Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07

"That was so fucking hot Kiki, you have no idea," Eliza said, thrusting her mouth back on me again as she lifted my arms up and held them over my head, pressing her body against mine. I glanced down at her for the first time and noticed that she was not wearing any panties - in fact, the only piece of clothing she had on was a man's shirt that stopped just above her hips.

We continued to kiss like that for a few minutes, Eliza's busy hands sliding down to the front of my robe as she squeezed my breasts hard, her palms grazing over my nipples. She was the first to break the kiss again though, and this time grabbed my hand and pulled me with her towards the inner part of the room.

"I want you to eat my pussy like you did Natalie," Eliza whispered to me as she flopped down onto the bed, her legs spreading immediately. I would be lying if I didn't say that Eliza's actions had turned me on, but after the roller coaster of emotions I encountered dealing with Natalie, sex was not exactly the one thing I really seemed to want. Still though, looking down at Eliza's neatly shaved bush, a few drops of moisture visible on her outer lips even in the dim light of the room, was an incredible turn on. Besides, I thought to myself, I could use a good orgasm myself.

I smiled as I walked towards Eliza, taking off my robe almost as quickly as I had put it on. My eyes scanned around the room as I looked at all the video equipment Eliza had set up. True to her word, there were television monitors and video cameras aimed at the wall, the screens showing a surprisingly good picture of the inside of my room. From the three monitors, I could see that Eliza had a perfect view of the action that had taken place on the bed. No wonder she was so turned on.

Turning my attention back to her, I dropped slowly to my knees as I placed my hands on her thighs. Stroking my palms up and down, Eliza shuddered a little at my touch.

"Yeah...that's it Kiki...make your mistress feel good..." Eliza said, her throat choked with lust. I scooted closer to her pussy on the bed and placed my fingers against her outer lips. Pulling them apart, I inhaled sharply at the scent of her womanhood and arousal, a familiar and pleasure inducing odor that always seemed to bring back a rush of memories and feelings towards her. Who needed Natalie when I had Eliza right here?

I rallied my mind around that thought as I slid my tongue out from my mouth, letting the tip touch against Eliza's wet box, my taste buds already registering her arousal to my brain and body. I pressed my face deeper into her pussy and lapped my tongue like a cat all around the outside of her, determined to make her feel really good.

Tracing a finger around her opening in a small semi-circle, I touched the hood of her clit with my fingertip, rubbing it gently back and forth as I breathed a small stream of air over it, her hips jerking slightly at the added sensation. I felt her hand slide down and stroke my hair, brushing a few strands away from my face as she laid back on the bed, totally relaxed at my attention to her sex.

Wedging my tongue deeper inside of her, I licked around her inner walls, gathering drop after drop of moisture into my mouth. Her taste was sweet today, a delicious tartness to it that made me want as much as I could get. I began to work faster on her pussy, my finger now rubbing her clit furiously as she moaned in pleasure.

I took one of her labia lips in between my lips and sucked on it gently, nibbling against it with my teeth as my tongue roamed and moved around her opening, plunging in and out of her twat like a cock, the tip wild like a live wire. More of her juices started to flow outward onto my face and lips and as I sucked them down, I started to feel my mind wander a bit - not from the task at hand, but for the first time into something of a fantasy.

I imagined Eliza not to be Eliza, but instead Natalie - her lithe body and small, firm hips and thighs spread lewdly for me on the bed as I ate her out. "Natalie" cried out louder and louder for me to keep eating her out, as my mind raced through mental images of Natalie's beautiful face twisted into a look of pleasure as I ate her out. This just encouraged me more, urging me on to lick and eat as much of her pussy as possible.

Though part of me knew that it was really just Eliza on the bed, the mere idea of it being Natalie once again seemed to turn my body on like never before. I felt my skin grow flush and the dampness between my legs increase dramatically, leaving a small wet spot on the floor beneath me. My desire and lust also seemed to have increased, for now I was tonguing Eliza's pussy like I had never done before. Her hips were jerking up and down on the bed as she cried out my name, her hands grasping the sheets tightly.

I could see Natalie's body shuddering and trembling on the bed, see her lift her head and lock eyes with me, those pretty brown eyes of hers staring at me and wanting only me, a small bit of perspiration on her forehead as she breathed rapidly, trying desperately to quench the fire in her body and reach orgasm.

