Hollywood After Dark Ch. 03

Stepping out quickly from a room beneath the massive staircase came Eliza Dushku, a scowl on her face as she looked at the three of us with contempt. Like the other girls, she was dressed in a skimpy outfit, comprised of a red teddy and matching stockings that came up to her thighs. Her dark hair swooshed out behind her as she moved towards us, anger in her eyes.

"What the hell did I tell you?" she said, one hand on her hip. Silence.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU?" she said again, louder this time, her voice echoing off the walls of the house.

Alicia now looked down at the floor.

"Don't start until the Mistress gets here," she said in a defeated voice.

"Damn straight! We have this all planned out and you two thought that you would just get yourselves some before we got started, didn't you?"

Kate giggled. "Hehe...get yourselves some..."

Eliza snapped her head towards Kate. "You think this is funny?"

Kate straightened up in her posture, her eyes never leaving the floor. "No madam,"

"Good. Now you two have a seat and don't move until I or the Mistress says, alright?" Eliza barked. The two girls quickly retreated to a sofa each and sat down, leaving just me standing there in the war path of Eliza.

Surprisingly though, her mask of anger quickly turned to one of casual regard.

"Sorry Katherine, I can't leave these two nymphs alone for 10 minutes when we have a new member coming in. I hope they didn't do anything to you?"

I slowly felt myself returning to my mind, my answer and voice coming a little slowly, or so it felt.

"No, we just smoked some pot and they helped me get undressed," I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from a far away place.

Eliza looked from Alicia and Kate to me, then back at them, her head turned.

"Well, that's good at least. You need to save your strength for tonight but I guess that a little pharmacological boost wouldn't hurt," she said. "Are you ok? Comfortable? You want a robe or something?

I was a little taken aback by her sudden thoughtfulness and couldn't help but smile.

"That's ok, I'm fine,"

Eliza sighed loudly, her nostrils flaring slightly. She walked over to the table and wiped up some stray powder with her finger, smearing it into her mouth. Standing back in front of me, she took me by the arm.

"Here, let's have a seat," she said, leading me and my heavy lead feet towards a set of chairs I hadn't noticed behind the couches. They were leather and oversized and as Eliza pushed me gently into the one across from her, they felt incredibly comfortable against my body, the smoothness rubbing against my back. Eliza crossed her legs like a proper lady (only later would this seem a bit absurd to me) and shook her hair over her shoulder.

"Now, before we begin, let me explain why you are here and what we have in store for you tonight, ok?"

I nodded sleepily, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy in the comfort of the chair. I did manage to focus my attention on her words however.

"We heard about your performance at the club last night, and the Mistress thought that if you could prove yourself as a top lady there for all those pigs, you were deserving of taking things to the next level. So you are here tonight to join an elite list of Hollywood actresses, singers and athletes who have 'made it' in this cut throat business," Eliza said. "Our organization, the Rose Petal Club, operates under a few basic rules. One: Anything you have to do for your career is perfectly acceptable and in fact encouraged by the Club. Even though it appears that men make the rules in this business, these same men also know that the power of a woman's touch goes miles farther than any signed contract ever could. So we operate with their endorsement and approval, with our own agenda and independent from the vile reaches of agents and the media. Two: What we do as members stays within the organization. Meaning, you can never tell outsiders about your exploits or what you may have to do for your fellow sisters in the Club, as a matter of secrecy and to keep up appearances to the same men who oversee our existence. Three: Once you leave here tonight, you are in for life. This comes with all the perks: better acting roles, more money, whatever you could possibly want, is yours. All you have to do is explain it to your sisters during one of our monthly meetings and it will be done. It also comes with a lot of responsibility and commitment to use your womanly talents for whatever desires our men oversees wish. You can never refuse them, no matter how vile you think the request. If you do...well, let's not get into that,"

"Four, " Eliza said, taking a breath. "Enjoy yourself. Live your life how you want, date who you want and marry who you want. Hell, some of our older members have kids and everything and they are perfectly happy. True, you have to be on call practically for whenever a sister or a higher up wants something, but these instances are usually few and far between, so don't sweat them. Finally, the Mistress is ALWAYS right. She is appointed head of the Rose Petal Club for as long as she wishes to remain that way and whatever she wants takes precedence over anything or anyone else. You'll meet her soon and I'm sure you will learn to love her as all the rest of us have,"

Eliza finished her speech, the words still sinking into my ears. I felt some apprehension about the whole thing, deep down, but what could I do? It was too late to back out now, and even though I hated a lot of the times that I was forced to perform sexual favors for people, surely being an official member now would make things better, right? My head swam as I thought over all this slowly, Eliza watching me for a response of some sort.

