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Hollywood After Dark - Chapter 7 By Carnage Jackson carnagejackson@hotmail.com _____________________________________________________ Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the rest. This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! This work is complete fiction, all made up in my head. Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all. This is Part 7 of an ongoing series. _____________________________________________________ Just last night, I was reminded of just how bad it had gotten. - Violent Femmes ALEX'S STORY: The dazzling cacophony of headlights, lit billboards and streetlamps mirrored the turmoil that was going through my mind as I headed towards the airport. My entire life seemed to be a whirlwind of uncertainty now, especially given all the information Charlie had just told me, and his insistence that I leave immediately to go to Japan. It wasn't that I didn't believe Charlie - far from it. In fact, his information was invaluable to me in my now borderline obsessive quest to stop Wilton Willis and the Rose Petals from continuing this abomination towards actresses in Hollywood. It was just that, well, all of this information was overwhelming in how quickly it had been dumped on me, and how I had to just react immediately to what was probably my best bet in at least taking the next step towards stopping them. I wasn't sure what Mr. Kyokota would tell me, but for me to have to travel half way around the world to see him, I knew that it would be very important. Traffic was not too bad on the freeway, but as I continued to drive the 40 minutes or so towards the airport, my busy mind gave way to my suspicious nature as I glanced in the rearview mirror. About four cars back was a large black sedan, using it's high beams. It had been following me for about 10 miles now, always changing lanes whenever I did and yet always staying far enough back to keep me from making out it's passengers. But as I continued to drive and it stayed a safe distance there behind me, my radar and intuition started to grow louder and louder. Glancing up as I passed under it, I saw the exit ramp sign for the airport. My eyes in the rearview watching the sedan, I saw the exit looming close up ahead, cars already turning off. The two lanes next to me were fairly empty, so as I grew within a 1/4 of a mile near the exit, I waited until the last possible minute to change lanes. Cutting swiftly through the darkened highway, I glanced up in the mirror and saw that the sedan was not behind me. But my heart leaped into my throat a moment later as I was getting onto the off ramp as I saw the sedan cut off three other cars and swiftly change lanes. There was now only one car separating me and it as I continued off the ramp and towards the airport parking lot. My eyes began to flicker back and forth - from the road to the rearview and then back again, the sedan now visible enough that I could see at least two people's outlines in the front seat of the car. The chase it seemed, was on. Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I couldn't shake the nagging warning that Charlie had given me - that it would just be a matter of WHEN before Willis' goons came after me, now that I knew as much as Charlie. For whatever reason, they had decided to let me live before. But now, it seemed that the well of my luck had run dry and it suddenly became very daunting, very necessary, for me to get on that flight to Japan. Pulling up to the parking attendant, I smiled politely as I took the long term parking ticket and headed towards the parking garage at a now rather rapid speed for a parking lot. Up and down I went, deeper and deeper into the belly of the garage, trying desperately to find a spot near the bottom floor of the garage so that I could get inside the airport quickly. But lady luck was not done with me yet - as I came near the end of the third floor level, I spotted a large SUV backing out of a spot, license plate reading simply "JOA". I felt a great sense of relief wash over to me as it pulled out and I pulled my car into it, wedged neatly between two massive earth crushing SUVs. Stepping out of the car slowly, I paused for a second to listen for any approaching vehicles. I stood that way for probably 10 seconds before feeling it safe to move out of the shadows. Just as I stepped into the light of the dim orange bulbs that illuminated the garage, I saw the headlights of the sedan come cresting over the incline leading up to this level, it's speed suddenly picking up when the driver spotted me. I broke into a full on sprint as I bypassed the elevator and headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time as I heard the slam of car doors behind me. I reached the ground level quickly and walked into the busy rush of the airport, composing myself as I looked around for the gate I needed to board at. It was at terminal C, gate J, which was only a short distance away. I started heading that way, walking quickly but not too quickly so that I did not raise any suspicion. Panting to myself as I walked what now seemed like a very long distance, I could hear people say "Hey, watch it!" and "Get out of the way!" behind me as the sound of footfalls quickly became audible to me. It was a very surreal experience, moving fast without really moving. With all the new airport restrictions, any sort of suspicious behavior would likely get you detained and hauled in, regardless of if you were really a threat or not. Because of this, what would have normally been a full on sprinting foot race was now a sort of delicate ballet, wherein the people after me also knew the rules and protocols for airport behavior and ALSO didn't want to bring attention to themselves. So we moved like that, me side stepping around people and they simply shoving them out of the way. I didn't dare look back to see who they were, but I knew they were very very close behind. Approaching the terminal, I fished in my pocket for my ticket as I stepped into the line for screening. There were about a dozen people in front of me, all moving very slowly as each one of their carry-on bags was checked and the world was (supposedly) being saved from terrorists. A young couple stepped in line behind me, actually cutting off my pursuers just in time as they too stepped into line behind me. This was going to be tricky. I stole a glance at them in a nearby advertisement, it's reflection showing to me two large men in black suits and black ties, their muscles giving their frame a rather top heavy appearance. One was not unlike the big burly Hispanic guys I used to work with what seemed like a life time ago at Jose's shipping place, and suddenly an idea dawned on me. As I finally reached the security check point, I followed the directions of the bored looking employees doing the checking, spreading my legs here, taking off my shoes there as they checked and confirmed that I was not a terrorist. "Luggage?" one of them, a large black woman with a curled bun of hair on her head, held in place with hairspray. "I don't have any," I said, careful to watch their reaction. "I just got a call that a business associate of mine is deathly ill in Tokyo and he needs me to take over his job. I literally left about an hour ago to get here," The woman arched an eyebrow at me and scowled slightly, unsure about my response. "When are you coming back?" "Oh, in a week or so," I said breezily, trying to seem pleasant and genuine about my lie, despite the fact that I could almost feel the men behind me breathing on my neck. The woman glanced at her co-worker, who gave an apathetic shrug. "Alright, go on through," she said with a sigh. I guess security wasn't that tough after all. Walking through the metal detector, I saw the armed guards standing by. One of them eyed me a little bit - probably because of my size - but his expression didn't change. I approached him. "Excuse me, but do you see those two men there? They were saying something in Arabic earlier and I'm not exactly sure who to tell about it. Something about a jihad maybe? I don't know," I said to him. The soldier's expression changed quickly as he walked through the metal detector, his gun lowered as he shoved through the young couple and stood in front of the two men. "You two, come with me," he said, the gun near their chest. I watched as they studied me, their cold eyes filled with rage as the Hispanic one tried to explain that whatever the soldier thought they did, it was a mistake. I turned back around and started heading towards the gate as I could now hear a loud din of noise behind me, the men trying to explain themselves. I stole another glance back when I heard a loud bunch of screaming, the soldier reaching into the man's shirt and pulling out a hand gun - a gun that had to have been meant for me. People scattered and screamed everywhere as half a dozen other soldiers seemed to come out of nowhere, all pointing guns at the men and telling them to get down on the floor, to which they grudingly obliged. Handing the girl at the counter my ticket, she smiled at me as I walked down the hall and onto the plane. Finding my seat, I gave a huge sigh of relief at having narrowly averted that crisis. Reaching into my pocket, my hand trembling, it suddenly dawned on me to call Katherine, Charlie and the rest of them and tell them what had just happened. They probably weren't safe. Dialing Charlie's office, the phone rang and rang and rang. After the 10th ring, I hung up, starting to feel a little uneasy about why he wasn't there to answer. My fear only magnified when I tried to call Katherine. "The cellular customer you are trying to reach is not available at the moment..." "Fuck!" I muttered to myself, startling the 40 something housewife sitting next to me. I smiled at her in apology and was about to start dialing Katherine again when the head stewardess came on the loudspeaker. "We are about to begin takeoff, so please turn off all electronic devices, laptops and cell phones until the pilot turns on the no seatbelts sign. Thank you!" Staring at the cell phone in my hand, the woman next to me now eyeing me warily, I had no choice but to turn it off. It would only be a few hours before I could turn it back again, I tried to convince myself, and I'm sure everything was just fine with them and all the people at Charlie's office. As the plane started to move however, I couldn't put to rest one thing - my heart, which was continuing to pumply madly in my chest. RACHAEL'S STORY: My first indication that something was wrong was the sound of a gunshot. Turning quickly on my heel, I saw the upstairs floor where Charlie's office was located light up brilliantly for a second at the same moment another shot was fired. The sound reverberated through the air, causing me to stop in my tracks for just a moment, staring up at the building in shock. Instinct took over then and I suddenly found myself running - running hard and running fast, away from Charlie's office. I knew that whatever help I could have offered him would have been not enough, and that by going back I was putting myself in grave danger. Trees and parked cars flew by in the night as I ran on pure adrenaline, searching desperately in my mind what to do next. My body however, was telling me to go to my car and get the hell out of there, and within a few moments I found myself standing in front of it, 2 blocks away from Charlie's, completely out of breath. My hand shaking so bad that I dropped the keys, I fumbled to open the door on my Acura RSX, finally getting the key in as I climbed inside, starting the engine a moment later. Without looking behind me, I floored it in reverse, only to be startled out of my daze when I hit a sign post, bending it in two. I cringed at the site of it, the metal gleaming from the red of my taillights, but rather than stopping I simply put the car into drive and pulled out, driving as fast as I could to get away. Why I ran, I will never be sure. True, I was scared out of my mind, especially with the warning that Charlie gave and how things had gotten so bad so quickly. But there was something else, some force telling me that it was important for me to put as much distance between Charlie and myself as possible - not for my own safety but strangely (and this brought an odd sense of calmness to me) for the safety of other people. It was somehow important that I not be seen leaving; that Willis' people who were after me not find me very easily. I clung to this thought as I headed out into the hills to my house, a 30 minute drive away. I probably broke all sorts of traffic laws getting there, but the further I got, the better I felt. Pulling into my driveway, I was relieved to see that my house appeared just as I had left it. There were no vehicles waiting omniously outside and all the lights that had been on when I left were still on now. With a bit of hesitation, I opened the front door and let it swing wide open, my heart thudding as I searched the shadows of my downstairs hall for boogey men. After waiting for a minute or two and nothing appearing, I stepped inside slowly, shutting and double bolting the door behind me. Walking over to the wall, I armed the security system - something I hadn't really cared about when I bought this house, but now was thankful to have. The alarm set, I nearly jumped out of my skin as my cat, Beau, sauntered in lazily, curious to see why the front door had been open. Scooping him up in my arms, I hugged him tightly before walking upstairs to my bedroom and shutting the door. In my room, I felt comforted and safe, but still unsure about the fate of everyone else involved this night. Picking up the phone, I held it to my ear as the dial tone buzzed, thinking about calling Charlie's office, but then thought better of it - the phone was probably tapped - before putting the receiver back down. Sitting on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest, I felt anxious and scared about what to do next. I trusted Alex though, and I knew that as soon as he knew what was going on, he would call and let me know. KIRSTEN'S STORY: After a few hours of sleep, Natalie woke up slowly. She lifted her head off the bed beside me and smiled, sliding off the mattress, her small feet hitting the floor as I lazily pushed the covers back off myself. Standing up, Natalie reached down and scooped up her clothes, getting dressed as she smiled at me, her mind still obviously in a daze from the hours of pleasure we had given each other. "I hate to do this Kirsten, because I know how shitty it seems, but I really have to get back. I have an early day tomorrow and, well, your hotel is pretty far from my apartment. I sat up on the bed, the covers falling down to my naked waist as I brushed my blonde hair out of my eye. I wanted Natalie to stay, but armed with the knowledge that Eliza was just one room over, it was probably for the best that she left. I was surprised to find myself conflicted and somewhat dreading ending tonight's experiences by going back to Eliza. The pursuit of Natalie had been almost as fun and erotic as the actual act of making love to her, and going back to Eliza now seemed just...dull. "It's ok Natalie, I totally understand. Though I can't say I won't miss you," I said with a smile. Natalie looked at me, now just slipping on her shoes as she zipped up her jacket. Her expression and face had changed - it was as if getting dressed had also returned her to her normal life, where what we had done was not in her everyday plans. I hoped secretly that she would see it as something more and perhaps even want to do it again (by initiating it herself of course), rather than just calling it a one time experience. "I uhh...enjoyed spending the evening with you Kirsten," Natalie said hesitantly, her small hands opening and closing nervously in her gloved hands as she stood at the foot of the bed. Even under what seemed like a dozen pairs of clothes, Natalie's amazing beauty and radiance still shown through. And my feelings for her now were really something that had caught me off guard - my heart seemed to break a little bit at the thought of her leaving. But I knew she had to go, so I made do the best I could and climbed off the bed towards her, my body still warm and sticky from feeling her lying next to me. "Me too Natalie. Now, you weren't going to leave without giving me a kiss were you?" I said huskily, stepping closer to her. Natalie instinctively stepped backwards, conflicted by her emotions, but she stopped after just one step, her eyes searching the room nervously as I drew closer to her, wrapping my bare arms around the soft feel of her jacket. I decided that if Natalie wasn't going to take the lead, I would have to do it myself. My breasts pressing into her chest, I held her tightly as I licked my lips, tilting my head ever so slightly as our lips made contact once again. Natalie breathed a soft sigh into my mouth as I gently pressed my lips to hers, keeping the kiss soft and passionate, even though I wanted nothing more than for her to be dominating and kiss me back with a fierce fire. We remained lip-locked for a few moments, until Natalie finally broke the kiss, licking her bottom lip of a drop of my saliva, closing her mouth slowly as she swallowed. "By...bye Kirsten," Natalie said, turning her head suddenly towards the door and opening it in a quick motion, stepping out into the hall. Because I was nude, I didn't want to step out to follow her (I was brave but not that brave...the last thing I needed was some tourist snapping a picture of my naked body), pressing the cold wood of the door against my now erect nipples as I watched her go. Natalie walked quickly towards the elevator and pushed the button to go down. She turned back to look at me and smiled weakly as I waved, before she stepped onto the elevator and vanished from my sight. With a sigh, I shut the door behind me and leaned back against it, surprised to find tears suddenly starting to form in my eyes. I wiped at them with the back of my hand, laughing at myself for being so emotional over Natalie. She's gone girl, I told myself. Now pull yourself together, you have a job to do. I exhaled loudly and padded over to my suitcase, pulling out a silk robe I had gotten a long time ago while on set in Japan. It was a little tattered and torn (from one too many lovers tearing it off my body) but it still felt comforting, especially amongst my emotional turmoil, to slip it on. The silk was soft against my skin as I knotted the belt around my waist, stepping over to the mirror to fix my hair. Grabbing my room key from my jeans that still lay discarded on the floor, I composed myself as best I could in the mirror, trying to push Natalie from my thoughts and opened the door to the room. Glancing down the hall, it was empty, so I shut the door behind me quietly, the lock clicking into place, and stepped next door to Eliza's room. Knocking on the door gently, the door suddenly flew open and Eliza grabbed me forcefully by the shoulders, yanking me into the room so fast that I almost tripped on my own feet. She slammed the door behind me and shoved me hard against the wall, burying her mouth on top of mine in a deep, soul searching kiss. I simply stood there, still a bit startled and let her tongue dig and explore within my mouth. She finally broke the kiss, her chest heaving and her eyes filled with lust. "That was so fucking hot Kiki, you have no idea," Eliza said, thrusting her mouth back on me again as she lifted my arms up and held them over my head, pressing her body against mine. I glanced down at her for the first time and noticed that she was not wearing any panties - in fact, the only piece of clothing she had on was a man's shirt that stopped just above her hips. We continued to kiss like that for a few minutes, Eliza's busy hands sliding down to the front of my robe as she squeezed my breasts hard, her palms grazing over my nipples. She was the first to break the kiss again though, and this time grabbed my hand and pulled me with her towards the inner part of the room. "I want you to eat my pussy like you did Natalie," Eliza whispered to me as she flopped down onto the bed, her legs spreading immediately. I would be lying if I didn't say that Eliza's actions had turned me on, but after the roller coaster of emotions I encountered dealing with Natalie, sex was not exactly the one thing I really seemed to want. Still though, looking down at Eliza's neatly shaved bush, a few drops of moisture visible on her outer lips even in the dim light of the room, was an incredible turn on. Besides, I thought to myself, I could use a good orgasm myself. I smiled as I walked towards Eliza, taking off my robe almost as quickly as I had put it on. My eyes scanned around the room as I looked at all the video equipment Eliza had set up. True to her word, there were television monitors and video cameras aimed at the wall, the screens showing a surprisingly good picture of the inside of my room. From the three monitors, I could see that Eliza had a perfect view of the action that had taken place on the bed. No wonder she was so turned on. Turning my attention back to her, I dropped slowly to my knees as I placed my hands on her thighs. Stroking my palms up and down, Eliza shuddered a little at my touch. "Yeah...that's it Kiki...make your mistress feel good..." Eliza said, her throat choked with lust. I scooted closer to her pussy on the bed and placed my fingers against her outer lips. Pulling them apart, I inhaled sharply at the scent of her womanhood and arousal, a familiar and pleasure inducing odor that always seemed to bring back a rush of memories and feelings towards her. Who needed Natalie when I had Eliza right here? I rallied my mind around that thought as I slid my tongue out from my mouth, letting the tip touch against Eliza's wet box, my taste buds already registering her arousal to my brain and body. I pressed my face deeper into her pussy and lapped my tongue like a cat all around the outside of her, determined to make her feel really good. Tracing a finger around her opening in a small semi-circle, I touched the hood of her clit with my fingertip, rubbing it gently back and forth as I breathed a small stream of air over it, her hips jerking slightly at the added sensation. I felt her hand slide down and stroke my hair, brushing a few strands away from my face as she laid back on the bed, totally relaxed at my attention to her sex. Wedging my tongue deeper inside of her, I licked around her inner walls, gathering drop after drop of moisture into my mouth. Her taste was sweet today, a delicious tartness to it that made me want as much as I could get. I began to work faster on her pussy, my finger now rubbing her clit furiously as she moaned in pleasure. I took one of her labia lips in between my lips and sucked on it gently, nibbling against it with my teeth as my tongue roamed and moved around her opening, plunging in and out of her twat like a cock, the tip wild like a live wire. More of her juices started to flow outward onto my face and lips and as I sucked them down, I started to feel my mind wander a bit - not from the task at hand, but for the