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Subject: {ASSM} Hollywood After Dark - Ch. 5 (MF, FF, MFF, cons, oral, celeb) 2/2
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CONTINUED FROM FIRST POST UNDER SAME TITLE 1/2



KATHERINE'S STORY:

	After collapsing in Alex's bed, I finally woken up late in the
afternoon. Sliding off the bed groggily, I walked out of the bedroom
with a yawn to find Alex standing in front of a mirror, adjusting a
tuxedo.

	I walked up behind him and wrapped my hands around his waist.

	"Alex Hilt, what on Earth are you doing?" I asked.

	He turned around to look at me. "I'm going to a party," he said. For
a moment, I saw a look of hesitation in his eyes.

	"A party? Do you want me to come?"

	"No, that wouldn't be a good idea,"

	I suddenly understood. "It's Willis' party isn't it?"

	Alex nodded in reply, his eyes looking downward at the floor. "I
didn't want to wake you to tell you about it,"

	I stood there studying him for a moment, trying to understand what he
was telling me. Why in the hell, after all that we had been through,
was he actually VOLUNTARILY going to a party at Wilton Willis' house?

	"I appreciate that, but it still doesn't excuse the fact that you are
actually contemplating going to this thing. And in a tuxedo no less,"

	Alex placed his arms on my shoulders.

	"Katherine, look. I don't want to go just because it's a party. I
know how emotionally fragile you are right now - I am too in fact. But
if I go to this thing, it might actually help us later down the road,"

	I snorted in retort, crossing my arms under my chest. "How could that
possibly be?"

	"It's a costume party," he replied.

	"A costume party? That doesn't look like a costume to me,"

	"That's because it's not finished yet. I have to get a mask," Alex
replied. "And when I get the mask, then I will be all set,"

	I was still hesitant about the whole idea, actually shocked about it
would probably be a better word, but I let him continue any ways.

	"Here's what I'm thinking. All the men are required to wear masks at
the party. I think Willis stole the idea from 'Eyes Wide Shut' or
something, I don't know. Any ways, if I have a mask on, I will be able
to move freely about the party, listen in on conversations, etc and no
one will know the difference because they won't know who I am," he
said, holding his breath expectantly as he waited for my reaction.

	Truthfully, the idea was pretty ingenious. The only drawback would be
getting bad info or not knowing who exactly the info came from. I told
him as such.

	"No, you see that's the beauty of it. If I was looking for
generalized info, that would be a problem because you wouldn't know
who to trust. But since we are just looking for specific stuff, things
about the Rose Petals and Willis, then it won't be a problem. I can
float around in conversations, staying on the edge for just long
enough to pick up what I need to know,"

	"And you actually think this is going to work? What about the women,
who will you know to trust out of that group? Because you know how
Willis likes to pair up men with his little stable of kept women," I
asked, recalling bitterly the times that, before I meant Alex, Willis
had done just that to me.

	"I'll be careful and avoid any obvious come ons or traps. Who says I
have to screw anyone to get the info I want?" Alex replied with a bit
of a smile, fixing his bow tie on his tuxedo. Even in the nice fabric
of it, his large frame made him look more like a bouncer than a guest.
"Besides, I have to go to this thing. It would look weird if I didn't
show up, especially in hind sight of you being on the lam now,"

	"I guess you're right. But I can't stay here at your place much
longer any ways, it's not safe. I was planning on leaving and taking
my chances at home. My dog really needs to be fed," I said. Sucking in
air through my teeth, I consented to Alex going.

	"Promise me you will have a cell phone with you and I can call you
when and if anything happens to me," I said.

	"I promise. And the same for you - I'll call you as soon as I learn
anything,"

	"Alright then. Well, good luck finding a mask. Even though Halloween
is just over, I think most stores will probably be out of stock,"

	"Don't worry, this is LA. I'm sure somewhere there is a mask to be
found," Alex said warmly, kissing my cheek. "I need to get going
though. Are you sure you are going to be alright?"

	"Yes. Like you said before, I can't run from my problems forever.
I'll be fine,"

	"Ok. Call me if you have any problems," he said and then stepped out
the door. I locked it behind him and, disrobing, walked in and started
a shower.

	Even though I had taken one the night before, being back in LA was
comfort enough to add to the warm water flowing over me. I felt
totally at ease and relaxed as I stepped out and toweled off, taking a
moment of vanity to admire my nude body in the steamed mirror. I put
my hand over the Rose Petals tattoo, trying to recapture an image of
what my life had been like before all of this mess. It was hard to do.

	
	I left Alex's apartment just as the sun was going down and LA was
coming alive for the evening. This time of night always worried me.
You couldn't, as a pedestrian, see into car windows as they drove past
you, even though they could see you perfectly fine with their
headlights. Thankfully, it only lasted a few minutes every day and I
would be glad when today's had passed.

	I decided to walk home, just in case they had some people on the look
out for me in the cab system. It was only a few dozen blocks and if I
stuck to populated areas, I shouldn't have too much trouble.

