Fine Time: Hollywood Remix

"You want this cum like a good whore?"

"Mmmmm, yeah. Give it to me! I want it, give it to me!!"

"Where do you want it?"

"All over my face and my tits!"

"Spoken like a true whore!"

"OHHHHH, FUCK!! SHIT!!"

Aaron's voice screamed as he cut off his friend. Just when he grunted, a thick wad of cum went flying over the left cheek of Lucy's face. It splashed and dripped down, just before another wad went flying over her left temple and splashed into her hair. Randy took a deep breath before screaming.

"OHHHHH, YEAH! THAT'S IT, FUCK!!"

Lucy kept her eyes shut as she soon felt a hot string splash up against the side side of her nose and drip down. Another thick wave of cum struck her left eyelid, dripping down like a cum-filled teardrop down the side of her nose. She licked her lips while feeling the cum drip across her face, still holding her giant breasts up. Randy focused on draining his load all over her tits, painting strings and thick droplets of cum across both her tits. As Aaron found himself satisfied with the cum splattered over her face he jacked himself off towards her tits, adding more layers of cum to her famous big tits. Randy dropped his cock, letting it hang as he was finished now. She heard them both take deep breaths as she slowly began to open her eyes, not bothered by the bit of cum that splashed over her left eye. Aaron fed his cock towards her mouth for her to milk out the final bit of cum.

"Look at me, whore. I wanna see those eyes one last time."

Randy called out to her in a tone of voice clearly showing fatigue as he was nearly exhausted. Lucy stuck her tongue out, catching the cum still dripping from Aaron's rod as he gazed up into Randy's eyes. He looked down at her, impressed. The cum over her breasts shined from the light above, as she was a dripping mess. He placed his hand down over her head, petting her like he did earlier today. Lucy knew what he was about to tell her next.

"Good whore. God, you were fucking terrific. Hot damn!!"

He stepped off while she wrapped her hand around Aaron's cock to bring it towards her mouth and suck it dry of cum. Her lips came off with a loud pop sound after she was finished. Like his friend, Aaron petted her on the head too and smiled before repeating the same words.

"Good whore, Lucy. You were lovely indeed."

She giggled before replying to him.

"Mmmm, yeah! I certainly feel like your whore right now."

They left her sitting there on her knees, dripping in cum. Lucy took a deep breath and looked down at the mess over her tits. Aaron and Randy had moved back towards the couch and then Lucy heard an odd sound. They began to move the couch out from behind the wall, pushing it to the side. Randy walked off to a table that had paperwork and some other assorted things. He grabbed a black marker and then pointed at Lucy before smiling.

"Get over here."

As she began to rise to her knees, Randy stepped over and gently grabbed her arm to walk her over to the other side of the room where they pulled the couch out. Lucy looked to see the back had included a white piece that held signatures written over it. At the top it said in all caps 'AARON AND RANDY'S WHORES'. Below, there were several signatures of various girls. Lucy counted them, as she got to the number 8. Some of the signatures were in different colors of ink, but all of them had a date underneath. Randy handed her the black ink marker and smirked.

"Time to make it official."

"Yeah, sign your name on there Lucy."

She laughed before shaking her head, the cum dripping down her face and to her neck.

"Oh my god, you two are crazy! So I am not the first woman you both fucked back here together on this couch? Looks like you've been keeping a pretty good score on this."

"That's right, and you are number nine for us! Sign your name and put the date, please. No one is gonna see this but is. It's like a personal autograph book, but way cooler."

Aaron answered before laughing. Lucy fell back down to her knees and took the marker, opening it to sign. Randy leaned down and pointed to a large open space on the white canvas and spoke.

"Look, I want your signature to be bigger than the other bitches on here. You were better than ALL OF THEM, so make sure your name is big!"

She couldn't help but laugh at his praise.

"Alright, I can do that!"

Placing the edge of the marker to the big blank space, Lucy wrote out her signature and drew a heart as if she were signing an autograph. Under it, she wrote in the order date-month-year, filling in 20-8-2017 under it. After she was done, she closed the marker and handed it back to Randy. The two men held their hands together and began to slowly clap for her. The claps became faster after a second, as Lucy couldn't help but sit there and laugh. She looked back at the couch's wall and couldn't help but think of the other eight women who must have had to sit here and listen to their ritualistic clapping after signing their names. They reminded her of the two brothers she met in India last year who had a similar niche of wanting a photograph to keep of her. After they were done goofing around with her, Randy helped to pull her up from her knees and Aaron spoke up.

"I'll show you to a bathroom upstairs, I imagine you want to take a shower after that."

"Oh yes, you both have made me filthy. I need a shower and would you mind taking me home?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll drive you back to the studio tomorrow too so you can ride home in your car."

