Journal of An Agent Ch. 23
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This is Part 23 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don’t act like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
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(To catch everyone up: The main character, Dean Simonds, upon leaving a hot tryst with Jennifer Lopez meets a girl in the parking lot who shatters his entire family history. She tells him that she is actually his sister, something that he didn’t know until just now, having thought for his entire life that he was an only child, his only living relative a party loving half-brother.)”
My head was spinning. I felt confused and a little angry that this stranger would approach me with such a claim. I tried to poke holes in her story.
“That’s impossible. I’m an only child. I think I’d know if I had a sibling running around somewhere,” I said preposterously, snorting at her claim.
“That’s the same way I felt too. That is until my father passed away last year and I found this in his old photo album,” she said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo. What I saw left no doubt in my mind.
The photo was an old one of my mother, clutching two babies on her lap. Both looked to be the same age, one a boy the other a girl. Flipping it over on the back, I read the caption: ALLISON AND DEAN - 2 MOS.
“We’re twins. And that’s not the only thing - you know your half brother Jacob?” she said, my mouth still hanging slack jawed from this new discovery.
“Yes. How did you know about him?” I asked, things just getting stranger and stranger.
“The way he acts around you isn’t his real personality. I think that he may be planning something involving you in the near future, although I can’t say what,” the girl, who I’m assuming was Allison, said. “Look, I don’t feel real safe standing around here. Want to go get some coffee and talk about it?”
I nodded and we both climbed into my car, peeling out of the now deserted parking lot. The concert traffic was pretty thick, bumper to bumper, but soon eased as we passed the freeway.
“How did you find me? And I mean, of all the nights and places to look,” I asked, my hands fidgeting nervously on the steering wheel.
“Well, when I found that photo I did a little bit more investigating into my fathers things. Turns out of course that he wasn’t my real father, only my adopted father. I found the adoption certificate to prove this in his safe deposit box. Apparently when we were both three months old, your mother, I mean OUR mother put me up for adoption. I don’t know why or what for, but regardless I was put up for adoption and taken a few months later. I spent my entire life growing up in Chicago, living with my adopted father and his wife. She died a few years back but never mentioned the adoption to me,” Allison said.
“Ok, but that still doesn’t answer my question. How did you find ME?” I again asked, strange parallels in our lives starting to come together - growing up not knowing our fathers, our mothers (or in her case her adopted mother) dieing when she was younger. It was eerie.
“I’m getting to that. I went to the adoption agency and asked for my records on my biological parents. Things are different these days, agencies seem very open to helping adults find their real parents. It’s not like in the movies where everything is some sort of epic,” Allison said. “So I got our mothers name and looked her up last year, only to find she had passed away. Eventually I got your name from the obituary and when I went to visit you in New York the neighbors told me how you ended up here. It didn’t take long to track down your company and then your personal assistant, a nice guy named Damon I think, told me you were at the show tonight,” she finished breathlessly.
“Well, that’s quite some homework you’ve done,” I said. “But now that you’ve found me, and don’t get me wrong, I am happy to see you. The bigger question on my mind though is what do you want?”
“No, I understand. I’d be a little freaked out if someone tracked me down across the country,” Allison said. “Tell ya what, let’s pull into this coffee shop and I’ll explain.”
I made a sharp cut across lanes and pulled into the diner’s parking lot, a rusty old place that looked like it hadn’t aged well since the 50s, when it probably opened. We walked silently from the car and stepped inside. The place was mostly deserted, except for a small gaggle of stoned teenagers off in the corner, laughing at God knows what. The inside of the coffee shop was just like you’d imagine it to be - pale lights hanging over the table, grizzled truckers sitting at the bar with a plate full of steaming fatty food and a cigarette in their hand, and the waitresses wearing faded pink uniforms that covered their bodies in the non-flexible material of starched linen. In a word, it was like walking into any movie you could ever imagine.
“Seat you two?” the hostess said, an older woman with frazzled gray hair, the bags under her eyes hanging like sad little pouches from beneath her blood shot eyes.
I nodded at the woman and she led us to a back far table. A waitress appeared shortly thereafter, taking our order. Neither of us were hungry, but both Allison and I ordered coffee - black.
“I guess we are paternal twins then,” I said, stirring my coffee when the waitress returned. “Because other than the hair and maybe a few facial features, you and I look nothing alike,”
“That’s what I figured too. That’s why I was so hesitant to speak to you, thinking that it really wasn’t you standing there since we DIDN’T look that much alike. But I took a risk and well, here we are,” Allison said.
I sipped my coffee. It was bitter and lukewarm, but I wasn’t going to send it back. The waitress looked too lonely to bear the burden of my picky tastes.
“Any ways, before I found you here I went and saw your younger brother Jacob in New York City,” Allison said. “Not a nice guy at all, especially after finding out we were related. He seemed to snap at me over everything and didn’t want to answer any of my questions. Has he always been like that?” she asked.
“No, actually. That’s really surprising. He seems like a good kid. A little selfish and spoiled, but still pretty good at heart,” I replied, a little taken aback at her description of Jacob. I had seen him up in New York only a few months ago when I went to talk to Jennifer Aniston. He didn’t seem to have a problem then. Maybe it was just the stress of college and all that had happened in the city. Allison went on.
“The reason I even bother to bring him up is because of this thing that I saw on his coffee table when I was at his house,” she said, reaching into her purse. “At first I thought that it would be helpful to me because it looked like the name of your talent agency out here. I asked him about it but he snatched the paper away before I could get a closer look and told me that it was ‘personal business’,” she said. I nodded, obliging her to continue.
