Day Job

By Katie McN  <katie_mcn@earthlink.net> (c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN


Reventlow Paladrino is probably the most important man in Hollywood. 

No, you haven't heard of him. Of course not. The guy is the ultimate 
insider. But, can you think of any other person who could command the 
use of the Jules Stein Office on the sixteenth floor of the MCA Black 
Tower with just a single phone call? 

RP is the brains behind six of the top ten grossing pictures of all 
time. His deal financing is so fucking amazing. Why, I remember a time 
back in the late seventies, when he almost put Bank of America out of 
business with one of his 225% participation programs. I mean the guy is 
beyond belief ... he fucking has it all. 

But, I've got to say that I admire him most for all the pussy he gets. 
I mean he gets more gash than King Solomon ever did, if you know what I 
mean, Jerry. 

When it comes to pussy, I get more than my fair share, Jer, but this 
guy. Wow. And some of the stories you hear. 

Unbelievable!! 

Take last time ... He was doing principal casting for the "Life of 
Mother Theresa." 

No, of course not, Jerry, he never leaves the important details like 
that to his little people. 

That's one of the reasons he is so fucking great. 

Anyhow, he brought in the three actresses. Big actresses! You know ... 
three of the very top cunts in the business. 

They each thought they had a lock on the part of Mom T, meeting or no. 

I don't really want to mention their names here in the Studio 
Commissary, but I'll just say number two, four and five box office 
gross leaders over the last three years. Yep, that's right, you know 
who I mean. 

Hey, don't bust my balls on this, Jer. 

Of course, I know he went with an unknown on that film. 

But fuck man, the guy was just trying to get laid by some of the 
hottest broads in films. These cunts normally keep their golden pussies 
under lock and key and don't put out for anybody. 

It was a total scam start to finish, baby. No shit. 

Way I hear it, all three of them showed up at his office around two in 
the afternoon, and the first thing they noticed was each other. 

He didn't bother to tell them they were going to meet with the others, 
as a group. It must of been funnier than shit. Fuck, did I laugh out 
loud the first time I heard about it. 

Hell yes they were steamed! They couldn't leave when they found out, 
either, even though they wanted to real bad. I mean, they knew if they 
left they'd lose out on the biggest role of the year. 

That fucking guy is sheer genius. 

I mean three of the most competitive broads in the whole town, standing 
right there, steaming. All three of 'em decided on the spot that they 
were going do anything, and I mean anything, to shit on the other two. 

Look, Jerry, I don't think it's a good idea for ya to continue to 
mention their names here. Someone might be listening, baby. 

Let's just call 'em A, B and C in case some shit is trying to overhear 
our conversation. Yah, we gotta make a living in this town, Jer. 

Well, RP came out of his office and acted just like a meeting with 
these three broads is everyday. 

"Hello A. You look so good darling." 

"B, have you changed your hair? Goodness you sure can warm an old guy 
like me up." 

"C who is dressing you these days, baby? God, you're looking great." 

Yah, yah, we all heard his shit before. Still fucking works though. The 
guy is something else. 

Anyhow, he had a bottle of Dom cooling in the office. The big fucker, I 
don't know what they call it, Jer, don't drink that shit myself. But 
the broads ... they were eating it up. 

First, he got them warmed up by telling 'em that marketing figured the 
story should box office at 200 million plus. Where the fuck those guys 
get that shit, I'll never know. 

The babes believed every fucking thing RP said. He got their attention 
real good and more than ever they wanted to get that fucking Mother T 
role. 

The real ass kicker was when he told them that he didn't give a shit 
about the money. No, no. This was the film he had waited all his life 
to do, and he was going to put everything the studio had behind the 
picture. 

RP told the broads he expected Oscars all around. Ya know, Cannes out 
the ying yang and fucking Golden Globes. Mother Fucking Theresa! Holy 
shit!! 

But, they bought it, Jer, hook line and sinker. Hook fucking line and 
sinker, baby. Damn, I wish we'd been there, Jerry. Shit, must a been a 
fucking zoo. 

Now comes the major league hook. 

RP reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a story treatment. He 
told 'em he was thinking Spielberg for this masterpiece and explained 
that the film was looking like 3 plus hours of dialog, so good 
Shakespeare would have given his left nut to write it. 

Needless to say, he got B's attention, right away. You know how she is 
really into those endless tragic bullshit movies, and add some fucking 
director who can't speak English, why, you just know, she would have a 
hard time keeping her hand from sneaking down to her pussy. 

