Hollywood After Dark Ch. 02

Things grew black in front of my site for a moment, as my brain and every nerve cell of my body was overloaded with the feeling of orgasmic pleasure that gripped me. From the individual hairs on my head to the tips of my toes, I felt electrified, addicted and loving every nanosecond of this excitement that had taken total control of my body. Juices dripped out from between my legs rapidly now, the taboo of doing something like this in an office, in front of a stranger, with Alex possibly walking in at any minute, just exciting me further. I opened my mouth to scream in pleasure but no words came out, my tongue frozen momentarily as the orgasm rocked my body. Finally the wave began to dip down to normal and my vision returned, my face dripping with a sheen of sweat the trickled from my throat down to my breasts.

Catching my breath, I had just enough time to see Willis in front of me, jerking his prick like he was about to cum. His face was screwed up in a look of intent pleasure and concentration, his eyes closed and his lips pursed. His hips rocked back and forth on his somewhat shaky legs as he bucked forward, about to release his load. Realizing that I was going to be the target of that stream of hot cum, I quickly pulled my dress down further until the material was bunched at my waist. Leaning back on my hands, I proudly shoved my breasts outward towards him as I prepared to be splattered.

Willis managed to take one step forward before the eruption came, cum shooting forth quickly and wildly from his dick, a long ropy strand landing right between my throat and breasts. A second shot arrived a moment later, this one hitting on my left nipple exactly as I felt the hot juice impact and then start to slide down my chest quickly, the milky white fluid spilling off of my tit and racing down the rest of my body. A final, weaker shot didn't manage to make it as far as the other two and landed right on my belly, the cum trickling down immediately and pooling in my belly button as a smaller stream spilled out and met it's final home amongst my pubic hair.

Rubbing one hand through his hair, his older, handsome face a bright beet red from the excitement, Willis stepped back and held his cock up away from his body, a slight drop of cum running off from the head and onto his fingers. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, as if to survey the damage, before that same smile returned to his face. I sat up from my hands and just looked at his throbbing dick, the small white drop of cum that had traced a line down his hand leaking out. Climbing up to my knees, I scooted over to him and held my mouth open obediently, craving just one more taste of his cum. He looked down and smiled at me, offering his hand out. I traced my tongue along his fingers and licked up that last trace of it, my tongue ending it's journey at the end of his prick.

Willis removed his hand and walked over to where his pants had been strewn haphazardly. He stepped back into them and zipped them up, then ran his hand through his hair. I meanwhile pulled my dress back up, the cum from his chest soaking wickedly into the material as I readjusted the straps and then fixed my panties, damp as they were, over my pussy.

"Well Petty, that was quite amazing. I think that you know how to work this system and this world quite well, and if today's uh, demonstration of your talents is any indication then you will certainly go real far, trust me," Willis said coolly, returning to his business man demeanor.

"Thanks. You don't think Alex will be upset about this? I mean, not that I will tell him but you know, me playing by the rules and all," I asked.

"No, not at all. Alex understands the way the game is played. Besides, HE isn't the one who is up there singing every night for audiences now is he?"

I had never thought of it like that. "You know, you're right. Fuck it, what he doesn't know can't hurt him," I said. I was a little surprised to hear those words coming out of my mouth, but even more surprised to realize that I actually meant them in a way.

"Exactly. Now, I really must be going. I will most certainly be in touch with you soon about a record contract and all that. Take care Petty," Willis said, before vanishing out the door. I stood there for a moment just looking around the room. Had I not felt incredibly satisfied from the pleasure that I had just experienced, I would have sworn that my encounter had never happened. However, a quick feel down to my panties revealed that it DID happen, marking the second time in as many days that I had sex with someone besides Alex. Well, I guess you couldn't call it sex...the lesbian encounter with Eliza was just fooling around, and a blowjob being given to Willis wasn't sex right? I mean, that's what Bill Clinton said and hey, Hillary forgave him.