“Before he took it away though, I took a picture of the paper when he was out of the room with my Polaroid, you know to help me out even if he wouldn’t,” she said, finally pulling out something from her purse. “See, I’m an amateur photographer, I love taking pictures. And I brought my camera along to get some good pictures of my new family,” she smiled, sliding the photo across the table. I took it in my hand but didn’t look until she finished speaking again.
“The picture came out pretty good, considering the lighting and all. But when I got out here to California to try and look the place up, hoping to find you, the telephone operator said that no such business existed. I gave her the address though and then she connected me to Damon who got me to you,” Allison said finally, sipping her coffee. She leaned over the table a bit and pulled the photo down to the table to point at something on it.
“The weird thing is, the name of the company is different but the ADDRESS is the same as where you are now. Your company is Shooting Stars Talent Agency. That piece of paper said StarPower Representation Firm, Inc. Does your company have two names?” she asked, her hands clenched together tightly. The air of the coffee shop was quite cold.
Studying the picture myself, Allison had been right. Though it was a little blurry, the paper (which looked like a fax cover sheet) did say what she had noted. And she had been right about the address too. Why would Jacob make up a sheet with the same address as my company? Was he trying to send someone my way?
“Hmm…you’re right. But this doesn’t make any sense. When I took over the place from my…I mean OUR father, it had been in business under Shooting Stars for the past 50 years. I’ll have to give Jacob a call tomorrow and see what is going on,” I said, puzzled as I held the photo in my hand.
“No no no! You can’t call him!” Allison blurted out, almost knocking her coffee cup over.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because if you do then he will know I told you. Look, I know you have a good relationship with all the family you know about, but I’m having to dig myself out of a hole right now and pissing off relatives, half or not, is not what I want to do,” Allison said, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Why would he be angry? It’s an honest question, seen by someone who also had some honest curiosity,” I said.
“I don’t know. But the way he was acting, all nervous and jittery and hesitant to even talk to me, makes me feel like there is something else going on and he doesn’t want anyone to know about it. Just do me a favor okay? If you do mention it to him, say you heard it from someone else in New York. I don’t know, I’m sure you have contacts out there, make something up. Can you do that for me Dean?” Allison asked. Her eyes were pleading and I couldn’t say no.
“Fine, whatever. I’m still not convinced that you spoke to the same person as the half-brother I’ve known for his whole life, but we can figure that out later. In the meantime, it’s getting late. I hate to cut our reunion short but I have to be in the office tomorrow morning. We need to get together for lunch sometime,” I said, pulling a few bucks from my wallet to pay the check.
“No, I understand. I’m exhausted from the trip anyways. Besides, now that we know each other it’s not like the other will just disappear,” she said with a grin.
“That’s true, although you suddenly DID appear tonight out of the blue. But I guess there isn’t any easy way to start a relationship like that is there?” I said.
“Nope, not that I know of. Well, I’m going to head back to my hotel now. I have your number so I’ll call you sometime soon,” she said, getting up to leave.
“Hey, at least let me drive you back. LA’s streets aren’t safe at night,” I said, trying to be the chivalrous gentleman.
“I’m a big girl, I did grow up in Chicago you know,” she said. “Besides, I’m only a block away and I’m sure I’ll make it there fine,”
I walked her outside to the street. The din of traffic had ebbed substantially and the streets were deserted except for a stray cat I saw rifling through some garbage.
“It was nice to finally meet you Dean,” Allison said with a warm hearted smile. “Take care,”
She walked off down the block and I watched her go until she turned a corner. Getting back into my car, I headed home. It was impossible to sleep, my mind racing over not only having a new person in my family but also trying to figure out what the hell Jacob was up to out there in New York.
The next morning was uneventful. Damon seemed ready to bubble over with excitement at having spoken with my “long lost sister”. But I cut him off at the pass:
“She found me Damon. Last night, after the concert. But thank you for your concern,” I said, heading into my office. I was surprised to see that my voice mail, the number that I left for all clients to reach me at directly in case of an emergency, was blinking with 7 unplayed messages.
Puzzled, I picked up the phone and hit play.
“Hi Dean this is Sarah Michelle Gellar. Freddie and I have a problem that I think you need to take care of. Give me a call when you get this message, you’ve got my number. Bye”
I hit NEXT on the phone.
“Dean, this is Sarah again. Just waiting on your call, this problem really needs to be taken care of. Call me as soon as you can,”
I pressed NEXT again.
“God damn it Dean, where the hell are you? Why am I paying you so much money to not be there when I need you? I’ve got a serious fucking problem and you aren’t around to help. You better call me. This is Sarah”
Sighing to myself, I knew what the next message would be. I pressed it anyways.
“Sorry about that Dean, I lost my cool. Just call me okay? This is Sarah again,”
I didn’t even need to bother playing the next messages, I simply held down the delete button and picked up the phone, dialing her number from my rolodex. It didn’t even ring twice.
“What?” a female voice snapped on the other line.
“Nice to speak to you too Sarah. So what is this big emergency?” I said calmly, almost a little too sappily. This wasn’t the first time this had happened - Sarah was a nice enough girl, easy to get along with when it came down to negotiating, but when something bad happened to her it was like the sky was falling.
“Dean thank God it’s you! Freddie and I are in BIG trouble. Can you come out to the house and talk to us?” Sarah said. Her voice sounded unusually panicked even for her.
