Hollywood After Dark Ch. 08

"Who should I give this to?" I asked, looking at Albert Lipsky's tired, gray eyes beneath his balding comb-over.

"Give them to the press, give them to the government, give them to someone you trust. Of course, with just copies like that, you need to get your hands on the real thing, to nail him on anything at least,"

I glanced up from my hands, startled by his comment. "What did you say?"

"I said you need the originals. Copies will get you a search warrant, but it might be too late by then. With his kind of connections, he would be wise within five minutes. You'll need to go on the inside and get the originals before they can charge him with anything," Lipsky said, his voice wheezy now as the strain of moving around really began to take its toll on him.

"Mr. Lipsky...that's not going to be possible. I'm not allowed to set foot near his business or else security will have me arrested," I said, my voice clearly relaying my dissapointment at not having what I thought I had.

"Who said it had to be you? Look, is he still in that god awful fortress in the middle of LA?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure," I replied.

"Then it will be easy. All you do is wait till everyone is gone for the day. The security guards in the lobby take naps all the time, so just wait till they are asleep and then go up to his floor,"

"But where the hell will I find documents like that? The place is huge!"

"Not the accounting department. Look, a lot of the employees of his company are empty seats...they are just there to fill some sort of size requirement. They don't give two shits about him, or his money," he said. Though his body may have been weak, I could tell that the fire still burned in the eyes of Lipsky. It was a white hot flame of revenge.

"That may be, but that doesn't solve the problem of finding them, if they even still exist,"

"They exist, because he wouldn't let them get destroyed. Once you are in the accounting office, go to the far wall. There will be a ceiling tile above you that is heavily water stained and looks like it might fall in at any second. Lift that up and feel around a bit. If Antamount is in the same building I think they are, the book will be right there,"

There was a silence between us as all of it sank into me. It sounded like the plot of some really bad spy movie, but if he was telling the truth then this might actually work.

"And you are sure of this Mr. Lipsky?"

"Sure as the day is long, and as the thirst for the blood of Wilton Willis runs through me,"

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I simply nodded my head.

"Now, if you will excuse me young man, I believe that the devil woman will be coming in here any minute. Rather than have her bother me, could you wheel me over to the window and open the blinds for me?"

"It would be my pleasure Mr. Lipsky," I said, walking over towards him now, comfortable for the first time around his presence. Wheeling him to a stop in front of one of the windows, I pulled on the cord and was greeted by the beautiful sight of the Atlantic Ocean glimmering through the blindes, along with the mid-day sun and the reflective surface of the beach and its crashing waves.

"Open the window for me please. Those quack doctors say that the ocean air helps my breathing," he said. I did as he asked and now the breeze from the ocean filled the room, the pungent odor of sea water seeping into my skin. Lowering my hand from the window sill, I felt Lipsky's hand on mine.

"Good luck Alex," he said, a smile on his face as his hand patted me like a father touches his child. He slowly pulled it away and directed his gaze out the window, the wind rustling what little hair he had left. I stood for a long moment, taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean air as the sounds of Miami floated in from the front of the condo.

I left him there as I walked out of the room and, a few hours later, boarded a plane for home. As the plane touched down in Los Angeles, I was filled not with a sense of panic, but a sense of purpose. For the first time, I suddenly felt like things were going right; that I was somehow destined to be going down this path. That I might actually be able to do some good in this world. Forget moving people through a script, this was about moving real people and saving real lives.

This evil had to be faced, not just for me and Katherine or Kyokota and Charlie, or even for Albert Lipsky. Wilton Willis had to be stopped for the sake of all that was still good in this world. And I was determined to be the person to do it.

KATHERINE'S STORY:

I don't know how long I was out, but I was startled awake by some noise in the room where Mila and myself were being held. My mind was groggy and things seemed to be moving in slow motion a bit as my eyes adjusted once again to the little bit of light that was in the room. I heard cars going by outside, as well as people laughing way off in the distance. I knew that my problems were far from over.

