Hollywood After Dark Ch. 01

Her pussy was incredibly tight and warm, the walls soft and slick as I felt my prick brush up inside of her. The end of shaft rested comfortably slightly below her cervix, so that with only a little bit of thrusting I could press myself to the deepest region of her cunt. Rocking her hips back and forth in a sort of circular motion, Katherine began to raise herself up slightly, her hands planted firmly on her thighs to gain some support. With Katherine doing all the work, my hands were free to roam other parts of her body and I immediately went straight for her luscious and large breasts.

I took one in each hand and squeezed them softly, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. They were soft and warm and amazingly heavy, though I could tell right off that they were completely natural and yet still incredibly firm. Her nipples were also quite sensitive, the hard nubs like sharp little erasers as I rubbed my fingers over them. Katherine moaned as I rubbed her breasts, squeezing them and pressing them together and just simply enjoying the size of them in my hands while her tight cunt worked on my dick.

Katherine's hips were moving very fast now, her hands having moved from her thighs to my own as she used the added leverage to lift herself up and down on me, each thrust seeming to be coming at a quicker pace. Katherine's blond hair swayed behind her head as she pressed her lips tightly together to keep too loud a moan of ecstasy from escaping, though soft little whimpers still managed to get out. Katherine's eyes were closed as she worked herself up and down on me, my dick battering against her deepest region as her inner walls squeezed tightly against my manhood.

I released her breasts and moved my hands down to her ass, groping the soft flesh beneath as I lifted Katherine up and down on my dick, her collapse against my chest obvious proof that she was wearing herself out. I ran a finger up between her ass crack, feeling the tight hole of her ass as the tip of my finger pressed against it. I couldn't help the urge to slip it tightly inside of her, the tip of my digit disappearing into her tight anal opening. Katherine gasped loudly and I felt her body shudder, a small orgasm running through her body from the attention being paid to her asshole.

She leaned heavily against me, her nipples pressing against my own as I slid my prick in and out of her, the shaft coated with her juices as the sound of our fucking filled the room. Katherine's warm breath escaped from her lips in gasps and groans against my muscled chest, her cheek resting against my body as I fucked her harder and harder.

The added lubrication from her cunt made it even easier to slide in and out of her tight crevice and I took advantage of this, holding myself deeper inside of her with every thrust, her outer cuntal lips gripping me tightly as if they didn't want my shaft to ever leave as I moved in and out, always leaving the tip inside of her. I had more control over myself this time, as by now we had been fucking for almost twenty minutes, but feeling her large tits and hard nipples against my body, and the fact that she was a beautiful celebrity laying on top of me overwhelmed my sense as I felt another orgasm approaching.

I lifted her up so that she was sitting up on top of me, her body swaying back and forth, her tummy rolling and moving with the motions of our lovemaking as I pressed myself as hard as I could inside of her, holding down tightly onto her hips as my orgasm began. This release was no less as strong as the one from earlier in our lovemaking session and I felt the hot eruption of cum blast out of my body and into Katherine's greedy cunt, which seemed to be begging for more cum as I unleashed a torrent inside of her.

The load was so tremendous that a small trickle of our combined juices leaked out from between her legs, running over her red and exposed clit, the maidenhead glimmering in the light as I shot the final stream inside of her body. Katherine groaned in pleasure, her lips mouthing silent words as she dizzily balanced herself on top of me. I continued to thrust in her, pushing more of my cum inside of her as deep as possible until I felt my overworked prick finally start to subside and to grow soft inside of her now stretched out pussy.

Katherine came to rest on my chest again, her arms wrapped around my broad shoulders as I grabbed onto her ass and stood up from the chair, carrying her over to the bed, my prick escaping from inside of her folds as I laid her down on the bed, both of our thighs sticky and wet with juices.

Laying there on the bed for a moment, Katherine's rapid breathing subsided as she relaxed, a hand absently moving to her left breast and giving her nipple a slight tweak, twisting the sensitive flesh in between two of her fingers. I stood over her, my hand down on my cock as I wiped off our cum with my pair of boxers from the floor. Sitting up, Katherine's face was flushed and sweaty, but she smiled up at me as she dangled her legs off of the raised bed. Standing up on shaky legs, she squatted down and picked up her dress, sliding her legs through it as she pulled it up over her body.