Besides, Willis was right. Alex wasn't here today, probably off eating lunch with some big wig, and here I was earning myself a record contract. I didn't need him to do anything for me, just like I had never needed anyone to help. Sure, I mean I still loved him and all that, even though he stood me up today for lunch and didn't bring me to that party. In spite of all that, I knew that deep down in my heart, I still loved him...didn't I?

ALEX'S STORY:

Tapping on her shoulder, the blond haired girl in front of me turned around away from her plate of food and looked at me, her hair twirling back in a ponytail behind her.

For a moment, she had a blank stare on her face, as she tried to place me. Then, a smile of recognition (and if I wasn't mistaken, for a brief second a look of fear) passed over her lips as she lifted an arm over her seat and handed it me, her soft dainty fingers feeling so small in my own hand.

"Alex, hi," Katherine Heigl, now smiling a bit more naturally.

"Hi Katherine. For a moment there, I didn't think you knew who I was," I said to her, lifting her hand out of my own as she drew her arm back away from the table.

"It was only a few weeks ago Alex, don't worry. I'm bad with names but not THAT bad," Katherine said, laughing slightly at her own joke.

"I know. But you're a celebrity and unfortunately your kind is known for leaving out the little people. Look at Julia Roberts at the Oscars," I said, trying to turn my shyness into a joke. It worked, as Katherine laughed again. For the first time, I noticed that she was eating alone in her private booth.

"Would you like to come join me while you eat? I mean, I see that you are alone and all," I said, proud somewhat of my forwarded-ness in inviting a woman like Katherine over to my table.

"Sure," Katherine said, turning back around to pick up her plate and carry it over to my table. She slid into the booth across from me and set down her plate, a monstrous looking salad, as she looked up at me.

"So, what are you doing here? I mean, what are the odds of me running into you in a city the size of LA?" I asked, sipping my water. The waitress still hadn't come over to take my order.

"I had a script reading to do this morning and after I finished I came over here for a quick bite to eat. It's nice sometimes to just relax at a greasy spoon like this one, away from all the trendiest of the Hollywood world," Katherine said, leaning down to take a bite of her salad. She wore a simple white tank top, one that showed her breasts proudly but not too openly in her shirt, the memory of the beautiful shape and curves of her body running through my mind, my dick stirring slightly in my pants.

"How funny, that's exactly why I was here. Only, it was for my movie over at Antamount," I said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. What is the name of it again?"

"Well, the title originally was 'An Amerikan Family' but I think that by the time they are done with it, that's likely to change,"

"Yeah, that sort of thing happens quite a bit out here,"

We sat quietly for a moment as I pondered what else to say to her. I felt surprisingly comfortable around Katherine, a completely different feeling than when I had been around a few other celebrities in the past two weeks. Katherine just seemed like a regular girl, albeit a very beautiful one, and she seemed more like a friend than someone whose face was beamed into millions of homes each week while she was on television. I smiled at this thought and Katherine must have obviously picked up on it.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking...ah, never mind,"

"No, tell me!" Katherine insisted playfully.

"Well, I was just thinking to myself how casual and unassuming you are, how normal and untainted by fame you seem compared to the image I have in my head of most celebrities out there,"

Katherine blushed a little. "Thanks. But remember, I'm not a huge star or anything,"

"You're a big enough star to me," I replied, and Katherine blushed again.

"Thank you. I hope to be a bigger one in the future, especially if Mr. Willis can work things out,"

This triggered the lingering question I had wanted to get answered by her from our first encounter at Wilton Willis' party. I had wanted to know what she had meant when she alluded to the fact that I would see her more now that I was "one of them" under Mr. Willis' control.

"Katherine, let me ask you something. What do you mean by 'Mr. Willis can work things out'? You said something like that the last time we were around each other, remember? At Willis' party? It kind of left me puzzled as to the meaning of that," I asked.

Katherine paused for a moment, the salad speared on her fork a few inches from her mouth. She closed her lips together and set the fork down, her body suddenly becoming a bit rigid.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes glancing me over a little wearily. "Is this a test or something?"