Focusing my eyes, I saw the man who introduced himself as Clarence, standing in front of me. Behind him was a big screen TV on a small stand, the set probably costing at least ten times as much as the wood that it sat on. He smiled at me as I saw him move closer. I opened my mouth to scream, to speak, but nothing came out. I stared at him frightfully, my heart beating loudly in my chest, a light sheen of sweat coating my body. I noticed that my arms were still bolted down, as were my legs, though much to my horror, they were spread rather lewdly, exposing my nakedness to the room.

"Good, you are awake. I know your body is still adjusting to our little cocktail's mixture, but the grogginess will pass," he said in a smooth, comforting voice. "You may feel tired but I promise you, the sooner we start, the better off you will be,"

He walked over to the television and turned it on in the front. A blue glow immediately started to radiate from it's screen, the soft light illuminating more of the room than I had been able to see before. It was just as much of a shit hole as I had feared, but its contents seemed to be quite expensive and fairly new. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mila's body near me. She too was naked but it appeared from the shallow sound of her breathing that she was (luckily) still asleep.

Crouching down by the television, his face given a weird glow by the light of it, Clarence spoke again. I could see his features more clearly now - he was a fairly attractive man, very large and very bald, with a soft face that looked completely out of place, given the situation.

"Let me explain a few things to you now Katherine. What we gave you was, well, I can't really tell you its exact contents, but I can tell you what it will do to you. Your mind has been lulled into a very receptive state by our little friend in the needle. You are probably finding my words and my voice to be very soothing and comforting to you,"

He was right...there was something about the smooth way in which he was talking that made my heart beat a little more regularly. I hated him though, for putting me in this situation, for restraining me like this, and especially for the fact that everything he seemed to be saying was actually happening to me.

"In addition," he continued. "We have given you a triple dose of an aphrodesiac that is very hard to come by. Believe me when I say that my employers spared no expense when they stocked up on the stuff. The feelings that it will bring you should start momentarily, now that you are conscience of what is going on around you. As I said before your very unexpected drift off into sleep, we are here to recondition you. We are here to help you, to make you feel good and to make you stay loyal to my employers. You won't be hurt in any way, nor will you do anything that you don't want to do. Of course, we might help you do it, but that is beside the point. The real goal is to just make sure that you fully realize what it means when you cross or try to fool my employer,"

He stood up again, and walked behind where I lay on the table. I strained my neck to try and see him but it was of no use. I could hear his voice behind me.

"We also hope that you will be able to, upon satisfactory completion of your conditioning, be able to provide us information that we need to help us find your associate, a Mr. Hilt. I realize that right now you would never think of betraying his trust, but in due time, you will break. Everyone breaks,"

There was some rustling behind me, the sound of something heavy leaving what sounded like a metal table. As he drew very close to me now, my mouth open and panting as I tried to speak to him, tried to plead for him to let me go, I could feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck. It sent a surprising thrill down my body, one that I immediately tried to keep in check. I was able to suspend the feeling a bit before it spread to my lower half, but the battle was tough - I felt like my body was betraying me with each passing second, that my mind was losing control of my actions.

I suddenly felt something being placed on my head, something that seemed to resemble a metal crown. A rubber tube extended from it, resting against my right cheek as I tried to move my head to look up at it. Clarence placed his hands on my face and firmly but gently held me from moving around too much, thereby preventing me from looking up like I wanted to. A leather strap was slid under my chin, my mouth closing to accomodate the snug fit. I felt my heart beat wildly in my chest again as two prong like things were folded down by Clarence's big hands, the metal ends pointing directly towards my eyes.

In fear, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep them from snagging hold, but it was of no avail. With a surprising amount of tenderness, I felt the tiny metal clasps being fastened to my eyelids as Clarence pushed them up gently, pulling my eyes open against my will. The air dried them out instantly, but before they could water up too much, I felt a soothing liquid slide off of the prongs and into my exposed eyes, clearing my vision instantly.