“Is it that big of a problem that it can’t be taken care of over the phone?” I asked, my mind distracted by other things.
“Let me let you make the call - is a gay male prostitute tied up in our back bedroom suitable for handling over the phone?” Sarah spat back. I sat up at attention.
“What is a gay male prostitute doing in your house at all?” I asked, more than just a little surprise.
“That’s what you need to come over here and figure out then isn’t it?” Sarah said. “Shall I expect you in an hour?”
“Make it two for traffic. But I’m on my way,” I said, hanging up the phone and hustling out of the office to my car.
Getting in and peeling out of the parking lot, I thought to myself - why oh why do I get stuck with stars who get into these kinds of messes?
I headed out along the coast to Sarah’s house. It was beachfront property, located on a rocky cliff in Malibu that gave an absolutely stunning view of the ocean from almost any point in the house. Buffy certainly didn’t like to live cheaply.
When I arrived, I was surprised to find Sarah meet me at the door. Her golden blond hair looked frazzled and mangy and her eyes were a little puffy, probably from lack of sleep over this incident. I knew right away, after spotting a few droplets of blood on the floor, that this was a far more serious situation than I thought. The crimson red spots seemed to mock me almost as I went, the sharp contrast of color against the off white plush carpeting very striking.
“Hi Dean,” Sarah said softly. “Freddie and the guy are down here,”
I followed her down a flight of mahogany wooden stairs to a basement like area, located at the base of the house. It was slanted and rather narrow, the ceiling fading away to a point due to it’s sharp cut into the hillside. It was dark and quiet, the pale light of a floor lamp casting the only light in the room, leaving corners of darkness to dance mysteriously at us, their contents unbeknownst to me without further inspection.
At the very back of the below ground level was a door and Sarah knocked softly before opening it and entering slowly.
The room was a glow with burning scented candles and the aroma of charred wax and manufactured fragrance was over powering. The room contained all sorts of bizarre things that I didn’t even think about asking about - leather whips and bondage gear mounted on the wall, a set of handcuffs dangling from a coat hook, the shiny metal catching me in the eye for a second as my eyes adjusted to the room.
Freddie Prinze Jr. sat on the solitary piece of furniture in the room, a bed that had been stripped of sheets but was a little dirty from some drying maroon stains on the mattress cover. Freddie sat with his head in his hands, hunched over the bed in thought. The hooker that Sarah had mentioned sat huddled in a far corner of the room, his handcuffed hands holding his knees tightly against his chest. He was a decent looking guy, a little younger than me, with reddish brown curly hair and a fair amount of the same color chest hair on his upper body. The man was naked except for a very small loin cloth that barely covered his manhood and I could see that his mouth looked swollen a red, his lip split a little in the corner from what appeared to be a vicious punch to the mouth. His back, which I noticed when he exhaled and inhaled deeply, was slashed red with what I assumed were whip marks. In situations like this, it was my experience not to ask.
A closely guarded secret in Hollywood, very few people knew that Freddie Prinze Jr. was in fact a homosexual. Because of his public image as a heartthrob for millions of girls and women, the truth about this fact was kept as quiet as possible. By Hollywood standards, a gay man publicly dating (or in this case engaged to be married) to a straight woman was nothing new, and I could name a handful of gay men off the top of my head who were leading stars and box office draws no matter what they released. I had discussed the current situation between Sarah and Freddie with the two of them before. They had met on the set of “I Know What You Did Last Summer” and gotten to be good friends. It was only a few years later she confided in me, that he revealed to her that he was gay. After both of their film careers began to sag some, Sarah had approached me with the idea of getting married to Freddie not only to take off the pressure of any noisy Hollywood reporter but to get some good PR for the two of them. I told her that it was a good idea and a few weeks later they announced their engagement.
It was a little bizarre for someone outside of Hollywood to think about two people living together under the same roof as man and wife but never actually consummating the marriage, but since I had gotten into the Hollywood world hardly anything surprised me anymore. The current predicament however, did not fall into that category.
“Ok Freddie, tell me what happened so I can decide what we need to do,” I said. My eyes watched the hooker in the corner, who appeared to be either in shock or at the very least sleeping from exhaustion.
“Well, I had him come over last night and we, well, you know. I had gotten his number from a friend of mine who said that he was willing to do just about anything you asked. I had been playing around with bondage and S&M and hadn’t really known what I was doing. The next thing I knew, I had teased and hit him a little too hard and he freaked out, running upstairs and to the front door. If Sarah hadn’t been there to hit him in the head with a book I think he might have gotten away and who knows what would have happened then,” Freddie said, his voice wavering. He too seemed to be in shock, his words floating out like they came from someone else’s mouth.
“Freddie, you know that I don’t care what you do with your own sex life. That’s your business. But as your friend as well as your agent, you can’t go around beating up hookers,” I said sternly.
“I wasn’t beating him!” Freddie cried, standing up from the bed now. “Things just got going really fast and I think that we just got really carried away,”
“Exempt? How?”
“The drugs used to increase their strength and agility also adversely affected their emotions. It left them a little screwed up. So as a thanks for going through the process to defend our country, the government decided that a certain amount of leniency would be in order when they commit crimes.”
“How much leniency?”
“A great deal, much to our dismay. Minor crimes they are completely exempt from and major crimes such as murder, rape and heavy assault, they’re given five freebies before being charged for one of them. And even then their sentences are halved.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m afraid not,” he said frowning. “So unless these guys have already committed five similar crimes, there’s nothing we can do except put it on file.”
