Nexwave Erotic

Invid Invasion Ch. 06

“A short note: We’re back to a little more action adventure. This is where the plot finally starts to get going. The previous chapters have really just been introductions. (No, I’m really not lying when I say I can probably tell a good hundred chapters worth of story.) Don’t know if I’ll go that far but I will if I keep getting messages!

Mail me comments/suggestions at the link below.

Also, I have a special treat for those who send me feedback (positive OR negative - say what ever you want. But the more constructive criticism the better)! I’ve got 25 or so pages of story I wrote for this chapter that never made it into the final cut because they didn’t fit right with the characters. Anyone who wants to read it, just tell me what you thought of this or any other chapter and leave a note saying you’d like to read it. I’ll pass it your way. (Warning: It’s really just 25 pages of gang bang / minor BDSM sex but it’s got a little plot thrown in and also contains a character who will play a more major roll later on but because of the rewrite has yet to be introduced. I’m not going to say whom though!)

And finally a note about the story. The abbreviation “EP” which will come up now and then with the Coalition is simply short for “Energy Pistol.” Likewise, “ER” is “Energy Rifle”"

*Invid Invasion Chapter 6: “Rising Powers”*

“It was sunrise. The rest of Andrea’s group had yet to awake, minus her and Thunder. She had been outside, starting a fire when he came up behind her. “You want to go for a ride?” His voice was throaty, excited at sharing something he found to be amazing. Andrea eagerly responded and gave up on the fire. The wood was too wet anyway.

The next thing she knew she was on top of Thunder’s horse, Jasper. She had never rode one before but her good sense of balance made it relatively simple. Thunder walked along beside her with a hand on the horse’s muscular side. Her pet coyote walked on the other side and looked up at her. Although she loved riding, she was starting to get bored with the slow pace. “Can I run with him?” She asked.

“Are you sure?” Andrea was amazed that his question didn’t sound at all questioning of her riding ability or judgement. She nodded and stroked the horse’s mane.

Thunder went over and spoke in the horse’s ear gently. “Be careful, Jasper. She’s one of the good ones.” The horse snorted, not understanding what was said but it got the message that it was riding with her for a short time. Thunder took a step back and spoke to Andrea once more. “He’s all yours.”

Andrea gently kicked the horse and it sped up. The three-legged coyote tried to keep speed beside her and did surprisingly well. Thunder used no reigns so she had to guide its direction by pressing lightly on one side of its neck. It made it slightly more difficult to hang on to the animal but she was having fun. She kicked the horse gently again, sending it into a full-fledged run and her coyote started to fall behind. She let Jasper go his own direction as she clung on for what seemed like dear life. After about thirty seconds of galloping she saw Jasper was headed towards a small ravine caused by a stream. It was nearly five feet across and the horse was not slowing down. Andrea looked at it nervously then to the horse. “Whoa, whoa… no jumping…” The horse only sped up. “What did I just say? No jumping.” It launched itself over the cleft in the land and came down fairly softly on the other side. Andrea bounced up and down heavily in her saddle. Jasper turned in a long arc as Andrea recovered herself. Jasper simply headed back to the ravine, once again at full speed. “No, no, no, no, no” It jumped over it again and Andrea felt her balance start to waver. She tried to cling on to the horse’s thin hair but couldn’t get a grip. She felt herself slipping.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” she screamed as she fell off the animal. She landed hard on the ground but rolled with the fall. Fortunately, the horse was careful not to trample her. Thunder ran over quickly, concerned as it looked like she was crying. The coyote was already there and had its nuzzle pressing against her cheek. A short sprint found Thunder at her side and his concern eased as he realized that in fact she was laughing. She rolled over and stood up. Pieces of torn grass stuck to her shirt and pants. “That was great,” she said, still laughing.

Thunder sighed. “You worried me.”

“Well, I may have a bit of a bruise or two but I’ll be fine. Can I go again?”

“Um… Of course. But steer away from jumps.”

“Ha. I tried.”

With Thunder’s help she got back on the animal and took off at high speeds once more. Thunder stood still and watched her. His heart stopped as he saw her frame silhouetted by the early morning sun.

* * * *

It was a few days later. Andrea’s party was driving at the horses pace along a paved road. They were nearly at the Southern end of Mexico now and the sun was getting hotter. Andrea was riding Jasper again. The horse had taken a liking to her and behaved well in her presence. Thunder on the other hand was riding in the passenger side of the jeep, currently being driven by Bob. The coyote was in his lap watching Andrea carefully.

Kitty and Irene were in the back of the jeep watching as well while Jewel and Ed drove on his bike. Kitty looked at Andrea’s body and felt her breath catch. She hadn’t had sex or even been naked with Andrea since that night about two weeks ago. She was beginning to think she had scared her off.

Irene also looked to Andrea lustfully. Bob had noticed everyone’s attention on her and began to think of what it was that made her so easy to become attracted to. It was obviously more than her looks. People didn’t even lust after Irene like that. And the strangest part was that Andrea seemed to be oblivious to it all. She didn’t even notice the other’s advances on her. His attention was taken away from his thoughts as he rounded a corner and saw what appeared to be a military checkpoint up ahead.

Two guards in power armor stood with energy rifles pointed upwards. Andrea grew concerned. She dismounted the horse and told Bob to wait where he was. She walked alone up to the two guards. They did not look inviting at all. They wore black armor with masks that looked like they had their own air supply during emergencies. The masks had a stylized design of a skull on the front of them but still looked particularly threatening. Another skull logo stood prominently on their chest.

“Citizen papers please.” One of the guards said.

“Citizen papers? Why have you blocked the road?”

“This is a main entranceway that leads to Trump Towers. Only citizens and registered civilians are allowed inside.”

“Well where is Trump Towers?”

The guards looked at each other through their masks. “About 900 miles East.”

“900 miles?” She said astounded. “You’re a little far from the city aren’t you?”

“We’re expanding. Now if you would please show your citizen papers…”

“I’m not a citizen.”

“Well in that case you and your companions will have to accompany me to processing. We scan for medical conditions, parasites, alien diseases and the like. Then you will be given a physical and issued temporary transportation papers allowing you to stay in our territory for a maximum of three months.”

“What organization do you belong to?”

“The Coalition, Ma’am.”

“Coalition? I haven’t heard of you.”

“No, Ma’am. Our organization only arrived four months ago. Now if you would like to continue travel along this road you have to come with us.”

“What about the rest of them?”

“If they are continuing to travel with you they must be scanned as well.”

“Can they bypass it if they stay with me?”

“Yes, but you are the one who will be responsible and if necessary tried for their actions.”

“I see.” Andrea looked back to her group. She could trust most of them but she wasn’t sure about Jewel or Ed. She gestured them over. “The three of us will get scanned. I’ll take responsibility for the others.”

“Very well.” The three of you can come with me. He turned and began walking through the checkpoint. Ed and Jewel caught up and began travelling with her.

“What’s going on?” Jewel asked.

“We have to get a physical and some medical tests to keep travelling.”

“But what about the others?” Ed said.

Andrea stumbled. “They picked just us three randomly. They didn’t have to scan the rest.”

The guard noticed her obvious lie but said nothing. He continued to walk towards a large white building. It appeared to be reasonably well kept. It had the same skull logo painted over the front wall of the structure.

“Inside,” the guard said and shoved them through the door with the butt of his gun.

“You wave that thing around as if it were harmless,” Andrea said, referring to the weapon he had in his hand.

“I’m a trained professional, Ma’am. Nothing to worry about.”

Andrea’s wits sharpened. “Your military has only been around four months. If you’re this far out you joined what, maybe a month ago? It took me a lot longer than that to learn how to properly fire a gun.”

“You have experience with firearms?” Andrea, Ed and Jewel were being led down a long corridor. The lighting inside was dim and security cameras watched every corner. He stopped at a room and gestured for them to go inside.

“I do,” Andrea responded.

“What types?”

“Automatic pistols, rifles, energy pistols, energy rifles, heavy weapons… Pretty much everything.”

“I see,” the guard said impressed. “Have you ever considered a military career?”

Andrea shook her head negatively but it was a lie. She was currently a member of an underground resistance dedicated to getting rid of the Invid. She had been a field member for years. Reporting in and exchanging information now and then. She even had the rank of Lieutenant. Not that that mattered much in a military that did everything it could to keep itself secret.

“That’s too bad,” the guard continued. “The Coalition is always looking for people of your talents.”

“I’m sure they are,” Andrea said simply. The four of them were now in the room. It was empty but had open ceiling ports. It looked like the floor was a sort of drain as well.

“This is a decontamination chamber,” the guard said. “I’ll have to take your clothing and possessions at this point. They will all be returned to you when your papers are issued.”

“Uh huh,” Andrea said skeptically. There were many times in the past where she had left her weapons with the people at the front and never seen them again. Nevertheless she complied. She handed over her gun belt first and began to strip. The others did the same.

A few seconds later saw the three companions butt naked. The guard left with an armful of clothing and slammed the door loudly behind him. Andrea heard what sounded like sprinklers above her and resisted the urge to look up. If it was about to spray chemicals all over her she didn’t want any in her eyes.

Sure enough, the roof quickly opened up with a strong spray of liquid. It was so strong that it nearly knocked her off her feet. Her long curls of hair were instantly soaked and dripping. Her bangs stuck to her forehead and she extended her arms from her body as if that would somehow ease the force of the sulfur smelling liquid. Eventually, the chemical bath stopped and Andrea relaxed slightly. The floor had drained the liquid and the smell was already retreating into the floor.

She turned and opened her eyes to look at Jewel and Ed when she was hit with another stream of liquid. This time it was simply hot water, but it was extremely hot. She cringed her teeth and sucked it up. Jewel didn’t fair as well and let out a startled yelp. “It’s too hot,” she said loudly.

“Tell me about it,” replied Ed. “What the hell are they trying to do anyway? Burn our skin off?”

Andrea simply remained silent.

Eventually, the hot water passed through the floor as well and left only steam in its wake. The door opposite of the one they entered through opened. On the other side stood an attractive, pleasant looking young woman. “Through here please,” she said diplomatically.

The three travelers did as instructed and left the decontamination room. Andrea’s hair felt heavy with the weight of the water and hung straight down her back. Droplets of water glistened over her smooth skin and rolled gently down her body.

On the other side of the door hung three towels. The women handed one to each of them. “Here you go,” she said. “You can wear them if you like.”