Stepping back away from the table behind me, I adjusted myself to this new headgear thing that was attached to me. What little mobility I had with my head before was now gone, as my eyes were held open and I was forced essentially to look at nothing but the haunting blue screen in front of me. Everywhere I moved my eyes, I couldn't get the television out of my sight, no matter how much I tried, which seemed to be the point. Visions of "Clockwork Orange" filled my head as Clarence stood next to me on the table.

He seemed to sense my thoughts.

"I was told you are an actress, and a fairly talented one as well. You are no doubt aware then of the fictional world of movies. You act in them, you star in them, you watch them with friends on a Friday night. But I'm sorry to tell you Katherine, that this is not a movie. This is real life, and you are playing yourself. Movies can teach us so much, and they can make our troubled world seem so much better than before the first reel started or the play button was pushed. That's all that we want Katherine. We want you to watch our movie and to feel better and to learn about yourself, unleash what has long been pent up in you. Release what my employer saw in you and wants you to utilize in every possible way. Relax and don't fight it Katherine. Watch our film. It will change your life,"

With a slow, deliberate hand, I felt Clarence's fingers run across my belly. I tensed up my muscles as best I could, trying to block out the feel of his rough, pleasurable hand as it moved towards my breast. His thick fingers crested over the base of my breast, sliding upwards onto the top of it as he fondled my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I felt a drop of sweat fall from my forehead, pleasure starting to course through my drugged body as we gently pulled and played with the nipple ring that had been put into me what seemed like a lifetime ago.

But just as quickly as he started, his hand left my flesh. My body felt on fire from his touch and part of me was seeming to beg for him to touch me again, to keep touching me all over. He chuckled to himself and smiled down at me, before moving over to the television again. He pushed a button down beneath the set and I heard the player kick to life. The blue screen went black for a few moments, just enough time for Clarence to speak once more.

"I'll come back when the time is right. Enjoy the show,"

He walked away then, just as the "film" on the screen was starting. As my eyes once again focused on the screen, I was startled at what I saw.

In what appeared to be a rapid series of shots, each containing a totally different scene, the film was nothing more than a porno. Blinking by and changing scenes from one film to the other almost every two or three seconds, it was almost hypnotic in rapidity. I laughed inwardly at what my fears had been over something as trivial as a bunch of porn flicks, but then I noticed something happening.

Even though I could not look away from the screen, my attention began to focus on it. The actions on screen - two women eating each other out with gusto and apparent delight, followed by a girl getting fucked in all three of her holes, followed by a series of long, sticky cum shots all over a cute blondes face were beginning to have the desired effect. Clarence's attention to my body, plus what I knew had to be the effect of the drugs on my body were beginning to make my nipples tingle and burn with pleasure as I became engaged in the film.

My thoughts start to drift away, jokes about the stupidity of it now becoming less and less in my mind as my defenses started to wear down and I began to - yes, as much as I hate to admit it - enjoy the video. My vision started to get very tunnel like and soon the room around me began to fade away as I started to anticipate and hope for the next scene to appear.

I don't know how long it took but soon, I felt the juices between my legs start to work inside my body, feeling the heated stickiness as they slowly leaked from between my thighs and onto my legs. As a woman was fucked up the ass by a monsterous black cock, I felt my breathing become more and more rapid as my mind focused entirely on the scene. Soon I wasn't just watching it, I was actually beginning to imagine myself in the role of the girls on screen, the ones who were being used and loving it.

In the back of my mind, I heard a voice scream to resist, to think about other things and not get turned on by this lewd video in front of me. But the voice soon began to fade as I felt my whole body start to tingle while watching the video. Sweat that had already formed on my nude body was now flowing freely as my wide open eyes consumed just what it was supposed to. I couldn't look away from the screen but as I realized this, I started to understand that I didn't really even want to look away. That I wanted to watch this, that my body was begging the men on screen to fuck the girls harder, to make her cum and to cum all over her themselves.