“Great,” Andrea said to herself.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, it’s just how it is. I don’t like it any more than you do.”
“Yeah, well thanks for coming by.”
“No problem. Just let us know if you need anything else. The department offers free counselling to rape victims.”
“Okay,” Andrea said still a little depressed about the whole thing. “But I’ll be fine.”
“Mm,” he said. “You’re tougher then I would be.”
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It was a few days later and Andrea felt normal again. Kitty and her had mostly stayed in the hotel and relaxed when Andrea decided it was time to get back out on the town again. It had been a three hours argument with Kitty but she finally won the right to return to the gym alone and she intended to do just that.
Over the last few days she had found out that the town had become dependent on goods the Invid supplied through slave labour. Now, with the Invid gone everyone was pretty worried that their economy would fall apart, hence all the people saving their money as opposed to going to the bar or gym. But to win her gym argument, she had to give in to Kitty’s demand that she leave it all alone. Kitty had insisted that they were on vacation and didn’t need any extra distractions.
She also picked up some new clothing over the previous days, including a new tight white tank top and a pair of black spandex shorts for exercising. She soon found herself wearing just that and walking through the gym entranceway once more. Inside Andrea gave a sigh of relief to see no sign of the thug she had met there last time. Andrea did see one person she recognized however. Catalina was doing leg exercises and stopped when she saw Andrea approaching. She got up and met Andrea half way. “I didn’t know if you were going to come back here or not.”
“Yeah. Made it back. I uh… had a bad experience a few days ago and I’ve just been getting better.”
“Oh no, what happened?”
“I don’t really want to get into it, but I’m fine now.”
“Okay, fair enough. Hey listen, I’m having a party tonight with a few friends that you’re welcome to come to if you want.”
“Oh yeah? What’s the party for? I heard things are kind of tight around here, money wise.”
“Oh I’ve got enough that I’m not worried. The party is just a monthly thing that some girlfriends and I put on. No men allowed, if you get my drift.”
“Well, I’ll think about it.”
“I really want you to come. I think it would be fun. Bring that girl you’re in town with too. The more the merrier.”
“I don’t know if that’s really her thing…”
“Come on, Andrea. Make my day. Say you’ll come along.”
“I’ll try,” Andrea said smiling at Catalina’s insistance. She was actually kind of flattered.
“Do I need to be a little more persuasive maybe? Show you what you’re missing?”
“What do you mean?”
Catalina moved closer until she was only a few inches away and Andrea felt fingers dance on the outside of her shorts. They were moving towards her pussy.
“What are you doing?” Andrea asked, looking around to see the four or five other gym members going about their business. She could feel Catalina’s fingers pushing the tight material into her slit.
“Convincing you. If you don’t want a big wet spot in your crotch while you work out you’ll promise to come tonight.” Catalina smiled playfully.
“I can’t promise but I’ll talk to Kitty and see if she has anything planned.”
“Not good enough,” Catalina said as she started applying more pressure. She rubbed her fingers around Andrea’s labia and Andrea knew she was starting to get wet. The material was providing an unusual and quite pleasurable sensation.
“Look, I can’t promise, so I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish, ooo, here.” A couple of people looked over briefly when Andrea let out her “ooo,” but immediately turned their attention back to what they were doing. Catalina leaned in close and breathed hotly into Andrea’s ear.
“Are you sure you can’t promise?” Catalina grabbed Andrea’s earlobe between her lips and played with it a moment. Andrea immediately tensed and more wetness poured out from between her legs. There was a small patch there now and it was growing bigger.
“I’m sure,” Andrea said and squeezed her thighs together to try and discourage Catalina’s exploratory fingers.
Catalina breathed into Andrea’s ear again. “Sure, sure? Or kind of sure?”
Andrea knew she would orgasm soon and then it was game over. She would cum more then enough to leave a noticeable wet patch in her crotch. “Okay, okay, I’ll come.”
“Promise?” Catalina shoved her fingers hard into Andrea’s pussy, imbedding more of the material into her hole.
“I promise,” Andrea said breathing heavily.
“Great. I’ll see you at seven. Here’s the address,” she slipped Andrea a piece of paper and started walking away.
“Wait,” Andrea said.
“Yeah?”
“You want to go to the showers and uh… finish what we started?”
Catalina smiled teasingly. “You’ll just have to wait until tonight.” Catalina turned and left. Andrea didn’t get much exercising done after that.
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Andrea arrived at Catalina’s apartment just before seven. Surprisingly, Kitty had been in favour of the idea but had said she would be a little late because she wanted to attend to something first. She knocked and the door was quickly opened by someone she didn’t recognize. The woman was black, very attractive and wearing red panties with a matching push up bra. “You must be Andrea,” she said. “My name’s Ashley. Come on in.”
Andrea entered the apartment to find four other women present, all wearing panties and a matching bra. Suddenly, in her tank top and jeans she felt severely overdressed.
“Hey, Andrea!” It was Catalina’s voice and Andrea turned to see her in a black set of underwear. “Sorry, I guess I forgot to mention the dress code. Where’s your friend?”
“She’ll be here. She just said she’ll be a little late.”
“Ah, excellent.”
“So you do this every month?”
“Normally more often actually but we’ve been busy lately.”
“Oh.”
“So are you just going to stand their all overdressed or are you going to get rid of those things?”
“I don’t have any underwear.”
“We actually have a rule about that. No underwear means no clothes at all.”
“Hah, and you just forgot to tell me about the dress code, eh?” Andrea smiled.