The chicks found out the story was going to provide some early life 
details of the Sainted Mother. Ya know, little known shit some scholars 
at USC Film School were able to dig up. RP sure as shit got them to 
stand up and take notice with that crap, let me tell you. 

It was easy for RP to see they were ready to kill each other to get the 
part, and no chance they would let one of other bimbos be the one to 
land it either. No fucking way, baby. 

He told them that nudity is integral to the story, and asked if "Anyone 
got a problem with this as long as it's tastefully done?" No, no. They 
all remembered their early days when they were just getting started, 
and, shit, they can do nudity standing on their heads. Wait a minute, C 
did stand on her head in that one Adam and Eve vid. Yah, only a few 
people saw that one before the studio bought up the negative. You know, 
Jerry, I bet, no one ever figured out how she picked up the beer bottle 
after she squatted down on it, but that's another story. 

"Whoever gets this role has to start out playing her at 14and go all 
the way to 92 years of age. We can do the 92 in makeup, but the 14 is 
another problem." The big man. 

"All of you know Mother Theresa was a hooker before she saw the light." 
They didn't know, but felt it would be bad form to let on, and so they 
all just nodded their heads and agreed with RP. 

"Okay, we got to get the audience into this film. We can't let anyone 
think we're making some exploitation shit, not with these real meaty 
scenes where you can just feel her pain. I'm sure you babes can see 
this is Oscar fucking material for sure. Now you three bimbos are the 
best looking women in Hollywood or anywhere else for that matter. So I 
got no problem with you playing hookers. I just can't take a chance on 
you being prima fucking donnas and killing the budget with a bunch of 
bullshit demands. You all understand what I'm saying, don't you?" RP 
was coming across like some combination of Spielberg and Hitchcock and 
they just looked at him awestruck. 

"Look, any one of you can get a deal where you fart into a bottle for 
$15 million. That's not the point, ladies. Fuck no! Now, I'm going to 
have everything on the line with this film and unless you're willing to 
go that extra mile, I can't take a chance with you." Pure class, RP, 
yes! 

It sounded like fucking art to the broads, and they wanted the part so 
bad they could just shit. 

"Okay. Let's see the legs, girls." RP was taking charge now. 

The three grand dames of the motion picture industry were looking at 
him in stunned disbelief, but he just stayed cool, very cool. 

"Look, you don't have to do any of this shit. No fucking way. You're 
big stars, but I can't take a chance on picking a leading lady who 
won't follow my vision." 

Next thing you know A's dress was moving up over the knees, and yes, 
she still wears seamed stockings and a garter belt. You know how she 
likes to accidentally show off those incredible legs when she gets in 
and out of cars. Yep, she flashes beaver shots out the wazzoo, baby. 
You've seen it, Jerry, her pussy looks real good with her legs spread 
wide and her love box airing out in the breeze. 

Well shit, Jerry, the other babes got their dresses going up, too. 
There was no fucking chance someone was going to top one of those 
bimbos. The Mother Fucking Theresa part was pure juice and it was all 
they could think about, baby. 

RP just stood there and watched those three broads run amuck. 

The dames didn't act like they were paying attention to each other, 
but, sure as shit, they saw everything that was going on with the other 
two bitches. 

When A got her skirt up an inch or so higher than B, it was like no 
time at all before B was up 2 more inches, and fucking C beat all three 
of 'em soon as she saw what was happening. RP got to look at three of 
the biggest money broads in Hollywood with their dresses pulled up 
around their necks, looking just like starlets getting ready to hit the 
casting couch. 

Fucking RP promised me he'd show me the video his hidden cameras took, 
but he never has, Jerry, and am I pissed. 

"Okay girls, this is getting us fucking nowhere." RP was smiling and 
beaming as he checked out what kind of underwear these babes were 
wearing. Fuck, Jerry, I would of ripped right through the front of my 
pants and cum all over myself if I'd been there. 

"Screw this leg shit, why not just take your dresses off, and quit 
fooling around." 

Well, at this point, C was fucking into it and not really thinking 
about what he was saying. No, she was just out to kick some ass, and 
the other two bitches weren't going to get one inch ahead of her. 