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1 MONTH LATER

Grey clouds moved, hanging in the sky over what had been a pleasant evening so far. The sky was fading into an orange color as the sun began to make it's fall into the ocean. Lucy was sitting outside the back of her mansion, relaxing near the pool. Her hair was fixed up in a ponytail, as she planned to jump in the pool soon. Underneath her robe, she had her body fit in a blue bikini. She had finished filming with Benson last month, followed by a string of praise and the old man himself talking to executives about using her in promotional cards. Aaron and Randy still occasionally flirted with her a few times on the set, but nothing went beyond that special day back at Aaron's mansion. Lucy did a photo shoot for Benson that would be used in the promo run for the film. Working on the set had been so much fun and she felt appreciated for her hard work.

Outside, Mark joined her as she had invited him over to spend an afternoon with her. Ever since the movie production, Lucy found herself wanting to become closer with the man who had helped her get this far. She felt that Mark was truly one of her only close friends out here in L.A. who had known her for some time and been with her throughout the years. He had witnessed her days back home in England when she was a glamour model. It was him who had helped her meet a powerful man in Ibiza that led to her trip to India for a Bollywood film and now, it was him again who had introduced her to Mr. Benson. She and Mark sat side by side in the lounge chairs, looking over the pool and enjoying the evening. He was shirtless, as he had brought his swim trunks this time to join her in the pool. As they sat there, her cellphone began to ring. Lucy picked it up, noticing an odd number that seemed to be familiar to her. She pushed the button to answer and raised the phone to her right ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi there! Is this Lucy Pinder? Your voice sure sounds like her."

The voice was recognizable from a man who seemed to know her. Lucy didn't quite know who he was just yet. She leaned up in her chair while answering back.

"Ummmm, yes, this is me. Who am I speaking with?"

"Remember me, babe? It's Drew Knight! Long time no see! How the hell have you been!?"

Her lower lip dropped. Mark glanced over and seen the disgusted expression across Lucy's face. Drew Knight was the slick talking owner of Dream Attack Studios. She had a history with him, as hearing his voice for the first time in so long did not leave a positive impression. He continued speaking through the phone to her.

"I just wanted to call you and see what's up. I've heard a lot of good things about you recently."

"I'm doing good lately, thank you."

"Congrats on the film with Michael Benson. That old man is a legend, I always wanted him to drop by the studio and work with us. I heard about you coming up in his next movie, that's great. I'm happy for you."

"Thanks..."

"Look, I know things ended on a rocky note with us, but I'm curious if you would like to patch things up? Maybe give me and the company another chance, please? I was wondering if you were looking for an agent right now. I heard that you don't have one anymore since you left Dream Attack."

Her eyes looked towards Mark's face as she replied into the phone.

"Well, you heard wrong. I already have an agent."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yeah, I'm looking right at him."

"But I can get you into better movies! If you would just give me another-"

She moved the phone from ear and clicked the button to hang up. Lucy was done with Dream Attack Studios and those ghosts from the past. Mark watched her place the phone back down over the patio table and spoke.

"What the hell was that about?"

Lucy smiled at him.

"That was Drew Knight, the twat back over at Dream Attack."

Her accent came out strong when she said the word 'twat', but Mark was too focused on the subject at hand to be amused by her lovely voice.

"What did he want with you?"

"He asked if I had an agent. I told him I was looking right at him. You're my agent now, Mark. It's you and me, I don't need anyone else."

He raised his eyebrows, shocked at the words she spoke. Mark watched Lucy rise up from the chair, turning to face him as her figure blocked the sunlight from his view. He pointed to himself for a moment before replying back to her.

"Wait, really!? When did this happen?"

"The moment you got me in with Mr. Benson! Come on, Mark!"

Reaching down, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up to stand face to face with her. Lucy looked up into his eyes as she held his hand over hers. It was time to confess feelings she had for a long time. Lucy had thought about the last few years and all the traveling she had done. She needed someone there with her to share the moments beyond just friends with benefits.

"We've known each other all these years. We've shared a lot of memories together, you know."

"Yes, I know. You've always been a great friend to me, Lucy."

"Mark..."

She spoke in a soft voice, looking down as she bit her lower lip. Lucy looked back at him and then took a deep breath, trying to hold back her words to him. After a sigh, she finally blurted it out to him.

"Tell me you love me."

"What?"

He looked back at her surprised. Lucy let out another sigh and simply smiled at him.

"Do you love me?"

Now he was the one taking a deep breath and sighing. Mark blushed as his cheeks began to turn red. He looked away from her for a moment as Lucy brought her hands up to cup his cheeks.

"Mark, we've been good friends for a long time. Don't you think it's time we took it up a notch? Come on, I want you to be my agent and you need a woman who will love you. Do you love me?"

"Oh my god, Lucy..."

"Do you, honey?"

"Yes...YES I DO! I DO LOVE YOU, LUCY!!"

As he confessed his true feelings to hers, Lucy wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. Moments like this came rare, as two long time friends became passionate lovers. The sun began to set from the distance as they kissed and embraced one another together. Weather her film career went anywhere beyond a few roles in big movies as eye candy, Lucy didn't care. At least she had a man to love her after this wild journey since her retirement from glamour modelling.

THE END