My tongue now battering "Natalie"'s clit back and forth, my fingers furiously fucking in and out of her pussy as I raised myself up so I could have a better angle at which to fuck "Natalie" with, I felt her body tense up beneath me, her pussy spasming around my fingers as the walls contracted and she came.

"Ohhhh KIIIKKKIIIII!!!!!!" "Natalie" yelled out, her hips thrusting once more off the bed, hard, as she landed on her back, her body quivering as a flood of her female juices splashed out of her body and onto my face. I licked them up lovingly, happy to have given "Natalie" another orgasm. My mind was in a dreamy sort of state now, one filled with soft lighting and beautiful music as I imagined Natalie catching her breath on the bed in front of me, totally devoted and aroused by me and only me.

But my vision faded rather rapidly and I felt my heart sink as Eliza lifted her head off the bed and smiled at me weakly, her shirt now bunched up at the base of her breasts.

"My God Kirsten, that was the most amazing orgasm of my life," Eliza said, her face red with exhaustion.

"Thanks," I said, hoping my voice was not too glum. Guilt suddenly racked me as I began to understand for the first time the power of sexual fantasies. I felt bad that I had imagined the half nude girl in front of me to be Natalie, not Eliza, but if my guilt was strong at all, it certainly didn't show.

Eliza sat up on the bed and took me by the hand, lifting me to my feet. She glanced down my body and saw my aroused pussy lips before her face. Licking her lips in anticipation, she spoke softly.

"Now I need to make my Kiki feel just as good as she made me feel," she said, running her long finger over my now really wet pussy, her finger coated in my juices. She looked up at me innocently as she slid her finger into her mouth, sucking on it lewdly as her cheeks hollowed in.

"Mmmm...tastes good. But I want more," Eliza said sexily.

She grabbed me by the ass and pulled my hips closer to her face. Brushing her hair out of her face, Eliza opened her mouth slightly and was just inches away from my snatch when all of a sudden, her cell phone rang on the bedside table.

She paused for a moment, her mouth hovering just fractions of an inch now away from my pussy as she stared at me, contemplating on whether or not to answer it. I had never seen Eliza take a call on that cell phone, so whoever it was must have been important.

As the phone continued to ring, Eliza bowed her head in front of me and sighed, reluctantly getting up. I watched her ass sway as she walked towards the bed stand quickly, picking up the phone.

"What?" she said into it, spreading her legs wide for me on the bed as I sat down next to her. I could hear a male voice on the other line, but it was garbled slightly and all I could understand came from what Eliza said.

"They did what? Are you sure?" she said, then paused to listen for a moment.

"Jesus, this is going to be all sorts of damage control isn't it. Well, have you picked them all up yet?"

Another pause. Eliza's facial expression changed from sultry vixen to one of frustrated employee, her brow furrowing at what was being said.

"Alright, fine. Yes, I'll come back there. No, everything went fine here...we got just what we needed,"

Eliza looked over at me.

"Yes, I'll tell her. God, this whole situation is such a mess. I don't know why you didn't just kill that mother fucker in the first place,"

The voice on the other end said something, which Eliza scoffed at.

"I'm hanging up now. Bye," she said into the phone as she clicked it off before tossing it on the bed.

"Who...who was that?" I said to her, putting my hand on her thigh to try and calm her down. She flinched away from me and stood up.

"Where are my pants," she said, walking around the room looking for them.

"What's going on Eliza?" I asked, watching her as she fumed in anger.

She turned on her heel suddenly and looked at me. In that moment, the mask of anger and frustration on her face was frightening, so much so that I felt goosebumps on my skin. But her expression changed quickly after that into a softer one as she rushed over to me.

"Oh I'm sorry Kiki, but I have to leave and go back to LA. There's been some trouble with the Rose Petals,"

"What? But you just got here!" I said to her, grabbing her hand. I was suddenly feeling very lonely.

"I know that sweetie but when they say jump, I have to say how high. I wish I could tell you more but you know how it is. Let's just say that a lot of people may not live to see tomorrow if I don't get back and help straighten things out," Eliza said, her eyes studying my face as she tried to mother me and make me understand her having to leave. It wasn't working.