“Just slipped my mind,” Catalina smiled knowingly.
“Right.”
“So get on with it already.”
Andrea smiled and looked down. Without hesitation she grabbed the base of her shirt and pulled it over her head, thus exposing her raised breasts. She dropped the shirt to the ground beside her and stood their for a moment. Two of the women were elsewhere in the room but the other three were watching her intently as her arms went back to her sides and her breasts fell into their normal position, still firm and pointing forwards.
“Hah, you don’t need a push-up, that’s for sure,” the third woman, Andrea hadn’t been introduced to said.
“Thanks.” Andrea wasn’t sure what else to say so she hooked her thumbs into her pants and began pulling them down. At first the slow motion revealed the smooth curves of her hips, then the first hint of pubic hair, before finally passing her ass and falling to her ankles. She stepped out of her pants and kicked them away, now fully naked in front of the group.
“Damn, I hope you move to Cuba,” Catalina said. “I’d love it if you could make it to all of these parties of ours.”
“You’re not the only one,” Ashley said.
Meanwhile, Catalina walked around behind Andrea seductively. She placed her hands on Andrea’s hips and pressed herself up against Andrea’s muscular back. “You still ready from this morning?”
“Are you kidding?” Andrea said turning to look at her.
“Uh uh, face forward.” Catalina’s hands left Andrea’s hips and her body pulled away.
“Where are you going?”
“To get something,” she said musically.
“What are you getting?”
“You’ll see.” Andrea heard her moving around and about a minute later she came back behind her and put a hand on her lower back. “Bend over.”
“Bend over?” Andrea questioned.
“Hey, who’s party is this anyway?”
“Okay, okay,” Andrea bent over at the waist.
“Now grab your ankles.”
Andrea grasped her ankles now feeling completely exposed. “What are you doing?” She asked again as one of Catalina’s hands slipped around towards her stomach to help support her.
“This,” Catalina said as she shoved some kind of object deep into Andrea’s ass. It was lubricated so it went in fairly easily.
“Ahh,” Andrea said in surprise. Instinctively she moved into a standing position and turned to look at Catalina. Her ass clenched around the object with the new position. “What the hell is that?”
“I told you, you’ll find out. Now get back down there.”
“You going to take it out?”
“Sure,” she said with a smile.
Andrea looked at her sceptically but bent over again and grabbed her ankles. Her breasts hung down in-between her arms and she caught Lesley staring at them. She felt a hand on her stomach again for support and all of a sudden Catalina shoved, pushing it in another couple inches. “Ah,” Andrea said standing up again. “Come on.”
“Okay, okay,” she said seriously. “I’ll take it out.”
Andrea bent over again and next thing she knew the object was inside of her another two inches. “Unnph,” it was starting to get in a little far now. This time when she stood up she could clearly feel it deep in her bowels, curving slightly with the changed position of her body. “I think that’s far enough,” Andrea said.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Catalina took a step back to admire her handy work. The object, which Andrea could now see in a reflection, was a double dildo and about half of it was inside her. The rest poked obscenely out from between her tightly clenched cheeks.
“Here, come on and lay down,” Catalina said gesturing to the kitchen table.
“On the table?”
“Sure, why not?” She helped Andrea up and lay her down with ass pointing skyward and the dildo protruding out of it. After she was set up, Catalina got onto her knees on the table and squatted over Andrea’s ass. Slowly she lowered herself down on the large rubber phallus until her thighs pressed hard against Andrea’s ass. She put a hand between Andrea’s shoulder blades and began to ride her, slowly moving up and down.
The dildo was deep enough inside Andrea that it didn’t move out very much as Catalina did her thing so Andrea simply rested face down on the table, enjoying the thought of the dark haired woman squatting over her, humping up and down. Catalina’s breasts bounced up and down with her motions as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm. Soon she was twitching and writing on top of Andrea, using her hand on Andrea’s back to keep her balanced, as an orgasm washed over her. “Unnnnnnnhhhhh,” she moaned pleasantly as her climax went on. The other girls had moved on to other things but a few looked over to watch when they heard Catalina cry out in orgasm.
“That was nice,” Catalina said after finally coming down from orgasm. She lifted herself off of Andrea and stepped down from the table. Slowly, Andrea worked herself backwards until she too was standing on the ground once more. She reached behind her to pull the dildo out. “No,” Catalina said quickly. “Leave it in.”
“Why?”
“Cause it’s fun.”
Andrea sighed but left it in as she was instructed. “So, when do I get that orgasm you promised me earlier?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that babe. You’ll get plenty.”
“Good,” Andrea said smiling.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lesley approaching from behind. The black girl moved quickly and before Andrea could move stabbed her through the butt cheek with a syringe. She emptied it into her.
“What the fuck is that?” Andrea said suddenly very angry. She wasn’t going to just stand for random needles of unidentified substances.
“Oh nothing you need to worry about,” Catalina said, still smiling pleasantly.
“I doubt that very much,” Andrea said aggressively. “Now what was in that?”
“Just a little something to help everyone enjoy the evening a little more.” Andrea felt extremely light headed. “Oh don’t worry. You’ll pass out for a bit but when you come to you’ll feel fine. No one’s here to hurt you.”
Andrea took a couple awkward steps forward and stumbled. She fell to the ground and passed out.
* * * *
Andrea awoke on her stomach. Someone was behind her riding the double dildo in her ass and Catalina was directly in front of her, staring pleasantly into her face. “How do you feel?”