first time into something of a fantasy. I imagined Eliza not to be Eliza, but instead Natalie - her lithe body and small, firm hips and thighs spread lewdly for me on the bed as I ate her out. "Natalie" cried out louder and louder for me to keep eating her out, as my mind raced through mental images of Natalie's beautiful face twisted into a look of pleasure as I ate her out. This just encouraged me more, urging me on to lick and eat as much of her pussy as possible. Though part of me knew that it was really just Eliza on the bed, the mere idea of it being Natalie once again seemed to turn my body on like never before. I felt my skin grow flush and the dampness between my legs increase dramatically, leaving a small wet spot on the floor beneath me. My desire and lust also seemed to have increased, for now I was tonguing Eliza's pussy like I had never done before. Her hips were jerking up and down on the bed as she cried out my name, her hands grasping the sheets tightly. I could see Natalie's body shuddering and trembling on the bed, see her lift her head and lock eyes with me, those pretty brown eyes of hers staring at me and wanting only me, a small bit of perspiration on her forehead as she breathed rapidly, trying desperately to quench the fire in her body and reach orgasm. My tongue now battering "Natalie"'s clit back and forth, my fingers furiously fucking in and out of her pussy as I raised myself up so I could have a better angle at which to fuck "Natalie" with, I felt her body tense up beneath me, her pussy spasming around my fingers as the walls contracted and she came. "Ohhhh KIIIKKKIIIII!!!!!!" "Natalie" yelled out, her hips thrusting once more off the bed, hard, as she landed on her back, her body quivering as a flood of her female juices splashed out of her body and onto my face. I licked them up lovingly, happy to have given "Natalie" another orgasm. My mind was in a dreamy sort of state now, one filled with soft lighting and beautiful music as I imagined Natalie catching her breath on the bed in front of me, totally devoted and aroused by me and only me. But my vision faded rather rapidly and I felt my heart sink as Eliza lifted her head off the bed and smiled at me weakly, her shirt now bunched up at the base of her breasts. "My God Kirsten, that was the most amazing orgasm of my life," Eliza said, her face red with exhaustion. "Thanks," I said, hoping my voice was not too glum. Guilt suddenly racked me as I began to understand for the first time the power of sexual fantasies. I felt bad that I had imagined the half nude girl in front of me to be Natalie, not Eliza, but if my guilt was strong at all, it certainly didn't show. Eliza sat up on the bed and took me by the hand, lifting me to my feet. She glanced down my body and saw my aroused pussy lips before her face. Licking her lips in anticipation, she spoke softly. "Now I need to make my Kiki feel just as good as she made me feel," she said, running her long finger over my now really wet pussy, her finger coated in my juices. She looked up at me innocently as she slid her finger into her mouth, sucking on it lewdly as her cheeks hollowed in. "Mmmm...tastes good. But I want more," Eliza said sexily. She grabbed me by the ass and pulled my hips closer to her face. Brushing her hair out of her face, Eliza opened her mouth slightly and was just inches away from my snatch when all of a sudden, her cell phone rang on the bedside table. She paused for a moment, her mouth hovering just fractions of an inch now away from my pussy as she stared at me, contemplating on whether or not to answer it. I had never seen Eliza take a call on that cell phone, so whoever it was must have been important. As the phone continued to ring, Eliza bowed her head in front of me and sighed, reluctantly getting up. I watched her ass sway as she walked towards the bed stand quickly, picking up the phone. "What?" she said into it, spreading her legs wide for me on the bed as I sat down next to her. I could hear a male voice on the other line, but it was garbled slightly and all I could understand came from what Eliza said. "They did what? Are you sure?" she said, then paused to listen for a moment. "Jesus, this is going to be all sorts of damage control isn't it. Well, have you picked them all up yet?" Another pause. Eliza's facial expression changed from sultry vixen to one of frustrated employee, her brow furrowing at what was being said. "Alright, fine. Yes, I'll come back there. No, everything went fine here...we got just what we needed," Eliza looked over at me. "Yes, I'll tell her. God, this whole situation is such a mess. I don't know why you didn't just kill that mother fucker in the first place," The voice on the other end said something, which Eliza scoffed at. "I'm hanging up now. Bye," she said into the phone as she clicked it off before tossing it on the bed. "Who...who was that?" I said to her, putting my hand on her thigh to try and calm her down. She flinched away from me and stood up. "Where are my pants," she said, walking around the room looking for them. "What's going on Eliza?" I asked, watching her as she fumed in anger. She turned on her heel suddenly and looked at me. In that moment, the mask of anger and frustration on her face was frightening, so much so that I felt goosebumps on my skin. But her expression changed quickly after that into a softer one as she rushed over to me. "Oh I'm sorry Kiki, but I have to leave and go back to LA. There's been some trouble with the Rose Petals," "What? But you just got here!" I said to her, grabbing her hand. I was suddenly feeling very lonely. "I know that sweetie but when they say jump, I have to say how high. I wish I could tell you more but you know how it is. Let's just say that a lot of people may not live to see tomorrow if I don't get back and help straighten things out," Eliza said, her eyes studying my face as she tried to mother me and make me understand her having to leave. It wasn't working. "Then I'll just come back with you. Mission accomplished here, right?" "No, you need to stay here Kiki," Eliza said. "There's still work to do," "What?" I said, suddenly growing a little angry. "I already seduced her - that was the deal," "I know that, and judging by the cum running down my legs, you did a good job of that," Eliza said. Her words were coming much faster now. "But there's still more to do. I don't think we have hooked Natalie for good yet. Another special session with Kiki should bring her around, don't you think?" Eliza was smiling at me now, nudging me gently with her elbow, trying to get me to smile. I obliged her, although inside I was feeling far from happy. "What do you want me to do?" I sighed, knowing that I was only doing this because I still loved Eliza. "I'm not sure," Eliza said, turning away from me now as she began to gather up her things, her back to me. "But I know you will come up with something," As Eliza stuffed clothes into a shopping bag and rewound the video tapes in the machines, cramming them in as well, it suddenly occurred to me that this would be the second of my lovers that walked out on me tonight. "Eliza!" I called to her as she was hustling towards the door, bag in hand. She stopped and looked at me, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. "What Kirsten?" "Be careful," I said to her, my voice barely above a whisper. She smiled at me and walked over, giving me a hug. "Thanks Kiki," she said, squeezing my naked body tightly. "And hey...have some fun while you are here. You aren't on the East Coast that often are you?" "No, I guess not," I said, my voice sounding droll to me as I tried to be enthusiastic. Eliza kissed me quickly on the lips. "Bye Kiki, I'll see you in a few days," And with that, Eliza walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I was now in the room all alone, the only noise coming from the hum of the TV monitors. Looking down at my naked body, my hands in my lap, I suddenly didn't feel that bad about fantasizing about Natalie after all... WILLIS' STORY: "Gordon, this is completely unacceptable," I bellowed at Hapsboro as he stepped inside of my house. He had woken me up from a rather pleasant sleep (something I wasn't getting too much of these days, what with the chemo-therapy and all) and was now at my house, explaining to me why he felt it necessary to kill Charlie Watterson. "Will, relax. He already did an extreme amount of damage to our goals by telling his entire life story to Hilt and his women," "Yes but bodies are a pain in the ass to dispose of," I said to him as I led him further into the house, flicking on the light in the kitchen as he sat down at the bar across from me. "You know how I detest violence, and the favors I will have to call in for this..." Gordon put his hands up defensively, a slight smile on his face as he tried to calm me down. "Relax, we are taking care of it. I'm using guys who owe me their life, so getting rid of a few people and making a few celebrities disappear for a few days is not too difficult a task for them," I reached under the bar and poured myself a glass of Jack Daniels, despite my doctor's insistence that I abstain from alcohol. I gulped it down in one hard, burning swallow. "So run through this with me again - Charlie told Hilt, Katherine Heigl, Rachael Leigh Cook and Mila Kunis what he knew about us and what he - and I use this word loosely - thought we were doing?" I said, setting the glass back down. Without invitation, Gordon reached over and poured himself a shot. "And someone else who we are trying to locate. They didn't say anything on the audio that we could pick up, but our surveillance showed five people in the room. We are working on it, but we suspect it to be a high up Rose Petal," "Oh god, now we have defection from them? Christ almighty Gordon, this thing is spiraling totally out of control," He drank his glass down to the last drop and set it back down on the table. Muttering under his breath, he said "If we had taken care of Hilt like I wanted, this wouldn't have happened," I felt my blood pressure rise as I slammed my hand down on the counter. "Damn it Gordon, don't second guess me! It does none of us any good!" There was an awkward silence between us now as I ran my hand through my hair. "What now?" I asked finally, staring at him intently to watch his body language. He wore a black leather coat and a black dress shirt with matching pants. His eyes locked onto mine just as intensely as he answered. "We have people getting to Hilt at the airport before he leave. Heigl and Kunis are in route now for re-conditioning and it's only a matter of time before we find Cook and the other woman. I have a strong suspicion who it is and I plan on going to see her tomorrow morning," I sneered at him. "Won't it be a little late to wait till tomorrow Gordon?" "No. They are all scattering like rodents right now, but they will hole up somewhere and stay put. They don't want to go out into the light, where they know we can get to them. My gut says they will stay in town for a few days at least. That's why we have to get to them - all of them - now before they build up some courage," I sighed at him. "I just hope you know what the fuck you are doing," KATHERINE'S STORY: The street lights passing over the hood of the cab, I tried to scan outside the window and make out where exactly Mila and I were being taken. We had not gotten on the freeway, which meant that we were somewhere still in LA. But judging by the brief glimpses of run down buildings that I was able to make out, I knew we were heading into a very dangerous neighborhood. Upon realizing that we were being kidnapped, I had immediately (and as discreetly as possible) tried to call Alex on his cell phone, hoping to catch him and warn him before he got to the airport. But the phone itself had given me away, because as soon as I turned it on, the familiar beep of it powering up had gotten the driver's attention. The first time we actually got a look at him - a heavy set, white trash looking guy with a five day old beer and yellow teeth, was when he had stopped the cab in mid traffic. Getting out of his seat, he hustled around to our door and opened it quickly, climbing into the backseat with us. Both Mila and I had screamed in panic and fear when he entered, but in an effort to protect my body, I left the cell phone in a vulnerable spot. The driver stank horribly as he grunted over us, Mila trying to wiggle out around him but the man's meaty paws shoving her hard right back inside as I kicked and punched at him, in an ultimately vain effort to get around him. The man grabbed my cell phone from my hand as I tried desperately to punch him in the face, his considerable weight holding me down, my back laying across Mila's stomach as she groaned at the added weight. My cell phone in his hand, the man chunked it over his shoulder and quickly slammed the door, a fraction of a second before I could try and wiggle half of my body out of it. As he climbed back into the car, I stared forlornly at the cell phone sitting in the middle of the road, cringing as a car ran over it, smashing it and any hopes we had of escape. Driving onward, this encounter had seemed to put Mila into a state of shock. She huddled on the seat, shivering as she stared down at the floor, seemingly ready to accept her fate. I on the other hand, was not about to give up. By paying careful attention to street names and the locations and layout of buildings, I soon determined that we were heading somewhere into South Central. The place wasn't as bad as they made it out to be in movies - I had actually filmed some stuff on the outskirts of it, and the people were friendly, if not a little envious of the movie crew and the nice cars the director drove. But it still was not a place I would want to spend much time in, especially after dark and especially against my own free will. Cops hated coming into this place, even the ones who had no choice, and I knew that the further in we got, the longer it would be before anyone found us. I tried to coax Mila out of her catatonic state, but it seemed to do no good. "Mila, it's going to be alright. Someone will find us, we can't go missing for too long before people start to wonder where we are," I said to her in a whispered voice, afraid the driver would overhear anything I said. Mila stared straight ahead into the back of the passenger's armrest, her eyes wide with fear and her breath coming in shallow gulps. Sighing heavily to myself, I laid back in the seat and started to feel a bit of depression and anger myself. Why hadn't we just driven our cars or gotten a ride with someone else? How had they known who we were and what was going on at Charlie's? Not knowing the answer to these questions ate at my insides, causing my stomach to turn flips as I tried to imagine the horrific fate that may have been in store for us. I knew that my first encounter with Willis and his people, where I had been taken in and held down while they redid my "image" for me - hair dye, nipple rings and all - was really just a warning to these people. Somehow, I had fucked up and now they were not only going to punish me, but Mila as well. My imagination ran wild with all the terrible things that could be done to two white girls in the middle of South Central, the possibilities sure to be far far worse than what I hoped reality would bring. I was so lost in thought that I almost did not hear Mila's soft voice ask a question. "Why are they doing this Katherine?" I stared at her hard, my mouth open slightly as I thought about the immediate response, but then realized that I really didn't have an answer for her. Was it power? Corruption? Greed? Control? Or all of the above? Whatever the reason, we had gotten entangled in something big. And now I realized that even though it would have been much better just to blame him, Alex was not really at fault for this. In fact, Alex had wanted to rescue me - if I had not had that fateful encounter with him at that party, who knew where I would be. Probably servicing another rich oil tycoon or senator who was in town, all for a stupid movie role. No, Alex had only wanted to help. He could have never known the consequences of what would happen if he stirred up a hornet's nest like Antamount. "I don't know Mila. But just be strong and stay with me. We will get through this," I said to her, clutching her hand tightly as I tried to manage a smile for her. For a moment, I saw a brief glimpse of one on her face as well, but it was replaced with what can only be described as wide-eyed terror as we both realized at the same second that the car had stopped moving. The driver lifted his heavy bulk out of the driver's seat and walked over to my side door. Bending down, he peered at us, a horrific sight to behold as he grinned lewdly at us, his eyes seeming to mentally undress both of us. He stood back up again, giving us a view of his large beer gut as he turned and walked towards the door of a building. I pressed my face against the window, trying to see what I could about the building, but there were no streetlights. All I could make out was the black, ominous shape of it, seeming to tower over our car like some evil castle, within which lay a dragon ready to devour us. Leaning against the window pane, I was caught off guard as the door suddenly opened and I fell into the arms of one of the largest black men I had ever seen. He wore a stretched muscle shirt, his arms as big as my body was around, and it took me a moment to scream as I felt his hands underneath my arm pits, hoisting me out of the car in one fluid motion. I tried desperately to turn my head around and see Mila, but all I saw was that her door was opened as well, her small frame seeming to have disappeared from the car. I began to kick and thrash at them as Mila did the same, screaming at the top of her lungs for help. The man holding her, who was equally as large, carried her around the front of the car as they both held us like rag dolls. I managed to get one good lick in on my captor, kicking his shin as hard as I could with my heel, causing him to grunt in pain. This was regrettable though, as he just squeezed underneath my arms harder, lifting me higher off the ground and causing a great deal of pain. As they carried us onto the sidewalk, I was horrified to see now that I was going in one building and Mila into another. She squirmed and kicked but as she realized this same dilemma, she all of a sudden stopped and just stared at me. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I saw her pale, frightened face, vanish around a corner, my own body now being lugged into a dark room, the thin door slamming shut behind us. JAIME'S STORY: Upon leaving Charlie's office, I immediately went home to fume. How dare that prick Alex taunt me and try to challenge and question my motives like that! I was here to help his sorry ass from getting killed by Willis and Hapsboro, and yet he was wondering where my alliances were! I was very pissed off by the time I got home, slamming my front door as I went upstairs to take a hot shower and relieve some of this tension. In the shower, I thought over what Charlie had said to calm me down. That what we were doing was more important than petty cat fighting. That this was the only way, next to murder, for me to get what I wanted. It made perfect sense of course, but it didn't help things that I was so hot tempered most of the time - especially when it came to men. I went to bed after that, dreaming at some point in the night about fucking Eliza in the ass with a giant strap on. She was crying and begging me to stop, but I was enjoying myself too much to let up. Salma Hayek was there in my dream too, encouraging me to slam into her harder, pleading on her knees in front of me, asking me to do her next. When I woke up the next morning, I found that the tension and anger I had towards Alex had completely vanished. In it's place was a very intense horniness, the strong desire to dominate someone sexually. Getting out of bed, I walked naked downstairs to the filing cabinet I kept in a small little office. The room was lined with promo photos of myself, as well as posters from my movies and a stack of DVDs of those same movies. This office felt comforting to me, like a little sanctuary where I could go and stroke my ego (and other things as well, whenever I went online) and just feel better about my career. I knew I was just a B-movie actress right now, but once Eliza and Salma were out of the picture, I knew that my rank in Hollywood would improve. Opening the file cabinet, I pulled out a small black book with a lock on the side. Reaching into a secret compartment in the desk nearby, I fished out the key and undid the lock. Paging through the book, I quickly looked for a name for someone who could help me alleviate this sexual energy I had. I guess I should tell you about my little black book. The tabloids would sell their own mother for access to it - it was a list I had compiled over many encounters and word of mouth rumors about who in Hollywood was into what sexual kink. Stars from three decades were here, men and women, as well as any type of sexual fantasy you could ever possibly imagine. Flipping past the gangbang section, through the S&M listings, I finally stopped on my favorite: lesbian and bi-sexual. these women were some of the biggest female stars in America and the world and yet no one outside of their past lovers (who certainly were not talking!) knew the truth about them. Some were married, others habitually single. All that mattered to me now though as I felt a draft of cool air race through the house, making my nipples hard, was finding a suitable bitch for the day. Perusing the bi-sexual section, I scanned down the list. There were quite a few Rose Petals members here, plus a few women who I had heard hung out at some sort of mansion and screwed each other, while their husbands were oblivious. I stopped on one of my favorites, Sarah Michelle Gellar, who was involved in that whole mansion scene but not quite a Rose Petal yet. Sarah had been a quick convert to the world of female sex, and, as I picked up the phone to call her number, was a prime candidate for future Rose Petal membership. If I managed to take down Salma and Eliza, that would put me in control of things, and I could think of nothing better than having her as a member of the newly revamped club. Dialing her number, I got a response in two rings. "Hello?" "Hey Sarah, it's Jaime Pressley. Listen, I woke up this morning very horny and, well I was thinking of who to call. You're name came to mind and I was wondering if you might be interested," There was a pause. "The thing is Jaime, I'm sort of busy right now but I do appreciate the invite and..." "There's a Rose Petals membership in it for you," I said, cutting her off. I couldn't help but grin to myself over this little white lie. Sarah paused again for a second and then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Really?" "Yep. Just think Sarah, all that's required of being one of the most powerful women in Hollywood is for you to come over here and have some fun with me. Isn't that worth it?" I could tell Sarah was pondering what to