	As I walked on, I saw that strangely, there weren't many people out.
In fact, the two or three blocks ahead of me looked practically empty,
with maybe half a dozen people for the dozens upon dozens of cars
zooming past next to the storefronts and sidewalks. I lowered my head
down and began to walk more quickly, hoping that when I got through
this empty and deserted area, there would be more people around for me
to blend into.

	My head down and my arms underneath my chest, it took me a moment to
realize that traffic had thinned out too. It wasn't bumper to bumper,
and there were in fact still a lot of cars (this was LA after all) but
I was moving pretty much at the same pace, block wise, as the traffic.

	Which is why when a black SUV changed lanes and began to move at the
EXACT same pace as me in the left hand lane closest to the sidewalk, I
felt my heart start to beat quite a bit faster. I stole a glance up
ahead and saw that the intersection there was roaring with cars,
leaving me very little chance to keep going if I wanted to, the bright
orange DO NOT WALK sign flashing violently.

	Approaching it now, I waited impatiently for it to turn, for the
light to turn, for ANYTHING to turn to get me away from this black as
night car that now idled next to me. For a moment, I thought that my
fears had been for naught when nothing happened from them - probably
just some guy checking me out - when all of a sudden, my heart sank as
I heard the doors of the vehicle open.

	I tried to play it off as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't
heard anything, despite the fact that I was now shivering in fear. I
heard two pairs of footsteps behind me and felt hands being placed on
my elbows.

	"Ms. Heigl, come with us," one of the voices said, my eyes closed so
tight that I didn't dare open them to look. I shook my head back and
forth hard, my hair swaying into their faces, but they wouldn't take
no for an answer. Grabbing onto my arms, they lifted me up off of the
ground.

	I began to kick and thrash violently, but they were much bigger than
me and despite my good physical condition, they managed to drag me
over to the car within a few seconds time, shoving me into the back
seat rudely as they shut the door, just making it in time for the
light to change.

	The car sped off and as I adjusted my eyes to the light, I saw Gordon
Hapsboro sitting in the passenger seat. Next to me were two well
dressed men, Secret Service looking types, who stared straight ahead,
their large bodies towering over me.

	"You are a hard woman to find Ms. Heigl," Hapsboro said with quite a
bit of glee in his voice, glee at having found me.

	"Fuck you," I spat back at him.

	"No no, you've already done that, remember? No, right now you appear
to have fucked your sisters in the Rose Petals,"

	I decided to play innocent "I don't know what the hell you are
talking about,"

	"Of course, of course. Now comes the part where I say 'We have ways
of making you talk' and then we cut the scene back to the hero,"
Hapsboro said, turning around to look at me. In the dying light of the
day, his face was mostly shadows except for the occasional gleam of
his teeth.

	"You realize that you just kidnapped me in broad daylight, right?" I
said, trying to steer the conversation in a way I could control.
Hapsboro would have none of it.

	"We didn't kidnap you. We simply acted on behalf of your sisters in
the Rose Petals who are very deeply concerned for you and want to make
sure that you are ok and that your little 'problem' from yesterday
doesn't happen again,"

	My heart sank and I felt tears start to well in my eyes. There was no
point in playing the tough girl any more. I began to sob.

	"Are you going to kill me?" I asked between gasps, the tears now
flowing down my cheek. Oh why had I left Alex's apartment when I did!
Of all the luck!

	"No, not today. But we are going to make sure that you don't forget
that the way you treated your sisters, not to mention Mr. Willis and
his organization yesterday, does not happen again,"

	I broke down in tears now, uncontrollable emotion as I tried to come
to grips with things. He wasn't going to kill me, but somehow the
thought of death had seemed less stressful and taxing than anything
else my over active imagination would likely come up with.

	As the car continued to move, another faceless guy driving behind the
wheel, I managed to compose myself enough to speak once again,
although my voice barely registered as a whisper.

	"What are you going to do to me?"

	Hapsboro didn't respond, only stared straight ahead. I found courage
in my voice and leaned forward in the seat for a moment before the
gruesome twosome pulled me back hard.

	"What are you going to do to me?" I asked again, my voice now rising
in fear.

	"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME!!!" I pleaded, begging for an answer.
The car continued onward and as I glanced out the window, I saw that
we were not in the best part of town. The buildings were run down and
the wino-to-citizen ratio was incredibly high. As the car made a left
turn, it drove a little ways and then stopped abruptly. My heart did
double time in my chest as I looked out the window at where we were.

	I felt myself grow pale, my body grow weak and limp. "No, not here.
Please Mr. Hapsboro, please!"

	"Ms. Heigl, the time for pleading is over. Do not worry, this won't
be painful. It will serve simply as a reminder of what the cost of
your actions brought on this organization last night.

	The side doors opened and the men grabbed me by the arm, pulling me
out. My legs were wobbly and as I tried to stand up, I found myself
unable to do so. The driver rolled down his window as one of the men
lifted me up onto his shoulder, my body slack but my heart and mind
racing.

	"I'd love to stay and offer you some moral support Ms. Heigl, but I
have a party I simply must attend. I trust Jules and Vince well
enough, I'm sure they will make sure you get home safely. Isn't that
right gentlemen?"