“Fine,” Andrea said smiling up at her. She felt strange. She knew something was weird about it but she felt absolutely head over tails in love with the woman she was staring at. “Sorry I got mad at you before I passed out.”
“Oh don’t worry about it. You just enjoy the evening okay?”
“Okay,” Andrea said happily. “I love you.”
“I love you too babe.” She leant forward and kissed Andrea passionately on the mouth. Andrea returned the kiss with even more lust and when Catalina tried to break the kiss, she didn’t let her. She pulled her body forward so she was laying on top of Catalina and by proxy, the dildo slipped out of whoever was riding her. She pressed her body into the mostly naked woman beneath her and deepened the kiss. One of her hands slid upwards until it hit the fabric of the woman’s bra and she moved it over her lovers semi-clothed breast, touching and groping as she would someone she loved. “Mmmm,” Catalina moaned pleasantly through the kiss.
Meanwhile, whoever was riding her from behind got back in position and pushed the dildo up inside her pussy once more. Andrea felt the soft folds of the other woman’s labia press against her ass hole and her thighs press against her buttocks. At least until she lifted up again and came back down once more, this time with extra force.
“Mmph,” Andrea grunted as the hard impact sent her crotch into Catalina’s thigh and the dildo deeper inside her rectum. She continued kissing and started rocking back and forth slightly, thrusting her pussy against Catalina’s leg.
“You are a horny devil aren’t you,” Catalina smiled.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Andrea said pumping harder against Catalina’s thigh. “Mmph,” she grunted again as the woman behind her came down on her ass again. “Who’s behind me?”
“Why don’t you look?”
“Because then I’d have to take my eyes off of you.”
Catalina smiled. “It’s Tara.”
“What does she look like.” Andrea began to kiss at Catalina’s neck while she continued gently fondling her tightly restrained boobs.
Catalina put her head back and looked up hazily at Tara. “She’s 23. She has the sexiest black hair that’s flowing down past her shoulders just as far as her dark firm nipples. Her skin is tanned with no tan lines. She has bright blue eyes and the most gorgeous breasts in the world. Large, but not too large, you know? Rounded, with stiff little buds sticking out of the middle. Her right nipple is pierced with a gold stud and her stomach totally flat.
“Right now her curly dark pubic hair is tight against your ass. I can’t even see the dildo between the two of you.”
“Mmm,” Andrea moaned near orgasm from her humping and from Catalina’s description.
“Oh, there it is,” Catalina said as Tara lifted herself off before coming down once more. “It’s blue plastic and it’s shining with all her cum. Her back is arched and breasts pointing upwards as she’s moving up and down on that dildo. I can’t see it but I know how tight her ass is and in her position it’s got to be the most gorgeous heart shaped thing you’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm,” Andrea moaned again. This time she could feel Tara’s tickling pubic hairs in the crack of her ass.
“She’s starting to get flushed,” Catalina continued. “I think she’s going to cum. Her stomach is tighter and her breathing just increased.” Sure enough, Andrea could hear a regular panting noise as Tara breathed in and out. Her skin is covered in sweat and glistening in the rooms light. She looks so damn sexy, Andrea.”
Tara shoved down again and this time curled forward, making no effort to lift herself up again.
“She’s coming,” Catalina said. “She just leaned forward and her breasts are hanging down above your back. Her teeth are clenched and she’s shaking. Her tits are shaking with her, even more then the rest of her.”
“Unnnh,” Andrea moaned as she came as well. Catalina’s thigh was suddenly coated in Andrea’s cum. Almost as much as Andrea’s ass was coated in Tara’s juices.
After another minute Tara stood up and with a long “Schhhhluck” was free of the dildo. Andrea could feel it rocking slightly in her ass, pressing against the different interior walls. Her orgasm briefly intensified and then she finally wound down. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“That must be your friend,” Catalina said smiling. “You want to get up so I can go answer that?”
“Sure,” Andrea said and carefully stood. She was still a little wobbly. Catalina gave her a quick kiss and walked pass her towards the door. Andrea followed.
Andrea walked to the door with dildo still imbedded deep in her anal passageway. It moved side to side with each step and was one hell of a turn on. As she approached, Catalina opened the door, wearing only her push up bra. Andrea walked up behind her and saw Kitty standing in the doorway. “Hi,” Kitty said.
“Hi,” Andrea said back, playing with the latch on Catalina’s bra. She got it undone and it fell to the ground. Catalina only smiled at Kitty and stood aside so she could come in. Meanwhile, Andrea reached around the dark haired woman and grabbed her breasts firmly while simultaneously rubbing her crotch against the woman’s ass.
“You’ve certainly got into the mood,” Kitty said, staring at Andrea dry humping Catalina. “Hi, I’m Kitty,” she said turning to the homeowner.
“Catalina,” the other woman said. “Cat for short. Isn’t that an irony. Kitty and Cat.”
“Yeah, guess so,” Kitty said smiling awkwardly. “So, looks like you guys have already got the party started.”
“Sure have,” Cat said as Kitty walked by. Cat gave a quick nod to Lesley and as Kitty walked by her to go deeper into the apartment, Lesley quickly stabbed a syringe into Kitty’s thigh. The woman almost immediately passed out and Lesley caught her before she fell to the ground.
“What did you just do, lover?” Andrea said to Catalina, still groping her breasts.
“Just a little fantasy of mine. Will you do something for me, Andrea?”
“Anything.”
“Fuck her for me while she’s unconscious.”