Well, off came C's dress and she was standing there in nothing but 
heels and panty hose. No, Jerry, she doesn't wear underwear. I can't 
remember her ever wearing any to tell you the truth. Yah, I can't agree 
with you more, baby, those tits are so fucking firm, she doesn't need 
any help to keep them pointing at you like two fucking rockets. 

Shit, Jerry, the other two girls saw this and they couldn't wait to 
take off their clothes. It was like a strip show, baby. They were all 
watching each other and when one made a move and took something off, 
the other ones matched it piece for piece. Off came the dresses, slips, 
bras, garter belts and stockings. Man, in no time at all, three of the 
best looking bimbos you'd every want to see were standing there in 
nothing but their high heels and jewelry. I would of blown my wad right 
then, Jerry, fucking A. 

RP, though, remained very calm as the broads were ripping their clothes 
off in a fucking frenzy. You know, that guy has more class than a 
football. Next, he told the broads that he had something they just had 
to see in his inner office, and off they went naked as jay birds, not 
even thinking if they would see their clothes again. Man, the guy knows 
his shit and we missed the whole fucking thing. 

Well, once RP and the bimbos got inside his inner office, he handed 
them scripts and told them that they had some real work to do. 

"Okay A and B, I want to see how sensitively you'll handle this love 
scene. What do you mean where's the guy? Fucking Mother Theresa was a 
lesbian before she got converted. What the fuck's wrong with you 
broads?" 

B didn't figure anything was wrong with her, and she wanted that part 
more than you could imagine. A was also ready to do whatever it took to 
get the part, and didn't give a shit what it was, either. 

Well, RP got to stand there and watch A and B sucking on each others' 
tongues for just about ever, and the word I got is that these two 
broads knew a hell of a lot more about lezzie shit than a straight 
bitch should. Yah, Jerry, just about every big name fem star in town is 
a lezzie, so it really wasn't a stretch for them to get it on like 
that. 

RP just stood there and kind of made suggestions like he's the 
director. "B suck on her tit like you mean it, girl. A get your hand 
moving between her legs so she can really feel something. This is gonna 
be a close up shot, so make it look real, baby. I want to hear some 
screaming and moaning here, just like you do when you really get off." 
Well, this didn't really turn out to be a big problem for the babes, 
Jerry, since they were getting off big time right about then anyhow. 

RP had the two stars on the couch in his office going at it like two 
porn stars at a fuck festival. And, Jerry, they were getting hot while 
he stood there cool as he could be. "Finger this. Suck that. Grab the 
other." Where the fuck were we, Jerry? 

Eventually, RP had them stop the hot action. It was really more to get 
C into the picture than him giving a shit that A and B were fucking 
exhausted after they came about three times each. 

"Okay C, A and B proved they could get into character, so now it's up 
to you. I want you to imagine that you are in the convent and not 
really converted yet. Yah, you're very horny cause you haven't been 
with another broad in days. Okay, you got the picture, so lay down on 
the couch and do yourself." 

"What the fuck do you mean you won't finger yourself? You saw A and B 
doing a lezzie act so get that hand moving or get the fuck out of 
here." RP is so suave. 

Yep, next thing you know, C was going to town doing the one hand wonder 
on her very fine looking pussy. She was not just going through the 
motions, baby. Nope, she's a method actress, and she was making it look 
good cause she was really doing herself. It was so very hot, Jer, her 
fucking hand looked like a blur moving so fast between her legs.

The other two broads were watching the action and getting a little 
worried that C was pulling ahead of them. They never saw a broad do 
herself that good before and they were getting real hot and horny, too. 
C got so into it that she started moaning and was real close to getting 
off. She expected RP to say cut at this point, but nope, he just let 
her go on and on and on. 

Well, Jerry, you know what happened next, and, yes, C came like there 
was no tomorrow. The fucking bitch was loud, baby. Man, that must have 
been a turn on for everybody who was there watching her, that's for 
damn sure. 

After C collapsed on the couch, RP looked A in the eye and said he was 
going to leave. No shit, just like that, Jerry. "Wait a minute." You 
heard 'em all pissing. "We're just getting started here and we want the 
fucking part." Blah, blah, blah, you can just imagine them getting all 
hot and bothered. 

"Look, I've been watching some really hot action and I can't take it 
any more. I'm gonna have to go out and get laid right this fucking 
minute. I don't know how long it'll take until I find someone to do me 
so you broads will just have to run along." Don't you feel for him, 
Jerry? Shit.