	"Yes sir," the one holding me grunted. With that, Hapsboro's window
rolled up and the two men carried me inside. I felt light headed and
then suddenly everything went black as I was led in to meet my
punishment for trying to screw the Rose Petals.




ALEX'S STORY:

	I managed to find my mask without too much difficulty, which ended up
being a bad thing. I drove to a costume shop a few blocks down from my
apartment and started browsing their left over Halloween stock. I
found a Greek comedy mask, one of those gold ones you always see at
theaters and play houses, except this one was all blue. Trying it on,
I was pleased with the way that it covered my face completely,
obscuring all but my eyes to the world. I paid the man behind the
counter and then walked out with it in my hands, tossing it on the
seat as I got into my car.

	Why it turned out to be a bad thing though, was simple: I now had
lots of time to kill before the party started. Which of course meant
that my mind had ample opportunity to go through all the possible
scenarios of how things could go wrong at the party: what if no one
else wore masks? Who was to say that people would even open up about
the Rose Petals at a party like this? Or that I could even trust them?

	All were valid questions as I drove my car, making loops around
blocks purposely to kill time. It was only 7 now, and the invitation
had said to be there no later than 8. That meant that I had about 45
minutes to kill before I actually decided to show up.

	The reasoning behind it was not as rude as you might think: getting
there early would simply draw attention to myself, as would arriving
later than the time the invitation said. It was best to show up with
the last group of stragglers, when Willis and the people in charge
would be busy getting things going and spending less time greeting
people.

	Heading towards the hotel, I pulled into it's parking garage and
simply sat in my car with the engine off, running through my plan in
my head. I think the fact that everyone would be wearing masks was
pretty much a given. And I knew from past experience that when people
started drinking at one of Willis' parties, they were very open to
talking. So two of my concerns were pretty negligible in the grand
scheme of things. What I didn't know, and why I was sitting in my car
now just hashing out every possible scenario, was if any of the
information would be trustworthy, and who it would be coming from.

	Katherine was right: it was the women at these things you had to look
out for. The men were certainly dangerous because with the power of
their pen, they could wipe you off the planet. But with the women,
they were far more deadly than one would think: they would seduce you
and pleasure you and get you talking and then stab you in the back
(perhaps both literally and figuratively) if it helped out this sick
little world that Willis had created.

	Which is why I had to be on my guard and pay attention to everything.
Women liked to gossip, and at a party like this, gossip would be
flowing as much as the wine. It was all a matter of selecting the
right information, the right vintage.

	 Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my mask and stepped out of the car.
Putting it on, I walked to the elevator, leading up to the penthouse
suite. As the elevator rose, I tried to calm my nerves. Looking in the
brass mirroring of the elevator, I fixed my hair and waited for the
ding. When it came, I stepped out onto the top floor, heading down the
hall.

	There was a doorman to greet me as I found the suite, situated right
in the middle of the floor. He didn't say a word, simply ushered me
in. Going inside, the party was actually quite a bit more than I
expected. There were about 75 people total there, the men all wearing
masks and the women formal evening gowns. A few of them looked at me
as I walked in, but otherwise they were pretty involved in their
conversations. I saw some of the same people from Willis' first party,
as well as quite a few from my encounter at the strip club. The
celebrities there were pretty much the same as before - some A
listers, but also quite a few of up and comers and a few who I now
knew to be Rose Petal members: Salma Hayek, Brittany Murphy, Tara
Reid. And off in the corner, talking with the bartender was none other
than Eliza Dushku herself. She was wearing a flowing green dress that
came all the way down to her ankles but left plenty of room up top to
expose her cleavage.

	Heading over to the bar, I gave her a quick glance and asked the
bartender for a drink. Eliza was leaning against the bar, drinking a
martini. She turned her attention to me and spoke.

	"You know, with all these damn masks, it's hard to tell who people
are. But you look strangely familiar," Eliza said, sipping her drink.

	I tried to keep my voice from expressing any nuances to give me away.
"Oh really?"

	"Yeah, you're build and all. If I hadn't already had three of these
things, I'm sure I would remember," Eliza said. I looked at her
directly now and watched as she pulled the olive in her glass out by
the toothpick and put it to her lips, sucking it in seductively.

	"You have a date for tonight?" she asked as she slowly chewed the
little green ball.

	"No, I decided to come alone,"

	Eliza rose from where she was leaning and walked over to me, brushing
her arm against mine as she was about to leave.

	"Well, you let me know if you need some company. I'm dying to see
what is behind that mask," she said, sauntering away slowly. I turned
and watched her go, my heart rate slowing a bit now that she was gone.
I finished my drink and had the bartender freshen me up another one as
I scanned the party.

	The suite was quite large, probably the biggest I had ever seen in a
hotel. The main ballroom area had a full on orchestra going and with
the suits and evening dresses, one would think this was a high class
affair. I of course, knew better.