do. In a deep whisper, she said "Ok. Where should I meet you?" "My house. And dress sexily for me," I said, running my hand over my nipple in anticipation. "Let me get dressed and I'll be right there," Sarah said. "You can come naked if you want," I replied with a grin. "I'm ALREADY naked," Sarah giggled. "But I do need to get dressed. So I'll cya in a little while," She hung up impromptly, the line dead. Setting it back on the receiver, I flicked my nipple with a finger nail, causing a shudder of pleasure to course through my body as I fantasized about all the fun I was going to have. Deciding not to greet my guest in the complete nude, I threw on a see-through pink silk robe and tied it around my waist, my ample breasts hanging open in the splayed neckline as I heard the door bell ring. Running down the stairs excitedly, I paused for just a moment to fix my hair, then walked as sexily as I could towards the front door, slinking my way into the door frame as I opened the door. "Hello lover," I cooed as I opened the door. My heart lept into my throat however, as I saw not Sarah Michelle Gellar standing there, but Gordon Hapsboro - and his rather large bodyguard/assistant. "We haven't been lovers for a while Jaime," Gordon said, shoving his way into my house past me. His bodyguard walked with him, staring down at my naked chest (which I quickly hid with my arms) with lust in his eyes. When they had gotten in the door, I shut it behind them and stormed into the house after Gordon. He had already taken the liberty to kick his feet up on my coffee table as he lit a cigar that he had pulled from his coat. Snipping off the end, he took a deep puff on it and exhaled the rich, strong smoke up above his head. "Here Jaime, come have a seat," he called to me. I was nervous now at what exactly he wanted and intended to do. The encounter at Charlie's last night came flooding back into my memory, but I kept a cool and calm face as much as possible as I walked over to where he sat. I took a seat on the loveseat across from him, but he patted his hand against the cushion next to him. "No, come sit here," he said, the cigar hanging from his mouth. I obliged him, remembering that as a Rose Petal, I had to do exactly as he commanded, despite the fact that I just wanted him gone from my house. I took a seat next to him, sitting on the edge of the couch as he kicked back and enjoyed his cigar. I felt his hand wrap around my waist and pull me backwards on the couch so that my bare thigh was pressing against his slacks. I stared straight ahead, trying to avoid having to look at him, but it was to no avail. He firmly but gently put his hand to my chin and twisted my face towards him slowly - just slow enough to know that he was going to do it any ways, gentle or not. I was greeted with the sight of his cold eyes and a small, tight smile on his lips as he pulled the cigar from his mouth and held it's slow burning end by his leg. "How are things Jaime? Good," "Yes Gordon, fine," I said, putting on a tone of voice that was both bored and cooperative. "That's great. Rose Petals treating you ok?" he asked, his eyes locked onto mine. "Fine fine. We had that little problem in Vegas, but since then...no problems," "Vegas? How did you know about that?" I rolled my eyes at him. "I was there, remember? I was sitting in the jail cell with the rest of them, especially that bitch Eliz," I said, but realized that it was too late to take back the comment about her. "That bitch Eliza huh? Oh, so you and Eliza aren't getting along too well, is that it?" I tried to recover. "No no, not it at all. We were both...stressed out about things and I guess I let my world famous temper go when I was talking to her," "Hmmm," Hapsboro said, shooting his goon a look. The large guy had taken up a spot against the television, his arms folded at his chest. "Well, listen Jaime," Hapsboro said, sitting up to the edge of the couch. "Tell me, in as many details as you can, where you were last night," I paused for a moment, trying to come up with a story. "I was home last night," "Oh really?" Hapsboro said. I hated this good cop, patronizing shit that he was pulling, but to get over eager to answer things would probably lead to a slip up. I played it cool. "I was shooting a photo shoot, and then I came home about 7 or so, made some dinner, called a few friends and then went to bed," "So you, Ms. Jaime Pressley, one of the sexiest women in Hollywood, was home alone last night?" "Despite what you may have read online Gordon," I said sarcastically. "We aren't all out screwing each other or having wild flings every night of the year. That's just fiction, and if you believe that, you are dumber than I thought," Hapsboro laughed. "Ho ho, we got a comedian here. You ever try your hand at stand up?" I rolled my eyes at him, which pissed him off. Grabbing my face with his hand, he held my cheeks tightly as he stared at my face. "I don't believe one word that has come out of your mouth since I've been here Jaime. In fact, I think you were out with some chums of yours, out plotting against me and Antamount and even your Rose Petal sisters," he said, his face just inches from mine as his eyes glowed with malice. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I said as he squeezed my face harder, finally letting it go in disgust as he stood up. "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Only, I can't prove it right this second, and luckily for you, your ass is protected on high by the Rose Petals. They hate bodies just as much as I do, or otherwise you would be gone," he said, snapping his fingers. "Like that," I was about to open my mouth and respond, when suddenly I heard the front door open. "Hey Jaime, are you home? I hope you don't mind me coming in. I really shouldn't even be over here, as my friends Jennifer and Rose said," Sarah said as she walked into the living room, stopping abruptly in mid-sentence when she saw the scene before her: Hapsboro looming over my barely clothed body, a tough looking huge guy standing in the corner, watching the whole thing. "I...uhh, what's going on Jaime?" Sarah said, staring at all of us in the room before her eyes, pleading, finally landed back on mine. Before I could answer, Hapsboro was gone like a flash from over me, standing in front of Sarah, a wicked smile on his face. "Well well, if it isn't Ms. Gellar. Or should I say Ms. Prinze Jr. Does your husband know you are over here, dressed like that?" I got a good look at Sarah then: she wore a white halter top with a (clearly visible) pink push up bra underneath, and a pair of tiny jean shorts. Her long hair was pulled in a pony tail behind her shoulder and all the way down to her cute feet, she looked delicious. Her face however, conveyed a sense of panic. "Who...who are you?" she asked nervously, looking at me for help. "Gordon Hapsboro. An associate of your friend," he said, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it as Sarah looked down at his mouth in amazement. "Charmed," I jumped to my feet and walked over between them, turning to face Gordon as Sarah sort of cowered behind me. "And he was just leaving, weren't you?" I said, my eyes locked onto his in a steely gaze. He matched my stare, his face completely void of expression. As he looked past me at Sarah, he smiled. "Of course. However, my associate will be staying just to make sure that you don't go running off on me Jaime," Hapsboro said. He shoved his way past me and headed for the front door. Both Sarah and I turned to watch him go, Sarah's cute face a look of confusion and uneasiness. "Have fun ladies," Hapsboro called over his shoulder as he stepped outside the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, you fucking dykes," This last comment caught Sarah off guard, causing her to gasp loudly in a sort of panic. "Jaime! What the hell is he talking about?" Sarah said, her eyes wide with fear. I put my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "Come in and sit down Sarah, I'll explain," Sarah followed my instructions and sat down on the couch, the bodyguard/thug still standing in the corner, eyeing her with a gleam of lust in his eyes. I took Sarah's hand in my own and placed a hand on her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, I began to recount to her everything that had happened. The bodyguard hung on every word I said, hoping for a screw up, but all those many acting classes I took helped me to recite "the truth" without so much as a slip up. I concluded with telling her that I didn't know what the hell Hapsboro was talking about, nor why he didn't trust me enough to leave a goon there to watch me. Sarah didn't say anything for a few moments, taking it all in as I sat there, studying her face and features. She lowered her head, a long honey blonde strand of hair shielding her face from me. "I guess I just feel kind of stupid now, dressing like this and coming over here and making your life complicated," Sarah said quietly. "I should probably go," "No Sarah, you don't have to," I said, trying to reassure her. "I still mean what I said...about getting into the Rose Petals and all," Sarah watched me intently. "But...if we were to do anything, it would be under the...you know, eyes of this guy," she said, flicking her eyes slightly to the side in a motion of acknowledgement of Hapsboro's thug. She did have a point there, and as I thought of a good answer to her question, Sarah ended up answering and solving the problem herself. "Unless of course you, you know, want to still do it with him watching. Might be kind of kinky..." she said, trailing off a little bit. I couldn't help but smile to myself at this lewd thought - putting on a show for a total stranger. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time I did it in front of an audience - hell, half of my films had involved me getting naked, even though I HATED doing love scenes. "That's up to you Sarah. The damage they can do to me is already done. But if you feel like risking it, then by all means I won't stop you," I said. "I think...I think that I want to," Sarah again said softly, her eyes looking up from her lap. I smiled at her as she returned the look, a wide, sexy smile crossing her lips. We had been talking in such a hushed tone that though the man wanted to hear what we were saying, it wasn't really possible. So when I took Sarah by the hand and helped her stand up, both of us moving away from the couch as we stood in front of each other, he didn't quite know what to make of it. "Here we go," I said to Sarah as I leaned my head close into her ear. Sarah just gave a barely noticeable nod with her head and let out a little sigh, shaking her head slightly as her long blonde hair strewed out behind her shoulders. My hands on her arms, I slowly slid them up to her shoulders and pulled Sarah close to me. With our faces a few inches apart, I could feel her sweet breath on my face, tickling my skin. Gently I pressed my lips against hers. At first Sarah was slow to respond, still hesitant about having an audience, but as my tongue slid into her mouth, I could feel her skin grow noticeably hotter from the embrace, and soon her mouth was moving in time with mine. While I wrestled with her tongue, I made sure to look over and make eye contact with the bodyguard, who returned my gaze as he shifted on his feet a bit uncomfortably. Holding Sarah tight against me, her nipples poking against my own through the light robe I wore, I moved my left hand from her shoulder, slowly down her back until it stopped on her ass, squeezing it firmly and causing Sarah to jump a little bit in surprise. As I traced my fingers over her tight ass, running the tips along her crack, I used my other hand to hold her by the waist, my hand resting just inches from the zipper on her tiny shorts. Breaking the kiss, I stepped back slightly from Sarah and looked into her eyes - they were glowing with a dull kind of lust, her tongue still in a bit of a shock over the kiss. She licked at her lips seductively, no doubt tasting my mouth on her lower lip as she waited for me to guide her on what to do next. This was the part I loved about having a female lover - men always tried to take the lead, to tell you what to do and force you onto them. A woman though, responded much more hesitantly and for a type-A personality like me, that made it all the more easier for me to set the tone of things. I pulled my hands away from Sarah's body, a disappointed sigh coming from her pouty lips, but as I put my fingers on top of her shoulders, again looking over at the man Hapsboro had left, I didn't keep Sarah waiting for long. Very slowly, my fingers hooked under the thin cotton straps of her halter top, sliding them over her tanned, bronze skin as they fell down onto her arms. This caused the top of the shirt to sag just a little bit, tantalizing both me and the man in the corner with the prospect of Sarah's large, firm breasts. Rubbing my fingers over her very hard nipples, my fingers crawled to the low cut neck of her shirt and quickly pulled it down. As Sarah's breasts sprang free in front of me, she gasped in pleasure, the soft bounce of them causing me to smile and our guest to reach down and adjust himself through his pants. Without hesitation (I was, despite the interruption by Hapsboro, still rather horny), I lowered my mouth to Sarah's left breast, devouring it as I placed her nipple between my teeth. Sarah cried out in pleasure as she held my head to her breast, as if I was milking her. Extending my tongue, I tasted around the sweet areola of her heaving breasts, licking off a drop of excited sweat from her chest, Sarah's now unencumbered hair falling over her shoulder and tickling my cheek. I ran my hands over her smooth tummy as I suckled on each breast, finally releasing the right one with my mouth, letting it spring back free with that same hypnotic buoyancy. I stroked my hand down Sarah's throat as she closed her eyes, totally at the whims of my touch. Gliding down slowly along her body, I stopped at her jean shorts as Sarah stood in front of me, breathing hard. With an audible *pop* I undid the button and pulled down the fly of her jeans, exposing (not too surprisingly) the fact that Sarah had worn no panties. Tugging down the jeans, the sparse strip of blonde hair covering her entrance became visible to me. Dropping to my knees, I pulled down the shorts with my thumbs, letting them fall down over her smooth, supple thighs onto the floor as Sarah now stood naked, save for her shoes, in front of me. I caressed along her thighs, her knees trembling in anticipation as I made sure not to touch her pussy directly, for fear she would cum right there! I could see a hint of excited moisture on her aroused pussy lips, the delicate slit between her legs emanating a delicious scent that told me and my body that she was more than ready to go. I made small semi-circles on her thighs, slowly moving my hands towards her treasure as I brought my hands closer together in a V shaped pattern, my thumbs finally touching one another just above the entrance to her cunt, Sarah now whining in anticipation. Gently, I pulled her outer lips wide, exposing the light pink flesh inside as I hovered my mouth near her pussy. The breath escaping from my lips caused Sarah to shiver, as I looked up and saw between her two beautiful breasts an even more beautiful face staring down at me, her hazel eyes aglow with excitement and lust. Placing my mouth between her outer lips, I extended my tongue into her moist, fragrant pussy, tasting for the first time the delicious sweetness of her pussy juice. Sarah's hands immediately went to my head as she held me steady between her legs, my arms simply nudging her knees to tell her to spread her legs wider, something she did immediately. Tracing my tongue down between her cunt lips, I crawled on my knees until I was directly underneath her, my nipples hard in anticipation at eating her out. My robe grew a bit tiresome and in the way as I positioned myself beneath her, so I used the brief respite to shrug it off, exposing my own breasts and naked body now to the air. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the bodyguard watching us, visibly stroking himself through his pants. Well, if he wants a show I thought, I might as well give him one. Licking my finger seductively, I pulled it from my mouth with a slurp as I moved so that the man could see exactly what I was doing. Making eye contact again with him, I slowly slid my hand up along Sarah's opening, pushing my finger into her silken channel for the first time. As my finger tip disappeared into her, the intended result was achieved: Sarah moaned in a lustful, throaty voice and I licked my lips at the man, who was now beyond all attempts at being restrained - he had unzipped his pants and now held his modest sized dick in his hand, stroking it slowly. Lifting my head up beneath Sarah's now wide open hole, I pushed my tongue in deeper into her pussy, to match the depth that my finger had found. I could tell by the copious amounts of juice that Sarah was already releasing that it wouldn't be long before she came. In a way I was a little disappointed, but then again the quicker she came the quicker I could come! My tongue explored and tasted all that Sarah's pussy had to offer, it's tightness opening up more for me as I added a second finger to her pussy, the two now thrusting in and out of her busily, my long fingernails delicately touching and tickling along the inner walls of her twat. Lewd noises began to fill the room, the sucking sensation of me devouring Sarah's pussy soft in the air, broken only by what seemed to be the more frantic pace the man watching us was now using as he jerked off. As I ate Sarah out, I thrust my tongue inside of her and could now taste the expectant juices about to flood out from inside her, her body tensing up around my mouth and lips, my fingers wet and sticky with her cream. Sarah staggered on her legs a little bit before finally succumbing to her orgasm, a strong stream of cum spilling out from between her legs - down her thighs, onto her pussy lips and most importantly, directly in my mouth. I caught as much as I could as I slowed the rhythm down with my fingers, keeping in pace with the after shocks of Sarah's orgasm. Collecting a mouthful of her cum, a little bit of the sweet, clear liquid coating my lips, I opened my mouth wide for our guest and swallowed deliberately, so he knew that I really had gulped it down. He gave a loud moan as he stared at my now nude body, some of Sarah's cum glistening on my chest, but to his benefit he himself did not orgasm - the man had more staying power than I expected. Time to turn things up a notch. It was Sarah who took the lead now, having fully recovered from her orgasm but anxious to continue. Lowering her leg to the floor, a small drop of cum dripping off her ankle and onto the carpet, she almost physically threw me onto the couch, crawling onto her knees in between my thighs, which she parted with ease. The blonde hair above my snatch must have glistened for her in the light of the room, for she knew exactly where to go. Feeling Sarah's tongue touch my sex, I couldn't help but gasp and purr in pleasure over the feeling of having a woman between my legs again. Brushing some of her own blonde hair out of the way, Sarah's tongue was very well trained when it came to women - something that proved to me that those rumors about her were true. Licking lovingly at my pussy, her tongue just barely sliding inside of me, Sarah grinned for a moment and then suddenly stopped! I gasped sharply - she was teasing me! She leaned over me, her body warm and slick with sweat against me. Her hot, wet tongue barely grazed my skin as she circled and teased the edge of my left nipple. I squirmed against the couch, the soft comfort of it caressing my back. Her mouth wrapped around my hardening nipple as she sucked it between her lips. I blissfully closed her eyes, my back arching off the couch, pushing my throbbing nipple deeper into her mouth. I whimpered softly in my tightening throat as Sarah swept her tongue over the blood-engorged tip. A jolt of electric lust surged from my breast and down to my very moist sex. I panted a bit, struggling to draw breath into my lungs. "You taste so good, Jaime," Sarah murmured thickly against my breast. "So sweet." She moved her mouth to my other breast, the nipple of which was already hard. She flicked her tongue across it, causing me to wriggle desperately beneath her. "You like that," Sarah whispered, and it was not a question. "Yes, yes, I do," I replied, her fingers slipping along my head and through my short-cropped blonde hair. Sarah sucked the tight, burning nipple into her mouth, pulling and rubbing it with her tongue and lips. "Oh, yes, don't stop," I begged. I thought about the man watching us, and I felt a surge of energy rush through me just for the thought...being so naughty never felt so nice! The wetness from my sex had now completely coated Sarah's face. I could feel the moisture clinging to my lower lips, feeling Sarah moving down my body, the wet heat of her lips sliding between my breasts, down her torso, and along my stomach. She stopped at my belly button, the tip of her tongue darting in and out of the tiny depression. My stomach jerked at the sensation and I wondered again where she had learned to minister so skillfully pleasure to a woman's body with her tongue. She moved further down. Slowly and leisurely, Sarah moved down my body, taking her deliberate and unhurried time, the blood pounding in my head with the knowledge, to the core of my lust. I felt her hands stealing over my damp sex, Sarah's fingers exploring inside the creases of my sex. She kissed the soft insides of my thighs as she continued to rub her fingers over the outer lips. I moaned, aching for her to just fuck me, wanting to feel her flesh on her flesh, her tongue deep within me. As if in answer to my thoughts, Sarah did just that. Grabbing my ass, Sarah caressed it, sliding her hands down my legs. She slipped her hands under my shivering buttocks more firmly now and lifted my sex to her mouth. I tensed, my thighs instinctively falling open to give her better access. I moved her head wildly, back and forth against the couch as Sarah shoved her tongue deep inside me. Sarah moaned as she lapped at the wet folds of my sex like a madwoman, her hips bucking against my face. She took a deep breath and, gripping my buttocks, pushed her face harder into me. I shuddered against Sarah's mouth, my rising climax like a storm cloud racing across a once clear blue sky. I cried out, my voice tight with frustration, when Sarah suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her hazel eyes gazed up at me, her lips wet with my juices, her rich hazel eyes filled with a teasing light. "Why did you stop?" I gasped, my heart thundering in my chest, my skin flushed with sweat, an almost-orgasm vibrating in my womb like a drum waiting for the next strike of the stick. "I feel a little weird with him here," she said quietly. "He keeps staring at us," "Sarah!," I said tensely, a bit angry at having my pleasure interrupted, "if you don't get back to eating