Jewel seamed pleased and didn’t even dry herself off. She just wrapped the towel around her breasts and let it hang down to cover her waist as well. Meanwhile Ed and Andrea finished drying off. Ed wrapped his around his waist and Andrea followed his example. She always wore towels like that. It seemed simpler somehow.

Over the next hour or so, the doctor did everything from pulse and blood pressure to the rubber glove. Eventually, she brought out some equipment Andrea had never seen before. It was explained that these were for detecting the aforementioned Alien diseases and the like.

Andrea waited patiently as the doctor used the first one, then the second. She was starting to become rather annoyed that she even had to be tested for something like this. It was when the doctor used the third and final device that she spoke. “Well that’s interesting.”

“Oh?” Andrea furrowed her brow with the question.

“I’m going to have to do some more tests on you. I’ve got an unusual reading here.” Andrea shifted in her seat. “Oh not to worry. I’m sure it’s nothing big.” She went over to Ed and Jewel and finished her work there. “Your two can go. I’ll need her another hour or two.”

Andrea went wide-eyed. “Two hours?” The Doctor only nodded and Andrea stood with a sigh. The Coalition was already turning out to be more trouble than they were worth.

“You want us to stay?” Ed asked in an uncharacteristic tone of good intentions. Andrea shook her head.

“No. You two go back. Tell the others I’ll be there soon.” She paused a bit and then spoke as if in afterthought. “I hope.”

“Okay then, if you’re sure.” Ed wrapped a hand around Jewel’s waist and headed out to the door. A guard to escort him out quickly approached him.

Meanwhile, the doctor led Andrea into a bright and completely bare room. The other women left and Andrea sat down alone. She sat for far too long. The floor was uncomfortable and the cold was beginning to seep through the towel. A small draft of cool air tugged lazily at her hair.

More time passed and Andrea’s boredom increased. She paced back and forth around the room until eventually she wore herself out of that as well. She sat back down on the cold floor, her hand accidentally brushing her leg. She marveled at how smooth the skin still was.

She moved her hand back and began meticulously looking for stubble in the way that only those with no other forms of entertainment can do.

The sound of a lock clicking and a stream of light coming through the doorway interrupted her search. A Coalition Captain stood still at the door before cautiously entering the room. Andrea stood up to greet him, far to conscious of the contrast between her toplessness and his military uniform.

“I’m Captain Trent Wallace,” he said plainly. He was a handsome looking man, only a few years older than Andrea. He was careful to keep his gaze above her neck and Andrea appreciated the gesture.

“Andrea Robertson.” She stuck out a hand to meet his.

“I wanted to let you know that you have been approved but there is a minor complication. You’ve been red flagged.”

“Red flagged?”

“It’s nothing more than a caution on your file really.” He looked directly into her eyes with a piercing gaze. “Have you ever had any psychic or telepathic experiences?”

“No,” Andrea said surprised at the question. After her response she remembered the communication with the Invid and mutants. She hoped he would not catch on to her lie.

“Our scans show some psychic potential. As such, you have to stop at all checkpoints for a brief exam.”

“What? Why?” Andrea had no idea what this guy was getting at.

“We don’t allow people with developed psychic abilities into our territory. If you were to read our mission statement, you would understand our polices towards such persons.”

“I see.”

“Regardless, here are you travel documents.” He handed her some papers. “Be careful not to lose them.” He looked down at her body for the first time but his expression didn’t change. “Your clothing is in the other room. I’ll take you there.” Andrea nodded and followed him outside the room. A short while later she found herself fully dressed, shoved out the door and back with her friends at camp.

“How did it go?” Asked Thunder when she finally got back. He was on his horse, sitting casually.

“Long… And boring.”

“Ah. Care to ride with me awhile? I’m told the town should only be an hour or two up ahead and you could tell me about your adventure.” Andrea smiled, about to accept when Jewel interrupted.

“Any chance I can get a ride?”

Thunder hesitated but his courteous side quickly took over. “Of course. Perhaps once we arrive in the city.”

“Oh, I have plans in the city,” Jewel said mischievously. Andrea’s heart sunk into her stomach as the words were spoken. She had forgotten about the lost bet. Jewel smiled at Andrea’s reaction but continued speaking. “But we’ll do it after.”

“After it is then,” Thunder smiled genuinely. He was oblivious to Andrea’s thoughts and waited for her to climb aboard. After she had got her seat he kicked the horse into a trot and the others followed in the two vehicles.

Andrea pressed her chest into Thunder’s back as the horse increased pace. Thunder was too tall to look over so she had to be content watching the terrain go by on either side of him.

She could feel the warmth and security of his back through the tank top. The temperature outside was even warmer however and distracted from the sensation. The air temperature must have been nearing 40 degrees C and the humidity was just as extreme. The whole party was sweating more than their share. Except Irene of course.

“How do you stay so cool?” Kitty asked Irene from the back seat as she dabbed her forehead with a cloth. Irene was riding shotgun.

“I don’t know. Is it very hot?”

“Don’t tell me you think it’s cool out here.”

“I guess not. But I don’t sweat much normally.” She smiled knowingly to Kitty. “Only when I’m doing something physical.”

Further in the lead, Andrea had just finished explaining her hours spent in solitude, waiting when Thunder stopped the horse. Andrea leant sideways to look ahead. The town was close.

The city itself was small, maybe 1000 people at most. Big enough for a few hotels and a few bars. Nothing else of interest. “Well, what are we waiting for?” Andrea asked. “Let’s head in.”

* * * *

Spirits were relatively high in the group, despite the rather unusual meeting with The Coalition. But as the party moved closer to the town, moods began to fall. Talking fell to a low mumbling and eventually stopped. There were tents around the edge of the town but not of the military variety. People walked the streets but seemed to do so with hesitation. Andrea spotted a number of Coalition propaganda signs before they even arrived in city limits. It seemed The Coalition was doing some serious recruiting and pulling out every trick in the book while they were at it.

The city itself seemed to be well kept. The streets were clean and the buildings had minimal amounts of wear on them. They looked like they had all been recently touched up. Andrea decided to attend to the most important business first after entering the town.

“Let’s find a restaurant and a bathroom.”

“I’m with you on that one,” Thunder responded. He tilted his head in a gesture. “That looks like one over there. Want to check it out?”

“That must be exciting. I always wanted to be a writer,”

“It has its ups and downs. What do you do?”

Again I hesitated. “Well, right now I’m between jobs. I’ve been having some…problems…with my former employers,”

He nodded, sipping his beer. “Yeah, that’s what I love about being freelance. No boss to answer to. But hey, you seem like a good bloke. I’m sure you’ll land on your feet,”

I ran my hands along the sweating glass of beer in front of me, lifting it and taking a much smaller sip this time.

“I hope so. Truthfully, I’m walking into a major hornet’s nest when I get back to the States. And even though I know I could avoid it, something feels like it is compelling me to do it, to face the music,”

“I’ve been there. You can’t run from your problems forever. They just become worse and the more you drag them out, the greater chance they will become someone ELSE’S problems too. My advice is to just go in, be strong and do what you have to do,” Rich said, swallowing the last gulp of his beer.

“But what if your problems are already someone else’s problems,”

He looked at me over the edge of his glass, a knowing look in his eye. “There’s a girl involved I take it,”

“Yeah, a few actually,” I replied.

He sighed at me as the bartender took his glass, filling it up halfway.

“Well then mate, I would say that you just have to do what is best for you and them. I don’t want to pry into your business too much, so forgive me, but in the few months that I’ve been married and the countless birds before her, I’ve learned that if you don’t think of the lady in your life when you act, that creates a whole new set of problems. The key is to balance it out, handle things as best you can and hopefully get through it. When you do, and you have her smiling face waiting to greet you and take the load off your back, it will make it all worth it,”

“Thanks, that’s pretty good advice,”

He smirked at me. “Yeah, I guess so. But then again, I’ve been drinking a bit and you know how writers get…we tend to be a bit long winded and real vague when it comes to dialog,”

I laughed, a laugh that felt surprisingly good given all the stress. “Well then maybe I am a writer after all. My whole life feels vague right now,”

“I’m sure you will pull through Alex,” he said, downing the rest of his drink as he rose from the seat. “I’ve got a flight to catch. Nice meeting you mate, and good luck with your problems, however vague they may be,”

I nodded and watched him go, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he was consumed by the busy foot traffic outside the pub. Finishing my drink a few minutes later, I glanced at my watch and noticed that about two hours had now passed, which meant that with any luck, my flight would be leaving soon.

I was right. I boarded the plane and settled in, much more relaxed now that I had some beer in me to calm my nerves and thankfully the flight went smoothly and comfortably. Upon arriving back in the good old US of A, I grabbed my one piece of luggage and stepped outside of Miami’s airport.

Miami hit me like a crashing ocean wave. Temperature wise, it was just as hot as Los Angeles in the summer, but the city still had a very real and strong ocean breeze to it, one that caressed your body for a moment before sending your hair fluttering in a million different directions. I had heard that the humidity could kill you in Florida, and Miami was no exception.

Unlike my arrival in Japan, this time there was noone waiting for me to take me to my destination. All around me, people milled back and forth, many of them speaking in fluent Spanish, though a different dialect even than the Hispanics in Los Angeles. I hailed a cab - a pink, rusted looking thing with dirty windows and a magnetic sign on the door and gave the driver my directions. It was clear that he didn’t speak much English, but as we set out I felt confident that he at least knew the general area where I was going.

Leaning back against the hot, sticky leather seat of the cab, I thought to myself about how many different places I had seen while travelling in the back of a cab. Los Angeles was hell in a cab, the drivers often trying to make the freeway and its non-existant scenery blur by as fast as possible, as if they were racing in some type of video game scenario. Tokyo on the other hand, was much more smooth and quiet, even though I think more people thronged the streets than anywhere else I had seen. The drivers were friendly and spoke better English sometimes than people I had known who knew it their whole life.

And what of Miami? Well, the city was certainly a spectacle to behold. There were two forces at work, architecture wise, in the layout of the city. There was the cold, modern design of high rise office buildings juxtaposed against the lingering, aging art deco feel of buildings bathed in pinks and blues and yellows. Palm trees swayed in the gulf breeze, their fronds often growing taller and larger than the street lights they neighbored next to.