	Leaving the bar, I mingled in with the guests, heading over to a
crowd of about six or so who were standing in a circle, their voices
low. On the arm of one of them was Molly Sims, that model from the Old
Navy commercials and some show on MTV. She looked slightly bored by
the conversation which, strangely enough, was reason for me to become
interested. I lingered around the edge of the group, sipping my drink
through the mask (a task that was a bit more difficult than it
sounded)

	"I hear they got caught with a shit load of coke and the cops hauled
their asses out naked," one of the men said.

	"Yeah, that's what I heard too. Only, it wasn't coke, it was some
dope as well. Damn, you would think Willis would be more careful than
that,"

	"Willis was there?"

	"Na, don't be such a prick. He wouldn't involve himself with stupid
stuff like that. Now that Hapsboro guy on the other hand..."

	"Hey guys, lighten up. This is their party after all, no need to
start stupid rumors and reputation bashing,"

	The conversation shifted to something else and I drifted away,
mingling in on the party. Most of the rest of the people were content
to talk about other things, stocks and what not, and quite frankly it
didn't concern me. Behind my mask, I felt strangely invisible. Like a
fly on the wall in a million different rooms with a million different
conversations.

	Brushing past Julie Bowen from that show "Ed", I felt a tap on the
shoulder.

	"Mr. Hilt?" the voice said. I turned around and saw a stocky looking
man, wearing a Lone Ranger style mask.

	"Yes?" I said, disappointed that my anonymity was broken. 

	"Enjoying the party?" the man asked. I recognized the voice - it was
Gordon Hapsboro. He wore a slimming looking suit with a pastel orange
tie, which matched the rest of his outfit pretty well, especially
considering the Halloween/fall theme of the party.

	"Yes, thank you. Mr. Hapsboro, correct?"

	"Guilty as charged," Hapsboro said. "The mask isn't much. I didn't
want the guests to not be able to find the host,"

	"Indeed," I said, sipping my drink. "You are pretty adapt at picking
people out of a crowd. Eliza Dushku didn't even recognize me,"

	Hapsboro laughed. "Yes, well women seem to only know you by your
pocket fold sometimes. Say, how are things going on your film? I
haven't heard much lately, I've been busy with Mr. Willis and all,"

	"They are going alright. I took some time away because of some
personal things,"

	"I'm sorry to hear that. Are they resolved now?"

	"Yes, thank you for asking. I will probably come back on the lot on
Monday," I said, trying to gauge if Hapsboro would be probing much
deeper, because truthfully, I didn't have many more answers that
weren't flat out lies. Thankfully though, a blonde passed between us
and it caught his attention.

	"Well, I hope to see you around soon. If you'll excuse me,"

	"Of course," I said as he walked off after the woman. I waited for
him to go before edging out away from the ballroom area and towards
the more secluded hallways. The drink had run right through me,
probably from nerves, and I needed to find a bathroom.

	At the end of one end of the suite was the bathroom and I walked into
it, taking a leak as I pondered Eliza's comments. Had she known it was
me and was simply playing coy, or was Hapsboro right? It was tough to
take much of what he said at face value, but she had certainly lost
interest fairly quick.

	Zipping up, I walked out of the restroom with my drink and headed
back towards the party. As I passed one of the private rooms, I heard
rather loud voices talking. I stopped for a moment, listening. It was
two women and it sounded like they were arguing. Leaning in closer to
the door, I couldn't resist peeking inside to see what they were
arguing about.

	Though I could only see out of one eye, I clearly made out two
celebrities sitting on the bed. Both were on the left hand edge, their
dresses folded beneath them as they faced one another. One was a
blonde, who I recognized almost immediately to be Kirsten Dunst. She
had her hand out in front of her, so as I couldn't see it because of
the other girl. Straining my head in further, I still couldn't see her
face dead on but as I looked deeper in the room, a mirror on the far
wall reflected them to me just enough for me to make out the second
woman: Rachael Leigh Cook.

	Watching them, I scanned down the hallway to see if anyone saw me
standing there eavesdropping. There was a pillar in the way of the
hall, and a plant next to it so as far as I could tell, I was in the
clear. I looked back into the room and strained to listen.

	"Come on Rachael, I've worked hard at convincing the other members," 

	"I know that Kirsten, but I'm just not ready. I don't like the idea
of a secret club and all that,"

	"Don't think of it as a club. Think of it as a way to go and blow off
steam, to be who you want to be without any repercussions,"

	"Be what? A slut?"

	"Hey, look bitch, don't call me a slut. We all do what we have to do.
And if you start to enjoy it, well that's your own thing. Me, I'm just
in it for the sex. I just love hanging around with beautiful women
like you,"

	As I watched through the door, I saw that Kirsten's hand was on
Rachael's left breast, the strap of her dress pulled down over her
shoulder and Kirsten kneaded it in her hand. Rachael looked very
uncomfortable, shifting her weight on the bed.

	"Look, I said I wasn't ready alright? And stop that...it's not
helping anything,"

	"Oh, I think it's helping things just fine," Kirsten cooed, leaning
her head down towards Rachael's chest. Rachael stood up suddenly,
throwing Kirsten off as she fell face first onto the bed.

	"I said STOP ok? God, I don't even know why I came to this party,"

	Kirsten, looking rather pissed off, stood up from the bed. Her face
was a real mask now - a mask of anger.

