The closet libertine and his media whore

The closet libertine

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Mikhail leaped awake and threw one hand out to turn on his bedside lamp before he even regained consciousness. He had deliberately chosen the loudest and most obnoxious tone on his phone in order to wake him from his booze and drug fuelled stupor when rich clients called at stupid o'clock in the morning. He would stay up until maybe 2am but if they rang later than that, they could expect him to be abrupt. He grabbed the receiver and pulled together his English. It always came harder to him at this time of night and his Russian accent was always more pronounced.

"Hello there Sir... long time we don't speak, yes?" Mikhail was suddenly sat bolt upright. This was by far his most lucrative client. Rich bastard better not have been using one of his competitors these last few months. "No Sir, I'm sorry, Candy doesn't work with us any more... Lydia, I am afraid, is not available this evening... I do have a new girl though, very fresh Sir." He added, his obsequious tone made comical by his deep Russian accent. "She is petite, young looking, red hair, light skin, green eyes, pert little tits... At this hour, I have nobody else available Sir. Certainly... how many hours will you want her for? Anything else I can supply? Very good Sir. She'll be with you within the hour."

Mikhail crossed the room to a desk, processed the card payment and hung up on his client. He raked a hand through his dark hair and returned to the bed, flinging the covers back to reveal the girl he had just described. She was curled in a foetal ball and his cum was spattered across her asscheeks. The cold air woke her and he pulled her from the bed by her curly red hair before shoving her in the direction of his ensuite.

"Showtime bitch. Get in the shower."

Within 30 minutes, they were driving through deserted streets to some exclusive pad in Beverly Hills. Mikhail was wired now, having done a dab of speed to mitigate the effect of the vodka he'd consumed earlier in the evening.

"I can't believe this is going to be your first job. This guy is an extremely good client. Very very rich... and famous. You will know him when you see him. You better do a good job bitch, you lose me this guy..."

He let the threat hang in the air but it was lost on Katya, who spoke very little English. When she was 19, she had responded for an ad looking for au pairs to work in the USA. She thought she could learn English, make good money and send some home to keep her brother in school. When she had arrived at LAX though, Katya and three other girls had been driven to some remote house, where they had been stripped of their passports, paperwork and possessions. Then a guy had dragged her to a room containing little more than a bed and raped her. Her room was bolted on the outside and ten or more guys came through it a day, making the most obscene demands of her. Rebellion of any kind was severely punished.

A year or so later, Katya had no way of keeping track of time, Sergei, the guy who ran the place, had hosted one of his private parties. These events always featured booze, drugs, poker and girls. Sergei lost badly and his old friend Mikhail had joked that he could take a girl instead of cash. Katya had been walking around with a tray of drinks at the time, unable to make much conversation. Mikhail had pointed at her.

"That one." He spat, in Russian. "The juicy little redhead." Thinking he wanted a drink, Katya had approached him with the tray. Sergei considered for a moment. The girl wasn't inordinately popular and his debt was high.

"You're serious?"

"Why not?" Mikhail replied, smiling at the uncomprehending girl as he accepted a drink. His eyes swept her lingerie clad body critically. He frowned. "There is something wrong with her?" He asked, suspicious of having some witless or diseased merchandise offloaded onto him.

"Nothing, unless you count being Lithuanian. Try her."

Mikhail had grabbed Katya and pulled her into his lap. He stripped her underwear to check for blemishes and then pushed her under the card table. Katya took her cue, freed his cock and started sucking it, swiftly getting him excited. He dragged her to a bedroom, threw her down and mounted her, pinning her with his weight and probing for her cunt with his cockhead. A good hard fuck would round the night off nicely.

"Condom." Her voice was low for a girl her age, rich and melodic, even when she was scared and pleading. "Please, condom. There is here." She pointed from beneath him at a bedside drawer. Mikhail grinned evilly, bore down and forced his way into her, relishing her cries, knowing she was bone dry and it would hurt her. He bit down on her earlobe as his cock bottomed out within her, growling slowly and clearly so she would understand.

"No. Fucking. Condom. Ok? You are mine now.

Since then, Mikhail had made her his personal servant. He had taught her a little more English but nothing that didn't pertain to whoring. The other girls on his agency worked through choice. They were Americans putting themselves through college or immigrants who had chosen the sex industry. Mikhail had never touched them either. Shitting where he ate was a bad idea. But Katya was different. She was his property.

And now his property was finally going to make him some fucking money.

Katya was nervous as they pulled up to a veritable fortress. Mikhail barked at an intercom equipped with a videocamera and heavy gates swung open to admit them. Katya was dolled up in some black lingerie with a soft grey shirt dress belted over the top. She wore hold-up stockings and knee high black leather boots. She checked her lipgloss, wondering what the hell was going to happen to her now.

"Who is this?" She asked for the millionth time.

"Surprise." Mikhail grinned. "He will be there to open the front door for you." He gripped her wrist as a warning. "Be nice. Whatever he wants, ok? Do not fuck this up."

Katya tottered to the intimidating front door in her ridiculous heels, telling herself she could handle this. A rich guy had to be better than pulling a train of poor ones. The other girls wouldn't see him if he was nasty. She could handle this. She would be fine.

Sean Langley checked himself in in mirror, his green eyes studying for any imperfections to fix. His deep red collared shirt was pressed, as always, even the cuffs and links were immaculate. His lower half was covered by a pair of black pants that would make NY designers jealous, and his belt and shoes had the hint of shine expected of a man of his wealth. He ran a hand up to fix his dark brown hair, and he wished he'd had time for a hair cut. He felt his freshly shaven face for missed spots. Smooth as a baby's bottom. He was handsome, and he knew it.