"Any questions?" she asked.

I thought for a moment and then blurted out the first thing that came into my head.

"Are there other houses like this with drugs and lesbians and stuff?" I said, realizing as soon as I said it how immature and childish it sounded.

Eliza laughed at the question, leaning her head back for a moment as she seemed to relish what I had said. She was still chuckling when she replied.

"Well, there is another mansion like this out in Malibu where a lot of actresses, some who are members and some who aren't, go to hang out and play with one another. It's nothing like this though. That's just fucking. But as a rule of thumb, no. Our meetings are always spontaneous and our headquarters are wherever there is a place for members who might be able to get there fairly quickly. After tonight, we probably won't be back at this house for a while. It keeps those who want to bring us down on their toes," Eliza said, still giggling slightly from my idiotic question. I tried to think of a follow up that was more mature.

"The Rose Petals have enemies?" I asked.

"Not as in written down or verbally declared enemies, but yeah, some people don't like us. It's mostly bitches who didn't make the cut or who just couldn't hack it, but I hear that there are some men involved too. Any ways, that's not important. Do you have any other questions?" she said, putting her hands on the chair as she stood up. I mimicked her moves as I slowly rose from the chair myself, my legs feeling a little shaky.

"No, I don't think so. Not right now I don't think," I said, managing to retain my balance.

"Good. If you have any, just let me know and I'll be happy to answer them. In the meantime, let's get started," she said, walking off towards Kate and Alicia. "The mistress should be down here in just a minute,"

Following her was like walking in a tunnel, my buzz from the pot making even the dark room seem brightly lit. I could feel something - anticipation? anxiousness? - as I walked, trailing Eliza. There was no mistake in my mind now, obviously, that all of this and all of these other women were involved in something bigger than us, something that just when you thought you had found the end of, miles more distance opened before you. I knew that there was something troubling about a world that propped itself up on sexual favors and back scratching, of secret societies and hidden agendas, but what was I to do? I had been allowed into this inner circle and now the only way to see the forest for the trees around me was to immerse myself in it as objectively as possible, look like I was playing by their rules while still playing by my own. Thinking of Alex Hilt, the handsome writer who had stumbled into this whole thing accidentally, I wondered what he would think, if he would even believe me should I find the courage to tell him about the Rose Petals.

Eliza stopped in front of the massive staircase, standing there and staring up at the second floor intently. I stayed a few feet behind her and watched as she focused her entire attention on whomever the person that was arriving soon would be. Kate and Alicia were giggling behind me, oblivious to the rest of the room as they no doubt played with each other in their drug induced state.

Eliza's gaze I could now see was focused on the left side of the upper area of the mansion, and in the light of the room I could see a door at the end of the hall. Without turning her head, Eliza softly said:

"Watch. The Mistress is coming any second now. I know she will love you, and you her. You should be so happy Katherine, you have been chosen,"

Even in my stoned state I knew that the words she said were a little creepy, almost cult like, but I too found my attention focused on the door. It opened a few seconds later, a figure emerging. Eliza gasped suddenly, as if struck with an epiphany of some sort. She rushed over to the base of the stairs, placing one leg on the bottom as she looked up. I could see the figure, a woman with long flowing hair, moving down the hallway and beginning to descend the stairs. The angle of the light in the room was such that her face was shadowed from me as she walked, her now clearly dark black hair covering half of her face. Climbing up two more steps, Eliza held her hand out to the woman and guided her the rest of the way down to the floor. It was only in the light at the base of the stairs that I finally got a good look at her.

"Greetings Katherine, welcome to the Rose Petals Club," she said.