	"Bitch, you really don't know who you are messing with here. This
isn't the sort of thing that you just say no to and then forget about.
This is your career, your life you are talking about,"

	"Are you threatening me?"

	Kirsten laughed bitterly. "Oh, that's rich. Ms. Josie & The
Pussycats, a huge flop, is saying I'm threatening her precious
career,"

	Rachael crossed her arms under her chest, oblivious to the fact that
her breast was exposed.

	"I think you better leave,"

	"Gladly," Kirsten said, picking her purse up from the bed and heading
towards the door. I dashed quickly back down the hall, slowing as I
grew nearer to the bathroom, trying to make it seem like I was just
another guest, not a spy.

	I turned my head casually and watched as Kirsten stormed out of the
room, slamming the door hard behind her as she walked off in a huff.
She saw me looking and flipped me off.

	"What the hell are you staring at?" she spat angrily and then marched
off down the hall and around the corner, out of sight. I stood where I
was for a few moments then slowly made my way back down the hall. I
hadn't seen Rachael come out and as I listened at the door again, I
thought I heard some noise. Knocking gently on it, Rachael's angry
voice yelled at me.

	"Go away Kirsten,"

	Opening the door slowly, I stuck my head in.

	"Is everything alright?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound more
concerned than curious.

	"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else," Rachael said, turning
her head away. "Yeah, everything is fine,"

	I opened the door wider. "It didn't sound fine when that woman
stormed out. Would you like to talk about it?"

	Rachael lifted her head and looked at me, studying me as half of my
body was in the door frame. She sighed.

	"Yeah, sure, come in. I don't think you would understand though," she
said. I shut the door behind me and walked over to the bed, sitting a
safe distance away from her.

	Rachael glanced down at her chest and saw that she was exposed.
Laughing, she pulled her dress back up, securing her breast back in
it's rightful spot.

	"Life is funny sometimes, you know?" she said quietly. "You never
know what to expect,"

	"Yeah," I said, not quite sure what else to say. Rachael inhaled
deeply.

	"See, there's this group...they want me to join them and...well, I
don't want to, at least not right now any ways,"

	"The Rose Petals," I said, already regretting the words as soon as
they came out of my mouth.

	Rachael eyed me warily. "Yeah...how did you know?"

	"Well, they aren't exactly a state secret for people at this party,"
I said, hoping that the save would work. It did.

	Rachael laughed to herself. "No, I suppose you are right. They
aren't. So yeah, the Rose Petals want me to join and the thing is, I
don't think my career needs it right now. I mean, I'm not ready for
that kind of life altering commitment. Not yet at least,"

	"I understand. You have been pretty successful so far?" I asked.

	"Sorta. I've done a few movies that were hits but other than that,
things have been kind of shitty. I was used to it when I was younger,
taking crappy 'Girl #2' kind of roles, but now I just wish that things
were doing better. Maybe joining them would really help. I don't know,
it's all such a huge ordeal,"

	"They aren't something you can back out of very easily either,"

	Rachael looked at me warily again. "You seem to know a lot about
them..."

	I cleared my throat. "Well, yes, I mean no...just what I hear, that
sort of thing. It's a kind of member for life sort of thing,"

	"Yeah, exactly. Like the mob,"

	"Right. Only, with lesbians,"

	Rachael laughed, brushing some hair back from her face behind her
ear. She wore a burgundy dress, the front of it ruffled and the silky
material wrapping around the rest of her body. Unlike Eliza's outfit,
she didn't really need to boost her cleavage. Even in the dress, I
could tell that Rachael was very well endowed.

	"Well, I wouldn't let them pressure you. Think about it a little bit
and then maybe make your decision," I said to her, trying to keep her
talking.

	"Yeah, I think I will. Hey, thanks for the advice. Can I see under
your mask?"

	I flinched. "Isn't that against the rules of the party?"

	"Yeah, but who is going to see us,"

	"Good point," I said, leaving an awkward moment in the air. Rachael
scooted towards me on the bed, her small hands moving up towards my
face.

	"Do you mind?"

	"No, I guess it's alright,"

	With that, Rachael placed her hands on the side of my mask and lifted
it upwards, letting it come to rest on my head.

	She studied my face for a moment. "Hmm...don't think I've met you
before. You're kind of cute,"

	I felt myself blush, even as my mind dissected her comments. This
couldn't be a trap, could it?

	"Thanks," I replied. "You aren't too bad yourself,"

	Now it was Rachael's turn to blush. It was a delicate thing to watch
her blush, her face turning a soft shade of pink, obviously shy by the
compliment.

	"Thank you," she said, looking down at her hands in her lap. She
looked up at me again. "I'm Rachael by the way,"

	I extended my hand, which she shook. "Alex. Alex Hilt,"

	"Nice to meet you Alex," Rachael said. There was another long pause
before Rachael spoke again.

	"Want to hear something crazy I just thought of?"

	"Sure,"

	"Well, when the other girl, Kirsten, was in here, she was sort
of...rubbing my...you know, breast. And it got me a little turned on
in spite of myself. So I was thinking, since we are in this room all
alone and all, and you are pretty handsome..."