 Yah baby, you can just picture how it went from there with those 
hotties. Yep, next thing you know, A was spreading her very fine legs 
right on top of RP's desk begging him to fuck her. No shit, Jer. 

RP dropped his pants and got right into it without missing a beat. He 
told her to play with her tits to help him get off fast so they can get 
back to work. Hell yes, two of the nicest looking boobies you ever saw 
getting the A treatment, if you know what I mean. Ha, ha. 

Well, it didn't take RP too long before he got his rocks off again. So, 
now the broads figured he's getting back to work, but no fucking way, 
baby. 

He looked right at B and said, "Look, this isn't fair to you, B. A had 
a chance to fuck me so she pulls way ahead in the casting department. 
No B, it's not very fair, but I'm a man, and we all think with our 
dicks, if you know what I mean."

B knew and got real pissed. "You asshole, why didn't you give me a 
chance to fuck your brains out. I'd a torn you apart." Man, she was 
hot. You've seen her like this, Jerry, holy shit. 

RP, being the benevolent guy he is, says, "Okay, I'll make it up to 
you, B baby, you can give me a blow job instead. Time to get your knees 
dirty, darling." 

Wow, she really started screaming at him when she heard that. "You 
fucking scumbag! You just came, mother fucker, and even my world class 
blow job couldn't do anything for you now." 

"Okay, okay, I know how to make this fair, B." RP had to come up with 
something to cool her off. "A get your ass behind me and get on your 
knees. Yah, that's good." A got right to it soon as he told her what to 
do. That girl always did take direction well. Ha, ha. 

"Here's the deal bimbos. B sucks me off and A rims me at the same time. 
And, listen A, I want to feel that tongue boring into my asshole. If it 
isn't good, I'm taking points off you. Understand?" 

Obviously, she did. She had already reached around and had his pants 
half way down to the floor. Never saw a broad like her, before or 
since, Jerry. She could trip you and beat you to the ground best two 
out of three. 

B was getting right into it, too. The broad dropped to her knees and 
had RP's whopper in her mouth lickity split. Damn, can you imagine B 
sucking you and A rimming you at the same time, Jer? Really, who could 
ask for anything more? 

Now, here's the best part, baby. C was watching this shit and she was 
really steamed. Yah, she wanted to get into the action now that she saw 
how far behind she was in the points department. It looked like she was 
ready to push one of the other broads out of the way so she could start 
in on RP with a little sucking and fucking of her own.

Needless to say, RP got off after about two minutes. Sure as shit, soon 
as he came, he heard C bitching up a fucking storm. "What the fuck do 
you mean letting those sluts do you without giving me a chance to show 
you what fucking is all about, you asshole? No guy can make a comeback 
after that kind of action. How am I supposed to keep in the game when 
you give those bitches all the breaks, you fucking dick head?" 

This is why RP must be considered different from you and me, Jerry. 
Why, he calmly looked at her and said, "C, baby, I've saved the best 
for you, sweetheart. You gotta know there's nothing that turns me on 
more than a little light S and M, baby. Can you deal with it, darling?"

RP guided her over to his desk and got her to bend over and lie down on 
the desk. Sure, she still had her fine, fine, super fine legs on the 
floor. She had 'em spread real nice, too, so you could see all that 
pink just lookin' back at you, and that ass, wow. Yah, Jer, one of 
those scenic view things. 

Next thing you know, RP pulled a small riding crop out of his desk and 
started slapping her on the ass. No, no, not real hard at first and, 
anyhow, she didn't seem to care that her ass was getting red from his 
workout. She figured she was making a comeback and knew that kinky 
always scores more points with us guys. Fuck yes! 

Well, in no time at all, RP got hard as a rock again. He unzipped his 
fly, pulled out his jumbo meat missile, and stuck her right in the 
asshole with his big cock. While he was going to town on C's great 
looking ass, he handed A the whip and told her to go for it. Fuck, man, 
she beat the shit out of C, if you can just imagine the picture. Jerry, 
it was kind of like getting fucked and fucked over at the same time. 

Soon as he finished getting off in C's asshole, RP screamed out, "Let's 
go film some shit." The four of them raced out the fucking door, 
heading for the elevator. You can't believe the excitement, Jerry, no 
shit. 