The beach weather also brought an unusual mix of people. From elderly couples dressed in their tackiest tourist clothes to absolutely gorgeous golden brown tanned senoritas walking by in the skimpiest of bathing suits, Miami was a city in flux. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the scenery though, I was startled to find that not only had the driver located the general area, but he had pulled to the curb right outside the condo I was looking for. Getting out and paying him generously for such a prompt arrival, he lazily pulled back into traffic before suddenly shooting off down the main drag, looking for his next fare.

I had arrived outside one of the more art deco of buildings, a huge 20 story condo with a massive palm tree painted onto the outside of its face. A girl on rollerblades skated by me, the scent of her suntan lotion and sweat making my nostrils tingle as I stepped inside of the lobby.

The floor beneath me felt gritty from sand and the lobby was hot - very hot. I suddenly felt very over dressed in my slacks and long sleeve shirt, and now noticed that a sizable sweat stain had formed on my back. There was a group of teenage girls who couldn’t be more than 14 (but looked 20) sitting on a dark green leather couch in the middle of the room, chatting away on cell phones. As I passed them, it seemed as if they were actually talking to each other, preferring to run up their minutes rather than look at each other directly.

Standing in front of the directory, its old black backing and graying plastic letters listing out the tenants of the building, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the name that Kyokota had carefully written on the piece of paper, the sight of his penmanship bringing back the long, long days previous to the front of my thoughts. I read the paper: LIPSKY.

Glancing up at the directory, I found the name. He was on the 8th floor, condo A7. Putting the paper back in my pocket, I pushed the elevator button and waited for a couple of minutes as the old, creaky contraption finally came back to ground level. The doors opened and out stepped a wrinkled, very tan old woman, a purple plastic visor pushing her obviously-dyed blonde hair back. She gave me a quick glance and then stepped out of the elevator as I walked in around her.

As the doors closed, I could smell the overpowering scent of coconut sun tan lotion filling the air all around me. The elevator was stuffy and hot, though thankfully not as bad as the lobby. Making its ascent, I waited patiently for it to take me up.

Alone with my thoughts for the first time in a few hours, I wondered how I would broach the subject. Did Kyokota already call and tell this Lipsky guy that I was coming? If not, showing up at his door might not be the best idea in the world, especially given what I was planning on asking him. I trusted Kyokota, but I knew that my idea of trust as well as his, could vary significantly.

Stepping off the elevator, I walked down the hallway towards condo A7. I paused for a moment, collecting myself as I pulled my sticky shirt from off of my back, my heart racing and my mind doing laps around it as I tried to think of something to say that would get me in the door, should he not be expecting me.

Clearing my throat, I raised my hand to knock when suddenly the door opened.

“Albert, I’ll be back in 10 minutes. Don’t try to get up to go to the bathroom, just use the bedpan,” the woman who had now appeared in front of me yelled into the room. She wore a baggy turquoise shirt and pant suit that did nothing for her figure, but which I soon realized was some sort of nurses uniform. I had just a moment to notice her boyish blonde hair cut before she bumped directly into me.

“What the fuck?” she said, startled as she looked up at me, puzzlement on her face. I stuttered a bit, trying to apologize and explain myself.

“Sssorry, I was looking for Mmmmmmr. Lipskkkyy?” I said. She caught her footing and continued to stare at me, her face becoming hard.

“And who are you?”

“My name is Alex Hilt. I was sent here by a…business acquaintance of his. Is this his apartment?”

I must have seemed threatening to her in some way, because now her feet became firmly planted in the door way, her arms against the frame.

“Yes, this is his condo but I’m sorry, he isn’t taking visitors right now,”

A voice came from deep within the condo. “GRACE! WHO IS AT THE DOOR?”

She ignored him and looked at me again. This woman, Grace, probably was quite a catch 10 years ago. But age had night been kind to her and she looked every bit the mid 30s that she seemed to be.

“You’ll have to come back some other time, I’m afraid that -”

“GRACE! WHO IS AT THE GOD DAMNED DOOR?” the voice screamed.

“CALM DOWN AL, IT’S JUST SOME SALESMAN OR SOMETHING!” she yelled back. “I’M GETTING RID OF HIM RIGHT NOW!”

I leaned in close to her, my much larger frame knocking her back on her feet and for a moment, sending fear through her eyes. I didn’t want trouble, but I had to see him and if taking matters into my own hands was the only way to do it, then so be it.

“MR. LIPSKY, I’M A FRIEND OF MR. KYOKOTA,” I yelled into the condo, my deep voice making the walls shake a bit.

Grace eyed me cautiously, like a rat trapped in a corner. “Please Mr. Hilt, if you will just leave now I’m sure that Mr. Lipsky will see you when he is -”

“LET HIM IN GRACE, IT’S ALRIGHT,” the voice yelled in response. I noticed that he seemed to be gasping for air a bit, his voice craggly and worn.

Grace sighed, defeated. Her gaze never left me though, and her eyes still burned with anger at being shown up. She lowered her arms from the door frame.

“Alright, look, you can see him but ONLY because he said it is ok. Make it quick though, he doesn’t have the strength for an all day chit chat,”

I smiled politely at her. “Thank you,”

She didn’t acknowledge me but instead, turned on her heel and walked into the condo. Waiting for a moment, I followed her as she disappeared down a hallway, my intuition telling me to keep a few feet distance from her. I saw her stop outside of a bedroom, her eyes telling me to stop right where I was, as she peeked her head in.

She said something to him for a moment before finally turning back to look at me.

“Make it quick. And don’t think I’m leaving you alone with him. I’ll respect his privacy but I’ll be right in the kitchen, so don’t try any funny stuff,”

Grace walked briskly past me as she went through the spacious living room, its furniture made up of white wicker chairs and a high ceiling fan that whirred and spun the humid heat of the room around and around.

I approached the bedroom, not sure exactly what I would find. The room was very dark, only a bit of sunlight peeking through the drawn venetian blinds against the far wall. The yellowish tint made the room seem murky and small, though as my eyes adjusted I could tell that it was much larger than it appeared.

As my pupils adjusted to the light, I saw that the room was very sparsely furnished. Against the wall, on a high dresser, was an old television, the bunny ears on it sticking off at weird angles. Near the blind drawn windows was a modern looking wheel chair, and directly in the center of the room was a bed with some medical equipment next to it, including what looked like an EKG monitor, its quiet hum filling the stillness of the room. Though hard to make out, lying on the center of the bed was a frail looking man, his long, pajama clad legs resting atop the sheets as he propped his head against the pillow.

“Come in,” he croaked at me. I couldn’t see the man’s face but his voice was surprisingly loud for such a frail looking invalid.

I stepped into the room but paused just a few feet from the door, not sure exactly what to do or where to position myself. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, making the specs of dust dance as they fell to the ground, like ballerinas in some cosmicly condemned play.

I cleared my throat. “Mr. Lipsky, my name is Alex Hilt and I am an - ”

“I heard your name when you were fighting with that devil woman in the door. Now what do you want?” he snapped.

“Well sir, I uh, was told to visit you by Mr. Kyokota. The business man in Tokyo?”

“That’s horse shit. Kyokota died a few months ago in a plane crash. I read it in the paper,” he barked. For a crippled man (whose handicap I couldn’t quite determine), he had a lot of spunk in him.

“No sir, this was his son. Yasuo Kyokota. He took over the corporation after his father died,” I replied, not sure if correcting him would be a wise idea.

“Ah yes, I forgot about young Yasou. He was just a boy when I last saw him,” Lipsky said, his tone softening.

“Er, well yes I suppose so sir. Any ways, he said that you might be able to help me. I’m looking for something that you have that might help me in bringing down Wilton Willis,”

The room grew silent for a moment, as Lipsky didn’t even breathe. After a long pause, he finally spoke again, his voice softer and more breathy this time.

“How did you get mixed up with Willis?”

“It’s a long story sir, but right now I am on his bad side. But I know from Mr. Kyokota and Charlie -”

“You know Charlie?” he said, his voice now completely a whisper. “I’ll be damned,”

“That’s the thing Mr. Lipsky. I knew Charlie. I have not been to Los Angeles yet but I’m afraid that he may be dead,”

Another long pause, followed by a heavy sigh that sounded painful just to listen to.

“So if Charlie is gone, and Kyokota is gone, that just leaves me. Sonofabitch,” he said. I noticed now that his words were a bit labored and that he was trying to lift himself up off the bed. I moved to help him but he stopped me.

“No Mr. Hilt, its alright. I’ve still got a bit of piss in me left,”

I took his word on it and watched as he slowly and methodically turned himself towards the edge of the bed, letting out a great sigh of relief as he lowered his legs over the edge. With great effort, he placed his feet on the ground and, on very very shaky legs, managed to shuffle over to the wheel chair by the window, collapsing into it with exhaustion. He panted loudly, a sickening noise coming from his nostrils that whistled and filled the room, but after a minute or two, he slowly began to turn the creaky wheels of the wheelchair and roll a few inches.

“Let me tell you something Mr. Hilt. I’ve wanted to take that sonofabitch Willis down for almost 5 years now. He used to be a real people person, always coming up to employees and asking how they were, how their bosses were treating them. Working for him was a dream and even though I started out at the bottom, with his help I soon became his head accountant,” he said, wheeling himself ever so slowly to the dresser that held the television. I stayed where I was, not really sure if I should help him or keep my distance.

“Why, that bastard even bought me and Caroline a house about 10 years back,” he said, his voice filled with bitter resentment. “And we took it from him too, even raising the boys for a few years there. How were we to suspect that he got it on the cheap? He was doing it for all the other employees, so it MUST have been fine right?”

I didn’t say anything, just let him speak. As he reached the dresser, he reached his long, frail arms up and began working a combination lock that held the two cabinets closed.

“Things were fine until Carol started her coughing fits. First it was just a cold, then what we thought was the flu. Then, when it turned into blood, I knew something was not right,” he said, pausing for a moment as he stared at the lock through squinted eyes. I could make out his face more clearly now. He must have been in his 60s, but like his nurse, age had not been too kind on him.

“Asbestosis. The worst kind, already in the most advanced stage. Can you believe that? Within three months, Carol was gone. She suffered too, just like I’m suffering now. As soon as I went to Willis, begging on my hands and knees for help with the fucking hospital bills, he just walked out of the office. Walked out! On me! The man who handled his finances perfectly and got him tax break after tax break. The old shit couldn’t even do it himself. He had that weasel Gordon Hapsboro fire me,”

Things started to fall into place now, and as if to echo this, the lock on the dresser opened as he pulled it off of the doors.