"Then I'll just come back with you. Mission accomplished here, right?"

"No, you need to stay here Kiki," Eliza said. "There's still work to do,"

"What?" I said, suddenly growing a little angry. "I already seduced her - that was the deal,"

"I know that, and judging by the cum running down my legs, you did a good job of that," Eliza said. Her words were coming much faster now. "But there's still more to do. I don't think we have hooked Natalie for good yet. Another special session with Kiki should bring her around, don't you think?"

Eliza was smiling at me now, nudging me gently with her elbow, trying to get me to smile. I obliged her, although inside I was feeling far from happy.

"What do you want me to do?" I sighed, knowing that I was only doing this because I still loved Eliza.

"I'm not sure," Eliza said, turning away from me now as she began to gather up her things, her back to me. "But I know you will come up with something,"

As Eliza stuffed clothes into a shopping bag and rewound the video tapes in the machines, cramming them in as well, it suddenly occurred to me that this would be the second of my lovers that walked out on me tonight.

"Eliza!" I called to her as she was hustling towards the door, bag in hand. She stopped and looked at me, adjusting her purse on her shoulder.

"What Kirsten?"

"Be careful," I said to her, my voice barely above a whisper. She smiled at me and walked over, giving me a hug.

"Thanks Kiki," she said, squeezing my naked body tightly. "And hey...have some fun while you are here. You aren't on the East Coast that often are you?"

"No, I guess not," I said, my voice sounding droll to me as I tried to be enthusiastic.

Eliza kissed me quickly on the lips. "Bye Kiki, I'll see you in a few days,"

And with that, Eliza walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

I was now in the room all alone, the only noise coming from the hum of the TV monitors. Looking down at my naked body, my hands in my lap, I suddenly didn't feel that bad about fantasizing about Natalie after all...

WILLIS' STORY:

"Gordon, this is completely unacceptable," I bellowed at Hapsboro as he stepped inside of my house. He had woken me up from a rather pleasant sleep (something I wasn't getting too much of these days, what with the chemo-therapy and all) and was now at my house, explaining to me why he felt it necessary to kill Charlie Watterson.

"Will, relax. He already did an extreme amount of damage to our goals by telling his entire life story to Hilt and his women,"

"Yes but bodies are a pain in the ass to dispose of," I said to him as I led him further into the house, flicking on the light in the kitchen as he sat down at the bar across from me. "You know how I detest violence, and the favors I will have to call in for this..."

Gordon put his hands up defensively, a slight smile on his face as he tried to calm me down.

"Relax, we are taking care of it. I'm using guys who owe me their life, so getting rid of a few people and making a few celebrities disappear for a few days is not too difficult a task for them,"

I reached under the bar and poured myself a glass of Jack Daniels, despite my doctor's insistence that I abstain from alcohol. I gulped it down in one hard, burning swallow.

"So run through this with me again - Charlie told Hilt, Katherine Heigl, Rachael Leigh Cook and Mila Kunis what he knew about us and what he - and I use this word loosely - thought we were doing?" I said, setting the glass back down. Without invitation, Gordon reached over and poured himself a shot.

"And someone else who we are trying to locate. They didn't say anything on the audio that we could pick up, but our surveillance showed five people in the room. We are working on it, but we suspect it to be a high up Rose Petal,"

"Oh god, now we have defection from them? Christ almighty Gordon, this thing is spiraling totally out of control,"

He drank his glass down to the last drop and set it back down on the table. Muttering under his breath, he said "If we had taken care of Hilt like I wanted, this wouldn't have happened,"

I felt my blood pressure rise as I slammed my hand down on the counter.

"Damn it Gordon, don't second guess me! It does none of us any good!"

There was an awkward silence between us now as I ran my hand through my hair.

"What now?" I asked finally, staring at him intently to watch his body language. He wore a black leather coat and a black dress shirt with matching pants. His eyes locked onto mine just as intensely as he answered.

"We have people getting to Hilt at the airport before he leave. Heigl and Kunis are in route now for re-conditioning and it's only a matter of time before we find Cook and the other woman. I have a strong suspicion who it is and I plan on going to see her tomorrow morning,"

I sneered at him. "Won't it be a little late to wait till tomorrow Gordon?"