I was now completely confused. "What? No. It was just a question. I just wanted to know what you meant by,"

"I heard the question," Katherine said a little rudely, interrupting me. "It's just...you mean, you don't...Jesus, I can't believe this!" she said, putting her hand to her forehead as she looked away from me quickly.

I instinctively moved my hand across the table to her, touching it lightly. She pulled it away swiftly.

"Katherine? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I asked, my face surely conveying a look of puzzlement.

She finally turned back to look at me, although her eyes had grown a little cold and distant as she watched my face.

"When you were invited to that party at Willis', what did Hapsboro tell you?" she asked. I was a little surprised she knew that Hapsboro was the one who invited me but I still answered the question.

"He just told me that it was a very exclusive party, for only some of Mr. Willis' closest friends and those working under him at Antamount. That's all," I said.

Katherine paused for a second. "You told me that you had a girlfriend, right? Was she at the party?"

"No, Hapsboro told me that Mr. Willis was bad with names and that it was best that she didn't come for fear of confusing him,"

"Don't you find that to be a little odd Alex? I mean, why would only YOU be invited when at most parties, the customary thing to do is to bring a date?"

I was growing a little angry at her questioning. "Look, I don't know. When you are a broke delivery man, you don't question things like invitations to one of the most powerful men in the entertainment industries house,"

Katherine looked at me for a second, studying me. She seemed to be calculating an alternate round of questioning. I noticed now too that her voice had dropped a little bit and she was leaning across the table to talk to me, as if she didn't want anyone to overhear her.

"Alright, well then tell me this. When we were together at the party, and you saw a bunch of other celebrities there, all with men you had never really seen before, didn't THAT strike you as a little odd?"

"I guess, but in no offense to you, most of the girls were lesser stars and not the type whose relationships would be publicly known knowledge,"

"That's my point. It was a party of small stars, run by one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Don't you think that Mr. Willis could have invited anyone he wanted, given the power he has right now in the industry?"

"Katherine, is this going anywhere, because you are starting to seriously lose me in the direction you are going,"

She sighed for a moment and ran her hands through her blonde hair, sweeping it back away from her face. She closed her eyes for a moment as she thought to herself before opening them again and leaning even further across the table towards me.

"I don't think you understand the way things are working Alex, so I'll tell you what I know. If this costs me later on, so be it, but my gut says that you are an innocent in all of this," she said. I didn't really like being called an "innocent", since such phrasing made me seem like a child, but I didn't stop her.

"When I first came to Hollywood, I couldn't get shit for work. I must have done 10 open casting calls a week and no luck. I finally managed to get some work doing a few B-movies, some straight to video stuff, but that wasn't enough to pay the bills. I was about two weeks away from just calling it quits and moving back home before Mr. Willis found me,"

"What do you mean 'found you'?" I asked.

"I was standing at a pay phone, talking about all my problems with finding work to my friend back home when this man tapped me on the shoulder. I ignored him at first, thinking he just wanted to use the phone. But he tapped me again a few seconds later and I turned around to tell him to fuck off when I noticed that he wasn't just some regular guy. He was tall and lanky, older with gray hair and cold blue eyes. But there was something about him that was striking and handsome so it made me pause for a second on the phone. I looked at him for a moment longer before telling my friend I would call her right back. Something about the man drew me to him and to this day I don't know what it was," Katherine said.

The waitress finally arrived at our table but, feeling my appetite dissipating, I waved her off as Katherine continued her story.

"He introduced himself to me as Wilton Willis, CEO of Antamount Studios, a smaller studio in town. I hadn't heard of Antamount and I thought that it might be a porn studio or something of the sort so I was not impressed in the slightest by his name dropping. He told me that he had been driving down the road and saw me standing there at the phone booth and was so taken by my beauty that he had to stop the car and come introduce himself. Now, I thought he was just some dirty old man when he told me that, and I was about to tell him to buzz off when he told me that he was looking for stars for a new pilot he had sold to a studio here and wanted to know if I would be interested in trying out for the part, since I seemed to fit exactly the description he was looking for,"

"And I take it that the pilot was 'Roswell', the show you were on until recently?" I asked.