“Well, with Carol gone and huge medical bills from all the therapy she went through, I just sold that god forsaken house and left in the middle of the night, moved down here. But things got bad pretty quick too. See what they don’t tell ya is that when the vent leaking that stuff is over your bed every night of your life, you get problems from it real quick. Sure enough, when I got down here, the doctors said it had got to me too. Sometimes I wish I had had it as bad as Carol did, just so I could go quickly,”

“I..I’m so sorry,” I said, my own voice now a whisper.

He waved a hand at me. “No need to be sorry, I knew I’d pay for my sins, for all those time I looked the other way when he gave ‘auditions’ to all those pretty young girls. No, God is making me pay and apparently he has a sense of humor, because he’s doing it really slowly,”

Lipsky stopped talking for a moment as he reached up and pulled out a metal box, about the size of a shoe box. This too was locked and as he went to work on this new lock.

“But don’t worry, I have a sense of humor too. I used one of those new copy machines before I left there and copied each and everything that the bastard had me do to cheat Uncle Sam. I wanted to have these opened and turned over to the government when I finally went to my eternity, but now that I know he’s still hurting others, I might as well give them to you,”

This lock took him a bit longer, and watching him do it was a very wince inducing process, but after a minute or two more, the old lock finally sprung and he opened the creaky, rusted lid of the box. With a shaky, wrinkled hand, he shuffled through the papers inside for a moment before pulling out a group that had been rubber banded together.

Closing the box back, he set the tube of paper on his lap and put the box back in its dusty place on the shelf, repeating the process of locking it up all over again. With another tired sigh, he rolled his chair towards me.

“Mr. Hilt, these documents are exactly what you need to prove your point to the world. This is five years worth of transactions, both on the book and off. It’s all there…extortion money, hush money, drug money…money money money! Ha, and they say that us Jews are real good with the stuff. Well, let me tell you something. I may be good at handling it, but I’m even better at making it look like it vanished,”

I took the documents from him and held them in my hand. There must have been at least 50 of them, all appearing to come from the same sort of payroll book. This could be pay dirt, but only if I got it in the right hands.

“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.

“It’s alright, you should be able to talk now,” Clarence said. I almost jumped out of my skin as I felt his hand move down and touch my naked belly, my hot flesh growing all the more hot by the sudden contact. I moaned in happiness at the feeling.

“I…I want…” I struggled to say, my throat dry from lack of anything to drink in God knew how long. But there was something else I wanted right then.

“You want what? What do you want?” Clarence said, smirking at me.

As much as I didn’t want to admit to wanting it, and even though part of me was embarassed at having to say it, my body was simply screaming, burning with a passion from every hair and nerve cell in me for what I wanted.

“I want…your cock,” I said, finally getting the words out.

The three men exploded in laughter for a moment, slapping each other on the back and joking with one another. I didn’t find it funny at all however, as I was being sincere - I needed cock, and I needed it inside of my aching, burning pussy RIGHT NOW.

“I knew you’d come around Katherine,” Clarence said. Moving his hand up from my belly, he glided it towards my nipple on my left breast, each wonderful second of his touch making me tingle and burn with anticipation. I gasped and cried out in absolute pleasure as I felt him brush over my aeraola, each little bump on my darkened, pierced nipples seemingly on fire from his touch. I didn’t care whose touch it was, honestly…at that point it didn’t matter, as long as I was BEING touched.

“So you say you want cock, huh?” he said casually, still playing with my breast. I felt his pinky slid in under the hoop of my nipple ring. “Well, which cock do you want? Do you want mine?”

Upon saying that, he stepped closer to me and stood on his tip toes, placing the shaft of his prick against my restrained hand. I immediately grabbed it tightly, caressing and feeling the ebony flesh beneath my fingers, its still somewhat flacid length growing more and more the longer I held it and the tighter I squeezed. Lowering himself back down to his feet, I moaned in disappointment as his dick slid out from my hand.

“Or maybe you want Marcus’ long, hot stick plunging into you, huh?” Clarence said. Marcus, who was apparently the one standing to my right, stepped up between my legs. Holding his manhood in his hand, he smiled wickedly at me as he ran the thick, bulbous head against my dripping wet opening. I felt part of my outer lips open - ever so slightly - but it was only for a moment, a moment that was far far too fleeting.

At that point, I was now trembling with desire and anticipation and lust. There was a dull roar of arousal in my ears and though I heard Clarence talking, I couldn’t make out the words. All I kept hearing in my head, running constantly through, was COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK…

What happened next is hard to remember with much detail. Looking back, I feel that I was almost above my own body, watching it contort with passion and lust, my entire being focused solely on getting fucked, and getting fucked hard. Everything else is a blur, save for a few key elements. As Marcus stepped away, and the last man, who I later learned was, ironically enough, named Alex, towered over me, his toned and chiseled body glimmering in the light of the room, all attempts at civility on my part were dismissed.

Kneeling between my legs, I felt his thick hand caress my thigh for just a moment before he pressed his mouth and his steamy hot breath against my sex. My folds parted easily for him, the blood engorged outer lips betraying me as I felt his tongue make contact with my clit, causing me to orgasm within a split second.

I let out an ear piercing moan of pleasure as he jammed his tongue into me deep and hard (though not hard enough), the strong muscle licking into my deepest region, tasting my over excited juices as they soaked into his tastebuds. Bucking my hips towards his face, in a desperate attempt to get more of his tongue into me, I came harder than I can ever conciously remember, coating his face with my juices. This didn’t deter him though, for he just moved his face deeper and closer into my pussy and licked away at me with a wonderful passion that echoed just how turned on everyone in the room seemed to be.

Lewd, sucking noises filled the room as the dull roar in my ears was replaced by a long wail, one that I soon realized was coming from me as I felt my lips begin to move, some part of my primitive brain begging and urging this Alex to continue to pleasure me.

“YES! YES YES YES YESSSSSS!!!!” I hissed at him, able now to lift my head ever so slightly so that I could watch him. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me like the dirty, sex crazed slut that I am,” I said, gasping between each breath. Within moments, I felt another tremendous orgasm begin to build in me, as I felt his tongue caress and lick my inner walls so deeply that all I could see of his face was his eyes and his forehead.

“Oh GODDDDD!!!!” I cried out, thrusting my thighs against him, repeating the phrase “Fuck me fuck me fuck me” over and over and over again, its familiarity becoming my mantra as I gave my body and mind to this man, to these men who were pleasing me in ways that I never wanted to end. Ever.

I began to feel dizzy from the bliss that my body was feeling, sweat covering my face and dripping down between my eyes and my nose now as my hardened nipples pressed upwards into the air, desperately trying to come into contact with something, to FEEL something against them. Laying my head back down to catch my breath, another orgasm started as he worked his finger into me, opening me up more and more for his wicked, serpentine tongue. I came yet again, in an orgasm as equally hard as any I had experienced that night.

After an untold number of these, I heard Marcus and Clarence talking to one another in soft tones. Opening my eyes, I saw Clarence tap Alex on the shoulder, signaling for him to move from between my legs. I screamed in agony as his tongue left me, causing - even for that one fleeting moment - my pleasure and my exhausting series of orgasms to end.

“No! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” I said to them in a raspy voice. None of the men said anything, but Clarence once again moved towards me. I bit my lip in anticipation of his rubbing of my nipples (something I had already grown to love and cherish, even in the short time I had been there, my mind forever etched with the wonderful feeling that such attention gave me) but he instead moved to my head. With the same surprising tenderness that he had showed when applying it, Clarence undid the strap of the helmet device that I wore and lifted it off my head. My eyes immediately closed, the lids exhausted from being held open for so long, and I laid back against the chair, my breath still coming in irregular, panting gasps.

I heard him set it down but quickly my mind returned to its primary goal of cock, and nothing else.

“Fuck me! Please please please fuck me oh please will one of you fuck me with your fat, hard pricks? Please please I NEEEEDDDDDDDD IT!” I cried out as Clarence moved next to the other men again. I stopped crying out for them and simply watched, my eyes wide and eager for the fucking that I so desperately wanted. Clarence nodded towards Marcus and as he moved between my legs, that same thick and engorged prick in his hand that he had so cruelly teased me with earlier, I held my breath and watched him.

Without saying a word, Marcus lined himself up between my cunt lips and pressed forward. The head of his cock was swallowed up immediately by my thirsty, needy pussy as he continued to push more and more of his length into me. I felt my body open up inside for him, amazed that something as thick and long as his cock could actually fit inside of my (what I had once thought was) well conditioned twat. Pushing himself all the way to the hilt inside of me, pausing for just a moment when he had reached his full depth and the heavy balls beneath his prick dangled against my ass, I could already feel an orgasm building once more.

Unlike the oral sex I had just received, feeling the thick veins of the cock that I had so desperately wanted inside of me was a completely different experience. Be it the drugs or my over worked sense of lust, I couldn’t help but feel like we had bonded - become one - as every nerve in my pussy tightened and caressed and welcomed his penetration of me. I could actually feel the blood flowing through his rock hard dick, pumping through the veins as he held himself inside of me in that short, fleeting moment. When he began to move, I could feel it even more, but I could also feel something else: the flames of lust that had burned through me since that film had started now licking and devouring what it had wanted so badly.

Pulling out slightly, my over worked body came in a strong flood of juices as his thick shaft brushed over my clit, making me yelp in a pleasurable scream of passion. He thrust himself back in, getting a routine going in and out of me as he would pull out more and more each time, before savagely (and wonderfully) shoving himself back inside of my pussy as deep as he could. The effect was just what, I’m sure, Clarence had wanted. With each passing stroke, I began to grow hotter than I ever thought possible, the pleasure centers in my brain exploding in fireworks at having gotten what it wanted. I didn’t want him to ever, ever, ever stop fucking me, and I couldn’t think of how I possibly ever lived without his fat manhood deep inside my slutty, cock hungry pussy.

