Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07

No, Alex had only wanted to help. He could have never known the consequences of what would happen if he stirred up a hornet's nest like Antamount.

"I don't know Mila. But just be strong and stay with me. We will get through this," I said to her, clutching her hand tightly as I tried to manage a smile for her. For a moment, I saw a brief glimpse of one on her face as well, but it was replaced with what can only be described as wide-eyed terror as we both realized at the same second that the car had stopped moving.

The driver lifted his heavy bulk out of the driver's seat and walked over to my side door. Bending down, he peered at us, a horrific sight to behold as he grinned lewdly at us, his eyes seeming to mentally undress both of us. He stood back up again, giving us a view of his large beer gut as he turned and walked towards the door of a building.

I pressed my face against the window, trying to see what I could about the building, but there were no streetlights. All I could make out was the black, ominous shape of it, seeming to tower over our car like some evil castle, within which lay a dragon ready to devour us.

Leaning against the window pane, I was caught off guard as the door suddenly opened and I fell into the arms of one of the largest black men I had ever seen. He wore a stretched muscle shirt, his arms as big as my body was around, and it took me a moment to scream as I felt his hands underneath my arm pits, hoisting me out of the car in one fluid motion. I tried desperately to turn my head around and see Mila, but all I saw was that her door was opened as well, her small frame seeming to have disappeared from the car.

I began to kick and thrash at them as Mila did the same, screaming at the top of her lungs for help. The man holding her, who was equally as large, carried her around the front of the car as they both held us like rag dolls. I managed to get one good lick in on my captor, kicking his shin as hard as I could with my heel, causing him to grunt in pain. This was regrettable though, as he just squeezed underneath my arms harder, lifting me higher off the ground and causing a great deal of pain.

As they carried us onto the sidewalk, I was horrified to see now that I was going in one building and Mila into another. She squirmed and kicked but as she realized this same dilemma, she all of a sudden stopped and just stared at me. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I saw her pale, frightened face, vanish around a corner, my own body now being lugged into a dark room, the thin door slamming shut behind us.

JAIME'S STORY:

Upon leaving Charlie's office, I immediately went home to fume. How dare that prick Alex taunt me and try to challenge and question my motives like that! I was here to help his sorry ass from getting killed by Willis and Hapsboro, and yet he was wondering where my alliances were! I was very pissed off by the time I got home, slamming my front door as I went upstairs to take a hot shower and relieve some of this tension.

In the shower, I thought over what Charlie had said to calm me down. That what we were doing was more important than petty cat fighting. That this was the only way, next to murder, for me to get what I wanted. It made perfect sense of course, but it didn't help things that I was so hot tempered most of the time - especially when it came to men.

I went to bed after that, dreaming at some point in the night about fucking Eliza in the ass with a giant strap on. She was crying and begging me to stop, but I was enjoying myself too much to let up. Salma Hayek was there in my dream too, encouraging me to slam into her harder, pleading on her knees in front of me, asking me to do her next. When I woke up the next morning, I found that the tension and anger I had towards Alex had completely vanished. In it's place was a very intense horniness, the strong desire to dominate someone sexually.

Getting out of bed, I walked naked downstairs to the filing cabinet I kept in a small little office. The room was lined with promo photos of myself, as well as posters from my movies and a stack of DVDs of those same movies. This office felt comforting to me, like a little sanctuary where I could go and stroke my ego (and other things as well, whenever I went online) and just feel better about my career. I knew I was just a B-movie actress right now, but once Eliza and Salma were out of the picture, I knew that my rank in Hollywood would improve.

Opening the file cabinet, I pulled out a small black book with a lock on the side. Reaching into a secret compartment in the desk nearby, I fished out the key and undid the lock. Paging through the book, I quickly looked for a name for someone who could help me alleviate this sexual energy I had.

I guess I should tell you about my little black book. The tabloids would sell their own mother for access to it - it was a list I had compiled over many encounters and word of mouth rumors about who in Hollywood was into what sexual kink. Stars from three decades were here, men and women, as well as any type of sexual fantasy you could ever possibly imagine. Flipping past the gangbang section, through the S&M listings, I finally stopped on my favorite: lesbian and bi-sexual. these women were some of the biggest female stars in America and the world and yet no one outside of their past lovers (who certainly were not talking!) knew the truth about them. Some were married, others habitually single. All that mattered to me now though as I felt a draft of cool air race through the house, making my nipples hard, was finding a suitable bitch for the day.