Andrea smiled and released her grip on Cat’s breasts. “Sure,” she said and walked over to her still fully clothed friend. In a matter of seconds she had ripped off Kitty’s clothes and rolled the lithe naked woman onto her back. Andrea looked down at her unconscious body and smiled. If this would make Catalina happy it would certainly make her happy as well. Her eyes ate up Kitty’s small, nearly flat breasts, her incredibly thin waist and her tiny hips. One of her legs lay casually splayed to one side and she could see the pink lips of her groomed pussy just poking through the short thin red curls of her muff.
“This is going to be the hottest thing I’ve seen all month,” Cat said quietly to Tara.
“No doubt about that,” Tara whispered back.
Andrea glanced back to Catalina with a smile before dropping to hands and knees and crawling over top of her passed out friend. The dildo still stuck out obscenely from her ass, just like a tail and Andrea bent down to kiss Kitty on the lips. As expected there was no response but she continued to kiss nonetheless. Once her lips were coated in a thin sheen of saliva Andrea moved downwards, kissing first at her chin and then her neck.
She soon arrived at Kitty’s breasts and kissed at her non-responsive nipples. They didn’t harden anymore than they did twitch as Andrea twirled her tongue around the tiny buds that topped up the small mounds of soft pale flesh. Andrea felt herself getting wet again and continued moving down Kitty’s body, kissing along her ribs and stomach. The tiny hairs on her stomach stood up as she continued downwards towards her muff. She gave the length of Kitty’s slit a long lick and then sat up and pressed her crotch against the redheads.
“Mmm,” Andrea moaned as soon as her sex made contact with Kitty’s moist slit. She was so turned on that the slightest touch was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She pressed her pussy harder into Kitty’s until her lower lips melded into the other woman’s and started rubbing herself against Kitty’s sex. “Unnnh,” Andrea moaned again as the constant friction stimulated her clit.
She humped harder and lifted one of Kitty’s legs straight up into the air to get a better angle. Her breasts rocked up and down as much as Kitty’s did. Kitty’s arms and head limply moved up and down with each motion, her body still acting unresponsive. Andrea briefly felt a pang of guilt as she saw Kitty move at her mercy but it quickly passed and all she was left with was a feeling of love towards Catalina.
Andrea continued to hump her partner hard for the next five or ten minutes until an orgasm built up and she tensed up. Kitty continued to lay motionless as Andrea’s pussy pulsed against the redheads’ and let out a light trail of liquid. “Unnnnggh,” Andrea moaned again before gasping in a lungful of air. Her body was twitching against Kitty’s and her hand instinctively sought out Kitty’s small breast to squeeze into a small cone.
When Andrea’s orgasm has subsided, Catalina couldn’t take it anymore. She literally pounced on Andrea and tackled her to the ground. For the next hour, Andrea didn’t have a minute to herself. When the other women weren’t having sex with each other, they were doing it with her.
A while later, Kitty began to stir and slowly moved into a sitting position. “Andrea?” She said feeling the sticky caked on cum around her crotch. She looked over to see Andrea humping one of the women frantically while Catalina used the double dildo sticking out of her ass. Kitty moved over. “Andrea?”
“Oh, umph, hey Kitty.”
“Andrea, we have to get out of here.”
“Tell her you want to stay, lover,” Catalina whispered into her ear.
“I want to stay with Catalina.”
“What? But they just fucking drugged me.”
“She knows what she’s doing. Besides, you don’t just abandon the woman you love.”
“The woman you love?” Kitty said.
“Yeah. You have a problem with that?”
“Why don’t you let her stay,” Catalina said. “You can leave if you want.”
“If Andrea stays, I stay.”
“If you stay, you have to participate.”
The comment was obviously made to discourage Kitty but it didn’t work. She was feeling particularly stubborn. “Fine, but I’ll only do it with Andrea.”
“Fine.” Catalina stepped off of Andrea, thus once again exposing half of the dildo to the room. “You can have my spot.”
She turned Kitty around and forced her towards Andrea so the two were ass to ass. Then, with Tara’s help, she held Kitty in place while she lined up the dildo with Kitty’s back door. Once the head of the cum slick dildo was pressing against the lithe redhead’s tight rosebud, Catalina grabbed her thighs and shoved hard until a loud slap indicated her ass cheeks had connected with Andrea’s. “Ahhhrrrgh,” Kitty moaned out, half in surprise and half in pain as she was suddenly filled deep into inside her bowels.
“There you go, enjoy,” Catalina said as she gave Kitty’s left breast a quick hard grope before moving on.
The rest of the night went in pretty much the same fashion with Kitty either on top of Andrea taking it up the ass, or underneath getting her pussy humped by Andrea’s.
Eventually most everyone went to sleep but Andrea still refused to leave. Kitty’s only hope was that Andrea would be more reasonable in the morning.
* * * *
“Andrea, wake up.” It was Kitty’s voice.
“Hm?” Andrea said slowly coming around.
“We have to get out of here.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Andrea was looking over at Catalina lovingly.
“Think about it objectively. Would someone you love stab me with a needle and knock me out? And would you suddenly start loving them out of nowhere for no reason? Think about it Andrea.”
“Look, love doesn’t always make sense.”
“But some parts of it do,” Kitty insisted. “Some parts always do. Do you remember any of them giving you a shot?”
Andrea appeared to be thinking about it. “I guess so…”
“Why would they do that? Why would they invite you here and then drug both of us?”
“I…” Andrea was looking much more confused. “I don’t know.”