Still unable to move too much, all that I could do to meet Marcus’ thrusts was roll my hips a bit for him, my ass sliding around on the table from the sweat and love juices that now seemed to cover my entire lower body. I could feel the sticky juices cling to his muscular thighs as he pumped me, touching deep inside of me in places I never thought possible. I felt the tip of his prick brush against the back of my inner wall many times and each time, especially when he would glide over my clit expertly and with the precision of a well oiled machine, I came just a little bit more, my exhausted body now just producing mini orgasms as opposed to too many massive ones. I had lost count of how many times I had cum, the whole effect now just a constant blur of pleasure that racked my brain and drove me insane with lust, my body heated and charged beyond anything I had ever felt.

Marcus spedu p his fucking of me and, as his balls slapped against my gaping, wet sex, I could sense, even in my drug and pleasure enduced state, that he was about to cum. Thrusting my hips against him as hard as I could, I clamped my pussy muscles tight around him, the velvet walls coaxing and begging him for more, as if trying to suck the hot, sticky cum from his balls. Burrowing deep inside me one last time, he gave a loud grunt and laid down on my chest, his heavy body brushing over my fiery hot nipples and triggering my own orgasm, as he exploded in white, sticky torrents deep in me.

I gave an animal cry of lust and pleasure as I felt the first few strands of his man juice hit my inner walls, his flood of love liquids splattering against my pussy wall, dripping down around his cock as he slowed his thrusts down, cum continuing to spurt out in long, ropy strands until I could feel its hot stickiness leaking out of my well fucked cunt. I shuddered in pleasure as Marcus lay panting on top of me, his hips giving a few final thrusting motions as I sapped his trunk like a tree, my body craving and desiring all the hot seed that he had to give me.

We laid like that for a few moments (not like I had much choice of course), the pleasant afterglow of a warm fucking just now starting to cool off my scorching hot body. I was covered in sweat from head to toe, my hair plastered to my red, flushed face as the steaming juices between my legs formed a bond between myself and Marcus. Coming out of the daze that I had been in, I felt exhausted and yet very refreshed…and yet despite having cum so much in such a short amount of time, I could feel my body reenergizing itself, getting ready to start craving like a fiend the precious cock that it so desperately wanted.

In the haze of bliss that I had been in, I didn’t even notice until now the cries of pleasure coming from beside me. Turning my head ever so slightly, I saw the massive frame of the other man, Alex, pumping up and down on a small white body beneath him. Mila was screaming in ecstacy as she too was getting her tight pussy stuffed with the wonderful cock I knew she wanted. Marcus slowly pulled himself out of me, releasing a stream of cum that had been held in by his thick tool as he stood up, the clear white liquid pouring out anew from between my stretched gash like a well fucked whore. Grabbing a towel, Marcus wiped himself off as Clarence moved between my legs.

Rubbing his hands over my thighs for a moment before scooping up a fingerful of cum, Clarence looked down at me.

“Well, I’d say you got what you wanted Katherine. But you want more I bet, don’t you?”

For a moment, I couldn’t even possibly fathoming saying yes, but before I knew it, I was speaking with a lust tinged voice at him, answering his question. Again I felt the feeling of being outside of my own body as a strange itch - the sort that can only be scratched by getting a fix - began to course through my veins anew.

“Oh yes Clarence baby, YES!” I moaned at him as he smeared the glob of cum onto my thigh.

“Then say it,” he said, his voice flat and serious, his dark face growing rather ashen as he spoke.

“I want cock. I want YOUR cock. Please please please fuck me again, please stick that fat, hot cock of yours deep into my tiny, tight white pussy. Please Clarence, fuck me hard and fuck me deep and then cum deep, deep, deep inside of me!” I cried out, hoping my words were what he wanted to hear.

“Excellent. I’m more than happy to,” he said, clearly pleased by my response.

Lining himself up against my pussy for a brief second before thrusting all the way in, I began my quick ascent to heaven once more.

KIRSTEN’S STORY:

We were already on the plane to Los Angeles when the phone rang. The noise broke the relative quiet of the plane, startling a few passengers who were asleep. Natalie was staring out the window next to me and she turned her head as I fumbled in my purse for the phone. With her wide, deep brown velvet eyes, she watched me answer it.

“Hello?” I said, plugging my ear so that I could talk fairly quietly.

I don’t remember the exact details of the conversation, so unfortunately I can’t recount it all here right now. I do know this - it was Eliza, and she gave me the information I needed, the information to help Natalie and I do what we were being brought back to LA to do.

Hanging up a few minutes later, a name and some directions scribbled down on a cocktail napkin, Natalie looked at me for an explanation.

“I heard my name mentioned a few times,” she said softly, her face eager to hear what I had to say. “What’s going on?”

Holding the napkin in my hand, I played with it aimlessly for a moment, thinking about how to best explain things to Natalie. My heart wrenched up in my chest everytime I thought of having to share her with someone else, of having to use her to meet the goals of some very powerful people in Hollywood. Part of my hesitation, I knew, came from not knowing exactly who these people were. I knew Eliza was involved with some important people, and that she sometimes took orders from someone she called “The Mistress”, but beyond that I really didn’t know the whole agenda. That bothered me, not because such a secret society actually existed, but because I didn’t like having to send Natalie off into the “wild” like that. She was supposed to be mine - I had done the dirty work, the seduction and the lying and convincing and twisting of things to get her to be with me and help me. But I hadn’t anticipated falling in love with her, not in the way that I had.

“That was my, er, friend Eliza,” I said.

“You mean your LUVA,” Natalie said with a smirk, accenting the last few syllables of the word like Will Ferrell did on that old Saturday Night Live sketch.

I blushed.

“You know, you are my LUVA too,” I said playfully. “But yes, Eliza and I have been together before. She was calling to tell me where to go when we get to Los Angeles,”

“Oh yeah?” Natalie said. Her bright eyed exuberance made me love more, but hate myself even more for what I had to do. “What is it that we are doing out in LA? You were a bit vague on the details,”

“Well, you were a bit naked at the time. I think it is a forgiveable crime,” I said to her in a whisper. Natalie giggled.

“That IS true,” she said.

“We are being sent to LA to deal with a man,” I said, my voice getting serious. It was the only way that I knew I would get through what I needed to say. “Specifically, a man who has caused a lot of pain and heartache to Eliza and the people she is associated with,”

“What people?” Natalie asked. Being an occasional actress, she clearly was not totally up on the politics of Hollywood.

“I can’t really get into it right now, but lets just say that they aren’t the type of people you want mad at you,” I replied. Natalie’s smile faded a bit and she nodded her head, signalling for me to continue.

“We need to find him at his house and get him to tell us something, something very important,” I said.

“Oh, do we get to get like, all Sydney Bristow on his ass?” Natalie said with another smirk. God, even as a goofball she was beautiful. I shook the thought away.

“No, not exactly. And that is the other thing. It isn’t a ‘we’ thing Nat, it is a ‘you’ thing,” I said, nervous to see her response. Natalie’s face became a look of confusion for a moment as she furrowed her brow, unclear what exactly I meant. To reassure her, I took her hand in my own and held it tightly as I leaned close to her ear to whisper.

“Don’t worry Natalie, I’ll be right there with you, just outside, to guide you and help you out. I’d never leave you alone,”

“O…K…Kiki, but what exactly do I have to do?” Natalie said, some trepidation in her voice.

Our eyes met and I held her gaze, staring straight into what seemed like her soul as I made sure my words came out carefully and clearly.

“Eliza’s informant, someone who is close to him, said that he has some urgent business to take care of as soon as he gets back in town. What we need to do is just wait for him when we get to LA and then follow him to whereever he is going. Once we know he is alone, you’ll need to go in and…uh, well use whatever means possible to get what we need to know from him,”

“You mean sleep with him?” Natalie said, recoiling in her seat.

“Not exactly! Keep your voice down Nat! Listen, it isn’t going to be as difficult as it sounds. Both Eliza and the people supporting her think that he will crack very easily. Once you find out what we need, they will take care of the rest,” I said.

“Why can’t you come with me though Kiki?”

“Don’t you think it would be a bit weird if two celebrities just showed up outside his door?”

“And one celebrity isn’t weird?” Natalie countered.

“We have that part covered, you have an alibi that I’ll rehearse with you when we land. It won’t take you long and it won’t be difficult,”

Natalie still seemed reluctant. “I’m not sure about this Kirsten, it all sounds really odd and more than a little sinister to me,”

What I did next, I will forever regret. When working with someone you love, you should never mix that love in with what your goals. It’s a dangerous combination, and one that I should have done everything possible to avoid.

Swallowing the lump in my throat hard, I continued to stare into Natalie’s deep eyes.

“I need you to do this Nat. For me,” I said, brushing her hand with my fingertips. Natalie glanced down at my hand and then back at my eyes. For a long moment, we just stared at each other. Then a slow smile began to form on her lips, breaking into a wide grin.

“Ok Kiki. I said I would do anything for you, and now it’s time for me to prove it,”

I sighed inwardly at the passing of the storm as I returned Natalie’s rainbow like smile with one of my own. I leaned in towards her and kissed her forehead in gratitude.

“Thank you Natalie,”

Lifting up the armrest between us, Natalie leaned her head against my shoulder as we snuggled close together in the seat. Reaching her hand out to take the cocktail napkin from the tray, she picked it up and examined the name and address. Again her brow furrowed a bit.

“Hmmm, never heard of him. Who is Alex Hilt?”

PETTY’S STORY:

“MOVE BITCH!” the man holding onto my arm spat at me, shoving my back roughly as I stumbled a step or so ahead of him. I was being led out of the black car that had picked me up, some beat up old Lincoln or something, and into the door of a room at one of the sleaziest motels I’d ever seen.

Pressing me against the door frame, the man guiding me - one of Gordon Hapsboro’s personal bodyguards, and a rough one at that - turned the door knob and half kicked the door open.

The smell of the room was dizzying. Reeking of stale sex, pot and spilled beer, I couldn’t even count the number of stains on the floor, nor tell exactly how the cracked and crumbling walls were still holding together. Where the normal chest of drawers would have been, a small three legged table (which was once a four legged one, I noticed) rested, an old rotary phone and an ashtray wobbling on top of it. A cracked mirror hung over the solitary, sheetless bed in the room, the matress frame and box springs long gone, leaving a yellowing matress that was surrounded by spent condoms and what looked like old needles.

My head was spinning, the high from that wonderful coke that Hapsboro had given me had worn off, replaced by the more natural element of fear. I stumbled on wobbly legs towards the bed, repulsed by the overpowering scent of urine as I fell on top of it, catching myself with my wrists just in time before my face fell flat into it. Regaining my balance, I spun around on the bed, trying not to touch it as much as possible as I looked at the man who put me here.