"No. They are all scattering like rodents right now, but they will hole up somewhere and stay put. They don't want to go out into the light, where they know we can get to them. My gut says they will stay in town for a few days at least. That's why we have to get to them - all of them - now before they build up some courage,"

I sighed at him. "I just hope you know what the fuck you are doing,"

KATHERINE'S STORY:

The street lights passing over the hood of the cab, I tried to scan outside the window and make out where exactly Mila and I were being taken. We had not gotten on the freeway, which meant that we were somewhere still in LA. But judging by the brief glimpses of run down buildings that I was able to make out, I knew we were heading into a very dangerous neighborhood.

Upon realizing that we were being kidnapped, I had immediately (and as discreetly as possible) tried to call Alex on his cell phone, hoping to catch him and warn him before he got to the airport. But the phone itself had given me away, because as soon as I turned it on, the familiar beep of it powering up had gotten the driver's attention.

The first time we actually got a look at him - a heavy set, white trash looking guy with a five day old beer and yellow teeth, was when he had stopped the cab in mid traffic. Getting out of his seat, he hustled around to our door and opened it quickly, climbing into the backseat with us. Both Mila and I had screamed in panic and fear when he entered, but in an effort to protect my body, I left the cell phone in a vulnerable spot. The driver stank horribly as he grunted over us, Mila trying to wiggle out around him but the man's meaty paws shoving her hard right back inside as I kicked and punched at him, in an ultimately vain effort to get around him. The man grabbed my cell phone from my hand as I tried desperately to punch him in the face, his considerable weight holding me down, my back laying across Mila's stomach as she groaned at the added weight.

My cell phone in his hand, the man chunked it over his shoulder and quickly slammed the door, a fraction of a second before I could try and wiggle half of my body out of it. As he climbed back into the car, I stared forlornly at the cell phone sitting in the middle of the road, cringing as a car ran over it, smashing it and any hopes we had of escape.

Driving onward, this encounter had seemed to put Mila into a state of shock. She huddled on the seat, shivering as she stared down at the floor, seemingly ready to accept her fate. I on the other hand, was not about to give up. By paying careful attention to street names and the locations and layout of buildings, I soon determined that we were heading somewhere into South Central. The place wasn't as bad as they made it out to be in movies - I had actually filmed some stuff on the outskirts of it, and the people were friendly, if not a little envious of the movie crew and the nice cars the director drove. But it still was not a place I would want to spend much time in, especially after dark and especially against my own free will. Cops hated coming into this place, even the ones who had no choice, and I knew that the further in we got, the longer it would be before anyone found us.

I tried to coax Mila out of her catatonic state, but it seemed to do no good.

"Mila, it's going to be alright. Someone will find us, we can't go missing for too long before people start to wonder where we are," I said to her in a whispered voice, afraid the driver would overhear anything I said.

Mila stared straight ahead into the back of the passenger's armrest, her eyes wide with fear and her breath coming in shallow gulps. Sighing heavily to myself, I laid back in the seat and started to feel a bit of depression and anger myself. Why hadn't we just driven our cars or gotten a ride with someone else? How had they known who we were and what was going on at Charlie's?

Not knowing the answer to these questions ate at my insides, causing my stomach to turn flips as I tried to imagine the horrific fate that may have been in store for us. I knew that my first encounter with Willis and his people, where I had been taken in and held down while they redid my "image" for me - hair dye, nipple rings and all - was really just a warning to these people. Somehow, I had fucked up and now they were not only going to punish me, but Mila as well. My imagination ran wild with all the terrible things that could be done to two white girls in the middle of South Central, the possibilities sure to be far far worse than what I hoped reality would bring.

I was so lost in thought that I almost did not hear Mila's soft voice ask a question.

"Why are they doing this Katherine?"

I stared at her hard, my mouth open slightly as I thought about the immediate response, but then realized that I really didn't have an answer for her. Was it power? Corruption? Greed? Control? Or all of the above? Whatever the reason, we had gotten entangled in something big. And now I realized that even though it would have been much better just to blame him, Alex was not really at fault for this. In fact, Alex had wanted to rescue me - if I had not had that fateful encounter with him at that party, who knew where I would be. Probably servicing another rich oil tycoon or senator who was in town, all for a stupid movie role.