Perusing the bi-sexual section, I scanned down the list. There were quite a few Rose Petals members here, plus a few women who I had heard hung out at some sort of mansion and screwed each other, while their husbands were oblivious. I stopped on one of my favorites, Sarah Michelle Gellar, who was involved in that whole mansion scene but not quite a Rose Petal yet. Sarah had been a quick convert to the world of female sex, and, as I picked up the phone to call her number, was a prime candidate for future Rose Petal membership. If I managed to take down Salma and Eliza, that would put me in control of things, and I could think of nothing better than having her as a member of the newly revamped club.

Dialing her number, I got a response in two rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sarah, it's Jaime Pressley. Listen, I woke up this morning very horny and, well I was thinking of who to call. You're name came to mind and I was wondering if you might be interested,"

There was a pause. "The thing is Jaime, I'm sort of busy right now but I do appreciate the invite and..."

"There's a Rose Petals membership in it for you," I said, cutting her off. I couldn't help but grin to myself over this little white lie.

Sarah paused again for a second and then lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Really?"

"Yep. Just think Sarah, all that's required of being one of the most powerful women in Hollywood is for you to come over here and have some fun with me. Isn't that worth it?"

I could tell Sarah was pondering what to do. In a deep whisper, she said "Ok. Where should I meet you?"

"My house. And dress sexily for me," I said, running my hand over my nipple in anticipation.

"Let me get dressed and I'll be right there," Sarah said.

"You can come naked if you want," I replied with a grin.

"I'm ALREADY naked," Sarah giggled. "But I do need to get dressed. So I'll cya in a little while," She hung up impromptly, the line dead.

Setting it back on the receiver, I flicked my nipple with a finger nail, causing a shudder of pleasure to course through my body as I fantasized about all the fun I was going to have.



Deciding not to greet my guest in the complete nude, I threw on a see-through pink silk robe and tied it around my waist, my ample breasts hanging open in the splayed neckline as I heard the door bell ring. Running down the stairs excitedly, I paused for just a moment to fix my hair, then walked as sexily as I could towards the front door, slinking my way into the door frame as I opened the door.

"Hello lover," I cooed as I opened the door. My heart lept into my throat however, as I saw not Sarah Michelle Gellar standing there, but Gordon Hapsboro - and his rather large bodyguard/assistant.

"We haven't been lovers for a while Jaime," Gordon said, shoving his way into my house past me. His bodyguard walked with him, staring down at my naked chest (which I quickly hid with my arms) with lust in his eyes. When they had gotten in the door, I shut it behind them and stormed into the house after Gordon.

He had already taken the liberty to kick his feet up on my coffee table as he lit a cigar that he had pulled from his coat. Snipping off the end, he took a deep puff on it and exhaled the rich, strong smoke up above his head.

"Here Jaime, come have a seat," he called to me. I was nervous now at what exactly he wanted and intended to do. The encounter at Charlie's last night came flooding back into my memory, but I kept a cool and calm face as much as possible as I walked over to where he sat.

I took a seat on the loveseat across from him, but he patted his hand against the cushion next to him.

"No, come sit here," he said, the cigar hanging from his mouth.

I obliged him, remembering that as a Rose Petal, I had to do exactly as he commanded, despite the fact that I just wanted him gone from my house. I took a seat next to him, sitting on the edge of the couch as he kicked back and enjoyed his cigar. I felt his hand wrap around my waist and pull me backwards on the couch so that my bare thigh was pressing against his slacks.

I stared straight ahead, trying to avoid having to look at him, but it was to no avail. He firmly but gently put his hand to my chin and twisted my face towards him slowly - just slow enough to know that he was going to do it any ways, gentle or not. I was greeted with the sight of his cold eyes and a small, tight smile on his lips as he pulled the cigar from his mouth and held it's slow burning end by his leg.

"How are things Jaime? Good,"

"Yes Gordon, fine," I said, putting on a tone of voice that was both bored and cooperative.