She walked over to a mirror across the room and brushed some sweaty hair off from over her eyes and fixed what wasn't already tussled with her hand. She turned around to look at me and leaned back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her waist just slightly beneath her breasts.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, it was," I said, still in a daze over the fact that this had actually happened.

"Well, I need to be getting back to the party. I'm sure we will meet again, now that Mr. Willis has taken you under his wing like he did with me," Katherine said, her sultry figure swaying as she walked to the closed door of the room. "See you around,"

And with that, she opened the door and vanished from sight, pulling it closed behind her. I stood there for a moment, just staring at the door in amazement before gathering up the rest of my clothes, fixing myself up and walking out of the room.

Descending the stairs, the thought about what she had meant about being "one of them" returned to my mind and I looked around for Katherine, trying to find her so that I could ask her again. As I stepped off the stairs, I accidentally bumped into Hapsboro.

"So, Hilt, was Katherine a good host? Mr. Willis always speaks so kindly of her, I hope she gave you a good tour," Hapsboro said.

I thought of asking him about what she had said to me, or even to ask if he knew that she was going to just seduce me, but thought better of it.

"Yes, she was. Quite a girl, she might fit in perfectly with the script, if it gets made I mean. I'd love to work with her," I said to him.

"I'm sure you would. Listen, Mr. Willis sent me around to ask everyone to please start saying goodbyes, as he has an early morning flight in the morning and would like to get some sleep," Hapsboro said.

"Not a problem," I replied. "I was thinking of leaving anyways. But please, if you see Katherine again ask her to get in touch with me. She mentioned something to me that I wanted to ask her about," I replied.

"Will do. Have a good evening Alex," Hapsboro said, walking away from me to go approach a Senator I saw standing over by the bar.

I returned to the front door and asked the butler for my coat, which he produced a moment later, and then I walked out the door. The same valet from when I first arrived spotted me. He nodded in my direction and then walked off down a ramp to go get my car. I stretched a bit as I stood in the air, listening to the sounds of the frogs and insects buzzing around while I waited on the vehicle. He returned a few minutes later and pulled up directly in front of me, handing the keys over without much of a word. I reached into my wallet to tip him, but he declined.

"Please, no. Mr. Willis already pays us well enough and taking tips from guests is against his policy," the valet said. I shrugged and returned my wallet to my pocket, walking over to the driver's side of the car and starting up the loud engine, heading home.

PETTY'S STORY:

These last few weeks have been some of the craziest of my life. The night Alex returned home from the party, he was practically giddy from the excitement. He told me all about Wilton Willis' mansion, about all the stars he saw there, even about the drunk guy who almost knocked him over. I wish I could have went with him, but I guess I can understand Mr. Willis' problems with names. Even though I was jealous, just the sheer recounting of all that happened (Alex told me he wished I was there, as he felt lonely around people with dates) got me incredibly horny. I get off on people with a lot of power, what can I say. We made love until the sun came up that night and it was incredibly good.

Since then, Alex heard back from Antamount a few days later and they approved his script! We were both tremendously excited, as not only was it going to be a huge move for Alex's career, the financial pay off also was quite good. They paid him $100,000 for his script and we cashed the check yesterday. You should have seen the face of the bank teller when we showed her that monster check, it was priceless!

So now I'm sitting here in front of my makeup mirror, putting the final touches on my appearance. I'm wearing a long green dress that I know Alex loves, and that I love too because it shows off my curves and body very well. My breasts aren't exactly huge, but with the right dress any woman can turn her breasts into quite appealing "assets", if you know what I mean. We are going to a celebration dinner tonight with Mr. Hapsboro over the deal being completed. I overheard part of Alex's conversation and it sounds like Mr. Willis might even show up to offer his congratulations. I can hardly wait, as I am dying to get to know someone of his rank and stature in the Hollywood scene.

"You almost ready in there?" I heard Alex call to me outside the bedroom door.