	"I was only cute a moment ago, wow I've been upgraded," I said
jokingly, Rachael laughing a little giddily at the joke.

	"Yeah, well, now that I've started talking to you, I think the
upgrade is warranted,"

	"So you were thinking..."

	"Oh yeah, right," Rachael said. I wasn't trying to rush her or
anything but her comments and the sight of her breast just a few
minutes early had really started to turn me on, a fact that I was
trying to hide as best as possible in my pants. "So I was thinking if
it would be alright if I kissed you,"
	
	"I don't see why not," I said softly to her. Rachael smiled - a
dazzling sight to behold, her small mouth curving upward as her
dimples rose a bit from her face. Her cute button nose added to the
overall effect of making this small girl look down right adorable as
her brown eyes locked onto my own.

	Leaning in, Rachael slowly pressed her lips against mine. It wasn't a
passionate kiss, at least not one that she was trying to make into
one, but the effect it had on me was staggering. Feeling her soft lips
against my own sent my nerves racing as I inhaled deeply the scent of
her perfume rising from her neck and bosom.

	I slowly placed my arm around Rachael's back and pulled her closer,
holding the kiss for as long as I could. Her mouth opened hesitantly
and her tongue slid into my mouth. Everything she did was slow and
methodical but strangely, from my experience with all the other women
in Willis' harem (a fact which I didn't know if Rachael was one or
not), was deliciously intoxicating.

	Rachael pulled her lips away from mine after a moment, licking her
bottom lip with her tongue as she bit and nibbled down on it.

	"That felt pretty good," she whispered to me, our eyes locked in such
a way that the mere thought of looking away from her would seem almost
blasphemous.

	I nodded in reply and then took the lead, pressing my mouth into hers
again. This time, even though the kiss was still decidedly soft,
Rachael seemed to come alive. She allowed my hand on her back to roam
further upward until my fingers touched the back of her bare neck, the
delicate hairs moving underneath my finger tips. Pressing my body
against her, I held onto the back of her dress and slowly began to
lean her backwards on the bed, our lips staying locked as she came to
a rest on the soft comforter of the bed.

	I shifted my weight and looked down at her, Rachael's chest heaving
in excitement. Her eyes told so much about her - this was not a trap
that I was stepping into. In fact, Rachael seemed like the kind of
girl that would there in the trap with you, too shy to really even
take the risk of just kissing me outright: she had to ask first. Her
eyes also however, let me know that she was very much interested in
where this was going, despite her apparent reservations to go there
with Kirsten.

	My weight on top of her now, I kissed Rachael again as I pressed my
hips into her lower body, just between her legs. Rachael gasped
slightly into my mouth as she felt my manhood laying against her
through our clothes. I lifted my mouth and Rachael's hands wasted no
time moving down to the belt buckle of my pants and undoing it
clumsily. I placed my hands on her shoulders and slid down the straps
slowly, exposing her small upper body as I gently tugged on her dress
until her breasts came free.

	I was right about their size. A solid C cup, Rachael's breasts were
firm and large as I placed my hands on top of them, feeling her
nipples grow hard beneath my palms. Her nipples were a rich shade of
brown and despite her modesty at first, seemed to be responding quite
well to my touch, her body taking over where her mind left off.

	Rachael unclasped my belt buckle and pulled down my pants with her
hands, allowing my cock to spring free as I leaned into her, digging
my feet into the floor as my now free cock to sway in front of her
between her legs. Rachael seemed transfixed by the sight of it and
followed it with her eyes, even as I licked at her neck, my hands
squeezing her tits hard enough to make her gasp.

	My ear by her mouth, Rachael's lust had taken full control now. "I
want you to fuck me Alex. This is nothing but two people having sex,
so don't think of it as anything more than that. I'm not ready for a
commitment right now, so let's just enjoy this anonymous coupling,"

	"Not a problem," I said to her. Truthfully, my own lust had the best
of me now too. I was dying simply to just pull up her dress and thrust
into her, expensive fabric be damned. I restrained myself however,
until Rachael herself took the lead and pulled at the hem of her
dress, bunching it up by her belly. I glanced down to see the smooth
outline of her stomach and the inevitable drop off of where her pussy
began. There was a small patch of hair down there that I could see and
as my cock bobbed around looking for her opening as if on it's own, I
felt the coarseness of her cunt rub against my flesh.

	I finally had to free one hand as I took my cock in it and lined it
up with her opening. Rachael gasped as the head pressed against her
slightly wet pussy. With a little bit of slow pacing but still enough
force to turn her on, I thrust into Rachael, popping the head and the
first few inches of my shaft into her pussy.

	Holding her breasts in my hands again, I squeezed them as I thrust
more and more of my cock into her snatch. Rachael cried out in
pleasure, wrapping her legs around my waist as she locked them in,
trying to pull me in deeper.

	Her small body rocked completely on the bed as I began to work myself
in and out of her. It really was a good old fashioned fuck like
Rachael had wanted and strangely, the anonymity and randomness of it
was turning me on to no end. It wasn't every day that you just walked
into a room and began to have sex with a woman, but I wasn't going to
curse my luck right now and stop.

