Hollywood After Dark Ch. 04

Frantically I looked around for a place to hide. The shower would do no good because Mandy would easily see my frame through the frosted glass. The bathroom was rather small with just a counter, the toilet and the shower, and my heart raced now at the realization that I was trapped! Shit, they would have me thrown out and arrested if they caught me, what was I going to do?

I moved as quietly as possible behind the door to the bathroom, thankful that it was slightly ajar as I heard Mandy's footsteps grow louder now. I pressed my body tightly in between the wall and the small space behind the door, holding onto the handle tightly as I held my breath.

The light in the bathroom came on and I saw Mandy in the mirror as she walked over to the counter, reaching out to grab the towels. She hadn't looked up - not yet anyways - and for a moment I thought I was going to be safe.

However, as she did finally glance up to fix her hair in the mirror, I saw her eyes slowly look in the mirror until she was looking right at me. My breath caught in my throat as Mandy began to scream in surprise and shock. Footfalls came a moment later as Avril rushed into the bathroom.

"Mandy, what is it?" she said with grave concern.

"THERE'S SOMEONE IN HERE!" she screamed. Avril looked into the mirror where Mandy was pointing and saw me, jumping back in surprise (though thankfully not joining Mandy in the high pitched scream). Releasing the door handle, I knew the jig was up.

"Wait wait, stop screaming please! I can explain!" I said, trying to reassure the girls as I stepped out from behind the door, both of them practically tripping over each other as they backed out of the room.

"Stop, please!" I cried, putting my hands out to try and reassure them. Avril gripped Mandy tightly, mercifully sliding her hand over the girl's mouth as she stared at me cautiously, both of them continuing to back out of the room. Mandy's scream stopped as soon as Avril covered her mouth but both girls had wide-eyed looks of fear on their faces.

"Please, I'm not going to hurt you, just let me talk for a minute ok? Please?" I pleaded, hoping that they would hear me out. Avril's hand still over her mouth, Mandy glanced back at Avril. The two girl's eyes met for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Avril finally looked back at me, nodding her head slowly as she slid her hand from Mandy's mouth but still held onto her protectively like a little sister.

"I'm...I'm Petty. I'm a musician. I was here performing on TRL with Beyonce today before Avril went on. They said I could use this dressing room to take a shower and change and when I got out of the shower, you two were already in here. I'm sorry, I should have come out sooner, but I didn't know what to do. Please, you have to believe me, I'm not trying to hurt you or anything, I promise," I said, breathing heavily as I searched their faces, hoping they would believe me.

There was a heavy knock on the door of the dressing room, the pounding startling all three of us.

"Ms. Lavinge? Is everything ok? Could you unlock the door please?" a heavy male voice called, probably security.

We looked at each other for a moment. It dawned on Mandy now that she was naked in front of me, and she quickly put her arms to her chest to cover herself as Avril stepped back from her, walking slightly to the middle of the room before pausing. She looked hard at the door, then back at me, then back at the door, then once again back at me, debating on what to say.

"It's...it's fine. I'm okay. There was just a spider in the bathroom and it scared me, that's all," Avril said loudly, her voice tense.

"Could you open the door please? This is security, we just want to make sure you are alright," the voice called. Avril walked to the door, pressing her naked torso against it. She looked back at me intently, as if to let me know full well that she could simply open the door and have me arrested.

"No...I'm fine. Really. You can't come in, I'm not dressed," she said, the first non-lie to come out of her mouth since the pounding began.

There was a pause, then the voice spoke again.

"Ok, well if you have any trouble, just let us know," the man said. We all listened intently as we heard him walk away slowly. Mandy was trembling now as Avril leaned back against the door, sighing in relief.

Mandy backed away towards Avril, leaning against the girl as if for protection. Avril took her by the shoulders and then walked closer to me.

"How much did you see?" Avril asked, staring at me.

"I...I saw everything," I said, my head hanging down dejectedly at being caught. I suddenly felt very guilty for spying on these girls, arousing as it may have been.

Avril led Mandy over to the couch as they sat down. I walked slowly, standing in front of them.

There was a long silence as Mandy continued to tremble in Avril's arms, obviously shaken by not only doing something taboo, but by having a complete stranger like me see her do it. Avril stroked Mandy's back, reassuring her.