me out right this minute, you can kiss your Rose Petals membership good bye" "I know," Sarah cried, as she gave my buttocks a hard squeeze. "But I just don't feel right. I'm afraid he's going to rape me or something," "Sarah," I said as I tried to keep her focused. Why she chose THIS moment to interrupt what she was doing, I have no idea. "I don't give two shits about him to be honest. If he's still jerking away, we can worry about him in a minute. He's not going anywhere," "Maybe you're right Jaime," she said with a grin, suddenly understanding how foolish she seemed. "I did kind of leave you hanging there," I looked down my nude, sweaty body at her, then smiled. Modesty at a time like this! I inched my hips forward, pressing my sex against her mouth. "Well," she murmured, "why don't you finish eating me and then we will put all your fears to rest with him," Not saying anything, I felt Sarah's mouth opening a bit more as she closed her eyes and went back to fucking me with her tongue. I bit my lower lip when she moved her hand up my stomach to my breast, relieved that things were back on track. She kneaded and massaged the nipple as her mouth moved up and over my clit, her body now practically all over me. She sucked it into her mouth, her tongue flicking hard and quick against it while her finger pinched and tugged my stiff nipple. I thrust my hips hard against Sarah's wet, punishing mouth, her fingers like hot brands on my now very aroused breasts. I moaned deep in my chest, my breath pushing in and out of my lungs quickly. I felt colors before my eyes as I climaxed, my body thrashing violently against the couch, my skin on pins and needles. Sarah held me, her hands around my waist, her mouth locked on my spasming sex as she continued to fuck me with her tongue, lapping up the juices. Release! My heart beat recklessly as another orgasm (smaller, admittedly) cut through me, and I heard, my sex throbbing at the sound, Sarah sucking noisily at my juices as they streamed out from between my legs. I frantically thrust my pelvis against her mouth, grabbing pillows tightly with my hands as I came suddenly, for a third time. Relaxing against the couch, I couldn't remember the last time I came three times in one experience. If I had any sway over the future of the Rose Petals, Sarah was going to be my second in command. My thighs trembling from the mind blowing experience my body had just gone through, I sat up from the couch and smiled down at Sarah, her face sticky and wet with my juices. The man sent to watch us was suddenly grunting loudly and from the fevered way he was jerking himself off, I knew that his load was about to arrive. Standing up, I walked briskly over to him and placed my hands on his thighs. "Come for me baby," I whispered to him as he groaned, looking down at me. Sarah had followed my lead and was right there next to me before I knew it, pushing her long hair away from her face. Opening her mouth, her lips slightly white and glistening in the light from my girl cum, she held her tongue out waiting for the load from this stranger. He thrust his hips forward slightly in an erratic motion as he gripped his dick tightly, crying out loudly as he cum shot out from the tip of his mushroom head. I was lucky to catch the first shot, the long white stream landing on my cheek as it immediately dribbled down to the corners of my mouth. Sarah moved her face up against mine so that we were cheek to cheek, her dutiful tongue ready for the next jet. The man tried to aim it at her open mouth but the copious amount of cum would not be steered as it spewed outward and onto both of our faces. Jerking his cock hard and fast, ropy strands continued to pour out of him like a faucet - some landed on my nose, some on Sarah's lips, some in my mouth and some down Sarah's tits. After a good 30 seconds or so of cum was spent by the man, both Sarah and I were covered in a thick, creamy facial of semen all over our upper bodies, strands of the milky white fluid dripping down onto us. It was hard to believe that one man had erupted such an orgasm, but then again we HAD put on a very hot show for him. The last little bit of cum dribbling from his tip, the man leaned forward and wiped his dick clean with Sarah's hair, her nimble mouth there to suck off the last remaining bit as she licked around her lips and face, wiping herself clean, a stray strand even covering her eyes now. We all caught our breath for a moment as I wiped his cum away with my palm and fed it to Sarah's cum hungry mouth, a grin on her face as she played with the white liquid with her tongue. Hapsboro's goon leaned back against the wall, sighing contentedly. I stood up again and leaned in close to his panting, red face. "You know, I never did catch you're name," I said, running my hand across his muscular chest. "It's Tommy," he said between gasps, his eyes locked on my own. "Well then Tommy, a pleasure to meet you," I replied, wiping a stray strand of cum off of my tit and then licking my finger clean. "Now listen, if Sarah and I wanted to get out of here and go for a little drive, do you think you could be a good boy and not tell Mr. Hapsboro?" I could see him wrestling with the decision in his mind. Finally, he relented and smiled. "Sure, no problem," "Good boy Tommy, good boy," I said, turning away from him as I bent over to pick up my robe, giving him a full view of my wet pussy, Sarah already starting to get dressed again. "Come on Sarah, we have places to go," ALEX'S STORY: Due to the length of the flight, by the time I arrived in Tokyo, it was already nightfall. As the plane touched down and I slowly made my way off of it and into the terminal, I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself for the task at hand. I was going off of no sleep, my body unable to relax on the plane, even though every other passenger it seemed (plus the crew) were sound asleep as we cruised over the Pacific. Mr. Kyokota, seeming to know that this was my first time in the Land of the Rising Sun, had a man there in the airport to greet me. Wearing a black business suit and a dark blue tie, I saw a small man with rounded glasses holding a sign with my name on it, a little ways away from the rest of the bustling people at the terminal. My first thought as I approached him was how gigantic I felt compared to everyone else. Being an international airport, the ceilings were not low or anything, but I towered about a good foot or so over practically everyone around me. It was odd being around so many people, to be able to see the tops of their heads, who were of a completely different ethnicity than me. Walking up to the man holding the sign, I nodded at him. "I'm Alex Hilt" He bowed and lowered the card to his side. "I am Yoshio Chiaki, Mr. Kyokota's personal assistant. Please follow me," I was impressed with his English, which had hardly a trace of a Japanese accent to it as I followed him out of the airport and into the busy parking area of Tokyo's airport. A black Toyota sedan was waiting for us, a driver opening the door as Yoshio stepped inside. I followed him, bending down substantially to get into the modest sized car. The driver got back behind the wheel and soon we were zooming down the freeway, the city growing larger and larger on the landscape in front of us. Traffic picked up a bit once we got closer to the city, which was fine by me as it gave me a chance to view the spectacle that was Tokyo. It's very hard to describe exactly what it was like - a neo-Las Vegas of sorts, with technology and bright neon lights everywhere. The streets seemed reasonably clean, some blocks packed with people of all ages moving around in the early Tokyo night. It was a wide kaleidoscope of people - from elderly men in business suits, talking closely with one another to small children adorned in all sorts of cartoon character (many of which I didn't even recognize, though some I did) clothing and toys and accessories to young college or high school girls, chatting busily on cell phones that seemed to blink and light up and dance like mini Christmas trees. I passed electronics stores, exercise equipment places with gigantic monitors adorned with the faces of beautiful Japanese models coaxing on people at treadmills, sex stores with a woman in a dominatrix outfit and a cheesy looking blonde wig whipping a tied up girl with a ball gag in her mouth out front of the entrance and surprisingly even a few kiosks of open air goods, many of which I could not make out. Tokyo was alive with a futuristic feel and energy that felt contagious, a clash between the old pre-WW2 customs and the race to create a sort of hyper version of the United States, where technology was both king and servant, bowing to the needs of people. As we drove, Yoshio said little, his eyes staring straight ahead as he folded his neatly manicured hands in his lap. I glanced over at him a few times, seeing if there was anything he wanted to say, but he remained stoic and still, almost like he wasn't even there. The cab continued on for a few blocks before halting in front of a building. Peering out the window, I saw probably the most monolithic creation ever - the skyscraper before me was jet black, it's windows reflecting the Tokyo skyline but showing nothing on the inside. The driver opened my door and as I stepped out, still staring at it, I realized that I could not see anything even close to the top of the building. Yoshio approached the steel door entrance to the building and waited for me as I picked my jaw up from the ground, following him to it. He punched a quick code of symbols into a keypad by the door and it opened with a hydraulic sound. Soft light beckoned from inside and as he stepped into it, I too felt myself drawn inside by it's presence. Once inside, the building resembled nothing more than a regular office building lobby, something that I had seen plenty of during my days as a delivery man but I noticed that the large plate glass windows allowed me to see everything outside but that the people passing by couldn't see in here at all. Though I wondered what this would be like during the day, I didn't have too long to ponder it before Yoshio again continued further into it, heading towards an elevator. I followed him, still amazed at the architecture. Even though I spoke nor could read any Japanese, the odd sculpture in the middle of the room seemed to convey the general idea of where I was and who was here. A black mass of tightly twisted wiring wrapped around a silver pole with a blinking red light at the top, I vaguely recognized it as the logo of something, some movie or TV show I had seen. As I stepped into the elevator, I puzzled over where I had seen it. A short, bored looking teenage doorman for the elevator pulled a lever and the doors in front of us closed. Without noticing it hardly at all, we began to climb upward smoothly towards the summit of the building, the soft hum of muzak coming through the speakers and the dead silent elevator moving along at what had to be a tremendous rate. I turned to Yoshio, who was busy staring straight ahead, to ask us where we were. "What is this place?" I said, my voice soft in the enclosed area. Yoshio smiled politely, his eyes closing a bit. "Kyokota Corporation, Japan's largest talent and production firms," The name sounded familiar, but from the way that Yoshio seemed to drift off when he said the name, I decided not to press the issue. I would know soon enough. After a few minutes, the elevator came to a soft, cushiony halt and the kid manning the controls opened the door. Before me lay a marbled floor, the walls to the side of it made up of what appeared to be some sort of gray sheet rock. As I stepped out of the elevator, Yoshio right behind me, I peered closer at the wall. Taking a step towards it, the closer I got to it the higher the opacity of it increased. This was bizarre. My curiosity took over and as I approached it, I could suddenly see out into a room full of desks, all vacant given the late hour. Stepping backwards again, the visibility through it decreased again into the same boring gray color the further I got from it. When I was back in the middle of the room, amazed at what I had just seen, I turned to see that Yoshio had stopped and was watching me with a grin. "A new technology we are developing. Very top secret and not out on the market for years still. But don't worry, everyone reacts that same way," he said. "Come, Mr. Kyokota is waiting," I hesitated for a moment before following Yoshio again. Whatever this place was, it was like something out of a movie - or 'Alice in Wonderland' even. Curiouser and curiouser. We continued down the hall and towards a small red door in the middle of a black wall. Around the door were cameras mounted on the wall, whose small blinking lights gave off little light in the otherwise dimly lit corridor. As Yoshio punched in another code, the cameras disengaged themselves from the wall and floated down towards us, hovering on what appeared to be little turbines at their base. They came down to eye level and I could hear the whirring of their engines as they studied me. I didn't dare move, somehow afraid that this whole surreal experience was going to end badly. But just as quickly as they descended, they glided back over to the wall and scurried up to their perch. The door opened and Yoshio stopped, motioning for me to go in. I looked at him hesitantly - so far, due to either the lack of sleep I had or the entire experience of this neo-Tokyo world, but continuing on by myself seemed a bizarre thing to do. My thoughts drifted to Katherine and I remembered my goal here - stop Antamount. Taking a deep breath, I ducked my head down and walked into the office. Inside, it was a splash of red. The maroon plush carpet covered the room, leading to some slightly red tinted walls, where two bright white halogen bulbs burned on either side of a massive plate glass window. In front of the window was a black metallic desk, all sorts of wires and cords hanging off the back of it for TV monitors, computer screens and the like. Seated at the desk was a 40s looking man, his hair silver streaked along the sides, the glasses on his eyes giving off a slight glare from the screen so that I couldn't see his eyes immediately. He didn't seem to notice my presence at first and as I stood around looking at the room - sparsely decorated, a few pieces of expensive looking art on the walls not withstanding - he finally stopped typing at his keyboard and looked up at me. For a moment, confusion washed over his face, probably wondering what I was doing there. With a nervous smile he stood from his desk and walked over to me. He was much taller than I expected, maybe 5'10 or so and decidedly shorter than most other Japanese people I had seen. Standing in front of me, he bowed slightly, which I returned per the custom. "You Mr. Hilt?" he said, his English broken and heavily accented. "Yes sir I am. Are you Mr. Yasuo Kyokota?" "Indeed I am," he said, bowing his head at me again slightly. "Please, have a seat," I stood there stupidly for a moment, wondering where he expected me to sit. Suddenly though, Kyokota gave three rapid claps of his hands and a small panel slid open in the carpet. Silently, a silver chair with long metallic legs began to raise up out of the panel until it finally stopped, at a perfect height for the desk. Approaching it with that same sense of caution, I sat down on it's hard, metal backed surface. "Mr. Hilt, you come here to help us, yes?" "I believe so sir. I was told to come here and meet you and," I said but he politely cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Mr. Hilt, it is not needed for you to tell me why you came," he said. "It is only important that you are here. Did you encounter any difficulties on flight?" I shifted a bit in my seat. This thing was not made for someone of my size. "Well Mr. Kyokota, when I was at the airport I was almost stopped by two men who I believe worked for Antamount," He raised an eyebrow. "Almost detained? I'm sorry, what does that mean?" "It means that they almost stopped me from coming," "Ah, I see. Hmmm, this very troubling indeed. This means that Willis knows that something is going on," "With all due respect sir, he has known a lot of things are going on for a while. That's why I came here, hoping to stop him," "And come you did. Very honorable Mr. Hilt. Now, allow me to explain my situation to you. Before I begin though, I must say that I am being a rude host. Would you care for something to drink?" "No thank you," I said, my tone of voice implying that I was anxious to hear him get started. "Very well then, allow me to begin," he said. "When my father started this company, he had only a video camera on loan from the bank and one actress, my mother. Slowly though, after rounding investors and selling his newly created shows to networks here in Japan, he began to become more financially stable and able to take on more projects. I will not bore you with the complete intricate details but 30 years after it's founding, Kyokota Corporation became one of Japan's largest companies, employing around 15,000 people. We are no Sony to be sure, but we have a large chunk of the market. Naturally, my father looked to expand the market and shopped overseas about 10 years ago for a company to help with distribution of our films and shows. He found Antamount, who was a rising studio at the time, similar to how Kyokota Corporation had been only a few years before," "So he joined up with them," I asked, speaking when he paused. He smiled politely at me, but I could tell there was more. "Yes. My father was a very trusting man and some might say that he was - what is the word in English? Naive? Foolish? - when it came to selecting business partners. Though he reached a sound financial agreement with Antamount, over time he began to have less and less say in matters of the partnership, cowing instead to the fast talk of executives at Antamount. He also began to find it harder and harder to reach Wilton Willis, whom I have fond memories of spending holidays and vacations with. Frustrated by what was going on, my father threatened to end all ties between the two companies if his stature was not improved," "And did they?" "They did, although in hindsight it would be what you would call a token gesture. In Japan, the appearance of someone and the way they are presented in society is paramount over everything else. The most poor beggar even knows this, seeing shame in panhandling and asking for money. When my father was installed on Antamount's board of directors, he hoped that he would be able to save face for himself, my family and the stock holders of Kyokota. Mr. Willis became more accessible to my father and soon they were friends again. But a few months back, there was a bitter dispute between the two, the nature of which I still am not able to find out. When my father was flying back to Japan, his plane went down in the sea, killing everyone on board, including my father," Yasuo paused for a moment, his mouth trying to form words as he wiped a tear away from his eye, catching it just before it rolled down his cheek. Composing himself, Kyokota stared at me hard. "Mr. Hilt, I know that my father did not die in a plane accident as the newspapers would have us believe. I am confident that Wilton Willis had something to do with my father's death and my first act as CEO of Kyokota Corporation is to prove that and punish him for this. He has brought great disgrace to my family and especially to my father's spirit. I always advised my father to sever ties with Antamount but he did not take my heed in time. I fear that his memory and his reputation here in Japan as a kind, gentle leader will be forever tarnished if there is not repercussions for his death," he said in a whispered voice, the hatred coming from within him barely contained. I paused for a moment, trying to find the best tact to take with him. "How do I fit into this?" "You Mr. Hilt, are an important part in this picture," Kyokota said, his eyes clearing of tears as he got down to business. "I spoke with Charlie on the phone a few months ago and he was supposed to come and work things out with me but it seems at the last minute that he was delayed, so he advised me to help you," "Yes sir, he did. I am not sure where Charlie is right now but I am not too hopeful about his situation," I said. Yasuo raised his eyebrows at me and I proceeded to recount my experience at the airport and what Charlie had said to me before I left LA, which now seemed like a lifetime ago. Kyokota sighed. "We must assume then, that Charlie is no longer a usable ally," I was growing a little uncomfortable with the language that Kyokota had started to use, so keeping my gaze directly against his own, I lowered my voice to a rather icy, determined tone. "I'm not sure where you are leading with all of this Mr. Kyokota, but I am not a violent man. If you want to extract your revenge on Antamount through violence, then I want no part of it," He stared at me hard for a second, pondering what I just said. Leaning forward at his desk, his glasses sliding down his nose slightly, he matched my stare. "Mr. Hilt, to imply that I would like to enforce physical vengeance is an absurdity, one that quite frankly offers me a great deal of insult. I too am a peaceful man, one who is at peace with his world and his life. I would not dare risk my chance at eternal harmony and peace by doing damage to another in this life. What I am proposing is far more civilized, far more painful than physical pain itself. And that is what aspect I want you to be involved with, should you consider it," "I'm not quite following you," I said. "Like many American business men, we Japanese know that far more damage may be done with the stroke of a pen in a boardroom than with the sharp edge of a katana in a back alley. We need information, incriminating documents more specifically, that can be used to cause embarrassment and shame upon Antamount and Wilton Willis in particular. I am willing to offer you the complete services of Kyokota Corporation to do this, and will put you in contact with someone who could help," Kyokota said, his tone more casual now as he dealt in the world of business. I opened my mouth to speak, but Kyokota continued on. He reached for a piece of paper and began to scribble down something on it. Stopping midway, he realized that he had written it in Japanese rather than English and, being more methodical now, wrote the same instructions in very labored and neat English. When he finished, he slid the paper across the desk to me. "This is the address of Mr. Lipsky, one of Antamount's former accountants and advisors. He too shares our disgust with them, but for a number of different reasons. He will be able to guide you in finding what we need to continue on. Assuming you are still interested of course," Kyokota said, a slight smile on his face. I took the paper from the desk and studied it, thinking hard. It was a Miami, Florida address. That meant more globe hopping and less time to spend with Katherine, protecting her. I stared at the paper hard, thinking about my options. Kyokota picked up on this and