"That's great. Rose Petals treating you ok?" he asked, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Fine fine. We had that little problem in Vegas, but since then...no problems,"

"Vegas? How did you know about that?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "I was there, remember? I was sitting in the jail cell with the rest of them, especially that bitch Eliz," I said, but realized that it was too late to take back the comment about her.

"That bitch Eliza huh? Oh, so you and Eliza aren't getting along too well, is that it?"

I tried to recover. "No no, not it at all. We were both...stressed out about things and I guess I let my world famous temper go when I was talking to her,"

"Hmmm," Hapsboro said, shooting his goon a look. The large guy had taken up a spot against the television, his arms folded at his chest.

"Well, listen Jaime," Hapsboro said, sitting up to the edge of the couch. "Tell me, in as many details as you can, where you were last night,"

I paused for a moment, trying to come up with a story. "I was home last night,"

"Oh really?" Hapsboro said. I hated this good cop, patronizing shit that he was pulling, but to get over eager to answer things would probably lead to a slip up. I played it cool.

"I was shooting a photo shoot, and then I came home about 7 or so, made some dinner, called a few friends and then went to bed,"

"So you, Ms. Jaime Pressley, one of the sexiest women in Hollywood, was home alone last night?"

"Despite what you may have read online Gordon," I said sarcastically. "We aren't all out screwing each other or having wild flings every night of the year. That's just fiction, and if you believe that, you are dumber than I thought,"

Hapsboro laughed. "Ho ho, we got a comedian here. You ever try your hand at stand up?"

I rolled my eyes at him, which pissed him off. Grabbing my face with his hand, he held my cheeks tightly as he stared at my face.

"I don't believe one word that has come out of your mouth since I've been here Jaime. In fact, I think you were out with some chums of yours, out plotting against me and Antamount and even your Rose Petal sisters," he said, his face just inches from mine as his eyes glowed with malice.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said as he squeezed my face harder, finally letting it go in disgust as he stood up.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Only, I can't prove it right this second, and luckily for you, your ass is protected on high by the Rose Petals. They hate bodies just as much as I do, or otherwise you would be gone," he said, snapping his fingers. "Like that,"

I was about to open my mouth and respond, when suddenly I heard the front door open.

"Hey Jaime, are you home? I hope you don't mind me coming in. I really shouldn't even be over here, as my friends Jennifer and Rose said," Sarah said as she walked into the living room, stopping abruptly in mid-sentence when she saw the scene before her: Hapsboro looming over my barely clothed body, a tough looking huge guy standing in the corner, watching the whole thing.

"I...uhh, what's going on Jaime?" Sarah said, staring at all of us in the room before her eyes, pleading, finally landed back on mine.

Before I could answer, Hapsboro was gone like a flash from over me, standing in front of Sarah, a wicked smile on his face.

"Well well, if it isn't Ms. Gellar. Or should I say Ms. Prinze Jr. Does your husband know you are over here, dressed like that?"

I got a good look at Sarah then: she wore a white halter top with a (clearly visible) pink push up bra underneath, and a pair of tiny jean shorts. Her long hair was pulled in a pony tail behind her shoulder and all the way down to her cute feet, she looked delicious. Her face however, conveyed a sense of panic.

"Who...who are you?" she asked nervously, looking at me for help.

"Gordon Hapsboro. An associate of your friend," he said, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it as Sarah looked down at his mouth in amazement. "Charmed,"

I jumped to my feet and walked over between them, turning to face Gordon as Sarah sort of cowered behind me.

"And he was just leaving, weren't you?" I said, my eyes locked onto his in a steely gaze.

He matched my stare, his face completely void of expression. As he looked past me at Sarah, he smiled.

"Of course. However, my associate will be staying just to make sure that you don't go running off on me Jaime," Hapsboro said. He shoved his way past me and headed for the front door.

Both Sarah and I turned to watch him go, Sarah's cute face a look of confusion and uneasiness.

"Have fun ladies," Hapsboro called over his shoulder as he stepped outside the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, you fucking dykes,"

This last comment caught Sarah off guard, causing her to gasp loudly in a sort of panic.

"Jaime! What the hell is he talking about?" Sarah said, her eyes wide with fear.