But it was too late. In the split second I had fallen and been able to spin back around, he had already reached the door. Sprinting with all my strength to try and catch him before he made it out, it was too late. Just as my hand reached the heavy wood (probably the most expensive thing in the room) of the door, he slammed it shut, locking it from the outside.

Banging uselessly on it, I screamed and cried to be let out. The sun was going down and through the lone window in the bathroom, I was already starting to lose what little light I had in the room, making it harder to tell what to touch and what not to touch. After about five minutes of banging, I leaned against the door and began sobbing - what had I become? What was going to happen to me?

Closing my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks, I heard laughter outside the room. Lifting my head with a start, I heard a set of keys in the lock and what sounded like the bolts falling into place as the door was about to be opened. Now was my chance!

Stepping back from the door, I crouched halfway down and prepared to pounce on whoever walked through the door, doing whatever I had to in order to get out. Whatever Hapsboro had said about “earning my keep” before was now scaring the living hell out of me and I didn’t want to be around to see what he had really meant.

As the door opened, my heart thudding in my chest, I leaped towards the door and managed to make it towards the small crevice that had started to open before coming to a screaching halt. Wedged against the door as he pushed it open, was another man of monsterous proportions. Luckily, small as I was, I caught him off guard a bit and he looked like he was about to lose his footing, had it not been for the giant meatfist of a hand he had, which held an even larger gun.

We collided in the doorway, me pushing against him with all my might, he caught off guard but able to only stagger back a step or two. For one fleeting moment, I felt that I had made it out of the room, as I could see the freeway off in the hazy distance behind where we were. But as soon as I pushed, he pushed back, this time with his hand and his gun. Using the brunt of his fist, he shoved me back savagely by the shoulder, throwing ME off balance as I comically bounced off him like a cartoon character, stumbling back into the room.

His footing now regained, the man held his gun out at arm’s length, its dark and cavernous barrel pointing directly at my head. I stopped in my tracks as he advanced into the room, followed by two other men - one near his height and one much shorter. The two big men wore navy blue slacks and muscle shirts and looked to be of Hispanic origin, while the other man - shorter and dressed more in a Miami Vice style, was definetely Hispanic and definetely pissed by my attempt at escape.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?” the short one said to me with a snarl. I fell backwards and my ass hit the ground as I scrambled backwards, my back hitting the dirty bed as the three of them advanced on me, the door (and my last chance at freedom) closing with a slam behind them.

“I…I was…”

The one with the gun reared his hand back and slapped me - hard - across the face. The blow caught me off guard and I crumpled onto the floor, tears falling almost instantly from the futility and exhaustion of the whole ordeal. I certainly wasn’t high on anything right then, but I would have given almost anything to have been.

They stood over me for a few moments as I managed to stop my tears and sit up hesitantly, positioning myself in a sort of fetal position against the wall and the bed. I stared at them with fear in my eyes, my mind and body reeling as I lost complete control of the situation.

“You were trying to escape eh? Well no one leaves Rocco’s till they have paid their debt, si?”

Functioning on autopilot now, I nodded quickly in response.

“Good. Now Petty, we don’t want to hurt you. Believe me of that - you are worth much more to us looking good than looking bad, at least for the time being. But we aren’t your mommy or your daddy either. Our clients might want to be your daddy, but we are not,”

The two big men chuckled at this and Rocco smiled. In the dim light of the room, I could tell he was ugly. Puberty had not been kind to him, and he had deep pock marks all in his cheeks. Across the right side of his face, a long scar extended from his hair line (his hair oily and sweaty, pulled back tightly against his head) all the way down below his chin. His eyes were set inside of his face high above his nose, giving him the appearance of a flattened bird as he glared at you. His teeth were yellow and one was completely brown - a canine, I remember - and his smile was just as disturbing as the rest of him appeared to be. The suit that he wore (if you could even call it that) was a lavendar color, the pants striped with a series of thick blue lines that ran vertically down his short legs. The sports coat was the same pattern, but beneath it all he wore was a very dingy wifebeater t-shirt, the curly hair of his chest sticking out over the collar.

“What do you want from me,” I said meekly, averting my eyes from their lecherous gaze.

“You are here to prove yourself to our esteemed client, Mr. Hapsboro. He believes that you do not have the talent that it takes to succeed in his line of work, so he wants you to prove him wrong, if you can. Think of it as being sent down to the minors, only here we don’t treat you like anything than what you are - a cunt,” Rocco said, lowering himself onto his haunches, his rancid breath seeming to ooze out of his mouth like a wafting sewer grate.

“See Petty, we are what you fancy Hollwood types might call an ‘escort service’ - we escort the men in, you escort them out,” he said, getting another snicker from the other men. “And when they are here, you are theirs to do whatever they want to you. And you will do it, won’t you Petty?”

I couldn’t even believe what I was hearing. This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be real…

“Hey! Bitch! I’m talking to you!” Rocco said, lifting his hand back as if to slap me again.

I cringed again in fear, my body already starting to respond to what he wanted me to do.

“I said, you will do what we want, won’t you Petty?”

“I…I don’t…”

“You don’t what? Don’t want to die? Good, because I don’t want you to die either. But that’s what will happen if you don’t treat your pal Rocco and his business friends with every bit of respect you can find in that sweet ass of yours. It would be a terrible shame to see an up and coming singer like you, albeit one with a bit of a drug problem, found dead in a dumpster with a needle in her arm. But that can happen Petty, it happens every day,”

I nodded dumbly, my body in a state of shock over what was going on.

“Excellent. Then here’s the house rules. You do whatever the client asks, for as long as he asks. You don’t say no and you don’t try to resist him, unless that’s the sort of thing he is in to. You’ll get four hours during the day to sleep and eat some food that the boys will bring you. Oh, and every other day is your turn on the street. If you need a pick me up, there’s a fresh set of needles and some H in the drawer. Use it wisely though cuz until you really start earning, that’s gotta last you,”

I glanced over at the drawer where he had indicated. This was a whole new level of depravity, I could already tell. Blow and some pot were one thing, but heroin freaked me out. I hoped I wouldn’t have to use it. Unfortunately, it turned out that I didn’t have much of a choice.

“Now Petty, be a good girl. Stand up and take off your clothes. You won’t be needing them for much longer,”

On trembling legs, I stood up. My hands shook as I reached down and lifted my t-shirt off my head, my bare breasts (in my haste to meet Hapsboro, I had neglected a bra) and nipples growing hard in the slight cool of the room. I covered my chest with one hand as I hooked my thumb on my sweatpants. For a moment, I hesitated, not wanting to pull them down and fully expose myself to these wicked men. I looked up at Rocco with that same hesitation. But rather than sympathy, he took it as an act of defiance.

“Don’t want to do it eh? Fellas, help Petty out of her clothes please,” he said, his voice flat and dark in tone.

They moved towards me and I turned to run, trying to get past them if only I could. Catching my shaking arms, they held me still. One of them, I still don’t know which, yanked at the waist of my pants and pulled them down, the stretchy material sliding down over my thighs slowly as I kicked and tried to fight them. It was no use though, for the pants came off and I was naked and exposed totally now before the three of them.

Still struggling, they held my body tightly as Rocco moved towards me. I tried to kick at him but was restrained immediately by the two other men.

Reaching his hand out, Rocco savagely grabbed my breast. I cried out more in pain than surprise - it hurt, but not as bad as I would have expected.

“Listen Petty, don’t try any of this shit with my customers. The boys will be waiting outside and if they hear a man scream in anything other than pleasure, they will be in here so fast it will make your head spin,” he said, his stale breath and oily face just inches away as he whispered at me.

In my distraction at looking at him, I didn’t notice that one of the men had removed a needle from his coat and was holding my arm still. It wasn’t until I felt the prick of the point against my inner arm - he was shooting me up with something! - that I realized how truly screwed I was. For as soon as the needle was in and the plunger pushed, the grip on my arms relaxed and Rocco stepped back, smiling.

“There, now you should be in a more receptive mood to my customers. The first one is already waiting to break you in outside, I’ll go get him,”

Giving one last push, I tried to get away but the contents of the needle, which clearly was some form of heroin or something of that strength were already taking an effect on me. My vision blurred slightly as the drug coursed through my veins and I had the sensation of falling - falling slowly at first, then much more rapidly as I landed on my back atop the disgusting bed.

Laying on the bed, my mind began to twirl and swirl in ways I can’t even begin to describe. The room spun, but in a pleasant way as I seemed to feel every blood cell in my body responding to the euphoria that was rushing through me like a tidal wave of bliss. I was high, and WHAT a high it was. In the back of my mind I knew that they had probably given me heroin or something to that effect, as whatever it was made every other drug I had tried or encountered pale in comparison. Rational thought faded away and I began to lose myself in my minds own amusements, a pleasing calm coming over me.

I heard voices around me, and I knew they were Rocco and his men, but I didn’t care. The whirlwind I was experiencing made me forget about any danger or hang ups I had before, as I ran my hands over my nude body and caressed and played with my own skin, my mind creating all sorts of games and tricks to amuse itself with.

Sometime later, for I really don’t know when, I sensed other people in the room. I had been fascinated with the light blonde hair on my arm, staring at it intently as I lifted it up strand by strand, letting it fall back in place in a wild sense of amusement that made me happy on virtually every level, until I was interrupted by these people back in the room. Reluctantly I looked away from my arm and saw one of Rocco’s guys standing by the door of the room, its distance from me appearing as if an ocean away. Near him was another man, a young looking college age guy, who seemed to be handing the larger bodyguard/thug money, only doing it very very slowly.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the slow speed in which they were going and that caused them to look at me for a moment.

“Shit, that really IS her!” the younger man said. “I so can not believe I actually am going to fuck her!”

It took a moment for the words to sink in, and my brow furrowed as I grasped onto the thought. But again time was moving slowly and before I knew it, the young guy (who, I must say, was fairly muscular and attractive) was standing naked by me, pushing me down back onto the bed as he crawled up my body.

I moaned in pleasure as I felt his hands touch my skin, the wonderful human contact making me shudder and practically cum all over myself in enjoyment. He roughly groped my breasts, rubbing my nipples under his hands as they grew hard upon his minstrations. But just as soon as he started playing with them, he stopped, causing me to cry out in anguish at the missing feeling of his hands. However, the pleasure was quickly brought back on as I felt my pussy opening up around his seemingly huge cock.