"Yes. I don't know how he knew I was an actress, I guess he had heard my conversation with my friend or something. Anyways, he gave me his card and cell phone number and encouraged me to come try out. It wasn't the usual bums rush of pitching either, it was very casual and mellow, like he was one of those old time salesmen who was so confident in the virtues of his product that he didn't even need to pitch it hard,"

"So you went and auditioned and obviously got the part," I said, sipping my water.

"Right. The show wasn't a smash ratings hit, but the critics really liked it and just the fact that it was on the air and had actually been picked up by the network was amazing enough to me. After the deal was sealed, Willis introduced me to Gordon Hapsboro and a lot of his higher up employees at a party in celebration of the show being picked up. While I was there, I too was invited to come solo, even though I had been dating this musician who lived two floors down in my apartment. At the party, I think I drank a bit too much, because when Willis managed to pull me aside to talk to me, I pretty much nodded my head and went along with whatever he said,"

"What did he tell you?"

"I can't remember the exact phrasing or wording but it essentially translated into the idea that to become famous in this town, you had to make sacrifices and you had to be willing to play the sexual politics game that took place behind the scenes of every deal. I remember thinking to myself that he was just spouting some rhetoric just so he could get into my pants, but like I said the alcohol loosened me up quite a bit and I went along with what he wanted,"

"So you actually slept with him?" I asked, raising my eyebrows slightly at the thought of an old man like him fucking a beautiful creature like Katherine.

"I did," she said, looking down at the table for a moment, avoiding my eyes. "And truthfully, the sex was pretty good. I mean, I did owe him for giving me my start and big break and all that, so it wasn't like I was raped exactly. The show continued to do well, I started to get some decent media attention and hell, even a few fan web pages on the Internet. It was right around this time that Antamount had a string of movie hits and became the hot studio in Hollywood. Having been there on the ground floor of all this, I felt excited to know that I was working under a quickly rising powerful man in the Hollywood structure, especially a self made man like Willis who had come in and wrestled some market away from the big corporations,"

This was true, I recalled. Wilton Willis had been a small business man who had managed to hit it big selling a key part to the technology in modems, right before the big Internet boom of the 90s. He had become a multi-millionaire over night essentially and had decided to turn his eyes towards Hollywood, claiming that the cinema had always fascinated him. At least, that's what one of those true Hollywood story shows had said any ways.

"Things were going great for a while, until I started finding myself getting invited to virtually all Antamount parties. It wasn't as if I was being forced to go, but Mr. Willis had made it clear to me early on about the sexual politics game and whenever I was at one of his functions, he or Hapsboro always seemed to bring over important men with important titles to meet me. It was sort of understood that I was to entertain them for the evening, by bowing to whatever they wanted. For a while I didn't really mind, since the future seemed wide open to me in terms of where my career would go. Plus, most of the guys I was told to entertain were older and they couldn't stay hard for more than a few minutes and as such were pretty easy to take care of with just a hand job,"

My head seemed to be spinning faster and faster now as each word spilled out of Katherine's mouth. I didn't know whether to believe her or not, but the story was incredibly fantastic. I found my voice to be a bit shaky and my mouth dry as I posed the question that she seemed to be hinting at.

"You're telling me that Wilton Willis pimped you out to men in Hollywood?" I said, amazed that even having to udder the words was taking place.

Katherine looked away out the window for a moment and just stared at the cars going by on the street between the diner and Antamount's lot.

"Pimped out is a bit harsh. I always have thought of it as serving as a sort of escort," she said, still gazing out the window.

"But that's what it essentially is, isn't it? I mean, you had to do sexual favors for whoever Willis told you to, didn't you?"

Katherine finally looked at me, a bit of angry resolve on her face.

"It wasn't Willis himself who told me to do things, it was Hapsboro mostly. And yes, I guess you're right, if you put things that bluntly,"