterwards, she thought that the other execs must have heard, but she wondered if this was a regular occurrence coming from this beast's office. She had no time to contemplate then because she was in another world. Eric kept on pushing in while she was still recovering from her last ride. Unconsciously, her hips moved in time to match his. They pushed in towards his and pulled away as he did to milk the greatest pleasure from this moment. Then she saw him. Returned suddenly. She sat up abruptly on his desk, rising without using her arms, and held onto his chest tightly. She kissed him on the lips, then the neck, then sucked his earlobe between her lips. Picking up on her aggression, Eric pumped faster and harder. He lifted her up and stepped back from the desk, holding her to him as she bounced up and down on his cock! He leaned her back, looking into the deep blue pools of her lustful pearly eyes. Then he dove his head down to feast on her voluptuous white boubles. She stretched, soaking in the sensation, nearly tilting them off balance. Then she gripped him and pulled herself tight to him, loving the way her bare breasts felt as her nipples slid up and down through his scraggly chest hair. She threw back her head and let it roll loosely around its axis as she bobbed on his pole! Eric's breath quickened into little short spurts. He was close to coming, and so was she! Then he stopped thrusting and grunted! Hot, sticky liquid filled her pussy in mighty waves. Knowing he needed all his strength just to hold on to her, she squeezed him and thrust her hips inwards with each spurt from his hose. Then she grasped him and just hung on, letting the muscles within her tight hole milk him as they constricted around his cock with the force of her own mighty climax! For a moment, they just stood there holding on to one another, kissing each other lightly on the neck. Then Eric just slumped down in his office chair with Eve laying on top of him. The leather felt wonderful against their sweaty, bare skin. As she absently pressed her lips to his neck. In a hoarse voice, he managed to choke out, "I guess you got the part!" With that she looked at him, smiled, and just started giggling. She giggled uncontrollably! She just sat up and laughed and laughed until she slipped on the sweat between their bodies and slid right down to the floor beside him. It was then that she actually saw it for the first time. Even in its rapidly deflating state, Eric's cock was nearly twice as big as she had remembered! She stopped giggling and coughed. Confused, she looked up at him. "Well aren't you going to thank me?" he said. She did! She leaned up between his legs and thanked him again and again that day and many days after! Eric launched her career, her flight to stardom. And she was grateful. And despite his recent annoyances, Eve was thanking him right then and there as she finger fucked herself in the shower of her dressing room, frigging her clit to several satisfying climaxes, putting herself in the right mood for her first day as a star!