Glancing down, the effects of the drug gave me a weird perspective. I could see him thrusting in and out of me, only it was somewhat like a hallucination, as his cock throbbed and seemed to grow and expand in size beneath me. My reaction time was also slowed, but I could feel waves of pleasure gently gliding over my body like a calm surf, the lazy strokes of water touching every fiber in my body. That was how I felt now, with this anonymous guy on top of me.

As I said before, time was slowed and I really lost complete track of it. I don’t know when it all began and when it all stopped - the original guy was replaced by many more guys, each different enough for me to notice that they had moved atop me and were fucking me with gusto, but little more than that. Faces became a blur of colors and shapes as I drifted in and out of an aware state, small orgasms from my spasming, oversexed body breaking into the high like tiny firecrackers. Eventually however, as I started to come down many untold hours later, I passed out.

I was awakened sometime later by a bunch of voices in the room. My head throbbed and my pussy felt raw and sore. With a stiff neck, I lifted my head up and looked down at myself. My breasts and stomach were splattered with dried cum, and my pussy lips were red and slightly swollen from all the fucking I had had. Smacking my lips together, I tasted bitter semen in my mouth - apparently only my ass had been left unviolated. Struggling to sit up (I felt exhausted), I focused my bleary eyes towards the voices at the foot of the bed.

A mixture of men of all races, some totally naked and some fully clothed, were drinking beer and smoking pot as they stood around a small card table that had been setup in the room. They were laughing and joking with one another, and I noticed a small stereo on the floor off to the side. It seemed like they were waiting for something.

Opening my mouth to speak, I voice was scratchy and dry, words seeming to come from some aged version of myself, not the woman that I was.

“What is…what the hell is going on?” I croaked, my words causing a few of the men to glance over at me. They studied me for a moment, a few smiling slightly, before returning to the “party” they were engaging in. I lay my head back down on the nasty bed, frustrated at being ignored yet too worn out to even bother getting up and trying again.

I closed my eyes and laid there, listening to the music and voices as they moved in and out of my ears, none really registering or making much sense to me. About thirty minutes later, I heard the door to the room open and the voices suddenly became louder, more excited and certainly more carnal.

Lifting my head again, I saw two big men entering, followed by a very short girl, her blonde hair the most striking thing about her. She wore a corset of deep blue leather that pushed her ample breasts up towards her throat, and a pair of fuck me pumps as she walked into the room, the confidence with which she walked making everyone pay attention. I noticed too that she wore a barely there thong like piece of clothing between her legs, the narrow strip of fabric barely concealing her shaved mound.

“X-Tina!” one of the men yelled in an excited voice as he ran over to her. His massive arms embraced her and lifted her off the ground, their faces meshing into one another as they kissed. X-Tina? Surely it couldn’t be…

“Hey baby, how are my walking fuck sticks doing today?” the girl said. I blinked my eyes a few times before realizing that indeed, it really was Christina Aguilera.

I knew that she had undergone an “image change” over the past few months, tarting herself up into a walking sex object. She had emerged into the public eye with piercings galore, a sultry manner in which she carried herself and of course, incredibly erotic videos and performances. But to think that she was here, right now, in this shithole that I was forcibly being held in, was almost unfathomable. She really couldn’t be as spit out and used by Hollywood as I was, could she?

The man released her and the other members of the room still crowded around her, some lewdly groping and touching her as she giggled and laughed and shared a joint that was passed to her. I took all of this in, waiting to see where it would go, knowing that for whatever reason, she had walked into this room and that I would somehow be involved with whatever those Antamount fuckers had planned.

Pulling a breast out of her corset, one of the men - tall, with blonde hair and a chiseled, sexy jaw, put his mouth to her nipple, sucking voraciously on the ringed tip of it as he used his hands to caress and stroke her frame. The rest of the men backed off from her for the most part, but I did notice that one seemed to be fascinated with her ass, as he was stroking and rubbing it while standing behind her, Christina (or X-Tina)’s head resting on his shoulder.

“MMmmm…that’s great fellas, you know just what I like. I can’t believe that I went to that stupid awards show instead of meeting you studs here like usual,”

There came a chorus of “It’s ok” and “No problem, we understand” from the men, the mixture of voices making it hard to tell who said what. They continued to crowd around her however, as I saw her step out of the barely there thong, kicking it off into the corner.

Now two men sank to their knees and began to worship her shaved pussy and ass, one burying his nose and face between her legs as she stood there and sighed in pleasure. The other had her ass cheeks spread and was tounging the bottom of her slit and up her ass crack, his nose resting against her asshole.

Some of the men moved aside now and let these two enthusiastic lackeys enjoy themselves, Christina fondling her tits with her hands as she rocked slowly back and forth on her heels, her thick thighs trembling slightly as she worked herself up towards orgasm.

I continued to watch this scene with shock and amazement, unbelieving that this good little girl would really let some strange men grope and play with her without so much as even asking permission. Christina gasped in pleasure as the man eating her pussy slowly pushed two fingers into her slit, working them in and out slowly as the one who had been eating her ass stood up and guided Christina’s hands over her own nipples, his large frame holding her against his chest.

I suddenly noticed that Christina was staring at me, a slightly puzzled look on her face.

“Who is that?” she said in a snotty tone, raising her cherry red fingernails and pointing them at me.

The men again looked at me, then looked at Christina.

“I don’t know, some whore I guess,” one of the guys said. The man between her legs had even stopped now to look at me. If I hadn’t been so exhausted and physically out of it as I was, I would have made an effort to cover myself or at least respond, but as it was, I could only stare with a mixture of fear and embarassment over the looks I was getting.

“No, I’ve seen her before,” Christina said. She began to walk towards me, pushing away the man between her legs in a manner of annoyance. Standing over me, I could smell her even from a few feet away - a strong odor of sex and perfume, mingled with the smoky scent of the room.

“That’s that Petty girl, the one who had a hit a few months back,” Christina said, climbing onto the bed. She slinked towards me like a cat. I laid back on the bed, unsure exactly what to do or say as she positioned her body over me like I was some animal to be studied. The men of the room came and crowded around the bed as well, standing all around me as Christina studied me.

“Yep, its definetely her, although she looks pretty used up,” she said. The rest of the room laughed and I couldn’t help but cringe a bit at my sad state.

“What are you doing here, wanna be?”

“I…I was brought here by…by uhh…”

“Oh that’s right, you signed with Antamount, just like me!” Christina said, leaning back and slapping her forehead comically, again illiciting a laugh from the room. “I bet she is just paying her dues,”

“What do you mean?” I said, now able to think more clearly since I could focus solely on her.

“You had a hit, you vanished from the airwaves and now Antamount wants to make sure they get the return money on their investment. Happens to all of us girl, don’t you know?”

“They…they said something about that I think. I don’t know,” I said, suddenly very ashamed of myself “I was kind of drugged up at the time,”

“Hey, who in Hollywood isn’t?” Christina said. Again the crowd laughed.

“So wait, you had to do this too?” I asked.

“Had to? Shit girl, once I got my first taste of whoring, I WANTED to. That was the best thing that ever happened to me, finding out how much I crave cock. Black cock, white cock, latin cock, I don’t really care. As long as its long and hard and can fuck me oh so good, I’m there,”

“But then why are you coming back here now? I thought you were back in the spotlight again?”

“I am you idiot, but you can’t just turn that sort of thing off. Not once you get craving the dick and the coke and all that. They got you on H yet?”

I was puzzled for a moment by what she meant, but then I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I didn’t want it but it did feel good,”

“Yeah, I know it does. I still like to taste it every now and then but that shit will fuck you up something bad. Don’t worry though, they will only make you take it a few more times, you know, just to break you in. But then its back to the good old stuff. Speaking of which, you wanna do some lines?”

The room was now waiting for my reaction, and once more I was faced with the decision of caving in to my desires or trying to fight them off. I doubt I really had much choice now, given the situation, but I still wanted to feel some sembalance of control. Unable to resist though, I nodded. Within moments, someone had brought over a mirror and a straw, the lines already cut on it. Christina went first, then held back my cum stained hair as I too inhaled some of the magic white powder.

“Good shit eh?” Christina said, rubbing her nose to get off any excess. “Ain’t nothing better than getting your cum on while you’re high. Speaking of which, they got you street walking yet?”

“No…not yet,” I said. “They said tomorrow,”

“Well, just be careful girly cuz there are a bunch of crazies out there who will cut you and shoot you and do whatever else they want to, if you aren’t careful. That’s why they make us do it. Antamount I mean. Nothing lost if we end up dead, but if we come back a-okay, its money for them and plus we are totally willing to do whatever they want us to,”

“So you’ve done it before?” I asked, feeling again the dizzy calm from the drugs. I noticed now too that Christina’s face was only a few inches from mine, her long blonde hair creating a curtain of sorts all around our faces. I may have looked like shit, but even in the whorish way that she wore her makeup, Christina looked beautiful.

“Yep, where do you think I got the clothes for some of my videos? You can’t just buy that shit at the store ya know,”

“I guess not,” I said, suddenly aware of the nervousness I felt in being out there on a street corner by myself, whenever they would do it. Without thinking, this nervousness made me blurt out what I knew had to be my true feelings.

“I don’t want to be a whore though Christina, I just want to go home!”

She laughed at me, this time with a bit more malice than her previous jokes. It was a rather brutal kind of laugh/snicker, which she ended with a snarl not unlike the one I had seen earlier.

“Go home? Shit, you’ll be lucky to get out of here alive. Just do whatever they tell ya to and you may not get hurt too badly,”

This was hardly reassuring, and Christina could clearly see that on my face. She climbed off from me.

“Tell ya what. I’m going to enjoy the services of Ben and Owen here. Fellas, why don’t the rest of you show Petty what she is going to have in store for her over the next few weeks. Nice talking to ya Petty and hey…enjoy yourself,”

As soon as Christina was off the bed, the men converged on me like a pack of jackals. Raising my arms to try and stop them, one of the larger men used his heavy hand to backhand me openly across the face, causing my lips to burn in pain and my body to rock violently on the filthy bed. I opened my mouth in shock, but as soon as my lips parted, a cock was immediately thrust into my mouth. Tears welling in my eyes, I knew that my ordeal was really just beginning.