Now, it's not too bad to be running around nude on the 16th floor of 
the MCA Tower because security would just figure you're some eccentric 
executive. No one ever fucking questions the shit that happens up in 
suit heaven. Now seeing RP and the three naked broads running through 
the aisles wouldn't of been too bad if they got off on the 11th floor 
where the fucking record company is headquartered. Yah, it would just 
look like some new act A and R found at Madam Wong's and nobody would 
of given a shit. But, Jerry, they made a real mistake getting off the 
elevator on the 4th floor. 

Sure Jerry, the 4th floor is where the MCA-Universal Corporate 
Accounting department is located. Yah, a bunch of fucking bean 
counters, no shit, baby. You see more black three piece suits on that 
floor than you can shake a stick at, that's for damn sure. 

Okay, now just imagine seeing RP and three big stars sans attire 
running through the aisles of the fourth floor. They were screaming and 
yelling shit and, of course, the accountants just freaked out. Jerry, 
can you just see 20 CPAs with boners standing there with their jaws 
hanging down to their chests. 

Well, what made it worse was a group of top Seagram Executives just 
finished a meeting in the Corporate Controllers' Office and happened 
upon this merry scene. Yah, Seagram, the fucking company that bought 
MCA. It sure was a good thing these guys were all drunk or there could 
have been some real problems. 

Anyhow, RP was thinking on his feet and told the broads, "Look we're in 
big trouble here, so give all these guys head and then we can make a 
quick exit." 

Sure as shit, the three of them each grabbed a guy, dropped his pants 
and started sucking like there's no tomorrow. The guys were standing 
there with their pants and silk boxers wrapped around their ankles. All 
the people standing around there were just freaked out watching this 
shit. 

No, no, I don't think blow jobs are legal in Canada either so these 
guys all shot their wads real fast cause they never had lip locks like 
that before. Yah, it was something new for them I'm sure. 

The broad that was in the Seagram party was madder than hell and 
shitting big bricks. She couldn't believe any of this was fucking 
happening right there in the main aisle of accounting. Yah, Jerry, the 
three babes did all five of the top dogs from Seagram in about three 
minutes. Those guys were standing there after it was over with their 
pants around their ankles, dripping cum out of their dicks and shit 
eating grins on their faces. 

You'd figure RP was done for now, but, no way, baby. He tells A, B and 
C to do the Seagram chick next. And, before that hoser babe knew what 
hit her, they got her dress up around her waist and her panties torn 
right off. B ripped the front of her blouse open, too, and, from what I 
heard, she had some real nice looking tits for an executive chick. 

The Canadian bimbo got some truly fine lip locking and rimming from B 
and C, while A sucked on her titties. Broad must of thought it was 
tongue-ga-lishous, if you get my drift! No Jerry, I don't think they 
have any lesbians in Canada either. No, no, Canada's too cold for that 
sort of shit, believe me, Jerry. 

RP and the three stars split leaving the Seagram executives in 
disarray, and the fourth floor money guys were sort of out it, too. A 
couple of them were pissed cause they didn't get a blow job and there 
was this one guy jacking off right there in the hallway. 

Jerry, if we could figure a way to make that act part of the Universal 
Tour, we'd be making millions, fucking millions, baby. 

Anyhow, getting back to the story, somehow they ended up in the lobby 
of the tower building. Funny thing happened there when B looked at the 
bust of Jules Stein, the Founder of MCA, that was displayed by the 
elevators. She stared at it for a moment and said, "I think I had that 
guy a couple years back." The other two said they must have had him, 
too, but couldn't remember just when. They were all just trying to keep 
up, baby. Yah, you know how that works. 

Now, the guards didn't know what to fucking do with three naked stars 
standing around in the lobby drawing a big crowd like that. Normally, 
when people run through the lobby nude, they just take them into the 
back room and give 'em a choice between giving up the booty to a couple 
of the guards, or off to the slammer. Security didn't know what to do 
with this shit. RP is too big a man to fuck with and they know they 
can't do shit to the three top female stars. Shit, they just stood 
there and kind of enjoyed all the action, nothing else they could do, 
really. 

Finally, RP got the broads into his limo and sent them off to the Palm 
Restaurant for an early dinner. No shit, Jerry, can you imagine them 
showing up at Palm in nothing but their high heels demanding a front 
table. 

Reventlow Paladrino, man, the fucking guy has it all. Jerry, he gave me 
the picture MCA Security took of these fine looking ladies just before 
they got into the limo. What do you think of it, baby? 

The End 


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