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I turned and Ashley's head was on my shoulder, she was asleep.
Still a little sleepy, we landed at the regional airport outside Hurricane a few hours later. Marty had a van waiting to take us all to the hotel. He met with me later to discuss the film. "The Dark Hills" would be unlike any other project we'd done before and it seemed like Ashley's portion of the film would be done first as she had to be back to resume work on "Hellcats". The remainder would be done on a soundstage back in LA so the CGI effects could be added. Marty seemed to have his usual knack for getting the most bang for the buck, I learned this when we went to the location the next day.
Most of the film's exteriors would be done on what looked like a decrepit ghost town in the hills outside of town. This place looked so creepy it's no surprise we'd be doing a scary film there. There were the remnants of a Mobil gas station, a shuttered grocery store and a bar. Ashley was far from the California glamour girl when she emerged from a rented camper that served as her dressing room, she looked dirty and poor for her character. The flashy sweats were replaced by worn gingham dresses and flat shoes. Marty kept a relatively small crew working and the director did a minimum of takes. In watching him though, I couldn't help but notice a resemblance.
"Marty, who's the director on this?" I asked
"Oh, my brother Barry."
"Ah, right." That figures, I thought.
"My other brother Garry owns the property here." He said as he waved his arm.
"Barry and Garry?"
"Sure, kinda catchy, huh? My sister co-wrote the script, too."
"What's her name?" I asked, knowing what the answer might be.
"Mary."
"Right, got it." I said as I went off to get some extra gear.
Marty's director really did work fast. After just 3 days, we were halfway done with Ashley's portion of the film. Looks like my time in Hurricane might be shorter than expected. But I had to admit I hadn't the foggiest notion what this film was about! It seemed like she did a lot of screaming at the camera.
Well, at least she made a convincing scream queen, I'll say that.
The weather had been on our side and we had plenty of gray, gloomy days, perfect for filming. But when we finished for the day we were all stuck in our hotel rooms, with no room service to speak of. Like I said, Marty knew how to get the most from his money. Maybe keeping us half-starved was his way of making us work harder and more efficiently. Strangely, Ashley was nowhere to be found. I think she was staying at the upscale hotel down the road.
Before I knew it, her portion of the film was done and we could head back to sunny LA. I'll be curious what Chris' reaction to this will be, probably something along the lines of how I came all the way out here for nothing.
As we finished a scene, Marty pulled me aside.
"Interested in a bit of fun tonight?"
"What kind of fun?"
"The good kind." He said with smile.
"OK, that says a lot." I replied
"Trust me, you'll like it. I'll meet you at the hotel when we wrap." He said as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.
I wonder what he's got in mind.
Barry decided to wrap for the day, he'd wanted to get one more scene in, but the Union guys on set said otherwise.
In other words, we were done for the day.
Ashley was spirited away to her trailer, and probably back to her cushy hotel spa for all we knew. I hadn't gotten to chat much with her, she probably wanted to put all her focus on the film and not the guy she'd been fooling around with back in LA. I can live with that.
An hour later a black 70's-era Cadillac limo pulled up outside my hotel and honked the horn.
"Let's go, Hollywood!" Marty called.
I got in and saw Marty and Barry.
"OK, where are we headed?" I asked again.
"Well, it's a fun place outside of town, we know the proprietor quite well." Barry said as Marty chuckled.
"Uh-huh." I said "Maybe I better just enjoy the ride?"
"Good idea." Marty said "Oh, by the way, this is our driver, Moose. He works there."
"Moose" seemed to take up most of the front seat and grunted a hello.
"Moose played for the Mountaineers, right?" Marty continued
"Uh-huh..." he said in a deep rumble of a voice
"Second team All American, too." Said Barry
Another deep "uh-huh"
"And there was a stint in the CFL too, right?" added Garry
Yet another deep "uh-huh"
Moose seemed to be a fountain of conversation.
The Caddy smoothly traveled the road out of town and then onto a side road that went deeper and deeper into the hills. Now I knew where they got the inspiration for the movie. I could see moonlight through the thick trees.
"Marty, I hate to bother you with this, but where are we going?" I asked again.
"I told you, it's a fun place...you worry too much Jim."
We finally pulled up to a thick iron gate with a callbox. Moose hit a button and the gates opened. The Caddy slowly drove up a dirt road until we finally came upon a brightly lit house that looked straight out of the Civil War.