	Rotating my cock slightly, Rachael's heels dug into my back as I
bottomed out inside of her, feeling the tip of my prick stretch out
her tight pussy and reach the depths of her cervix. Rachael must have
been as reserved about sex as I had first pictured because the feel of
her cunt around my cock all pointed towards a woman who didn't have
sex very often at all. Still though, the feel of her silken channel,
like a glove of velvet around my cock, was hot and warm and
increasingly wet as I fucked her steadily now, sliding in and out of
her with growing ease.

	Racheal's head thrashed back and forth on the bed, her mouth frozen
in a look of ecstasy as she kept her eyes clamped shut, occasionally
managing to whisper an "Oh yes!" or "Unnggh" during my strokes. As I
continued to fuck her, something seemed to click in my head. Rachael
was an innocent after all, just like I had been. She had been lured to
this party, no doubt, because of the guest list and now that she had
essentially told Kirsten Dunst and the Rose Petals to fuck off, that
meant at least initially that she would be open to hearing about my
plans on bringing them down. It was still quite early to tell, but her
innocence would certainly be something that would be useful, should
she decide to help.

	It was this image, of an innocent Rachael Leigh Cook pretending to be
a shy girl just so she could help out in ruining this little oligarchy
that Willis had set up, that aroused me the most. She was like a
repressed librarian sort of - albeit a damn cute one - and the thought
of her offering herself up was just too much for me to bear. Grunting,
I thrust hard into her and then began to cum.

	Shooting long, thick ropes of cum into her pussy, Rachael's eyes
opened up and we stared at each other as my own orgasm brought her
off. She smiled at me, a smile of pleasure and strangely, trust, as I
continued to coat and fill her insides with my potent seed. As I
finished cumming, I continued to thrust inside of her, keeping her own
pleasure going long enough to let her reach her final wave of pleasure
before settling back down, both of us out of breath and exhausted.

	I slowly pulled myself out of Rachael's now dripping pussy, pulling
my pants back up and refastening my belt. Rachael sat up on the bed
and pulled her dress back on to where it was supposed to be, fixing
her hair.

	"Alex," she said softly as I zipped up my pants, the mention of my
name causing me to look up.

	"Yes Rachael?"

	"What I said...about this being a one time thing...I'm not sure if I
meant that or not. The sex was great, certainly, and I think I needed
it to help calm me down from all the stress tonight. But...maybe it
was just me but..."

	"Go on Rachael, I'm listening," I said as gently as possible.

	"Well, I felt a kind of connection with you tonight. Did you feel
anything like that?"

	I smiled at her. "Yes Rachael, I did. I'm not quite sure what it was,
but it was certainly a spark,"

	Now she smiled. "Yeah, a spark. Great way of putting it. Any ways, I
really loved how you helped calm me down. Maybe we can get together
sometime, you know, outside of this atmosphere, and talk a bit,"

	"I would love that Rachael," I said. And I would too. If she was
feeling the same sort of things I was, then perhaps she would be a
valuable ally in this little war of ours.

	"Ok, well here's my number," Rachael said, reaching into her purse
and scribbling down a number with one of the hotel pens. "Call me any
time, I'll try to meet you if I'm not shooting,"

	"Sounds great. Listen, I hate to do this but...I think I better get
back to the party. And you should too probably,"

	"Yes, I think you're right," Rachael said softly. "Ok, well you go on
ahead and I'll come out a few minutes later. Here, don't forget your
mask,"

	I had totally forgotten about it, lost in the moment with Rachael and
the delicate way that she had caressed my face when she removed it. I
put it back on, but lifted the bottom to speak to her.

	"Bye Rachael, hope to see you soon,"

	"You too Alex," she said, blowing me a kiss.

	I stepped out of the room, my mask now securely on and slowly walked
out into the ballroom where all the other guests were. As I began to
walk through the crowd again, something felt different. The hairs on
the back of my neck began to stand up and as I looked around, I
noticed that the party guests weren't just chatting idily, they were
whispering and looking at me.

	Scanning the room, I saw that the women were doing the same thing. In
fact, some of the Rose Petal girls were actually flat out staring. I
glanced down at myself and, not finding an undone fly or anything like
that, looked up again as I walked to the bar. A man and his wife who
had been sitting there saw me coming and suddenly stood up, walking
away quickly.

	Sitting down at the bar, I asked the bartender for another drink. He
brought it to me, but then leaned in close to my ear.

	"Listen man, I know this is going to sound weird but I think you
should get out of here. A few minutes ago, I saw the head guys talking
and then all of a sudden, the mood of the place changed. I don't know
what it was but when you came out a second ago, everyone got all
tense. Did you notice that?"

	I drank from my drink. "Yes, a little bit,"

	"Well, if I were you, I'd just walk out right now like you planned on
doing it. Nothing fancy, don't make a scene. But I'm getting some bad
mojo vibes from this and I think you might have something to do with
it.