I put my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "Come in and sit down Sarah, I'll explain,"

Sarah followed my instructions and sat down on the couch, the bodyguard/thug still standing in the corner, eyeing her with a gleam of lust in his eyes. I took Sarah's hand in my own and placed a hand on her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, I began to recount to her everything that had happened. The bodyguard hung on every word I said, hoping for a screw up, but all those many acting classes I took helped me to recite "the truth" without so much as a slip up. I concluded with telling her that I didn't know what the hell Hapsboro was talking about, nor why he didn't trust me enough to leave a goon there to watch me.

Sarah didn't say anything for a few moments, taking it all in as I sat there, studying her face and features. She lowered her head, a long honey blonde strand of hair shielding her face from me.

"I guess I just feel kind of stupid now, dressing like this and coming over here and making your life complicated," Sarah said quietly. "I should probably go,"

"No Sarah, you don't have to," I said, trying to reassure her. "I still mean what I said...about getting into the Rose Petals and all,"

Sarah watched me intently. "But...if we were to do anything, it would be under the...you know, eyes of this guy," she said, flicking her eyes slightly to the side in a motion of acknowledgement of Hapsboro's thug. She did have a point there, and as I thought of a good answer to her question, Sarah ended up answering and solving the problem herself.

"Unless of course you, you know, want to still do it with him watching. Might be kind of kinky..." she said, trailing off a little bit. I couldn't help but smile to myself at this lewd thought - putting on a show for a total stranger. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time I did it in front of an audience - hell, half of my films had involved me getting naked, even though I HATED doing love scenes.

"That's up to you Sarah. The damage they can do to me is already done. But if you feel like risking it, then by all means I won't stop you," I said.

"I think...I think that I want to," Sarah again said softly, her eyes looking up from her lap. I smiled at her as she returned the look, a wide, sexy smile crossing her lips.

We had been talking in such a hushed tone that though the man wanted to hear what we were saying, it wasn't really possible. So when I took Sarah by the hand and helped her stand up, both of us moving away from the couch as we stood in front of each other, he didn't quite know what to make of it.

"Here we go," I said to Sarah as I leaned my head close into her ear. Sarah just gave a barely noticeable nod with her head and let out a little sigh, shaking her head slightly as her long blonde hair strewed out behind her shoulders. My hands on her arms, I slowly slid them up to her shoulders and pulled Sarah close to me. With our faces a few inches apart, I could feel her sweet breath on my face, tickling my skin.

Gently I pressed my lips against hers. At first Sarah was slow to respond, still hesitant about having an audience, but as my tongue slid into her mouth, I could feel her skin grow noticeably hotter from the embrace, and soon her mouth was moving in time with mine. While I wrestled with her tongue, I made sure to look over and make eye contact with the bodyguard, who returned my gaze as he shifted on his feet a bit uncomfortably.

Holding Sarah tight against me, her nipples poking against my own through the light robe I wore, I moved my left hand from her shoulder, slowly down her back until it stopped on her ass, squeezing it firmly and causing Sarah to jump a little bit in surprise. As I traced my fingers over her tight ass, running the tips along her crack, I used my other hand to hold her by the waist, my hand resting just inches from the zipper on her tiny shorts.

Breaking the kiss, I stepped back slightly from Sarah and looked into her eyes - they were glowing with a dull kind of lust, her tongue still in a bit of a shock over the kiss. She licked at her lips seductively, no doubt tasting my mouth on her lower lip as she waited for me to guide her on what to do next. This was the part I loved about having a female lover - men always tried to take the lead, to tell you what to do and force you onto them. A woman though, responded much more hesitantly and for a type-A personality like me, that made it all the more easier for me to set the tone of things.

I pulled my hands away from Sarah's body, a disappointed sigh coming from her pouty lips, but as I put my fingers on top of her shoulders, again looking over at the man Hapsboro had left, I didn't keep Sarah waiting for long. Very slowly, my fingers hooked under the thin cotton straps of her halter top, sliding them over her tanned, bronze skin as they fell down onto her arms. This caused the top of the shirt to sag just a little bit, tantalizing both me and the man in the corner with the prospect of Sarah's large, firm breasts.