"You know, I could have had you arrested right now for that," Avril said coldly.

"I know, and I'm thankful that you didn't. Very thankful. I promise you though, if you watch a tape of the performance today, you'll see that I was on there. Honest," I said.

"I'm taking you at your word, but you've already given me your name so if you're lying, it won't be hard to get you busted," Avril said, sneering slightly at me.

Mandy looked up at me, a frightened look on her face.

"Are you a lesbian too?" she asked in an innocent, childlike voice.

The question came out of nowhere so fast that for a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

"No, I'm not but...well, I guess when I heard you two out here...I couldn't help but watch you," I replied.

Avril let Mandy go and stood up from the couch, her eyes meeting mine.

"Then did you like what you saw? Since you watched us?" Avril asked, her face completely expressionless. Where was this going?

"I...I guess so,"

"Do you want to make it up to us? For your little spying adventures I mean," Avril said, lifting Mandy up by the arm. She had composed herself now, and was looking at me curiously, as if she too was trying to see where Avril was going with this.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Mandy has already cum. You heard that. And from the front of your dress, it looks like you have too," Avril said. I glanced down between my legs and felt embarrassed by the wet spot directly over my crotch.

"I...that's not..."

"Bullshit it isn't. But hey, it's cool with me. If I knew I had an audience, I would have been making it a lot more exciting," Avril said. "But you see, if you and Mandy have come, then that just leaves me standing here, not getting off, despite being watched by a complete stranger who she HERSELF got off,"

"So you want me to..."

"Yep, that's right. Unless you prefer I call the security guard back here?"

I stared at Avril for a moment, as did Mandy. She glanced at Avril's face and said "Avril, are you sure you want to..."

"Yes Mandy, quiet. Trust me, this is a good idea. I can think of no one better for you to practice on than our little voyeur here. She is pretty sexy isn't she? Doesn't it turn you on that she was watching you get your cute little pussy eaten?"

Mandy giggled, her face turning red. "Yes, I guess so,"

I couldn't believe how ballsy Avril was being. Sure, she seemed like the dominant one in sex but her personality towards me now echoed that of someone twice her age, someone with a vast knowledge at getting what she wanted.

Avril reached her hand out and took me by it, pulling me closer. I was a few inches taller than her but she barely had to turn her head upward, her blue eyes locking onto my own.

"Well, don't just stand there. I bet you know exactly what to do," Avril said, letting go of my hand. I looked at her again for a final moment, then tentatively put my hands on her shoulders. Mandy stepped back to watch us, to watch as I slid my hands down Avril's body to her cargo pants, the one remaining piece of actual clothing she wore. The angle at which I was trying to undo her zipper was not working well for me, so I slowly sunk down to my knees so that I could have a better vantage point at which to take them off.

The zipper slid down slowly as I pulled them down past her hips. Unlike Mandy, Avril wore a pair of men's boxer shorts beneath her pants, complete with little hearts on them. Avril watched me with interest as I pulled her pants down all the way, her legs lifting as she stepped out of them. I reached my thumbs up to the hem of the boxers and pulled them down as well. She was naked beneath them, her pussy trimmed a neat little patch of brown hair above her snatch, her pussy curved slightly between her legs, her young mound not fully developed yet.

As I slid the boxers off, Avril stepped backwards on the couch and sat down, propping her legs up on the couch so that her wet and aroused young cunt was clearly visible, the pinkish hue of her lips poking out from beneath a slight wisp of hair over her pussy. Avril leaned back against the couch, shaking her hair free as she moved her hands down to her twat, parting the lips slightly.

She grinned at me seductively. "What are you waiting for?"

I looked at her apprehensively for a moment, hesitating over the conflicting feelings I was having. On the one hand, I desperately wanted to just bury myself into her pussy and lap at it like a wild animal, making her scream and yell in orgasm. But deep down, that same desire to be told what to do, to be submissive like I had been for Fernando, was resurfacing. So I compromised, slowly pushing my face between Avril's legs as she held her lips open for me, pushing my hair aside so that my mouth would have perfect access to her pussy.