I was a little taken aback, it now being my turn to gasp slightly. The Mistress that Eliza had seemed so intent on worshipping was someone I had not expected in the slightest: Salma Hayek. There was no mistaking it was her, from the supple curves of her waist to the oval shape of her face and her slightly pursed lips, the way in which she carried herself made it clearly evident that Salma was the Mistress behind all of this.

"Hhhhello Salma," I said weakly, still probably looking dumbfounded. She seemed so normal and innocent whenever I had seen her around Hollywood, how had she managed to hide her real activities so well?

"I trust Eliza here has explained everything to you?" Salma said, waving her hand out gallantly as if the mansion was some sort of medieval kingdom. Clinging to her side was Eliza, who seemed oblivious to the rest of the world, her eyes looking up at Salma's face as she spoke, watching her arm as it moved. She seemed like a puppy dog, devoted completely to it's owner, following behind in it's footsteps wherever the owner went. As my eyes locked on Salma's, I started to understand why: far from being an outwardly friendly gaze, Salma's look held within it a forcefulness that made you want to follow her every instruction.

"Yes. She has Salma," I said.

"Call me Mistress," Salma said, rebuking me. I was startled slightly by the hint of aggression in her tone, but something told me that it was best to humor her.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, tearing my eyes away from hers.

"That's better," Salma said with a smile. She looked down at Eliza. "Well, don't just stand there bitch, remove your Mistress' robe.

In my quest to see her face as she descended the stairs, I hadn't even noticed what Salma was wearing. Looking now, the first thing that caught my eye was the thick leather boots that elevated her a few inches from the ground and reached all the way up to her thighs. Barely covering the rest of her body was a black negligee that hung on her dark skinned form like a second skin, the bottom without the usual frills of lingerie, simply ending a few inches above her thighs. Over her shoulders was a silk robe that spread out behind her when she moved, the material thin enough that I could see the rich Latin skin of her shoulders beneath it. Her black hair hung over the robe behind her and as she stood there with a look of impatience on her face, I detected the faint whiff of a perfume applied hours ago to her body.

Eliza scrambled quickly behind Salma and gently removed the robe from her shoulders, folding it across her arm and carrying it over to the banister of the stairs where she draped it across. Salma and I watched her do this and when Eliza obediently returned to her side, Salma spoke again.

"MMm...you really are quite delectable aren't you?" she said, placing her finger on my neck and gently sliding it up under my chin. I flinched a little at her touch - I never liked strangers touching me, famous or not - which seemed to irritate Salma. She removed her hand quickly from my chin and then slapped me across the cheek hard, almost sending me reeling to the floor.

"Bitch, you will learn to let me touch you," she barked at me as I wobbled on my legs and moved back to her.

"Yes Mistress," I said, placing my arms at my sides as she moved closer to me. Walking around me, her hand trailing once again from my chin to my shoulders to my back to my ass to my stomach to my breasts, she completed her circle around me and had a satisfied smile on her face as she shook her head back and forth.

"I don't know where Eliza finds cunts like you, but I am certainly glad she did. I am going to enjoy this," she said, leaning her face into mine. I felt her lips press against my own and had to fight hard the urge to pull my head away. My cheek still stung from the slap and it was obvious that any more assertions of free will would lead to more violence. Salma stepped away and turned to Eliza.

"Get the bag," she said dryly as she again looked me over from head to toe. My heart was beating wildly in my chest now, a wave of emotions running their course as I tried to regain control of myself in the situation. Why did I let her slap me? How far would she go?

Running to the far room of the main floor that I hadn't seen, Eliza returned a moment later, slightly out of breath.

Salma chided her like a mother. "You stop that smoking, little runs like that won't leave you panting so much,"

"Yes Mistress, I'll try to do that," Eliza said, handing Salma the bag.

"Follow me Katherine," Salma said, turning toward the first two couches where Alicia and Kate were. Approaching them, I wasn't surprised in the slightest to find the two other girls on top of each other in a 69 position. Kate's head was lifted from the ground as she licked furiously at Alicia's swollen and exposed pussy, the patch of red hair above it glistening in the light of some nearby incense. Being on top, all I saw was the back of Alicia's head and her small, firm ass as she grinded herself into Kate's body, her hair swaying all over the place between Kate's legs.