"OK, boys...you're here." Moose said
"Alright!" Barry said as he jumped out.
I got out slowly and looked around. There were 2-3 other cars out front, very expensive ones too, it seemed. I turned and saw Moose standing behind me. He had to be 6' 6" and about 300 pounds, how he fit in that Caddy I'll never know.
"Swanky place, huh, Hollywood?" Marty said with his arm on my shoulder.
"Yes, sure is."
"Wait 'til you see the inside." Barry said as he led me up the steps.
The elegant door was opened by an equally elegant doorman.
"Good evening, Mr. O'Brien...good to see you again, it's been a long time."
"Hiya, Tommy. Good to see you too."
"Miss Mona is expecting you." He said.
Miss Mona? OK, this is getting weird.
The inside of the house was definitely from another time. The walls had elegant wallpaper with velvet accents. Lace curtains decorated the windows. The lights looked like old time lanterns and there was a piano player off to the side of one room playing what seemed like old time boogie-woogie music. We passed what seemed like a well-stocked barroom complete with a poker table and jukebox.
And wandering throughout this elegant home, were many girls. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, you name it. Tall, short, busty, lingerie-clad, you name it. They were at the bar chatting with people, or at the piano. Two were on a big leather couch chatting with each other.
Oh my, now I know why Marty was so elusive about where we were going.
In a parlor room, we came upon a somewhat older woman with thick blonde hair done up high who was sipping on what seemed like bourbon. Her eyes lit up when she saw us enter the parlor.
"Why, Marty O'Brien! How are you darlin'? Barry! I didn't know you were in town." She said as she kissed them on the cheek.
"Hi, Miss Mona...you're lookin' fine as usual." Barry said
"Oh, you two!" then she turned to me "And who is this fine young man?"
"Ah, Mona...this here's a friend of ours from LA. Meet Mister Jimmy." Barry said
"Well, Mister Jimmy, what a pleasure to meet you." she said as she kissed me, she had a lavender-like smell about her and I could feel some huge tits press into me.
"But his friends call him 'Hollywood'." Marty said
"Hollywood Jim! Oh what a fine name!" she said excitedly "I'll make sure he gets the star treatment tonight. I'll just be a minute."
Miss Mona left the room and I heard her call "Ladies, we have guests!"
"The star treatment? Guests? What the hell does that mean" I thought.
My eyes were darting back and forth, this had to be some kind of elaborate gag!
"Marty, is this place what I think it is?" I hissed to him.
"It's the finest sportin' house in the state if that's what you mean." He replied.
"Sportin' house, uh-huh. You mean bordello?"
"Little louder, pal. The Sheriff didn't hear you." Barry said
"This is not what I had in mind, I mean..."
Just then Mona returned with several young ladies that looked like they walked out of Playboy magazine.
"Huh boy..." I mumbled to myself. No turning back now.
Miss Mona introduced each girl to us, I couldn't remember their names unfortunately. But they were all beauties, as one would expect. Some wore elegant lingerie or simple satin pajamas that generously showed off their endowments.
"Now, if you boys see someone else you like, don't be bashful. Have them join you." Miss Mona took Marty's arm and began to lead him to the bar area "Marty, how's your Mama been lately?" she said as they wandered off, leaving me with Barry, who was chatting up a nubile brunette and a busty blonde. Two other girls came over to me.
"Hi, I'm Ashley" she said "This is Vanessa. Your friend is with Blake and Serena."
Uh-uh! No way! Those are names I did NOT want to be reminded of at this moment!
"Uh, yes, thank you ladies, excuse me, I-I-I think I'll get myself a drink!" I stammered as I made a beeline for the bar.
"I'll take another shot of courage, please." I quickly said to the bartender, who looked at me like I just arrived from Mars. Then I regained my composure, and realized I'd just quoted the Eagles song "Tequila Sunrise". It had been playing on the Cadillac's radio as we'd driven up here, wherever "here" was.
"Sorry, uh, a Jack and water, please" I said
He nodded and turned to the well stocked bar.
This was an experience I had no idea how to process. What is the etiquette in a place like this? How do I know what to say? Oh man, the things I get myself into! As the bartender brought my drink I reached into my pocket.
"That's all taken care of, sir." He said
"Oh! Thanks." I said as I quickly took a long sip after placing a few dollars in what looked like a tip jar.