I stuck my tongue out from my mouth tentatively, licking at a slight spot of moisture on one of her lips, tasting the flavor of it on my taste buds. It was sweet like honey, a delicious nectar that was uniquely different from my own taste a few minutes earlier. As I stared at her cunt, I started to see more and more of these little spots and began to work my tongue over each of them quickly, until before I knew it, I was licking all over her aroused sex.

Though I couldn't see her due to my position between Avril's legs, I could hear Mandy moving around listlessly behind me, trying to decide what to do. I'm sure watching me eat out Avril had started to make her grow aroused again, but she seemed hesitant on whether or not she should reciprocate the pleasure that Avril had given her.

Turns out, Avril made the decision for her.

"Mandy, why don't you show Petty what you were going to show me? She has thiiiissss ooohh goodddd ppparrt pretty well covered," Avril said, ever the giver of orders.

I heard Mandy move behind me, sitting down on the floor behind my legs. I was kneeling now and I felt surprise as Mandy's small hand caressed the top of my ass, lifting the back of my dress up.

Mandy giggled. "Hey, she isn't wearing any panties!"

"All the better to give you access Mandy," Avril said. I looked up at her and our eyes met, my tongue now sliding in between her slippery folds as I lapped at her steadily growing supply of juices.

I shuddered for a moment as I felt Mandy's face lower in front of my pussy, her warm breath tickling my sex. As her face drew closer, Mandy's tongue slid out almost as hesitantly as mine, the tip touching my pussy lips for a moment before pulling away quickly. Mandy giggled again and then placed her hands on top of my ass, smacking her lips as she lowered her tongue back to the top of my slit.

I moaned into Avril's pussy as Mandy traced her tongue slowly down the length of my pussy opening, her tongue squeaking inside by the tip every now and then. Upon reaching the bottom, she slid it back up again, the effect of her warm and wet mouth making me shiver in pleasure. Avril was the benefactor of my arousal though, because from the moment she touched my womanhood, I began to eat away at Avril faster and faster. She had already trembled around my head, her thighs tightly pressing my cheeks together as she groaned in pleasure, this just causing me to lap at her ferociously in an attempt to drink up all of her juice.

Mandy had grown more bold now, her tongue delving into my pussy. Had I not come a few minutes earlier, I almost certainly would have hit a massive orgasm right then and there. As it was though, I could feel one already starting to build with each gentle and timid lick by Mandy. I couldn't resist the urge to lift my head from Avril's legs again, turning around to watch as Mandy Moore pushed her nose into my ass and her tongue deep into my folds.

"Hey, hey, you've already done enough watching," Avril said, taking my head back down to between her legs. I "apologized" to her by taking her aroused clit between my lips and pulling on it gently as my tongue suckled on the bottom of it. Avril was squirming on the seat now, her orgasm sure to come at any minute. Dominating or not, she WAS still young and I knew that she had a life time of orgasms ahead of her, and her ability to hold out longer from coming was sure to increase over time.

Mandy was now fully emblazoned by the apparent taste of my pussy, as she was now including a finger inside of me as her tongue slid in and out, tasting my now sopping wet cunt. I continued to lick at Avril, her body trembling as I batted her clit around with my tongue, her fingers twitching as she was barely able to keep her pussy open (not like it would have mattered...she was so aroused that gravity would have even taken a break!). I felt her legs squeeze tightly around my head, immediately cutting off my air supply as I wore my tongue out sucking and licking and tasting her sweet young pussy.

"Oh God! Don't stop! Yessssssss!!!! I'M CUMMMINNNGG!" Avril cried, her ass bouncing up off the sofa as her legs tensed and then relaxed, her body falling back onto the sofa with a thud, her pale skin flush with excitement.

I felt Mandy work her finger into me like a piston as Avril's orgasm was approaching and this triggered my own a few seconds after Avril collapsed, the sexy and sultry sound of her voice and Mandy's newly acquired skills just too much for me. Mandy plunged her finger in one final time before my ass shook and my second (or was it third?) orgasm of the day arrived. She plucked her finger out quickly and, just like Avril had done, put her mouth over my pussy. Mandy wasn't quite as quick as Avril had been, so though she certainly drank up a lot of my juice, a considerable amount ran down her lips and chin, streaking along her naked body.