"Just one more minute, then I will be," I replied, fixing my hair one final time. I had it pulled back over my ears, the long blond locks spilling out over my back as I sat there, applying a final coat of lipstick. I smacked my lips together to even it all out and nodded to myself in the mirror, happy with the way I looked.

Walking out of the bedroom, Alex looked stunned.

"Wow, you look great honey," he said to me. I couldn't help but blush - his compliments always did that to me.

"Thanks. Are you ready to go?" I asked.

"Yep, let me grab my keys then we are out of here!" he said, walking over to the front door. I followed him out, his hand giving me a soft pat on my ass as I walked and we headed out of the apartment to the parking lot.

The first thing Alex had done with the money was to buy himself a new car. Nothing fancy, the car was actually used, but it was a late 1990s Lexus and every time I rode in it I felt like a queen. He opened the door for me and I slid in, watching him walk around the car to the driver's side. Starting it up, it purred like a kitten and we were off to Nox, the new and very exclusive restaurant downtown.

We arrived a few minutes later, Alex dressed in a very handsome and becoming sports coat and navy blue slacks, his broad shoulders making him look more like a football player than a soon-to-be-screen-credited writer. He took my hand as we walked inside, the doorman opening the door for us.

The place was crowded to say the least, and there was a gaggle of people standing by the front door, desperately hoping for a seat or a spot somewhere in the restaurant. The LA Times had raved about the food here at Nox, so I was very excited that I would get a chance to sample some of their cuisine.

"Hi, we are with the Antamount party," Alex said to the greeter. The man, a 20 something with horn rim glasses, glanced at a list and nodded his head in approval.

"Follow me," he said and I fell in step behind Alex, walking past a few tables as the man led us to the back of the restaurant. I couldn't help but notice the celebrities and musicians sitting around each table with their entourage and girlfriends, chatting and drinking wine as they each involved themselves in separate conversations that I could only catch bits and pieces of as I walked. It was all so exciting, to finally be invited into this separate and distinct world from the rest of the "common folk" in Los Angeles.

The greeter opened a folding Japanese screen (odd, since this was supposedly a Greek restaurant) and we stepped through. Alex must have recognized people immediately, because he walked over and began shaking hands, leaving me standing there holding my purse. The only person I did recognize out of the group of four who were already seated was Eliza Dushku, the sultry looking brunette from "Bring it On" and a few other smaller movies that weren't quite hits. I saw her sizing me up a bit and felt myself flush with embarrassment over her glances.

"Petty, you don't have to stand there, come sit down," Alex called to me. I again blushed as I walked over to him, ever the gentleman by being ready and waiting with a chair for me to sit in across from Eliza.

"Mr. Hapsboro, this is Petty, my girlfriend, I believe I've told you about her," Alex said casually, as if he introduced me to bigwigs all the time.

"Charmed," the man said, taking my hand in his own and kissing the back of my palm lightly. "And please, call me Gordon. Alex, you should have told me that she was so beautiful, I would have insisted she come to Mr. Willis' party that night,"he said.

"I'm sorry, I guess I really should have. But hey, she's here now and unless you have any objections I'm sure she will be more than willing to come to any more invites that you might have," Alex said. A waiter appeared behind us, setting down two glasses of wine for Alex and I. It was red wine, which I normally didn't drink because it went straight to my head, but I wasn't going to send it back. This was Alex's night, and me making a stir wouldn't look good on him.

"Let me introduce everyone else to you then Petty," Gordon said. "Across from me is Brandon Shuman, who was in charge of seeing that Alex's script got the needed tweaks. We don't normally let the screenwriters out of their holes that often but this was a special occasion,"

The table laughed at the joke as Brandon became embarrassed. "Hi, nice to meet you," he said, waving his hand slightly.

"And this is Jack Furrow, who right now will be overseeing the production of Alex's script as we film it. Of course Alex will still get executive producer credit, but we can't just leave him to run the whole thing by himself, now can we?" Gordon said.

"No, I suppose not," I replied, sipping my wine. It was a very good vintage wine, I could tell that right off the bat, and had a smooth and pleasant texture to it.