Sneaking out of here wasn't an option as I had no idea where we were. I guess I might as well keep an eye on Marty and Barry. One thing's for sure, this would certainly go into my diary of memorable experiences. Maybe I should see what the rest of this place is like? No, not a good idea, might get me into a more confusing situation. I didn't realize it, but I'd downed my drink faster than I thought.
"Uh, another Jack and water, please." I said to the bartender.
As I waited for my drink, I sensed someone come up and sit next to me.
"Hi, there" she said "I'm Shiann."
"Hi, I'm Jim." I said uneasily.
Shiann was dressed much differently than the other girls. Her short blonde hair was accompanied by a baby blue see-thru teddy combo. I suddenly realized that, save for a matching miniscule g-string, she was naked beneath the outfit. She had nice large tits that looked incredibly sexy against the material.
"You like the outfit?" she asked
"Uh, yes...I've never seen anything like that."
"I like it, I feel sexy in it."
"I can imagine you do."
"This your first time?" she asked
"Uh, yes. I mean, I've done, I mean...I've had, no that's not right." I was in ultra-stammer mode now, great timing.
Shiann placed her hand on mine.
"I meant...is this your first time here?" she said with a calming smile.
This time I just nodded.
"OK, got it." She said "I know how you're feeling. I've been here awhile."
"Really, uh, how long?"
"Hmmm, couple of years. I like it. I've never been busted, Miss Mona likes me, the other girls like me, the customers too."
"This is certainly a unique place, I'll say that."
"I came here by accident. I came here when I was younger just to wash the windows for a few bucks."
"That's how you started here?"
"Well, there's more to it than that." She giggled.
"Ah, well, um continue." I replied. Perhaps the whiskey had eased my nerves, she seemed a little easier to converse with than the other girls, as nice as they were.
"Well, this guy came down here, saw me and asked Miss Mona if I was working too. He was like a regular customer. She said I was just cleaning and he wanted to have me, said he'd pay like $300 to have me." She started "and if he couldn't he'd take his business elsewhere."
"There's other places like this?"
"Not anymore, they all got busted, Miss Mona never has."
I was intrigued by her story, and getting turned on by her body, too.
"So, the guy wants me. And I'd never done a guy for money. But, um, I really liked sex." She said leaning in close, like it was a big secret.
"Uh-huh."
"Kinda goes back a-ways with me, must be these things here." She said as she cupped her tits. "I was already like a 34C in high school, can you believe it?"
"Uh, I guess so." I replied, oh brother what a dumb thing to say.
"So, Miss Mona convinced me to go with him because she didn't want to lose him as a customer."
"Man, this is some story."
"It's all true, baby." She said as she sat closer to me.
"Before I knew it, I was making a lot of money." She paused to sip her drink and then leaned in closer "And my Dad thought I was just washing windows here, I gave him a little bit of what I made and kept the rest. He never knew a thing! My cousin was already working here and she said Mona treated everyone really nice."
"It seems like it, I met her a minute ago. She seems like a nice lady."
"Oh, yeah...she knows everything that goes on here. She's kinda related to me."
"So what happened with this guy? That is, if you don't mind my asking."
"No, I love to tell the story. Miss Mona took me to buy some nice lingerie, man I felt so pretty with it on."
Shiann was very close to me now and whispered "She even trimmed my pussy."
I felt her hand on my knee.
"Maybe you'd like to hear the rest where we can be more comfortable?" she said
"Um, I don't know. Uh, I have to confess...I-I-I've never been to a place like this before, like I said. I don't know what the guidebook says and all."
"Oh, don't worry about that." She said
"Huh?"
"No, don't worry about it." She said as she leaned in close and whispered in my ear "...it's all taken care of."
"Oh! Uh, right." I said, still confused.
Shiann sat back a little and smiled.
"Come with me." She said with a big smile as she took my hand.
I've had some wild experiences so far in my time in La-la-land but this was the strangest. I've never paid for something like this, and always thought I never would. If it came to this, I'd rather walk away. But now I'm being told (twice now) that "everything is taken care of". A million thoughts were rushing through my head now. I'm starting to wonder what "everything is taken care of" meant.
Shiann led me up a flight of stairs decorated in the same red velvet-accented wallpaper but with framed paintings on its walls. I actually recognized some of them as Monet` copies. Down a short hallway where I could hear bits of laughter in other rooms, she led me into a smaller, softly lit, room with a brass canopy bed against the wall. She softly closed the door and looked at me with a broad smile.