I rested my head on Avril's thigh, catching my breath as Mandy crawled on her hands and knees over to the couch, climbing up as she curled up next to Avril, stroking her breast. Avril reached her hand out lovingly and touched Mandy's cheek, taking some of my excess cum off the girl's face and then licking it clean from her own finger.

After we had all caught our breath, Avril finally spoke.

"So Petty, you say you're a musician. What do you play?" she asked dreamily, pushing a stray piece of hair away from my face.

"Guitar. I just did a CD of my own, but right now I'm doing touring with Beyonce," I said.

"Awesome, another rock girl. We need more people like you and me. Care to get together sometime to maybe have a jam session and you know...whatever?" Avril asked.

"Sure, I'd love to," I said. "And thanks for not calling the cops on me,"

"No problem, you more than redeemed yourself,"

"Hey, what about me?" Mandy spoke up, sounding a little hurt at being excluded.

"Oh don't worry, with set of pipes like yours," Avril said, stroking Mandy's breast "We could definitely use you around to keep us in key,"

The three of us laughed at this, giggling like little school girls.

ALEX'S STORY:

For a while, nothing happened. That's not to say that I wasn't busy, or that Katherine wasn't busy - far from it. Things actually managed to get back to normal, as per her advice I returned to Antamount to oversee production on the movie. Within two or three weeks time, things were moving along briskly, with actual shooting set to start in the next week. The film was to be shot in three locations: on Antamount's studio lot, for the blue screen activities; around the Washington DC area for some of the more scenic shots of the film and the outdoors stuff (how ironic that a film about Russia would be filmed in Washington DC) and finally oversees in France for some of the more elegant shots. I couldn't imagine the cost of shooting in three such different locations, but that wasn't really my concern at the moment.

No, what I was concerned with was the lack of activity in and around Antamount and the Rose Petals. Katherine and I were careful never to go out in public together, taking seperate cars and parking blocks away if we stayed at each other's apartments, but regardless of this, it was as if we had imagined the entire thing. No hints about what Willis was up to, no calls for escort duties from the Rose Petals. Nothing. It was almost enough to make us relax and forget about the entire thing. Almost.

The office I had occupied on the studio lot was now being renovated, as was that entire building, to make things up to snuff for the fire code of the state. Because of this, the main people on the film, not to mention the talent, were forced to take up residence in a series of trailers set up in the parking lot outside where filming was taking place. I had been given the choice of sharing a nicer one with Brandon Shuman (another writer) or taking one of the more decrepit ones. With Katherine in mind, I chose to take the rusty one at the end of the little circle that had been formed, figuring privacy was much better than a smelly trailer any day.

Sitting inside the trailer one morning, reviewing the shooting script for the day, there was a knock on my door. Opening it, I saw one of the assistants squint up at me in the morning sun.

"Mr. Hilt? Ms. Kunis wanted to see you in her trailer," he said, his face upturned as he shielded his eyes.

"Thanks. Which one is she in?" I asked.

"Third one on the right," he replied, glancing at me one more time to make sure I didn't need anything else and then walking away slowly. I closed the door and went back inside, picking up the shooting script. As I opened the door to step out, my intuition about what Willis had going on kicked in. I already knew that two of the other leads in the film - Monica Bellucci and Eliza Dushku - were involved in the whole scheme in some aspect. But what about Mila Kunis, the third lead and the daughter of the main male character? I hadn't even said hello to her before this, and now she wanted me to come talk to her? This sounded a little suspicious. With trepidation, I left the trailer and stepped outside into the morning heat, walking to Mila's own trailer.

Knocking on the door, I found it to be open beneath my hand as it made contact. Stepping up and into it slowly, I peered inside.

"Hello? Mila? This is Alex Hilt, I was told you wanted to see me?"

From the back of the trailer, Mila Kunis walked out, smiling at me. She wore a t-shirt and a pair of flared jeans, both of which were designer clothing I could already tell, as she walked towards me.

"Hi Alex, come on in," she said, walking to one of the chairs in the middle of the room. I shut the door behind me, closing off the rays of the sun as my eyes adjusted to the light. I could hear music from the back of the trailer, some rock band playing as she took a seat, motioning for me to do the same in the one across from her.

"Want anything to drink?" she asked, watching me as I sat down backwards in the chair, my arms propping crossed across the top.