stood from his desk, a much smaller man than I had first imagined. He rapped his knuckles on the desk as he looked around the room absently. "You of course do not have to answer now. Feel free to take some time and enjoy your stay in Japan. I will arrange with Yoshio to put you up in one of Tokyo's finest hotels for the duration of your visit, which may be as long as you want. When you are ready to return to America, regardless of your decision, I will allow you the use of Kyokota Corporation's private jet. If that is satisfactory to you, of course," I sat pondering my decision. The risks could be huge; even if I wasn't killing anyone, I was still likely to be guilty of breaking & entering, trespassing and God knew what else. But Kyokota seemed to be the best way to keep things going in this quest for justice, and with his entire corporation's wealth and power at my disposal, the opportunity seemed like too good of one to pass up. "Yes, that is satisfactory. I believe that I will take you up on your offer Mr. Kyokota, regardless of the risks. And let me just say that I appreciate your kindness in me towards my stay," "But of course," he said. "Now, before I call Yoshio, let me make another phone call. There is another American here in Tokyo for a visit, an actress, whom you might feel more comfortable spending some time with," My ears perked up at this, but then I remembered the same ordeal that actresses had been put in by Antamount, how they had used the "casting couch" against women. Kyokota must have picked up on my apprehension, because he smiled at me in an act of reassurance. "Do not worry Mr. Hilt. She is here on her own free will, and is not obligated or tied down by anything related to me," Kyokota said. "Who is it?" I asked, now relieved that I wouldn't be going through the same ordeal again. "The star of the show 'Dark Angel' over in America. She is here to promote it's initial run here in Japan. Her name is Jessica something. Jessica..." "Alba," I said, finishing my sentence. Even though I knew that she wouldn't know me from Adam, my heart still raced like a little boy, at the possibility of meeting her. "Yes, that's it. I will call her and see if she would like to meet you. I believe she is doing a press junket right now," I sat in the chair while Kyokota picked up the phone, dialing quickly as he held the small black receiver to his ear. He lifted it to his mouth and began to speak rapidly and smoothly in Japanese, asking questions it seemed and then waiting for a response before asking another. I heard "Jessica Alba" in there a few times, but for the most part it was gibberish to me. After a two or three minute conversation, he hung up the phone politely. "She will meet you across town at the bar near her hotel in a few minutes," Kyokota said, smiling. "And in your absence, I will lay the ground work for you to become involved in helping us. Please call Yoshio tonight and he will provide you with a hotel to stay at," I rose from the chair, sensing the meeting was over. Kyokota also stood up. "Thank you for your help Mr. Kyokota. I hope that we can achieve our goal," I said sincerely, shaking his hand firmly. "As do I Mr. Hilt...Alex," he replied, bowing slightly. "It has been an honor working with a man as committed as yourself," I felt a swell of pride at this compliment, but I couldn't think of a proper response, so I simply smiled at him. I turned from the desk and walked towards the door, the hydraulics of it rising up before I even got there. Downstairs there was a car waiting for me, similar to the one I had arrived from the airport in. The driver, who didn't seem to really understand English, only figured out where to take me after I repeated the name of the bar - Kitsune - several times to him. He nodded in acknowledgement and we were off. A fog had descended on Tokyo in the time I was inside the office with Kyokota. The bright, white halogen street lamps glowed with weird auras around them as the moisture in the air rolled around cars and people moving down the side walk. One could get lost in the city, swallowed up by the fog. I was feeling lost myself, physically and mentally exhausted yet somehow finding the strength to want to go meet with Jessica, my body now in a zone of non-tiredness. The ride was shorter than I thought, probably because traffic had thinned; all the people out now were kids in their souped up racers and girls standing outside of clubs, arguing with the bouncer as they tried to get in. When the car pulled up to the curb in front of a brightly lit bar with only a few people lingering outside, I wondered if this was the place. Stepping out of the car, I noticed immediately that it was. Off to my right was a small group of photographers, reloading film and chatting amongst themselves as they talked about shots. Paparazzi. They must have known that Jessica was inside, but I guess the owner of the bar wouldn't let them in. Good for him. I opened the door to the entrance of the bar. Unlike every other bar that I had been to in the States, this one was a completely unique experience. The walls glowed with bright neon tubing, a small stage off to the corner set up for dancing Go-Go girls, who were happily gyrating to the beat of some European techno song. Off in another corner was a slightly larger stage, this one occupied by Japanese business men who were drunkenly belting out the lyrics to "I Love Rock & Roll", slurring the words with their alcohol and spotty English. As my eyes adjusted to the light of the room, I scanned for Jessica. I finally spotted her, sipping a martini at a side table by herself. Walking over to her, I drank in the way she looked. She rose from her seat to greet me, clearly glad to see another American here in Japan. She had her slightly curly brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail behind her head, held in place with a dark green scrunchie. She had dressed casually, wearing a pair of low cut, hip hugging jeans and a t-shirt that read "Made in the USA" across her rather ample chest. I felt slightly dizzy - maybe from the intoxicating sight of her, maybe from my exhaustion - as she smiled at me. She was a bit taller than I expected, around the height of most of the Japanese people in the place. It must have not been hard for her to spot me then, given how much I towered over the rest of the population. "You must be Alex," she said with a smile. I saw her eyes glance over me slowly - was she checking me out? "Yes, Alex Hilt. I must say that I'm a big fan of yours," I said, trying to not sound so gushing. "Thank you. It feels weird to see an American in a place like this, don't you think?" she said, motioning for me to sit down, which I did. "No doubt. I feel like Gulliver here. Or Goliath at least," Jessica laughed. "Hey, at least you don't have to stand around getting photographed from every angle all day. Ugh, I told my manager that I would meet with you just to get away from all those paparazzi," "Well, I appreciate it. I guess you knew who I was pretty easily huh?" "Yep. Guys your size tend to stand out like sore thumbs, even in America," she said. She was about to continue but a small, rather cute waitress came to our table to take our drink order. When we had placed it, Jessica scooted a little bit on the seat and leaned across the table to talk to me, the light from the neon signs painting her face in a blue tint. "So, tell me why you are here. Or is it some big secret?" I laughed. "I had a meeting with the head of Kyokota Corporation today, that's why I'm here," Jessica's face seemed to sink a bit. "Oh, so you are a business man then?" "No, I'm actually a screen writer. Or I was, until I got fired and ended up setting off a chain of reactions that has put my life and a lot of the women in Hollywood's lives in serious jeopardy," I said, hoping to reel her back into the conversation. Jessica laughed and rolled her eyes. "Right. Look, I may be jet lagged but I didn't just get off the boat you know," I leaned my head in closer to hers across the table to show my seriousness. "I'm not joking," Jessica stopped laughing and furrowed her brow. "Then please, explain," Taking a deep breath, I recounted for her everything that had led up to my visit to Japan. Jessica's reaction to all of this was mixed throughout - her facial expression changed from curiosity to amusement to pure shock all throughout. When I concluded my tale, having now downed half of the drink the waitress had brought during my tale, Jessica was staring at the table in front of her, her hands mindlessly fidgeting with a napkin. "I don't know what to say," she said in a soft whisper. "That is quite a story, whether it's true or not," "It's true. I swear my life on it and I am sure I could put you in contact with people who will confirm it. So I take it that you have never been approached by Antamount?" "No. I was pretty much a nobody till 'Dark Angel' hit and by then, Fox had their claws in me and was helping my stardom rise. I wasn't about to stop them so if Antamount made an offer or something, I probably brushed it off. And I certainly haven't been whored out for some executive's amusement," "I know that it's a lot to have to take in Jessica and I don't expect you to really believe me. You can call Kyokota tomorrow and confirm it yourself or just write me off as some kook telling a really exaggerated yarn," Jessica looked up at me, her chocolate brown eyes glimmering in the low light of the room. "I don't think you are a kook," she said with a sly smile. "Kooks aren't usually as handsome and well dressed as you are," Before I could respond to this compliment (which, admittedly, made me blush a bit), Jessica rose from the table, extending her hand to me. "Come on, let's go take our minds off this for a while. That karaoke machine is calling your name," she said with a grin. I didn't have a chance to protest, as she was already pulling me up from the table. We walked over towards the karaoke booth, watching the last group - an older, 40s or so couple who dressed like they were still "hip" and much younger as they stepped off the stage. Jessica led me to the stage and thrust the microphone in my hand before bounding off, her vibrant breasts giggling as she stepped off the foot or so tall rise. "Pick a good song," Jessica called to me through cupped hands. "Something that they will all know," Suddenly the spotlight was on me as I stared at her blankly. I wasn't much of a singer and suddenly felt very nervous at being in front of all of these people. As I felt sweat drip down my face and into the collar of my shirt, I swallowed hard in my throat. Part of me wanted to get off stage, but as I looked out and saw Jessica's beaming, mischievous face, I began to feel calm and at ease. What the hell...this was Japan, it wasn't like any of these people would ever see (or hear) me again, and a lack of vocal talent didn't really seem to stop the other people from performing. I smiled back at her and finally looked down at the digital display showing all the artists and songs available. A lot I didn't recognize, as they were Japanese pop songs, but as I scrolled through into more "classic" choices, titles began to appear in English. Looking down the list, I finally spotted one that would be perfect for the occasion. Selecting it by touching the screen, the lights on me shifted and changed, responding to my choice I guess as I cleared my throat and stepped back a bit away from the terminal. Holding the microphone in front of my face, it wasn't but a few seconds before the music began to slowly play and it was my cue to start. My heart pounding, excitement and adrenaline and the addiction of watching Jessica Alba smiling just for me washed over me and I began. "What you would think if I sang out of tune...Would you stand up and walk out on me," I began to belt out. "Lend me your years and I'll sing you a song...And I'll try not to sing out of key..." The words began to flow easily out of me as the crowd cheered and yelled, a few singing along to this classic, Jessica included as she began to mouth the words along with me. As I continued through the song, I grew more and more confident in my vocal abilities - whether I really possessed them or not, I don't know but the free flowing liquor certainly helped. "Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends! Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends..with a little help from my frienddddsssss!!!" I sang on the final note, holding the microphone to my mouth in a pose as the audience cheered wildly. I felt giddy with excitement from the experience and as I stepped off stage, my legs a bit wobbly, Jessica was right there to greet me. "That was AMAZING Alex. I can't believe you actually got up there and sang! And you weren't half bad either," Jessica said. "Thanks. I think I'll leave the singing to the professionals though," I said with a tired smile. "I'm just a writer," "Well, I liked it and I think the crowd did too. But to be fair, I guess I need to get up there and sing a song too huh?" Jessica said with that same sexy, dimpled grin of hers. "Only if you don't want me inviting the paparazzi up to your hotel room," I said, playing off the hint of innuendo Jessica was seeming to lead towards. The next hour or so was a bit of a blur, as I drank and drank, the impact of Japanese liquor not quite hitting me like a good old Budweiser would. Jessica did perform a song, though the title still escapes me to this day, and we both sat and laughed and watched other people make fools of themselves, the entire bar finally getting on stage to sing along to "Bohemian Rhapsody" before the place closed down at around 3 in the morning. Somehow, after the bar closed, I found myself standing outside Jessica's hotel room (which was just across the street), leaning against the door frame as she fidgeted with the lock on the door, opening it finally as we stepped inside. Jessica flipped on a light switch as I walked in further, checking it out. "I'll make us some coffee," Jessica said as she parted ways and walked into the kitchen. "I think we have both had enough to drink," I explored her suite, running my hand over antique Japanese furniture before finally coming to a stop in the living room in front of a window that looked out over Tokyo. Pulling back the shades, the orange haze of the city slowly and lazily filtered in through the window as I stared out at it. It wasn't until I looked away a few seconds later that I noticed that Jessica had turned off the lights in the room. I could still hear her behind me though, seeming to get closer as the coffee cups clinked together. Looking out the window again, the cars on the freeway seeming to move so slow in their Matchbox racer size, I was startled when I began to hear soft singing coming up behind me - Jessica was humming words under her breath, very slowly and rhythmically. "Would you believe in a love at first sight?" she said, enunciating each word. There was a brief silence after she finished the lyric. I picked up on her game and continued it. "Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time," I said quietly. I heard Jessica much closer now, finally seeing her emerge to the left of me from the shadows, coffee cups in hand. What she did not have though, was any clothes. Though the cups were expertly positioned, I could see that she was topless, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders now. She stepped close to me. "What do you see when you turn out the light?" she whispered, setting the cups down on a nearby table and now pressing her body against mine as I looked down at her, her full lips and beautiful face bathed in dim light from outside. "I can't tell you, but I know it's mine," I said. As the last words escaped my lips, she stood on her tip toes to kiss me, pressing her lips against mine. I felt my arms move automatically to her smooth, naked back as I pulled her tightly against me, keeping the gentle firmness of her kiss and the softness of her lips touching my mouth. Her nipples pressed into my chest and for the moment, my cares were gone. There is nothing like a beautiful woman to make the world seem like an ok place. A beautiful girl can take your mind off of anything, if even for a moment. That was certainly the case now with Jessica. I felt the heat radiating from her body as our lips continued to wrestle with each other, her small frame warm against my body. I reached down and pulled my shirt off over my head, allowing our skin to touch finally. My hands slid down her back as I locked my strong arms around her, feeling the softness of her ass in my palms. I squeezed it gently and broke the kiss, lowering my mouth to her shoulders. Gently licking along the nape of her neck, Jessica sighed contentedly. Whereas before I had been concerned about the involvement sexually with a celebrity, especially one of Jessica's stature and what it might mean in the grand scheme of things, tonight I was free from that burden. Jessica too seemed free, away from her fiance and the life that awaited her back in America. Tonight, she could just be a woman and I could just be a man. I nibbled softly at her earlobe, causing Jessica to giggle as she stroked my shoulders with her hands. Her body was tight and taut, toned almost to perfection as I felt the cleft in her ass with my thumbs, teasing a finger over her asshole. My erection was straining to get out of my pants now, but I lingered a bit longer on her body, enjoying the feel of it beneath me, every soft spot along the surface of it. The moisture between her legs was starting to grow more apparent now as she raised her leg slightly against my own, pressing her sex against my body. Reluctantly, I lifted my mouth from her neck and stared at her beautiful face. In the twilight of Tokyo, amongst the blended light of skyscrapers and billboards, Jessica's face became framed with a white light. She was an angel to behold, the beauty and softness just radiating from her. Neither of us said a word - we didn't need to. We moved almost as one, slowly drifting away from the window, it's dim light leading us deeper into the recesses of the room. Stepping backwards, we came to a slight step that separated the room, a small elevation that caused Jessica's naked heels to bump against it's wooden frame, her body rocking gently into me. Holding her tightly, my hand behind her head, I took a step back and pulled her with me, slowly lowering her to the carpeted floor beneath us. Jessica lay prone on the floor, her legs slightly spread as she lifted her head up, watching me as I pressed my mouth to her tummy, kissing along her navel, eliciting goosebumps from her. She sighed contentedly as she freed her hair from behind her back, her arms at her sides as she held herself up and allowed me closer access to the wet treasure between her legs. Her thighs were spread wider now, allowing me to barely make out the tuft of brown hair over her opening and the deep brownish pink of her cuntal lips beneath. My mouth was almost salivating now as I kissed this tuft, holding my mouth open so that she could feel my hot breath as it tickled along her pussy, the heat from it radiating upward. I extended my tongue slowly as I licked along her slit, which was now opening like a delicate flower for me. The tip of my tongue worked it's way inside of her slowly, allowing a few lucky taste buds to sample the flavor of her body, the sweet honey spiciness of her womanly juices. Propping myself up on my knees as I reached behind me and undid my pants, I kissed and licked around her pussy for a few moments, lapping up a few drops of dew like moisture between her legs. My tongue began to dart quicker now as I wedged it inside of her, Jessica's hips rising of their own accord from where they lay on the floor, her body lifting itself to meet my attentions. I managed to work my tongue inside of her, to taste the slippery flesh inside of her pussy as my tongue soaked up the excess juices that were now starting to flow more freely from inside of her. Jessica grunted in pleasure as I lathered her clit with my saliva, mixing it with her own juices as I caressed the hard nub with my tongue. My cock was now aching for release as I gently stroked it, keeping it at full hardness as my face became covered with Jessica's sweet juice. Holding her thighs apart, I was determined to make her cum with my tongue and mouth alone. From the slight shuddering and spasms I felt her pussy release around me as I pressed my tongue as deeply into her as possible, I knew that I was succeeding. Jessica had her eyes closed and her arms were trembling as she held herself up, her breasts starting to heave faster and faster as a light sheen of sweat formed on her body, glimmering in the dim light of the room. I extracted my tongue from her cunt and swallowed a mouthful of her juice, the liquid like a sweet nectar as it raced down my throat. My lips were sticky with her taste as I plunged back into her, pulling my tongue back and forth a bit as I teased the outer lips of her pussy with my mouth, fucking her with the strong muscle. I could hear Jessica murmuring something to herself, her mouth and face contorting in pleasure as I looked up over the landscape of her nude body, her curly hair now wet with sweat against her head. Keeping the fucking motions going with my tongue, I focused now on her clit, which even in the slight light of the room I could tell was fully aroused and resonating with all kinds of pleasure for Jessica. I encircled the nub with my tongue, breathing heavily against it as I slid a hand upward over her body, stroking her breast. Jessica's hand immediately pounced on my own, guiding it as I squeezed her nipple, Jessica gasping now as I pleasured her body. My hand tightly under her grip, I began to move my tongue as fast as I could over her clit, Jessica's hips now bucking rather wildly beneath me as she pressed down hard on my hand, causing me to crush her breast against her body, the pressure of her nipple being restrained making her groan loudly. Her orgasm imminent, I gave her clit one more good lick and then plunged my tongue fully into her pussy, catching Jessica off guard. Her orgasm was earsplitting. Unlike her relative silence throughout, Jessica now screamed with lust as the flood of pleasure washed over her, unleashing a flood of cum from her body as it splashed out from between her legs and onto my face and the floor. I could only hope to drink down a little bit of it as it coated my face from my nose down, Jessica's wail suddenly stopping in her throat as she went hoarse from the cry. Her body heaving up and down, she rubbed my hand hard over her nipple in a back and forth motion, the fiery nub sharp against my palm. Rocked to the core by the release, Jessica collapsed on the ground, her chest heaving as she held my hand tightly against her body, her legs clamped around my head to keep me licking and drinking up her juice, which I happily did. After a few minutes, a blissful smile on her face, Jessica opened her eyes at me. "I want you in me," she said, her voice a shattered tear of noise as it came from her throat. I lifted myself up from the floor and wiped some of her excess juice off of my