"Get up," Salma said. Like someone struck with lightning, the two girls jumped off of each other instantly, Kate crawling on her hands and knees over to Alicia, who had cowered a bit against the far end of the sofa. They leaned into each other and giggled as they watched Salma, myself and Eliza move towards the larger of the two couches. Alicia's face was flushed and red from being held tightly between Kate's legs, and there was a slight hint of moisture on her face, not to mention a sly look of satisfaction. Kate sat Indian-style with her legs crossed, her small chest heaving a little bit as she caught her breath, while Alicia had her knees raised to her chin, her pussy lips exposed to anyone who might care to look.

Salma stopped in front of the couch and pointed towards a pillow on the far end.

"Here Katherine, lay down. We just have one final thing to do before you are a Rose Petals member for life," Salma said gently. It was unsettling to see her jump from unstable bitch to soothing friend without even the slightest bit of thought or outward change, but again I complied with her request and laid down. Eliza hovered over me, reaching down to remove my panties. I fought for just a second, keeping my legs crossed, but as Salma's hand touched my leg, I found myself opening them easily, allowing the last bit of clothing I wore to be completely removed.

Setting the back down on the floor beside her, Salma crawled onto the couch, putting her knees beneath her as she sat down. She smiled up at me.

"To make sure your loyalties run as deep as Eliza and other members have said they do, we unfortunately must put you through a bit of pain as the final step of your initiation," Salma said. "Don't worry though, it won't take too long, nor will it hurt that much. We have ways of taking your mind off the pain. Here Eliza, show her what you are going to do,"

Eliza moved over to where my head was reclined and pulled the teddy she wore aside slightly. Pointing, I saw a small tattoo of a circle just below her right hip, inches away from the narrow strip of pubic hair she had all but shaved off.

"A tattoo?" I asked, looking from Eliza's bare skin to Salma.

"Think of it as a sort of brand. A way to know where you allegiances lie. It should heal in a few days, and Eliza has done lots of these before, so you are in good hands," Salma said. "Now, lie very still. I'm going to hold your legs down so that you don't accidentally kick Eliza, ok? Do you have a preference for where it goes?"

"Can I get it on my shoulder? I've always wanted one there," I said.

Salma laughed. "No dear Katherine, I'm afraid not. Should you be attending a premiere of some sort and you were bare shouldered, think of what would happen if the press took a photo? No, it's too much risk. It needs to be in a place where only lovers and your sisters would be able to see," she said

I thought about it, trying to decide where would be the least painful. Quite frankly, I didn't want a tattoo at all, especially not one that would "brand" me, but again I felt myself powerless to the controls of Salma and this entire experience.

"My hip...I guess..." I said softly, resigning myself to the fated spot.

"Excellent choice. Now just lay back and relax. You'll feel some initial pain at first but it should pass quickly," Salma said, stroking her hand up my leg. Eliza, now having been given full instructions, kneeled down onto the floor by the bag and pulled out a container of ink and an electric, battery operated needle. Turning it on, it buzzed to life in the room, drawing the attention of Kate and Alicia, who had moved from the couch over to the edge of the table where they now sat, watching like two little children.

I felt Salma's grip on my legs tighten as Eliza leaned over me, an alcohol swab in her hand. She dabbed it just below my left hip, the cool sensation of the alcohol making my skin tingle as she gently brushed it away. She was all business now as she laid one arm across my nude lower half and used the other to aim the needle towards me. The buzzing grew louder as I felt the tip of the needle pierce my skin.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. I reacted wildly, screaming in pain as the needle bore deeper into my skin. My hips bounced off the sofa and I almost bucked Salma off completely, but she reacted smoothly and pressed her entire weight on me, holding me down. Eliza too almost came off, the needle at a diagonal angle in me as I watched, but within a second she had withdrawn it. I panted and managed to catch my breath for a moment, but it was brief as I felt the needle plunge in again, almost in the exact same spot. I had seen plenty of people get tattoos before, but I had never liked needles and as such watching them dig into your skin was a pretty nerve racking experience. I forced myself to look at what Eliza was doing, her face a mask of concentration. I thought I would see blood oozing out of me but I was startled to see simply a red looking spot on my thigh where the needle went in, and a small black dot beginning to form.