RACHAEL’S STORY:

Step. Clunk. Step. Clunk. Step. Clunk.

With every step I took down the long hallway, the heavy gun in my purse clunked against the side of my hip, its weight a constant presence to me, even though it really was small when held in your hand.

Opening the door to the reception area at Antamount, I nervously approached the secretary out front.

“Rachael Leigh Cook, here to see Mr. Hapsboro,” I said. She glanced at me for a second, then punched some keys on her keyboard.

“Ok Rachael, go right on back. He’s expecting you,”

I nodded at her and smiled weakly as I turned the corner of the hallway and headed into the den of the lion. Knocking on the door softly, I heard a voice say “Come in”. Turning the knob, I opened it and stepped inside of Gordon Hapsboro’s office.

I had told myself that the best way to get what I needed - if there was anything to get of course - was to play the whole thing like a scene. That is, to act it out and pretend that the dialogue being said between us was scripted, rather than spur of the moment. I normally didn’t like doing such a thing, but in this instance I found that it calmed me a great deal, taking my mind off the fact that I could seriously be risking my life now if I didn’t watch what I said.

“Have a seat Rachael,” he said, motioning me from his desk, not to mention startling me out of my daze. I approached his desk and took a seat, but only on the edge - if something happened, I wanted to make sure I could make a quick getaway.

“What’s on your mind,” he said, not looking up from the stack of papers on his desk. Glancing at them quickly myself, most looked like gibberish to me, but one caught my eye. Off to the side, buried under a pile of papers, was a red folder. Sticking out of the top corner of it was a glossy photo, one that was unmistakably a long distance photo of Alex. My heart, which had already been thudding loudly in my chest, suddenly became a dull roar in my ears.

“…said, what’s up?” Hapsboro said now, looking up at me. I quickly averted my eyes from the folder and met his gaze. He was studying me, looking me over. Whether he caught me looking at the folder, I don’t know. I certainly didn’t feel too good about my chances though.

“I uh, came by to talk about my career,” I said, spouting out the first thing that came into my mind. Let the first act begin.

He laughed at me, rising from his chair.

“It’s always about your careers,” he said wistfully. “Care for a drink Rachael?”

“Um, sure,” I replied. As he stood from the desk, I too stood up and slowly began to saunter towards him. He was walking to the right of his desk, his back to me as he approached the bar. I made my steps methodically and slowly, watching his motions as he moved, careful that he didn’t see me move near the red folder.

“You know, it’s a funny thing that you mention your career Rachael,” Hapsboro said as he poured some brandy into a pair of glasses. I stopped in my tracks, achingly close to the desk. Leaning backwards just as he turned around, I propped my hands up against the smooth wood surface and thrust my body outwards toward him, in a sort of come hither stance.

“Oh really? Why is that?” I said, playing dumb, even though I was nervous as hell.

“Well, some of the other women that we represent, they haven’t been making too good of career choices lately,”

I was going to respond with a follow up to that, but he continued undetterred.

“Yes, they have been rather careless in their activities away from the studio,” Hapsboro said as he walked towards me, handing me the glass. I lifted one hand from the desk but kept my ass balanced against it so as to conceal where I was leaning.

“Cheers,” he said. We clinked glasses and I took a small sip of the strong liquor. Gordon, by contrast, downed it all in one gulp, his lips smacking together appreciatively.

“I do love an excellent brandy. You know, this Hollywood world is a lot like a glass of excellent brandy. It burns you sometimes, but at that moment right when it hits the pit of your stomach, it feels oh so satisfying,” he said. I noticed that he was watching me now just as carefully as I was studying him.

“I suppose so, though I’m not much of a drinker Mr. Hapsboro,” I replied, nerves creeping into my voice a bit.

“Of course you aren’t Rachael, that’s because you are a good girl. And that is exactly the problem with your career,”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t take enough risks Rachael. You aren’t really putting yourself out there to be seen,”

I drank more of the brandy, mostly to calm my nerves. His comment however, didn’t do anything to squelch the turbulent feelings I had inside. The scene intensifies.

“I’m not so sure about that Mr. Hapsboro. I have been doing a lot of indie films lately and,”

“Oh, spare me the indie film bullshit. Some college kid with a camera and a script his hippie girlfriend likes shoots a ‘movie’ and suddenly he’s a filmmaker? Please,” he said. “Julia Roberts doesn’t command $20 million a picture because she worked in indie films,”

“Well, what do you suggest?” I asked, his body now just a few feet from me as his cold eyes studied me. There was something piercing and penetrating about his gaze, something that held you like a cobra, something you couldn’t look away from.

“Risks. You know, putting yourself on the line,” he said. My face must have been a mask of confusion, because he became somewhat frustrated. “Nudity Rachael. I’m talking about showing America the goods,”

He leaned forward, most likely to grope me with his hands, but I stopped him in his tracks.

“I’d like another glass please Mr. Hapsboro,” I said sweetly, holding my arm out as he was about to touch me.

He stopped and smiled back. “Of course,”

Turning his back again to refill our glasses, I knew this was my only chance. Sliding down the desk slightly, I stole a brief moment, one last look at the layout, hoping I could position myself for a snatch-and-grab. Pushing my ass back against the desk, I extended my hands out and groped blindly around, careful not to shuffle too many papers - he was almost done with the refills.

I felt my hand touch the smooth surface of a folder and, pulling it towards me, lifted it up off the desk. Very very slowly, I moved it against my back and held it there as he turned and began to approach me again. As he neared, I slid my hand down my back and slid the folder into my jeans, pushing it down past the waist band of my panties and hooked my shirt just enough to pull it downwards over my stashed contents.

He was still on the nudity kick. “Take some risks Rachael. You may not win an Oscar, but if 25 million people make it the number one movie in the country, you can certainly make more money. And that’s good for all of us,”

He handed me the glass and we clinked edges once more, this time both of us downing the drink completely at the same time.

“Thanks Mr. Hapsboro, I’ll take that under advisement,” I said, now starting to back out of the room. I prayed and hoped that when I turned around, he wouldn’t see the odd square shape covering part of my back.

“You do that Rachael. Just don’t take the wrong kind of risks. As I said before, some of your colleagues took some bad risks and, well, they are paying for it both financially and personally,”

I wasn’t sure that he was talking about Katherine, Mila and all the rest before, but now there was no mistake in my mind. I also knew that he, despite the words of Alex, probabaly knew I was in on it. If so though, he was doing this scene perfectly. And now it was time to bring the curtain down.

I moved towards my seat and picked up my purse, careful to only show him a side view of my body. Whether it was the drink or just his sheer lechery, he was grinning at me in a way that made me feel very uncomfortable now as I stumbled towards the door.

“Thank…thank you for the drinks,” I said. “And the advice. I hope it helps if I get any more offers,”

“It was my pleasure Rachael. Remember, Antamount is ALWAYS looking out for the interests of its closest assets and associates,”

As I stepped out of the room, this last line made me shudder in disgust. Pulling the door behind me, I made a bee-line for the elevator. I was dying to see what was inside that folder, and even to make sure that it was the RIGHT folder, but this was not the time or place, especially with the assured survelliance of the building.

Every step I took, I was expecting to be accosted by security guards or, worse, Gordon Hapsboro himself. But thankfully, I made it back to my car and was on the main drag away from Antamount’s office without incident. Pulling off to a side road, I couldn’t stand the nerves any more. Reaching behind my back, I pulled out my secretly stashed contents.

It was the red folder alright, and as I leafed through the first couple of pages, I suddenly gasped. Flinging the folder to the seat next to me, I scrambled madly in my purse for my cell phone. I had to call Alex, and NOW!

ALEX’S STORY:

With so much on my mind as I returned to LA, the cab pulling to a slow halt out front of my building, its a wonder I actually noticed the car across the street. Getting out and paying the cabbie, I pulled my one piece of luggage from his trunk and tapped on the trunk to signal that I was done.

As he pulled away, I fished my keys out of my pocket. It was great to be back in town, even though I knew that the road ahead would be tough. Pulling out my keys, my cell phone fell out of my pocket. Picking it up, I saw only one bar remaining and a NO SIGNAL message across the screen. Damn companies and their horrible coverage, I thought to myself as I turned it off.

Walking towards my door, I still don’t know to this day what made me look back. Turning my head, I glanced across the street. Down a ways from where my building was, I spotted a white BMW convertible sitting aside the curb. It wasn’t the car (there were plenty of them in LA) so much as what was next to it that caught my eye. Bent over the rear driver’s side wheel, I saw a tight, jean short clad ass studying the wheel. She was trying to unscrew the wheel locks, and seemed to not be having much luck with it. Stopping now and studying her, I could make out a shapely body and a small frame but not a face from the distance that I was away from her.

I mentally weighed my options - here I was, back from an exhausting trip, on the door step of my house (and thus my bed) and all I had to do was turn the knob. Conversely, across the street was what appeared to be a very attractive woman in need of some help. I knew the neighborhood was fairly safe, but with the sun going down, it wouldn’t be like that for long. Unlocking the door, I chucked my bag inside and re-locked the door before going down the steps once more and approaching the girl.

Drawing closer to her, I could make her profile out a bit better. Rather petite, with longish brown hair and a white sleeveless blouse, her jean shorts occupying the top of a pair of decent length legs. Her skin was flushed from the sun, but I could tell that she had a darker complexion than most. Not Hispanic or black, but vaguely Middle Eastern.

Hearing my approach, the girl pulled the tire iron a little tighter into herself and looked at me, squinting slightly in the sun. I could make out her face only slightly, as the sun was setting behind us and the last rays bathed the street in a sort of daytime darkness. Standing up, her trusty tire iron in her hand, the girl leaned against the side of the car.

“I’m not real good with these things, I guess I probably shouldn’t be driving huh?” she said, downplaying her own lack of skill in mechanics.

“No, its ok, I’m not the best either. I do know how to fix a tire though,” I said with a smile as I neared her. She was definetely small, no more than 5′3 or 5′5. I could smell a mixture of sweat and a designer perfume on her skin as I crouched down to examine the tire.

She had done little to get the wheel locks off, aside from scraping the paint off of them and probably giving herself a muscle cramp. I could however, see why she was changing the wheel: along the surface, there appeared to be a deep gouge or cut in the hard rubber, like someone had slashed the tire. Oddly though, the gash looked fairly recent, as if it had just occurred or…

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