face, smearing it onto my cockhead as Jessica struggled to sit up, exhausted from her orgasm. Her eyes on my rock hard prick, I scooted up between her legs and rubbed it along her wet crevice, teasing her. I placed my arms beneath her thighs and lifted her towards me, neither of us using our hands as our bodies merged together, the tip of my cock sliding slowly with a *pop* into her rather tight pussy. I immediately felt the warmth of her body engulf me, a few slight tremors of her last orgasm caressing the length of my shaft as I worked myself deeper into her. With slow, methodical strokes, I pressed inch by inch of my dick inside of Jessica's hole, her velvet walls opening up around me more and more the deeper I pushed. I finally bottomed out in her and, my hands tightly gripping the firm, toned flesh of her legs, I held myself like that for a moment. Jessica sighed contentedly and began to work her inner muscles, squeezing my prick gently as our bodies remained merged. Extracting myself slightly, I began to tease her by removing half of my shaft before plunging it back in fiercely, the action causing her (and my own) body to rock in a pleasant motion as her pussy was stabbed by my cock at it's core. I placed Jessica's legs on my shoulders as I leaned in closer over her, our mouths just inches apart, sweat dripping from my hair onto her perfect body. Jessica stared at me, her deep brown eyes seeming to suck me into her as I continued to thrust in and out of her at an angle. Sliding her tongue along the outside of her upper lip seductively, Jessica groaned and threw her head back a bit as I met her seductive gaze with a deep stroke inside her steaming hot cunt, whose juices I could now feel leak out copiously from within her. I pressed my mouth down onto hers as we kissed, her tongue lunging upward and into my mouth. We remained liplocked for a few moments as I continued to glide in and out of her, the process much easier now that she was sopping wet between her legs. I felt the roughness of her slight pubic hair grind against my body, it's sticky wetness only another indicator of the feeling I felt inside of her pussy. Caressing me like silk, Jessica was happily squeezing her legs against me, holding me in deeper inside of her as her pussy seemed to suck my cock in as if it could not survive without it. Jessica's clit throbbed against my shaft as I met it with deep, broad strokes inside of her, the base of the head of my cock barely touching it as I pulled out from within her slightly. Jessica's breasts bounced in time with the speed of our lovemaking, which by now was building to an amazing climax. I felt Jessica's hand slither down between my legs and cup my balls, holding me in place inside of her as she gently massaged the tight orbs in my sac. Her small, delicate fingers tickled the sensitive skin as she grasped them lightly, allowing me to continue to fuck her as she played with them. I bent my head back and watched her hand move them around, the slight pressure maddening when combined with the tight feel of her body. I was drenched with sweat now and nearing exhaustion but I knew that the reward would be amazing were I to only hang on a little bit longer. Pressing my mouth to Jessica's left breast, I took the tip of her nipple in my teeth and raised my head up, pulling on the hard bud with my mouth, making Jessica gasp in pleasant pain. I released it from within my mouth and repeated the process on the other breast. This time Jessica was ready for me and now she lifted her own body up to meet me as I simultaneously thrust into her and nibbled on her nipple at the same time. Her hips rose to meet mine, allowing me even deeper penetration than I had achieved thus far - the final treasure was mine. Brushing the back of her cervix with my cockhead, the feeling a totally new one from this little tryst, I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm began. Pushing into her as hard as I could, I pulled in and out of her in a few quick strokes before the red hot stream of cum began to shoot out of my cock. I grunted in pleasure as I erupted deep inside of Jessica, her body shuddering as her twat sucked in all of my juice, milking me for everything I had. She let out a low moan of bliss as I slid my dick in and out while my orgasm was still going on, mixing the sticky white substance in and around her pussy and the juices that her own body had made. Propping myself up on exhausted arms, I stared down at Jessica as my orgasm began to subside, at least five or six long thick streams of cum shooting deep into her before everything was all done. My dick began to soften a little as I pulled out of her and rolled onto the floor beside her, both of us panting and catching our breath. I glanced down at Jessica's pussy, the lips now red and spread wide from our lovemaking, a trickle of frothy cum coating the outside of them as her body began to relax and breath slowly again. A few minutes later, I managed to lift myself up and stagger into the shower. The water felt great on my body, since I hadn't had one in days and as I dried off and walked to the bedroom, I saw Jessica laying in bed waiting for me, the white sheets a sharp contrast from her richly colored skin. She lifted the sheet, her body still naked (though her pussy clean) and allowed me to slide into bed next to her. I felt her crawl on top of me, resting her head on my chest as I laid back against the pillow. Exhaustion finally over took me, having not slept in almost two days now, as the world went black. Before I faded away though, I resolved myself to call LA tomorrow and find out what exactly was going on with Charlie and, more importantly, Katherine. My sleep was not sound though. A few hours after drifting off, my cell phone rang... PETTY'S STORY: My hangover woke me up, despite the cries by my body to sleep. I was craving it bad now, the instant my eyes opened a flood of desire for that pleasure already taking me over. Propping myself up on my arm, I leaned awkwardly and clumsily over the night stand, grabbing the straw and doing two quick lines that made me feel all warm and fuzzy again. I sighed to myself as I laid back down on the pillow, drifting off to sleep again. I awoke again when I happened to roll over into something wet. Cracking my eyes to slits, I saw the spots of crimson on the pillow, causing me to sit up with a start. Blood. My blood. Immediately my hand went to my nose and I could feel the dry, crusty residue of the nosebleed coming from my nostrils. They were happening a lot more often now, but they were controllable as long as I paced myself throughout the day. I knew the blood would be a bitch to get out of the pillow case so I reluctantly sat up fully now, sniffing away a fresh stream of it that had started again when I moved my head. Sliding my feet to the side of the bed, I dangled them off groggily as I ran my hand through my hair. It was oily and slick, probably due to having not showered in a day or so. I suddenly remembered Miguel, the cute Hispanic guy I had picked up at a club last night. He knew who I was, said I was famous, or thought he did, confusing me with Britney or Christina or one of those pop queens in the dim light of the dance floor. Whatever, I didn't care. I just nodded and took him home, where we had mediocre sex, aided for me by the coke I did before he mounted me. And now as I looked over at the other side of the bed, I saw that he was gone. No note, no goodbye kiss, nothing. Bastard. Groaning a bit, I stepped out of the bed and padded into the bathroom. Turning the water on, I leaned my head down and splashed water on my face. Glancing up in the mirror, I saw that I had begun to lose weight; maybe 10 or 15 pounds. I still looked good, but my face was kind of getting that hollowed out cheek look to it that some models (also undoubtedly coke heads) had about them. My eyes looked kind of tired too, but I attributed that to just being hung over. Splashing water on my face again, I heard the phone ring in the bedroom. I paused for a minute, mentally cursing myself for the energy it would take to leave the bathroom and go to the bedroom again. As it continued to ring, I finally gave up on hoping that the answering machine would get it and walked quickly to it, collapsing on the bed as I reached my arm out and grabbed it. Water dripped from my face, mixing with the dry blood and leaving a pink stain on my nightshirt. "Hello?" I said, my voice crackly and dry. "Petty, I need to see you," the other voice said. Gordon Hapsboro. "Hey Gordon babe, what's up?" I said, putting on my best 'I really do give a shit' voice. "Spare me the pleasantries. Come to my office immediately," he replied, his voice monotone but - I could tell - serious. I yawned. "What time is it?" "It's 2 in the afternoon. Now please get your ass down here," he said, hanging up with a click. I put the receiver back and laid still on the bed. I really wanted to just go back to sleep but something told me I had better go see what he wanted. Probably another "powwow" about the next video or single to promote. I got dressed into some sweat pants and a t-shirt and, throwing some gel in my hair, was about to walk out of the house when I noticed that I was about to forget my traveling companion, my blow. Heading back over to the bedside table, a wave of panic rushed over me as I realized I had two, maybe three lines left of the ENTIRE package I had gotten a few weeks back from Antamount. Maybe this trip to see Hapsboro wouldn't be so bad, I'm sure he could hook me up. I arrived at his office about 30 minutes later, my hang over now down to a dull throb in the back of my head. I walked in towards his office, his secretary buzzing him as I walked right past her into his room, the annoyed look on her face bringing me a lot of joy. He was seated at his desk, a remote control in his hand as he watched a tape on a small television set at the corner of his desk. Glancing up at me as I walked in and plopped down in the chair across from him, he hastily clicked the off button on the remote and set it back down on the desk. I grinned at him, thinking I had caught him at something. "Watching porn again huh Gordy?" He sighed, studying me carefully as he rubbed his temples. "You could say that. Listen, Petty, I'll make this brief. Do you know why I called you in today?" "Nope, but I can only assume it is to lavish more attention on me from the company, right?" I said. I was feeling really punchy today for some reason and I decided to say "fuck it" to the formalities of the business world. "Not exactly. Times are changing Petty, have you noticed this?" he said, standing up from his desk as he walked over towards me. His hands on his hips, he stared down at me. I suddenly got a vibe that the cocky attitude may not be the best idea, so I made an effort to restrain myself. "No, I haven't. What do you mean?" "Well, the kids these days...they have increasingly short attention spans. You think they are loving something with their heart and soul, so you pump out stuff to feed this and then hope that the fad lasts long enough to make a return on your investment. In your particular case, that fad is poppy, acoustic music," My brow furrowed. "So what? Pop music comes and goes, it just keeps reinventing itself as a different style," "Yes, it does. The same goes for films. Movies are the same now, story wise, as they were in the 40s only with more titillation and explosions. You follow me? Good. Now, I guess the point I'm getting at is this: you are pretty much finished in the music business," Inadvertently, I laughed rather loudly as I reclined in the seat. "Ha, right. And what makes you say that?" "Well, a number of things," he said, completely calm. His steadily balanced attitude was starting to worry me. This wasn't just a friendly chat, this was turning into a lecture. "For one, we have your album sales. Abysmal. After all the money we spent promoting you and rush engineering your album, you haven't even sold 100,000 copies. Sure, a lot of it might be due to piracy online and all that but those numbers - especially for someone we bought airtime on MTV and the radio for - just aren't working. So we've decided to put you on the backburner, permanently. You've signed a deal for another three albums and we intend to honor that but as your contract states, the failure of your first album means that the royalties will decrease and your exposure is going to be much, much less," My head was starting to spin with what he was telling me. Things weren't making sense. "What? What contract? That thing I signed a while back? There wasn't anything in there about a four album deal and I KNOW there wasn't something about less royalties," I said, my voice starting to grow angry in my throat. "Are you sure? Did you read it real carefully? Because if not, I have a copy right here I can show you and point out exactly where you initialed and signed. You know, just to prove my point," he said. I was now staring up at him and a hideous smile was on his face - the asshole was enjoying this! "My...my lawyers will vvv..void that contract in a heartbeat," I said, my voice now starting to shake, along with my arms. I struggled to remember what he was talking about and all I could pull up was the signing of the contract in the elevator by that little stooge he sent. The fucker had rushed me to sign it too...that COULDN'T be legally binding, could it? "That's fine," Hapsboro said with a smile. "But they can't really argue with this now can they?" Reaching for the remote, he turned on the screen and swiveled the TV so that it faced me. My face went white immediately - it was a tape, taken during my encounter with Shania Twain and her husband. I felt my stomach turn in knots as I watched myself bury my face in between Shania's legs. The tape continued to play, and I noticed something curious about the tape: both Shania and her husband had had their faces blurred out. They were just writhing, moving bodies, while my own body (and more importantly, my cum covered face) were clearly and unmistakably visible. I felt numb all over as Hapsboro grinned at me, sitting down on the corner of his desk as he watched my reaction. "You can file your little breach-of-contract lawsuit, but as soon as those papers hit, a copy of this video tape will appear in the mailbox of every tabloid and entertainment show in the country. Oh, and not to mention your mother's mailbox too. You know, she has a really nice yard: very quaint and cozy, and I especially like the lawn ornaments she has. That gnome really is something cute," I could barely hear his words now as my head began to spin and my mind reeled. I needed to calm down. Instinctively reaching for my purse, I realized that I had left it in my car. Damn it! That's where the coke that I so desperately needed right now was! I thought for a moment about just bolting and running out to the car, coming back when I was more able to deal with him after having "powdered my nose" but I thought better of it. Best to stay as focused as I could, even though my hangover was now back in full force and my body was desperately craving the drug. "What's wrong Petty, you seem kind of nervous," he said with that same ugly, gleeful grin. "It's...nothing. Don't worry about it," I said, trying to bring my voice back to a calm level, even though my body was trembling. "Hmmm...I don't think that it is. I know that look," he said. "I think that you are wanting something and it isn't just revenge. I KNOW you want that, but hey...a lot of people in this business want revenge," He walked back over to his desk and reached into a drawer. Pulling out a small box, he slid it over on the desk in front of me. "Go ahead, open it," I looked at him with hate in my eyes for a moment before curiosity got the best of me. Reaching my hand out, I opened the lid of the box. Inside was a gigantic bag of white powder - coke, and by the looks of it, very pure. Sitting on top of the bag was a neatly polished mirror and a small metal straw for taking the drug. I could practically feel myself salivating at the mere look of it. Without warning, he reached out and snatched the box away, holding it in his hand as he pretended to admire it. "My own personal stash," he said, almost wistfully. "Comes from the best fields in Colombia. 100% pure, uncut cocaine," Looking over at me, he pretended like he was surprised. "Would you like some?" I almost lunged across the desk at the offer but with all my restraint, managed to catch myself. "You bastard. You know that I do. You were the one who got me hooked on the stuff," "I got you hooked? I think not my dear. I merely gave you a gift. What you did with that gift was up to you. Now, don't be rude. Would you like some or not?" My mind screamed to tell him no, to just walk out of there right now. But my body was in control, and after the sight of it, was practically tearing my insides apart at trying to get some. I didn't just want it - every part of my being, every molecule, craved it. He stared at me impatiently. "Well, if you are going to be that way about it..." he said, closing the box up and about to put it away. "WAIT!" I cried at him. He stopped. "Yes?" "I...I want some. Please. How much is it?" "For the whole bag? Haha, my dear it isn't for sale. A small taste however, will cost you. I would say that $500 seems like a fair price," I moaned like a little girl "$500? I don't have that kind of money with me!" "Too bad then. It's really good stuff too. Unless of course, you could think of some other way to pay..." I shuddered at the thought of what he was insinuating, but I wanted it bad. I noticed now that he had moved back by me, his frame looming over me as his crotch became uncomfortably close to my face. "Alright...if that's what you want, I'll do it," I said meekly, ashamed at having been beaten by him - by my own body. "Good," he said, setting it down on the table. "I'm glad we could come to an arrangement," I reached out for the box, but he slapped my hand away roughly. "No no. First you pay, then you play," I stared up at him with hate in my eyes once more, but could now feel myself relaxing as my body knew that it's precious was coming. Extending my hand out, I grabbed his zipper as he moved closer to me, undoing the fly as I pulled down his pants with the other hand. His dick was rather small by comparison, and only half hard as I pulled it from his pants, holding it's limp weight in my hand. "Go ahead, get to work," he said to me, practically ordering me. I took a deep breath and began to jerk his prick up and down with my hand. He had gotten a bit harder before he told me to stop. "Use your mouth. It will go faster," he said, completely enjoying my humiliation. I lowered my lips around his cock and began to suck and lick at it with as much effort as I could. I felt the shaft began to bulge and grow in my mouth, the cock head rubbing against the top of my mouth. I removed my lips from it and noticed that he was at full hardness. Good, maybe this won't take too long. Pushing his head past my lips again, I began to bob up and down on his cock as fast I could. He began to enjoy the process, as I felt his hands grab my stringy hair and hold my face tightly as he began to thrust his hips in and out of my mouth. The more I licked his dick, the less I began to enjoy it. I thought this would be just another routine blowjob, but my emotions were starting to get the best of me now. Everything started to seem bad about the whole situation - the smell of his pubic hair was suddenly very nauseating, the feel of his prick wet and nasty in my mouth. I felt tears begin to leak out of my eyes as he continued to push harder and harder into my mouth, using it for his own pleasure. The only thing that kept me going through the whole thing was the thought I clung to, of what my reward might be. I became numb to the whole process as he used me like a sex toy, fucking my mouth with a lot of gusto, bellowing obscenities at me - calling me a whore and a "coke cunt" and other things that even now I can't remember. All of this was happening because I had been stupid and let myself get addicted to his drugs. To his lifestyle. To his fame. My eyes blurry and watery now from the tears that I was struggling to hold back, I weakly reached my hand out and cupped his balls, teasing and playing with them as he began to slow down his thrust, his dick seeming to expand a bit, and I knew now from experience that his orgasm was imminent. He suddenly thrust his hand down and wrapped it around my throat, holding me tightly and making it harder for me to breath. I gagged and coughed as my mouth opened from around his cock, but this was exactly what he wanted. With a hard and savage grunt, he began to orgasm, holding his cock tightly as he shot his load into my mouth, the thick and nasty cum covering my teeth and tongue as jet after jet sprayed, some of his slime finally sliding down my throat as he released my neck, allowing me to breath. I coughed hard, some of his cum leaking from my lips and down onto my t-shirt. Hapsboro panted and caught his breath for a moment (as if breathing was as tough for him as it was for me) before taking a clump of my hair and wiping his dick clean with it. As I swallowed down the last of his disgusting load, he zipped his pants up and smiled down at me. "You are a good little coke slut Petty, but I've had better. Now, before I give you your reward, understand this: after today, you are on hiatus. I don't want to see you unless I call you myself. That means no performing, no lawyers, nothing. If you want to try and get back in my good graces, I'll give you the address of where you can go and try to earn your keep. They are business acquaintances of mine and though you might find them a bit rough, they will take care of all your needs. If you can prove yourself to me there, then maybe - just maybe - I'll reconsider promoting you," I couldn't say anything now, my mouth still filled with the nasty taste of his cum as I hung my head, waiting while he scribbled down the address. Handing it to me, I robotically put it in my pocket. True to his word despite his other vices, Hapsboro opened the box and cut out two very thick lines for me. Handing me the straw, he stepped back to watch. For a moment I hesitated, but my body wouldn't let me hold out for long. Brushing my cum stained hair out of my face, I quickly dropped my nose to the line and inhaled sharply through my left nostril. He wasn't lying. This stuff was incredible...I felt a completely new level of high rush through me almost instantly and, in my mad desire to hopefully further elevate it, I did the other line immediately. Within a few seconds, I was on cloud 9, the room and the ordeal I had just been through already starting to fade away. I smiled contentedly to myself as I stared around the room. I saw Hapsboro move, almost as if in slow motion to the desk. He lifted up the phone and punched some numbers, beginning to speak when the person on the other end answered. His words came slowly but clearly for me as I sat and listened to him, admittedly distracted by the other things around the room that caught my attention. "Please send someone up to escort Petty home," he