Kitty nodded, encouraged. “Please, Andrea. We have to go. If you still love her in a few days when everything has had a chance to wear off then you can come back. But if not… The risk is just too high.”
Andrea looked to Kitty and then back to Catalina. “But I love her.”
“Let’s decide that in a few days. Okay?”
Andrea paused again but eventually nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay. Come on.” Kitty stood up and walked to the door silently. The others were all still sleeping in the main room, but with a little effort, the two managed to leave unnoticed.
Once Catalina was out of sight, Andrea found her ‘love’ for the other woman quickly fading. By the time she had eaten breakfast and downed a couple of coffee’s she wasn’t just over it, she was pissed off. “I want to go to the police,” Andrea said finishing her last sip of coffee. “I’m not going to let her get away with that kind of shit.”
Kitty nodded. “Let’s go, then.”
* * * *
“And after that, you two left the apartment without being noticed and came directly here?” An officer by the name of Joe was talking.
“Not quite,” Andrea said. “I still wasn’t feeling myself so we stopped to get breakfast. I guess Kitty was hoping it would shake me out of it so to speak.”
“Hm, guess it worked,” the officer said. “Look, I’ll be straight with you, I can arrest and charge them, that’s easy enough based on your statement. And if we do find any of those drugs in her possession it is highly illegal and that would only solidify your case. However, since the Invid left last week our legal system has been in shambles. They may not get what you would think to be an adequate sentence.”
“How so?”
“Well as you may or may not know, we gave all prisoners to the Invid. The Invid would then use them in their harvesting fields and in exchange, they provided us with necessary goods that we couldn’t otherwise find on the island. Now that that relationship is gone… Quite frankly we don’t know what to do with our criminals. Let alone our economy. It’s making everyone very nervous.” He sighed and looked between Andrea and Kitty. “I’m sorry, I know that our countries problems have nothing to do with either of you two, I just wanted to make sure you understood the situation.”
Andrea nodded and noticed Kitty looking at her with a gaze of warning. Obviously Kitty didn’t want her to get involved. “Do you think I could talk to someone high up in the government? I may have a solution for them.”
“Hah, no offence Ms., but unless you have vast resources at your disposal for trade, there isn’t anything you have thought of that they haven’t.”
“Can you just get me a meeting please?”
He stared for a minute longer and then nodded. “I can.”
* * * *
One Week Later
Andrea and Kitty were on their way to the docks again with bags over one shoulder. “So you actually agreed to exchange goods with these people when they farm them using slave labour?”
“Those slaves you speak of are all criminals. Besides, they wouldn’t budge on their prison policy. They said it’s none of my business and they’re probably right.”
“Maybe. It just doesn’t seem right that you aren’t insisting on any particular rules in this alliance of cities that you’re putting together.”
“The rules will come. For now it’s hard enough to get them all to work together, let alone to follow a specific set of laws.”
“Hey bitch,” the voice belonged to the first ex-military man she had met at the gym. “Ready for round two?”
Andrea turned to look at him. It was just him this time and he was being cocky. “Besides,” Andrea said to Kitty. “There’s advantages to playing by other peoples rules now and then. Wait here.”
Andrea walked over to him. “So? You gonna come peacefully this time? Or am I going to have to kick your ass again?”
“The only reason you had a chance before is because there were four of you.”
“Hah, you may be good but I know I can take you by myself. You don’t scare me.”
“I should,” Andrea said pulling out a pistol.
“And I’m supposed to believe you’ll shoot me? Hate to break it to you but only government officials and military get the five free crimes system.”
“Does that law extend to foreign governments on Cuban soil by any chance?”
“There are no foreign governments.”
“And if there were,” Andrea said smiling. “What do you suppose they’d say. Would they grant the same laws?”
The man was looking a little nervous, but mostly he was confused. “I guess so.”
“And you would guess right,” Andrea said smiling. “I’ve officially been recognized as a military leader by the Cuban government.”
“What?”
“Oh yes.” Andrea fired her weapon and the bullet struck the mans leg. “That’s one strike against me. I have four left you say?”
“Ahh,” he yelled in pain and clutched his new wound. “What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?”
“Just playing by the rules,” Andrea said firing again. This time she aimed for his shoulder and he yelled in pain again. “That’s two.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“No, not crazy,” Andrea said pointing the gun at his head. “But I don’t want to use more then three on you. Just in case your friends and I run into each other again. What do you say?” Andrea said taking another step closer and closing to point blank range. The gun barrel was pointed right between his eyes. “Do I use the third one now? Or save it?”
“I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry. I won’t ever touch you again.”
“You won’t ever be within 100 meters of me, or my friends again.”
He nodded in a panic. “Okay, okay. Deal.”
“And if I ever find out you’ve hurt anyone else like you hurt me… Well let’s just say I still have three strikes left.”
He nodded again. He looked nearly ready to cry. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”
“You say that, but you’re still within 100 meters of me.”
His eyes went wide and he turned, running the best he could on his injured leg. Andrea smiled and walked back to Kitty. “That was kind of fun,” Andrea said smiling.”
“Mm,” Kitty said. “So now what?”
“Now we get to Florida. We lost the last week of vacation to meetings and diplomacy but if we get to Florida now we should still have some time to ourselves before the rest of the military shows up.”
Kitty smiled happily. “Good idea.”
*End Part 17*
“Next: There’s five chapters left and next chapter marks the beginning of a new threat. Or is it an old one. The Invid return, but not in the way you’d expect.”
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