	"Thanks for the heads up," I said, setting my drink back down.
Glancing down at my hand, I saw that it was shaking slightly.
Steadying it, I rose from the bar and walked towards the exit, first
in a casual stroll and then in a more hurried pace, the hair on the
back of my neck standing up again. I passed by Rachael and she looked
confused as I blew past her, not wanting to stop and talk to her. The
bartender had been right. Things had gotten weird all of a sudden, and
this was not the kind of place to stick around and try to figure it
out.

	Hustling back to my car, I kept looking over my shoulder to see if I
had been followed. I hadn't, but I still didn't manage to shake the
paranoia I had until I had gotten a few blocks from the hotel, my time
at the party lasting a whopping hour and a half.

	Driving home, I saw that the porch light outside my apartment was on.
Strange, I thought to myself. I guess Katherine had come back a bit
earlier.

	Climbing the stairs, I opened the front door. Inside, it was pitch
black dark and as I stepped inside, I heard a voice call to me. It was
a weak sound, but my name could clearly be heard. Switching on a
light, I listened again and followed it as the person, a woman,
repeated it.

	It was coming from the kitchen. Walking into it, the very dim light
of the living room not even illuminating even half of the room, I saw
a figure standing against the far wall. It was Katherine. Only...in
some way, it wasn't.

	"Katherine? Is that you?" I asked hesitantly. I could hear soft sobs
coming from her and though my first instinct was to rush over to her,
something told me to stay where I was.

	"Yes, it's me Alex. Oh God,"

	"Katherine, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice now deep with concern.

	"It's...they found me Alex," she said, a resigned tone in her voice.

	My heart froze. "They found you? How?"

	"When I was going home. Oh Alex, they...they punished me,"

	"What? How? Are you alright?"

	Still sobbing, Katherine suddenly put her hand to the wall switch
nearest to her and the light over the kitchen table lit up, casting
her in a pale yellow halo. As my eyes adjusted to the sudden change in
light, I gasped at what I saw.

	Katherine stood naked in front of me, only...it wasn't quite her.
There was no mistaking her face, the way she stood, all of the little
nuances that a person has. But everything else about her seemed
confusing and different. Her long, blonde hair was gone. Instead, it
had been cut into a somewhat rugged short length, and had been dyed
brunette so well that you would never have thought that she was a
blonde in the first place.

	Scanning down her body, I again was shocked to see her breasts.
Through each one of her nipples hung a small gold ring - they had been
pierced. The area around them was somewhat red and swollen and the
entire thing looked somewhat painful. Her belly and thighs were also
red, long strips of color on her pale skin. Places where it looked
like whips or belts or something had been. And finally, the one
beautiful patch of pussy hair that she had diligently kept trimmed was
now gone, her cunt shaved bare.

	I was in shock at seeing all this, and Katherine began to cry anew
now at my expression of surprise.
	
	"Oh Alex, it was so horrible. They whipped me, they tied me down...I
passed out before they changed my hair but when I woke up, I saw that
they had put these...these THINGS in my breasts. Oh God Alex, they
treated me like property. Like cattle. They were laughing and joking
the whole time, even as I screamed. They said they were branding me,
making sure I knew I was 'theirs'," she said. With that last comment,
she collapsed on her knees onto the floor, her back sliding down
against the wall.

	I rushed over to her, holding her in my arms.

	"I...I didn't tell them about you, even though they wanted to know.
But Alex, I think they DO know! Or they will soon. They kept saying
something about having ways, about knowing that I wasn't working
alone..." she said, sobbing into my chest.

	I held her there like that for a few minutes, just letting her cry it
all out, the entire shock of it all - of Katherine getting caught and
abused like this - just pissed me off further. And now that they might
be looking for me...it all seemed to fall into place. The hesitant
stares at the party...the hairs on the back of my neck...

	I shuddered at the thought of what was to come, but knew full well
that there was nothing I could do to stop it.




WILLIS' STORY:

	"This better be good Gordon, dragging me away from the party like
this," I said to my assistant as he shut the door of one of the
bedrooms here in the suite. It was already approaching 2 in the
morning and even though most of the guests had left, there was still a
few stragglers that I felt compelled to entertain.

	"It is sir. Very good. We have pinpointed our problem with the Rose
Petals last night," Hapsboro said.

	"You have? Excellent. And who was it, were the suspicions about Ms.
Heigl correct?"

	"Yes sir, they were. But she wasn't acting alone. I'm afraid that
there is someone else in the organization that was helping her out,
someone we didn't find out about until a few hours ago,"

	"Who?"

	"Remember that screen writer you hired, Alex Hilt? It's him sir,"

	I sighed to myself. Hilt had seemed like a good kid, a friendly guy.
"You are positive?"

	"Yes sir. We checked out where he was last night and we haven't been
able to put a trace on him other than a trip he made to Las Vegas
around 5 in the morning. He stopped at a Vegas gas station and we
pulled the card from the credit card company,"

	Rubbing my eyes, to say that these findings disappointed me was an
understatement. But business was business and I could not let my
emotions get involved.

	"Alright, well let's take care of him very soon. Pull no punches
Gordon, this thing ends with him,"



	CHAPTER 6 - COMING SOON


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