"Finally, we have Ms. Eliza Dushku, who I invited tonight because she is interested in doing the role of Janey, the teenage daughter in Alex's script," Gordon said, motioning towards the far end of the table where Eliza sat, smoking a cigarette. Even though it was illegal to smoke inside a restaurant in California, this didn't seem to bother Eliza in the slightest. Given the reputation of the club, I don't even think the cops could have gotten in to even give her a fine.

"Hello," she said non-chalantly, blowing a smoke ring from her mouth. Her eyes locked onto mine and held them there for a second. I was going to look away and back to the conversation but there was something about her gaze that urged me to keep looking, to hold it as I stared into her deep brown eyes from across the table. Finally Eliza looked away, her interest in staring at me having faded.

Another waiter appeared at the end of the table and he waited for a pause in the conversation between Alex and Gordon before speaking.

"Is everyone ready to order?" he asked.

We ordered and the food arrived almost 40 minutes later. I had ordered a Greek salad, since I had long ago given up meat in favor of being vegetarian. Though the salad was good, I was starving by the time it arrived and probably looked like an animal as I ate it quickly. I couldn't help but notice throughout the meal that Eliza kept staring at me from across the table. I had misjudged her, in that the stare wasn't one of sizing me up but something else...something like she was trying to figure out what I was about or something like that.

I set my fork down and took another drink of wine, this being my third glass. I felt a little lightheaded from the effects of the alcohol, but I still felt in control of myself enough to carry on a decent conversation.

"So is Mr. Willis not coming tonight?" I asked, noticing that my words were a little slurred.

Gordon looked up from his down table conversation with Eliza.

"No, I'm afraid not. He said he sends his congratulations though," Gordon said, turning back to Eliza.

I finished off my glass of wine and just looked around the room. Alex and Brandon had turned their chairs to face one another and were talking heatedly about something. Jack meanwhile was leaning back in his chair, talking on a cell phone. I resented Alex a bit for leaving me sitting here by myself, but I wasn't going to say anything - even if I did, he would probably think I was drunk anyways.

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. Spinning around, I saw Eliza standing over me, her hand on her hip as she looked down at me. Her curly brown hair fell over one shoulder seductively while she loomed over me. She wore a very short leather miniskirt and a white halter top and from the angle I was sitting at I could almost see her nipples poking into the fabric directly above me.

"I need to go to the ladies room," she said to me. "Would you like to come along?"

"Sure," I said to her, standing up slowly so as not to teeter and fall over. I placed my hand on the edge of the chair as I stood up, following Eliza down out of the room and down the hall towards the restroom. I watched as her ass swished back and forth as she walked, more than a few of the male patrons staring at her as she walked by without even giving them a second glance. I too got some looks, but trying to recall now I can't tell if it was from the way I looked or the way I was walking. Either way, I certainly enjoyed the stares in my state of intoxication.

Eliza walked into the ladies room as I followed her, a waitress walking away from the sink as we entered. Eliza paused for a moment to check her hair and then disappeared into the stall. I took the one next to her and plopped down on the seat, pulling my panties down as I relieved myself. I felt a bit dizzy sitting there, but after finishing up and flushing the toilet and standing up again, I felt marginally better.

I walked out of the stall and saw Eliza standing there, rifling through her purse.

"Shit, I left something in my car. Come out into the parking lot with me for a second, won't you? I don't want to get mugged or raped or worse," she said. I nodded and followed her out of the restroom and past the entrance into the parking lot. Eliza had parked a little bit aways from the rest of the crowd, and I could see why she was apprehensive of going to her car alone: the nearest light source came a few spots over, which left the majority of Eliza's 4-door BMW covered in shadow.

She reached into her purse and pulled out her remote keyless entry switch and the headlights of the car flashed as she approached it. I stuck close to her, glancing around nervously for any strangers or muggers - I didn't want to be attacked either.

"Just one second," she said, opening the passenger door and leaning in. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but as she bent into the car like that I couldn't help but stare at her long, smooth legs as her skirt slid up her thighs ever so slightly. I quickly shook the thoughts from my head - this wasn't why she wanted me to follow her, not to stare and ogle her like some horny guy. No, she wanted me to be on the lookout for trouble and that's exactly what I should be doing.