To my surprise, a low moan started to escape my lips, the first sound I had been able to make in who knew how many hours. It was soft at first, but as the scene changed to something that actually mimicked my own situation - a girl tied to a bed, getting caressed by three other women, who were happily groping her breasts and pussy and kissing her beautiful face - the moan became a cry of lust. My throat still felt incredibly dry but I didn't really care...the action on screen was too hot to NOT illicit a reaction from me.

As more and more of my juices continued to flow from between my legs, my taut eyes and sweaty body now totally in the grasp of this film, a funny thing started to happen. What little bit of control I still had told me that it wasn't really happening, but like a wave cresting over long dried out rocks, there was no denying that I was on the verge of a monsterous orgasm - one that would come (or cum perhaps) without any help from anything but my mind and body.

Staring at the screen, breathlessly anticipating what was on it and putting myself mentally into each and every situation, wherein my body was being used and pleasured, my tits fucked hard with a large cock, my face coated with stream after stream of hot, sticky, delicious cum, my orgasm finally began and I pulled hard against the restraints as my back arched as much as it could, the release of sexual tension inside me like a small explosion.

My nipples felt like razor sharp points, the slight jostling of my body making the rings through them jingle against my body wonderfully as I hit the peak. Things started to get very dark and black and warm and comforting around me, all at once, my sexual energy amplified by the drugs that Clarence had given me.

Clarence, yes Clarence! Oh how I wished he was here right now! Fucking his cock deep and long and hard into my pussy, I was sure he had a wonderfully huge ebony cock that would make my orgasm all the better, I thought to myself as my eyes continued to feast on the delicious scene of flesh playing out before me, the cum gushing from between my legs like a river as the small inner explosions leading up to the big bang sent me to levels of orgasmic pleasure I never ever thought possible!

I continued to pull against the restraints, my body craving with its every fiber to be able to close my legs together and put spectacular pressure on my clit, to be able to release my hand and let it rub my pussy raw with my trembling fingers as the orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours. My hair had slid between my eyes and I angrily blew it out of my face, for fear of it blocking the view of this masterpiece playing on the screen in front of me, this wonderful film that had brought me to such incredible levels of pleasure.

Just when I thought the orgasm was over, one final monsterous wave of bliss hit me, making my pussy spasm inside as a strong gush of my surely sweet and hot girl cum coated my thighs and shaved pussy all around. It was too much to take though, and things once again started to get black before my eyes, only this time they stayed black. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head, the only place they could go thanks to Clarence's great attachment and I once again passed out, this time from pleasure and exhaustion.

I must have been out for a few minutes at least, because when I awoke things had changed. Oh, the film was still playing, and I was happy to see that I hadn't missed too much (though at this point, missing ANY would be like losing a family member, the loss that devestating) but the room was suddenly much more crowded. I could hear female pantings and moanings, these much closer and much more real than what was blasting through the speakers attached to the set.

Mila. She must have awoken and must be viewing the same thing as me! Part of me was jealous that maybe she was watching a different version than I was but as I listened more closely to the screen off to my right I could already tell that she was getting the same wonderful show that I was. This made me happy. Mila was my friend and I wanted her to experience this as well...it was too wonderful an experience not to share.

But we weren't alone. Standing over me, I now noticed, was Clarence and two other men. They were all naked, their black bodies glistening with sweat or oil (I didn't really care, they just looked hot) as they loomed over me, smilingly devilishly at the fact that I was now awake. My thoughts earlier of Clarence fucking me with his big black cock suddenly rushed to the front of my mind. I continued to stare at them, hating myself for not being able to watch the movie.

"You like the movie so far, don't you Katherine?" Clarence asked.

I nodded my head, surprised to see that apparently my restraints had been loosened - either by them or by me with my own body movements.