said. "Make sure to check her pocket - that's where her new address is," RACHAEL'S STORY: At some point in the night before, I had fallen asleep. I woke up with a start, the light outside indicating that it was the afternoon, my heart thudding from what I suppose was still shock over last night's events. For a brief moment, my mind was confused and disoriented and I couldn't remember what had happened. As the slow understanding finally came back to me, it was as if a heavy weight was once again being dumped onto my shoulders, crushing me with the stark reality of what happened. People were dead. I might be in trouble. And yet Alex still hadn't called. Grabbing the phone from the bed quickly, I held it in my hand, trying to remember his cell phone number. I hoped that he still had it on, that he would be able to receive calls, even being a world away. After three rings, he picked up, his voice groggy and hoarse. "Hello?" "Alex!" I said, my voice thick with panic now "Are you alright?" "Wha? Yeah yeah I'm fine. Rachael, is that you?" "Yes Alex it's me! Are you sure you are ok?" "I'm fine Rachael, you just woke me up. What's the matter?" "Charlie's dead Alex," I said, my voice dropping as my eyes began to well with tears at the thought. There was a long, painful silence on the other end. "Are you sure?" he asked finally, his voice soft and muted. "Yes. I was leaving his office and I heard gun shots and then people talking loudly and so I started to run away and I got to my car but I thought people were following me but they weren't and so I drove home and," "Woah Rachael, calm down!" he said, his concern causing me to stop. "Are YOU alright?" I took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm ok. I'm scared shitless but I'm alright. I thought you were going to call when you got to Japan?" My voice was a bit pleading, and he seemed to recognize this. "I was going to. I tried calling Katherine but her cell phone was not working or on. Do you think she is ok?" I gulped loudly, realizing that I had completely forgotten about everyone else there that night. My hesitation must have given him his own dose of fear. "Rachael? Are you there? Is Katherine alright? Is everyone else ok?" "I...I don't know Alex. I came home and locked the door and just woke up. I'm panicked and I really wish you were here," "I wish I could be there too but I am not coming home for a little while Rachael. I can't," "What?" I said in shock and surprise. This was NOT what I wanted to hear. "Why not? I need you Alex...we all need you!" "I know that," he said, his voice trying to sound reassuring. "But I got some information from Kyokota and I have to act on it before it's too late," "And you can't come here to do it?" "No. I have to go to Miami. I'm leaving first thing in the morning," "Well what the hell am I supposed to do? You want me to just stay locked in my house, like a prisoner?" "Hang on Rachael, let me think alright!" he snapped. The stress was getting to him too. I waited patiently while he thought to himself, my mind also racing with how to handle this situation. I looked down at my hand and noticed that it was shaking, that my whole body was trembling now in fear. "If Charlie is dead, and I'm pretty sure that he is, then that makes sense. When I was trying to get on the airplane, I was followed by two guys who I assume were working for Willis. They didn't get to me but it was obvious that I was the one they wanted. Now listen, if you are ok, then that means that they didn't know about you. That you can probably go back to living your life as normally as you can. But I need you to help me Rachael," I didn't like the idea of just pretending like nothing happened, of just forgetting about the whole thing, but I heard him out. "I'm listening Alex," I said softly. "I need you to try and get in touch with everyone who was there last night. You and I have already talked, and that's good. But we need to know that Jaime, Mila and Katherine are ok. Remember, they are in the middle of this thing too you know. Find out all that you can - call their houses, their cell phones, whatever, and just make sure that you TALK to them," I took a deep breath. "Ok, I can do that," "Now, I also need you to do something else. I know that it is going to be rough and probably impossible for you to compose yourself enough to do. But I need you to go see Gordon Hapsboro as soon as you can," "You are out of your fucking mind!" I said, the first words out of my mouth conveying my true emotions. He waited for the obligatory pause before continuing. "Hear me out Rachael, please. The last thing Antamount would be expecting you to do would be to just waltz right into their office. If you did that, it would help prove your innocence because you would have nothing to hide. I'm not saying that you have to sleep with him or anything repulsive like that. But just tell him that you want to talk about your roles and other things with your career. Tell him that you want to do another buddy comedy like 'Josie & The Pussycats', and ask him who he thinks would be good in that role with you. What you are trying to figure out from him, any way you can, is what his next move will be. Also, what his mood is like - is he stressed, relaxed, whatever, and remember that. I know this is asking a lot Rachael," "You're god damned right it is," I said, regretting the words. "Alright, it's asking a lot. But until I can get back in the States, I'm powerless to do anything. You are my only hope and the only person who can help, now that Charlie is...well, gone," He choked up a little bit at this last part, which surprised me given the fight he had engaged in with him before he left. "I'll do my best Alex," I said, surprised that I was even agreeing to it. Somehow, his task seemed relatively easy and he DID have a point about getting caught. This would hit them where they were not expecting. If I could keep my fear level down, I should be able to do it. "Thank you Rachael. You have no idea how much this means to me. Just know this: when I get back to LA, we will no longer be alone in this struggle. I promise you that," "I trust you Alex. That's why I'm doing this. I know you are a good person trying to do what is right. I believe in you," "And I believe in you Rachael," he said. "I'll call you when I get to Miami tomorrow ok? Take the rest of today off to compose yourself and then tomorrow, let me know what you find out," "I will Alex, thank you and," I said, about to say something more before he cut me off. "Thank you Rachael. I have to go," he said as he hung up the phone. "I love you," I said softly to the dead line. KIRSTEN'S STORY: "Yo, miss? You gettin' out or what?" the driver of the cab said to me. I glanced up at him from where I had been staring out the window. "What?" "I said are you getting out or not? This is the place you wanted me to take you right?" "Yes, it is. Thank you," I said, getting out of the cab. I handed him some money and he drove off, leaving me standing there on the street, just as undecided on what I was about to do now as I was all the way over here. I was supposed to seduce Natalie Portman. Not really just seduce her, but bring her to a point where if I told her to do something (after Eliza told me to tell her), she would do it. And it wasn't like I minded spending time with her or actually being her; that was the problem in fact. A part of me did not want to bring her into this strange world of sex and manipulation that I had fallen into. Natalie was still an innocent, and was also someone I found myself growing to love. You didn't put your lover in danger, did you? I also loved Eliza, for all the things she had shown me and all the ways she had made me feel special not only as a lover but as a person. She wanted me to do this, as did the people she answered to. But regardless of my choice, someone in this thing was going to get hurt. Damn it Kirsten, why did you have to push so hard to be included! I wasn't exactly sure how Natalie would react to me just showing up at her apartment here in Boston. Did she view last night as a one night thing, or was this something more? If she wanted nothing to do with me, I realized, that would be virtually impossible for me to have to come to grips with. She was occupying my thoughts almost constantly now and I needed to do something to alleviate it. I needed a response from her, one way or the other. Shivering against the cold, I hurried in from the street to the apartment building, the door man holding the door for me as he smiled. I gave him a polite smile back, but I had other things on my mind. Through some of Eliza's contacts, I had found out where she lived - a tall brownstone building away from downtown Boston, but close to Harvard square, that was the perfect spot for a celebrity of her nature to go to school and yet not draw attention to her fame. Taking the elevator up so that I could have time to think, it rose briskly, taking to Natalie's floor in less than 30 seconds. Stepping out of it, the floor was deserted. It was much larger than I thought - her apartment probably took up half the floor, as I only saw two doors, one across from the other, in the hallway. Checking my directions, I approached her door (Apartment J30) and stopped. I stood there for a few minutes, thinking about what I was going to say and how I was going to react when she opened the door. Did I say that I was in the neighborhood? No, that was too obvious. Did she forget something at my hotel room? Hmm...that might work. But what? I rummaged through my purse for something - anything - that I could say was hers. I came up empty handed, but then an idea struck me. Lifting my leg slightly, I reached under the skirt I wore (I was dressed in a red skirt, pantyhose and a heavy faux-fur coat over a long sleeved blouse) and removed my own panties, sliding them down my leg before stepping my feet out of them. Picking them up from the floor, they didn't look to be anything fancy, just a pair of black lace panties that I had bought one time on a fun shopping trip to Victoria's Secret that had ended in a little rendezvous with a total stranger. Thinking about it more now, as I inspected the underwear for any sign of having just worn them, that encounter was one of the first times I realized how liberating sex could be. It was certainly a one time thing, and I never saw the guy again, but it made me more curious sexually. That's when my fun with Eliza had started, and all of that had led me to here. No girl, I thought to myself. Quit living in the past, you need to focus! Clearing my head, I stuffed the panties into my purse, wondering if they were the sort of thing that Natalie might actually wear. I adjusted my hair and, my heart beating wildly in my chest, hovered my hand over the door for a moment before knocking on it quickly. I heard some shuffling around inside for a few moments, each second a torment to me as I felt my nerve fading. I was tempted to just spin on my heel and run to the elevator, hoping to get in before she saw me. But just as soon as I had convinced myself that I was going to do just that, the door opened. Even looking her worst, Natalie looked incredible. She wore a simple white cotton t-shirt and a pair of navy blue athletic warm up pants, the kinds that tear away easily. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail behind her head, and atop her head was a light pink bandana, holding her hair out of her eyes. She looked like she had been cleaning, or going to the gym since she wore no makeup but incredibly she still looked just as radiant. Her head cocked slightly in surprise, Natalie looked at me with a puzzled smile on her face. "Kirsten? What are you doing here?" she said. "I...I uhh, well you forgot something in my hotel room and I thought I would just bring it to you," I said, stammering over my words. God, I felt like an idiot. Normally men were babbling like fools for me, and now here I was doing the same thing with them! "What did I forget?" Natalie asked, that same curious smile on her face. "Your uh...you forgot your..." "Yes?" Natalie said, her face turning troubled. "Are you alright Kirsten?" I breathed in deeply, swallowing a load of air. "Yeah...I'm fine. Do you think I could have a glass of water or something?" "Sure, come on in," Natalie said, stepping out of the way. I followed her inside. Stepping over a carpet in the hallway, something elegant with random blotches of color, I followed her into the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of water. Handing it to me, she hesitated for a moment. "Want it in a glass?" "No, the bottle's fine, thanks," I said, opening it and letting the cold water wash down my dry and nervous throat. Natalie lifted herself up by her palms and sat on the counter as I reclined against a cabinet. Her legs swayed back and forth absently as she watched me down the bottle in almost a minute. "Damn, you really were thirsty," she said. "Want some more?" "No, I'm alright. Thanks for inviting me in," "Your welcome. Now, what was it that I forgot at your hotel?" "Well," I said, feeling more comfortable with myself now that I was in her apartment. "I didn't want to get them out in the hallway but..." Reaching into my purse, I pulled out the panties, which were balled up. As soon as Natalie realized what it was she was looking at, her face blushed. "Are those my panties?" "Yes, they are," I said, averting my eyes from hers so that I didn't have to look her in the face with this little fib. Natalie hopped off the counter and came over towards me, taking the panties from my hand. "You know, I was a bit dishelved when I left last night and I kept thinking I forgot something but..." she said as she opened them up a bit wider. Her brow furrowed. "Wait a minute. These aren't mine!" "They aren't?" I said, feigning surprise. "No, I don't wear the real lacy and frilly stuff, just plain old regular ones and thongs. Hmmm..." she said. Holding them in her hand, Natalie gently lifted them towards her face. As she pulled them away, she smiled at me. "These are your panties, aren't they Kirsten?" I tried not to laugh, feeling dumb over this whole charade, but I finally couldn't hold in a giggle. "Yes, they are mine. I'm sorry Natalie, but you should have seen your face!" I said, now laughing quite hard. Natalie smirked at me, putting the underwear down on the counter. "Very funny Kirsten. I'm glad they were yours though, as I could recognize them by the smell. If you had brought in some that you had found on the street then you would have been in big trouble," she said, now chuckling to herself. I had composed myself enough to speak clearly again, if only for a moment. "Would you have sniffed those too?" I said, barely able to get "too" out before breaking down in laughter again. Natalie joined me this time and for the next few minutes, much like we had that first night together, we laughed like little kids. Something about being around her brought out the good natured side of me, the side that wasn't trying to get ahead in the world. That was just another reason loving her became all the more special. When we had finally calmed down and the joke had finally run it's course, Natalie sighed and reclined against the counter top. "You know, if you wanted to come see me, you didn't have to make up that elaborate ruse," she said, her voice soft. "I know," I replied, casting my eyes towards the floor. I couldn't possibly tell her why I really came, could I? "You and I are friends now Kirsten, and in some ways even more than that. You are welcome any time over here," "That's what I wanted to talk to you about Natalie," I said. "About...you know, our encounter," Natalie nodded. "Yeah, I kind of rushed out of there. I think we do need to talk about it. Come on, let's go somewhere more comfortable," I followed her into the modest living room. It looked just like the rooms of all my friends who went to college - movie posters on the wall, weird little knick knacks in various places and even some rather modest furniture, which surprised me since I knew Natalie wasn't exactly starving from "Star Wars". We sat down on the couch, facing each other. I brushed my hair out of my face and slid my jacket off my shoulders, the warmth of Natalie's apartment comforting in comparison to the cold outside. Neither one of us knew where to begin, Natalie smiling awkwardly at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Natalie decided to go first. "The time we had together Kirsten, well, it was very surreal. I didn't expect what happened to...you know, happen. Since I left your hotel, I've been living in a sort of dream world, my emotions and feelings very confusing to me," "I know what you mean Natalie, I've been going through the same thing," I replied. Natalie continued, rubbing her hand nervously on the slick material of her pants. "I know that I'm not a...you know, lesbian, but I can't deny that being with you was something that I wanted, that my body craved and needed. It felt wonderful, the things you did to me, and I enjoyed immensely what I did for you," I smiled, my heart thumping in my chest. She had liked it! "And I know that, for me at least, this sort of thing is not going to become a routine or a lifestyle for me. But what I came to understand was that for the time being, when I am with you, I don't see why I can't enjoy myself and have a little bit of fun. I know that I may even grow to love you as a person, as well as a lover and though we are both really high profile, keeping it a secret is a sort of exhilarating thrill that my heart tells me is something I should pursue," I nodded. "Being with you was like a fairy tale Natalie, it was like living out my wildest dreams. Since I saw you sitting there reading that book, my heart has not stopped beating for you. I know exactly what you mean about that thrill - I don't want to do anything that would hurt you professionally, and I think that you are sincere when you say the same thing about me. I think I might have fallen for you, even if my mind tells me that it will never last as a real relationship," Natalie's brown eyes seemed to sparkle at these words, and her voice became a bit fluttery, a bit higher in pitch. "You mean that you feel the same, that you want to be with me too?" she said almost breathlessly. She had leaned in closer to me now, so close that I could make out every feature in her perfectly defined face - her high cheekbones, the delicate moles on the sides of her face, the glittering shine of her eyes... "Yes Natalie. I think...I think I'm starting to fall in love with you," I said, my voice a throaty whisper. I leaned my head in closer to her now and without either of us saying another word, our lips touched once again, the thrill of kissing her mouth sending shivers and sparks down my spine, every nerve of my body calling out in a chorus of affection and lust. Natalie adjusted herself on the couch, her mouth pressing harder against my own as we shared an intimate kiss, the warm saliva of her mouth mingling with my own as I allowed my tongue to enter into her delicate opening, tasting the fragrance of her body in that sweet, soft kiss of her lips. We moved ostensibly closer to one another, and now I felt my arms rise of their own will around her shoulders and back, pulling her closer to me. As the kiss lingered, I found myself craving more and more of her, the wet sounds of our embrace filling the room gently around us as our bodies began to act willingly, our hearts beat in time with one another, like children racing through a field with each other. Natalie had grown more brave, more comfortable, as I felt her own arms wrap around my stomach and sides, her fingers dancing with each other as she held me close to her. I could feel the comforting softness of her breasts through her shirt as her nipples (and my own) grew hard, our bodies slowly beginning to grind against one another. Moaning softly, I felt Natalie's hands ease up and down my back, caressing me through the thin fabric of my blouse. I broke the kiss reluctantly, as I felt Natalie's hands start to try and pull my blouse off. I leaned back against the couch and allowed Natalie's hands to move to the front of my chest. Caressing my stomach, she slid her hands up under my shirt and towards the base of my breasts. "You made me more aware of myself," Natalie said. "And of others," With that, Natalie pulled her hands away from my now very hot and very aroused tummy and moved them towards the buttons on my blouse. Delicately undoing them one by one, she unbuttoned the blouse, before gently pulling it open at the top. My chest heaved as my bra-covered breasts were now exposed to her once again, my nipples hard and tingly as they pressed against the fabric of the bra. I sat up to return the favor for Natalie, who was eager to let me touch her once more. She turned around on the couch with her back facing me and as I encircled her chest with my hands, feeling her braless breasts through the white t-shirt she wore, I was suddenly hit with the grim realities of why I was here again. I had managed to avoid thinking about it since I had arrived, but now that I was in the heat of the moment, keeping my mind off of it was proving to be a difficult task. Natalie had not only said that she wanted to be with me, but she was completely trusting me to keep our relationship a secret, as well as guide her as a lover. But the harsh reality was that I was really nothing more than a succubus for Eliza and the Rose Petals, sent out here to Boston to bring in a fresh victim that they could use and corrupt. And if I valued anything I had accomplished, if I really loved Eliza and the lifestyle and all the things she had shown me, I could not say no to them. Tears beginning to well in my eyes at the task that I knew I had to do, I tried to keep them in as best as I could as I removed the bandana from Natalie's hair, setting it on the floor by the couch, returning my hands to her shoulders for a moment as I stroked and caressed the nape of her neck with my thumbs, my fingers kneading the soft flesh of her shoulders through the shirt. I lifted a hand to her head and gently pulled on the scrunchie that Natalie had in her hair to keep it in a ponytail. Natalie sighed as I pulled it out, letting her long and beautiful brown hair flow freely down her back. Rubbing away a stray tear with my hand, my slow pace must have caught Natalie's attention, for she turned around and looked at me, worry once again on her beautiful, delicate face. "Kiki, what's wrong?" "I just..." I said, struggling between soft sobs to say anything "I'm just so...happy," Natalie smiled. "I'm happy to Kiki, but you don't have to break down on me," she said. She turned her body towards me, leaning in close to my face at an angle. Natalie softly kissed me at the place where a tear had stopped, the salty liquid coating her lips as she moved her mouth away. "Don't cry Kiki, I will be here for you. I'm yours," I laughed awkwardly, trying to fight back a sob. Natalie continued to smile at me as she sat back on her legs, reaching down with her arms to pull her t-shirt over her head. Her young, beautiful breasts - just the same shade and color and size that I had remembered