"This is your room?" I asked standing by the bed and looking around. "Looks almost like a little apartment."
"Yes, it's very quiet, isn't it? I think it makes things a little easier for someone like you." She said as she slowly walked toward me and held me around my waist.
"I guess you're, uh, right."
Shiann softly kissed me on the cheek.
"So, would you like to take your clothes off?" she said in a slow sexy voice.
"I-I guess that's the idea, huh?" I replied, still unsure what I was supposed to do here.
"You can hang them up there" she pointed to an antique wooden clothes rack. "And if you'd like, you can take a quick shower too." she offered as she pointed to a bathroom that looked to have a small tub/shower combo. I was looking at both wondering what my next move should be. Shiann softly touched my chin and turned my head so I was looking at her.
"Just relax, baby." She said softly as she kissed me again "gonna make you feel real good. We can talk some more." She said slowly.
Shiann began to softly caress my chest and slowly unbutton my shirt. Her hands drifted down to my jeans and she felt around the crotch.
"Mmmm, I think this'll be nice." She said as she unzipped them.
Her hands now slid inside and I felt them on my underwear.
"Oh, yes! This will be nice!"
She slipped my jeans down 'til they were around my ankles and I stepped out of them.
"Oh, you look really fine, Jim. You're gonna be just fine, babe." She said with a nod as she looked me over. "Want me to get naked now?"
"Uh, yes, I guess that's how it works." I said hesitantly.
"It sure does, honey. I like being naked too."
Shiann slid the straps of her teddy down off her shoulders and arms. Then her breasts were exposed. They were large alright.
"Wow, you definitely have, um..."
"Big boobs? You betcha honey!" she said with a smile "They got bigger, I'm a 36D now. I guess you like big boobs, huh?" she said as she caressed them for me. "Go ahead... you can touch 'em. I love it when guys do that."
I reached out and felt her tits. Man, they did feel nice as they filled my hands with their softness. Her nipples grew hard in my fingers.
"Mmmm...you've got nice hands, baby." She said in a sexy tone. "Get those undies off, baby...I wanna do some fucking." She said in a comically pleading tone.
I was still a little hesitant.
Shiann smiled, then kissed me softly.
"I'll tell you more storrreees." She said teasingly in a singsong voice.
"Well, now that you put it that way." I said with a smirk.
Shiann still had her g-string on and was about to take it off.
"No, wait. I-I'd like to do something else." I said
"Oh, you like to see me in my little panties, huh?"
"Uh, something like that." I said, still feeling bashful
I finally slid my underwear down and was naked in front of her.
She smiled as she looked at my dick, then at me.
"You look really nice." She said as she held me close, then whispered "Very...very...nice."
I reached down to feel her panties, they weren't sheer like her top, but I wanted to feel them anyway. Her panties felt warm to my touch.
"Oh, I see now." She said with a giggle "You like that, huh?"
I nodded as I began to rub them, they grew warmer.
"You're making me feel really good, you know. Shall I return the favor?"
"I guess it's only fair."
Shiann held my dick in her hands and we were now feeling one another. I could hear her breathing become more rapid.
"Oh yes...Jimmy that feels nice..." she said slowly "am I making you feel good too?"
My eyes were closed slightly but I heard myself hum something resembling approval as she began to stroke my dick, making it harder.
"You like having your dick stroked, baby?" she said
I just nodded.
"All the boys I know loving having this done too...they love to jerk off...they love a pretty girl to jerk them off."
Her hands had managed to get me very hard, and hearing her voice, combined with her tits was like a fantasy come to life.
Where was I again?
"Like what I'm doing, Jim?"
Again, I could only nod my response.
"I like doing it too, you have a very nice dick...can't wait to see what it can really do."
As she said that, she knelt down and I felt a rush of warmth and wetness as my dick slid into her mouth. I felt her tongue slide all over my dick, around the tip I shuddered with the touch of her tongue.
Shiann looked up at me.
"How's that feel, baby?" she asked with a sly smile.
"Great." I finally said.
"I knew you'd like it." She said with a giggle. "This is what I did with my first guy here, he liked it a lot."
Again, my dick disappeared into her mouth and it was enveloped in her lips and tongue. I loved how she made me feel. Seeing her take my dick and slowly lick its entire length from balls to tip, all with a sexy smile on her face, was unreal. If she kept it up I might explode right there. It took a lot to get her off my dick, but I wanted to hear more of her stories.