and fantasized about - sprang free. Leaning in close to me again, Natalie took me by the head and pressed me towards her chest. I could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest as my mouth rested between her breasts, the sweet aroma of her freshly showered skin filling my nostrils. I was here now, I told myself, and I wasn't going to let anything stop me from enjoying myself. Mentally toughening myself, I sucked back my tears and allowed Natalie to gently hold me against her chest as she ran her hand against my back, the soft tips of her fingers exciting my skin despite the whirlwind of my mind. Sliding my mouth down her body, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, caressing the tip with my tongue as Natalie instinctively pushed her chest against me, trying to feed me more of it. My body began to take over now, and as I released Natalie's breast from my mouth, I pushed her away from me, making her recline on the sofa. She rested her head against a throw pillow and, as my hands slid down the fabric of her pants, instinctively spread her legs as wide as the surface of the couch would allow. I felt the buttons brush against my palm as I traced my hand down her leg, our eyes locked in a smoldering gaze of lust. Moving my hand to the inside of her leg, I slid upwards towards her thigh, caressing it firmly through the material of the pants, feeling the heat already radiating between her thighs. Reaching with my free hand down to my purse, I pulled it up and set it in my lap, still continuing to rub and tease Natalie, alternating between thighs with my fingers. "I brought something for us to play with Natalie," I said, reaching into my purse. Natalie's words floated dreamily out of her mouth as she used her own hands to caress and tease her nipples. "What is it?" "It's a toy. Do you like toys Natalie?" "MMMMhhmmmm!!" was all she could reply, biting down on her bottom lip as I moved from her thighs to between her thighs, stroking her mound through her pants. I pulled my hand out slowly from my bag, producing the long, white vibrator that I had brought with me in our rush to get here from LA. I was upset I didn't get to use it my first time with Natalie, but now that I was with her once again, I felt a wave of excitement at introducing my favorite toy to someone who was quickly becoming my favorite girl. Holding it up so that she could see it, she said nothing as her eyes locked on it and studied it. Long and white, it measured a solid seven inches or so, and was about 2 inches around. It glimmered in the light, the metallic surface giving it the look of some sort of mythical object. But that wasn't all it was. "This is from Japan, it's called the Happy Fun Stick, made by one of the best sex toy manufacturers in the world," I said. Natalie was a rapt (and horny) audience as I explained it to her. Holding it aloft with one hand, I used my other to slide up her legs once more, but this time I slowly began to undo each button as I talked. "What makes it so special," SNAP "Is that it has a unique patented technology," SNAP "That vibrators here don't have," SNAP "Instead of just having one motor in it to power it," SNAP. I moved to the other leg. "The Happy Fun Stick has three," SNAP "One moderate one at the base," SNAP "One in the middle that is slightly stronger," SNAP "And one at the very, very tip for the very deepest parts of your body. That one is the strongest," Her pants were now unbuttoned and as I leaned in closer to her, holding it out in front of her as she stared at it, almost hypnotized by the rod shape of it, I grabbed hold of the waistband of her pants and pulled them down over her hips, the pants coming off easily now that they had been unbuttoned. Natalie lifted her hips for me as I did this, and now I was greeted with the sight of Natalie wearing a very small, and now very wet, tiger striped thong over her moist pussy. My mouth just inches from her, I made my words extra delicate. I was in complete control now, and that thrilled me. "Would you like me to demonstrate it on you Natalie?" Natalie moaned in agreement, which brought a smile to my face. I slid the toy down her nude body, stopping at her belly button to trace it in small, elliptical circles. Natalie giggled. "It's cold!" "It won't be after long," I said with a grin. Continuing down her body, I ran it up under the thin material that held the thong to her hips, plucking it like a guitar string as I slid the toy closer and closer to the thin patch of hair that I knew covered her pussy. Pulling it out from beneath the string, I moved to the other side and teased her with it some more there. Finally, when I could tell that Natalie was growing a bit impatient, I hooked my thumbs underneath the material and pulled her panties down partially, leaving the back of her thong undoubtedly still against her ass. I gazed once again on Natalie's beautiful opening. Her cunt was wet with slight moisture already, and I wondered - since her outer lips looked slightly puffed - if she had been masturbating before I got here. The sheer thought of that alone, not to mention the idea that she might be masturbating about ME, made my head spin and my body tremble with sexual excitement. Not wanting to make Natalie feel left out, I used one hand to rub the toy through the soft, downy hair that covered her sex while I moved the other behind my back and undid my bra, Natalie gasping as my breasts sprang free. Reaching her hand out to grab my admittedly much larger breasts, Natalie stroked the tip of my nipple with her finger as I sighed softly to myself. Rubbing the toy further against her slit, I traced it along her opening, wetting the slick metal exterior with her juices. Natalie's eyes were transfixed on it as she lay on the couch, breathing shallowly in excitement at what was to come. Pressing it against her slit, I allowed the very tip to slide gently in between Natalie's lips, a sigh coming from her mouth as she relaxed and let it enter her slightly. Wanting to tease her a little bit and get her more wet, I removed the toy from her almost immediately after pushing it in, making Natalie frown a bit as I rubbed the shaft of the vibrator against her sex. Turning it on to it's lowest setting, I flipped the toy over and rubbed the softly vibrating base against Natalie's pussy lips, her clit becoming aroused and visible to me as I held the whirring sex toy against it. Natalie's small hands reached down and pulled her pussy lips wider, her body crying out for me to push it deep inside of her. Pulling it away from her beautiful pink cunt, I aimed it towards her pussy, the slow vibrations of the tip allowing me to press it into her. I allowed more in this time, getting about a third of it deep inside her, Natalie's juices gushing out from between her legs in arousal. I continued like this for a few minutes, teasing her by removing the toy before pushing it into her deeper and deeper each time, the routine of it not bothering Natalie in the slightest as she grew more and more aroused. By the time I had worked the entire toy inside of her, still set on the lowest setting, my hand was sopping wet with her aroused juices. As I held it deep within her, Natalie's muscles inside squeezing tightly around it as the vibrations soothed and relaxed her, I looked up the landscape of her body in awe. She had started to sweat a bit, her hair strewn all around her head on the couch and the womanly scent of her body filling the space all around us. Without saying a word, I switched the vibrator to the next highest setting, Natalie gasping and moaning in surprise and pleasure as it tingled within her. The loud hum was now quite audible as the sound escaped from her legs, my fingers gripping the toy tightly as I began to work it in and out of her fully, starting a rhythm of fucking with it. Natalie's hands moved and roamed across her chest, squeezing her breasts together. I had grown quite excited by this as well and now had a hand up under my skirt, which by now had been hiked up around my waist, exposing my own wet and aroused (and shaved) pussy to Natalie's lustful eyes. I picked up speed with the toy, thrusting it harder and deeper into her than I had before, Natalie's body starting to really writhe and moan in pleasure as she neared orgasm. I could feel the toy touch the back of her cervix and for a long, wistful moment, I dreamed of being the toy, as it could touch her in places that I could not. Removing it from within her, my own lust took over as I licked along the shaft of it, tasting for the first time that day Natalie's sweet, salty juices from the deep recesses of her pussy. Unable to resist the urge even further, I stroked Natalie's clit as, in one quick motion, shoved the toy deep within myself, allowing our juices to mingle with each other, a part of her now mixed deep inside of me. Reluctantly I pulled the wonderful toy from my wet pussy and pushed it back into Natalie's, her opening now aroused and stretched and ready for more attention, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. Fucking her hard with it, Natalie closed her eyes tightly and shuddered around the toy, a mini-orgasm coursing through her body leading up to what would undoubtedly be a massive one. Time to take things to the next level, I thought to myself. With the toy deep inside of her, I pulled it out all the way, leaving only the tip nestled within her pussy folds. With a quick flip with my finger, I set it to the highest setting and plunged it deep within Natalie. The effect (which I knew from personal experience), was incredible. As soon as the loud roar of the toy's highest setting came to life, it immediately created a whole new level of sensation in all the flesh that it touched. And my quick push into her allowed for Natalie's pussy to feel it, like a lightning bolt, as it raced through her tight, wet pussy into the deepest part of her body. With an earth shattering scream, Natalie came in a massive orgasm, some of her cum actually squirting out a bit from between her legs, as the tip made contact with the bottom of her cunt. I held the toy there as Natalie thrashed and writhed on the sofa, her orgasm continuing to go on and on and on. Even deep inside of her, I could still hear that wonderful hum of the Happy Fun Stick giving her its all, as wave after wave of juice leaked out of her and onto my hand and arm. The toy still inside, Natalie began to come down from her orgasm, but just as quickly, was racked again with another uncontrollable one, her arms flying wildly as she squeezed her nipples violently, in a desperate attempt to extend her pleasure. When the orgasm had finally started to subside, I slowly pulled the toy out from her body, it's length now covered entirely in Natalie's sweet, delicious juices. Catching her breath for only a minute, the orgasm seemed to trigger something aggressive in Natalie. For, before I knew what happened, she was on top of me, taking the toy from my hand quickly as she pinned me down with her hot, sweaty, lithe body. Her face flustered and red from excitement, Natalie held the toy above my face, a drop of her juice dripping onto my lips, which I quickly lapped up and drank down, the intoxicating taste making me forget everything. Natalie noticed this and with a wicked and aroused - perhaps the most sexual look I have ever seen - look on her face, stared deep into my eyes. "Do you like the taste of my pussy Kiki?" Natalie asked. I shuddered a bit at the sound of Natalie saying such naughty things, but I knew that this was not the same Natalie I had encountered in Harvard Commons. This was Natalie's awakened sexuality talking...and I liked it. "Oh yes Natalie, your pussy tastes so wonderful," "Would you like to lick your toy of my juices?" I moaned in reply, and that was good enough for her. Rubbing the still vibrating tip against my lips, Natalie slowly slid it into my mouth, smearing her cream all across my tongue as she worked the toy into my mouth. My taste buds came alive, and my pussy seemed to grow even wetter than I thought possible as I took the vibrating sex toy into my small mouth, drops of Natalie's cunt juice smearing against my cheeks on the parts that I could not lick clean. Fucking my mouth gently with the toy, Natalie removed it when she thought that I had licked it clean. "Good. Now, let me remind myself of how YOU taste Kiki," Natalie said with that same devilish grin. Spinning nimbly on the couch, I soon found Natalie's dripping snatch in my face as she moved into a 69 position over me. I looked between her legs for an agonizing moment, just long enough to see that Natalie had the base of the whirring Happy Fun Stick in her mouth. Before I knew what happened though, she had lowered her pussy to my face while at the same time, pressing her mouth deftly against my cunt, the toy sliding into my dripping sex immediately and without any resistance. I almost came right there, and would have if Natalie had pressed in any deeper. Her neck was bent at such an angle that the toy was almost a marvelous extension of her tongue, touching me deep within my crevice as the vibrator worked its way quickly into me. I couldn't resist the taste of Natalie's pussy as some stray drops dripped onto my chin, and with a lustful move, thrust my tongue deep into her, causing a moan. We writhed and moaned like that on the couch, my tongue sucking up and drinking down all the sex cream that her small body had to offer, while Natalie's talented mouth fucked me repeatedly (and surprisingly quickly) with the toy. She had come into my cunt at an angle and this allowed her to burrow herself deep within me, the toy coming achingly close to the back of my pussy. Purposely or not, the base of it was resting against my clit, and it took all the willpower I had not to come right then and there as it sat vibrating on my love button. While Natalie thrust in and out of me, I made the most of what my tongue would allow, burrowing it deep within her young, sweet folds of pussy flesh. The copious amount of cum that had leaked out from within her gave me plenty to drink down, but as I lapped away at her, my tongue getting as deep as I could, I could sense that she was very close to another orgasm and thus, more cum for me. As it happened, we both came at almost the same time. Her mouth tired from doing all the work in our now 30 minute fuck session, Natalie had taken over with her hand, and was teasing me the same way I had teased her with the toy. She would hold it deep inside of me just long enough for me to shudder and inch ever closer to the orgasmic bliss that I sought, before removing it from my pussy and leaving the savagely vibrating tip against my outer folds. To "punish" her for this, I had taken her clit between my lips and was massaging it back and forth, allowing the tip of my tongue to snake around it, holding the hard nub in its wet, tight grip. Natalie's body was now moving by itself, her hips rising and lowering against my face as I did this, both of us now like powder kegs waiting to explode. Natalie struck first by doing something that I never would have thought a beginner like her would have known how. Taking the toy into me one last time, making sure to rub and tease the walls of my pussy as she slowly removed it, Natalie hovered it for a few moments over my wet, trembling clit. I knew she was doing this because, though I couldn't see her, the sensations of the almost-contact were enough to make my body shudder in pleasure. When she finally made contact against it, holding the whirring toy against my clit with enough pressure to stimulate every nerve on it and around the nub, I came intensely, my long pent up fantasies and dreams of being with her now released in the most pleasure my body had ever known. I felt my cunt tremble and spasm inside of me as it rushed out the precious juices from inside, Natalie's mouth ready and waiting for them to arrive. The lewd sound of her sucking them down must have turned her on as well, for only seconds later - my orgasm still cresting through my body - Natalie came once again on my mouth, due I'm sure in part to the pressure I was putting on her clit and the fingers I had slowly worked inside of her. The orgasm was a bit smaller, but I didn't notice as I sucked up her still sweet juices, my own orgasm now finally subsiding. Natalie lowered her hips against my chest as she came down from her third orgasm of the day, both of us panting and sweaty and sticky and wet and loving every damn minute of it. We lay atop each other for a few minutes until Natalie finally spun around slowly again, laying her nude body against my partially clothed, dishelved body. We snuggled together, and in the afterglow of orgasm, my mind became clear on what I had to do. Natalie would help us out, but she would do things on my terms and when and where I told them to. If I was going to make her a babe in the woods, I had to at least be there to guide her. Stroking her soft, brown hair with my hand, her juices on my lips and my own secretions all over her mouth, I lifted my head so that I could look at her. "Natalie, would you do something for me?" She sighed. "For you Kiki, anything," I tingled a bit at that thought, knowing that my mission had been successful, but I kept my resolve. "Would you come to LA with me for a little while?" She lifted her head and looked at me. "You mean to live with you?" "You can stay with me, yes. And God, I WANT you to stay with me! But no, that's not the reason," "What is the reason Kiki?" "I need your help with something. Or maybe more specifically, someone," KATHERINE'S STORY: In the darkness of the night before, I had somehow managed to fall asleep. It was not a restful sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless. I kept waking up, startled and afraid of where I was. Since they had brought me to this...this place...they had not physically harmed me yet. I think they knew that I was too scared to do anything or say anything and that if they tried any shit with me, I would react and do whatever I could to get away. They weren't too far from the truth. What they had done though, was strip me naked of my clothes and leave me strapped down to a cold, padded table in the middle of this dank, urine smelling room. Outside I could hear cars go by and people walking on the streets. I would have called to them, but my mouth was tightly gagged, so much so that if I even turned my head slightly, the pressure of the tie would pull on my mouth painfully. Sometimes sudden bursts of cold air would race through the room; whether this was intentional or not, I don't know. It kept me awake and alert though, which was difficult with the only light in the room coming from outside. I knew it was daytime now by the intensity of that light, which seemed to be coming from under the door they had brought me through. I had no idea how long I had been there, but I knew that less than a day had passed. I had spent most of the time thinking about what to do, what to say and how to react. What had transpired at Charlie's office had brought this on, of that I was certain, and my mind was racked with worry for everyone else involved, especially Mila and Alex. But I was strong and I knew that if I held my resolve, I would get through this. As I lay there thinking about him, I was startled by the door outside opening, the flood of light and sound rushing into the room. I screamed against the gag, but it was only a soft whisper. I could hear footsteps and what sounded like something heavy and on wheels being brought in. I dreaded to think about what it could be, or what they had in store. I felt a presence near me and as I turned my head to look, a bright light above me - like one of the ones you see in operating rooms - came on. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could now clearly see that the room was indeed every bit a shit hole as I imagined it to be. Behind the light stood probably the largest black man I had ever seen. "Bring her in," he said softly, motioning off to the side at something I couldn't see. I heard wheels squeaking and then, as it passed through the door way, I saw Mila strapped to a table just like mine. She had apparently resisted a bit, as she had some scratches down her body, which was also naked. She looked at me in panic and fear, our eyes meeting as we both wondered what was going on. The person wheeling her stopped and left her sitting a few feet from me. I heard a motor whir behind me and suddenly the table I was on began to rise, coming up so that I was now facing the wall directly, my body not even moving in the slightest due to the straps. When I was parallel with Mila, the motor stopped. We both looked at each other again, and I could see sweat dripping down Mila's scared face. I tried to reassure her as best as I could, but it's very difficult to do when you can't move even your mouth. "Ladies, my name is Clarence," the large man said, stepping into the light so that it was actually blocked by his back. We couldn't answer or say anything, so I just stared at him with hate in my eyes. He continued, his voice surprisingly level and soft. "We are not here to hurt you. I promise you that. By the time this is over, you will not have been physically harmed or forced to do anything you did not want to do," he said. In a way, his voice was kind of soothing, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to relax unless he took me home right now. "We are associates of some business partners of yours, I believe you know who they are, so saying their name is not needed. As a service to them for the many times that they have helped me and my own...ventures...out, we were asked to help them solve some of the problems that you are having," Turning and walking away from us, his hands folded neatly in front of us as if he was giving a lecture (instead of talking to two naked and scared women), he smiled at us gently. "You two seem to have a problem, so I'm told, with following orders and knowing your place. Now I know that you, Ms. Heigl, have been through training of some sort before, but that Ms. Kunis over here is, well, new to things," Mila and I looked at each other again as Clarence (if that was his real name) turned his back to us again. I could hear him rustling in a bag for something, his wide and broad shoulders bent as he searched. He finally stopped, lifting his hand out of the bag. "But no matter what level of training you are at," he said, producing what his hand held in front of us as Mila squealed in fear, "our process will be successful. I guarantee it, and I also guarantee that you will thank me for it later," My eyes went wide with fear now as well as he approached me. In his hand, he held a syringe with a very long needle attached to the top, a milky green liquid held in it's base. Touching the tip of the needle against my calf, I howled in pain as it sunk in, the plunger pushed in all the way as it's contents entered my body. My mind began to swirl and my eyes immediately grew heavy as neared unconsciousness. Before I blacked out, I heard the last words that he said. "Now, let the re-conditioning begin!" CHAPTER 8 - COMING SOON Go Back

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