He'd just spent the last few months on location in some God-forsaken remote island in the pacific to shoot his next big blockbuster, and he intended to enjoy the fruits of his labors tonight. And Mikhail always provided the sweetest little fruits. The role had called for long, flowing hair, so he'd grown his out. He needed to remember to schedule an appointment tomorrow at his favorite salon.

It wasn't like Sean ever had a problem wining, dining, and bedding as many women as his heart (and dick) desired, but sometimes he just wanted a simple fuck. No strings attached, no fuss or dinner, no charms, just lie back and spread them. Tonight was all about his desires. His costar had been fairly frigid offscreen, and he'd made no progress bedding her, so now he was aching to get his dick wet, and soon.

He flashed his best hollywood smile at his reflection and strode to the door. He'd already buzzed Mikhail in, so what was taking his entertainment so long? He opened the door and paused. Oh, here she is...

Sean took a moment to study her. Red hair, soft face, thin physique. Almost perfect. Almost.

"That fat Russion bastard knows I prefer bigger tits," he muttered, staring at her chest. He took her elbow and guided her inside.

Katya's jaw dropped. She stared at her client like an imbecile, too utterly shocked to try progressing further into his house in her heeled boots. While vaguely aware that she must look like a retard, Katya was like a rabbit in the headlights... or more to the point, the limelights.

Sean Langley?

Her client was Sean Fucking Langley!

Her eyes raked over the face that had broken a million hearts and would likely pulverise a million more. His hair was longer and his tan quite deep but there was absolutely no mistaking the Hollywood actor. His clothes were immaculate, in contrast to his tousled hair and fatigued appearance. With a monumental force of will, Katya endeavoured to pull together her wits and her English. She realised he was frowning a little. Obviously he didn't pay good money to be gawked at by prostitutes.

"Hello... Mr Langley." She faltered, shock making her accent so thick it was nigh on incomprehensible. "I am sorry, Mikhail did not tell me who I see tonight. I am Katya."

Other girls worked under an assumed name but as Katya had no double life to protect, Mikhail hadn't bothered. He even showed her face on her website pictures, something none of the other girls did.

Katya smiled nervously, hoping desperately that he wouldn't change his mind, turn her out and demand a refund. Mikhail would rip her several new orifices.

"Thank you for book me." She attempted, stepping closer to him. "We have some fun, yes?"

Herr eyes were pleading with him now. Surely he could handle banging a girl who lacked conversational skills? His eyes swept over her critically, lingering on the modest swell of her breasts. Katya flushed as she realised what must be bothering him.

Sean was getting impatient. Now she was going to stare at him, rather than coming inside?

"Yeah, yeah. Katya, is it? Listen, Katya. I get that you don't speak English very well, I really do. Why don't you come inside, and we can work on that language barrier. Yes, yes, we have lots fun tonight. Come on."

He pulled her inside by her elbow, stealing a quick glare at Mikhail's car lurching away down his long drive. Damn him. How the fuck am I supposed to enjoy a girl who probably won't understand what exactly I want? "Very fresh" indeed. Probably right off the goddamn boat from whatever the fuck country she's from.

He closed the door silently and sighed, still facing it. He took a moment to collect himself, before he turned and found himself staring at the girl's backside, which was quite nice, actually. She really did have a good figure, he was just more accustomed to D cups or bigger. He decided he would make the best of this. She was still looking around when he approached behind her, placing a soft hand at the small of her back.

"Hi there," he murmured into her ear. "Why don't we head upstairs for some of that 'fun'? Relax, I'm gonna take care of you, tonight. After that we can take a nice bath, enjoy the day. I have paid for plenty of time, my dear, well into tomorrow." He was leading her over to the black marble staircase and upstairs gently as her spoke, his hands roving her body in as non-threatening a manner as he could.

From the top of the stairs, it was only a left and another 50 feet to his bedroom, if a bedroom was what it could be called. It was more like a decorated ballroom with a bed, dressers, and jacuzzi in it. As they started making their way towards it, he was slowly relieving her of her belt and grey dress. He kissed down her bare neck and shoulder while his hands cupped her pert breasts. He was planning on getting her started the way he best knew how, with her on her knees swallowing his dick.

Katya could see he was impatient so she wasted no time in walking upstairs and allowing him to steer her into his bedroom. His hands roamed over her body as he walked behind her but she didn't mind. His touch was gentle despite his obvious urgency. Katya resisted the impulse to stare in shock around his lavishly decadent 'bedroom.' Everything in this mansion from the ground upwards was going to be just as stupendous. This was Sean Langley's home. This was normal for him. Katya told herself to get a grip and try to act like a high class girl who fucked film stars in jacuzzis every day of the damn week.

She pressed back against him as he kissed her neck and her shirt dress fell to the floor. It occurred to Katya that he would probably want to kiss her on the mouth, something she had never allowed her previous clients to and loathed when Mikhail stuck his tongue in her mouth. She would actually enjoy kissing Sean.

Katya put the purse containing her cosmetics and condoms down on a dresser and wondered if she should remove her underwear. Some men preferred to remove it themselves. She turned around and because he was so close behind her, she found herself in his arms. Katya tipped her head back and regarded him, letting her hands run lightly over his chest. She wanted him to kiss her but wouldn't ask in case he said 'no.' She decided to let him take the lead, because she didn't know how other escort girls behaved or what the protocol was. Mikhail had told her some very basic ground rules but he'd given her no real clue what a client would expect.

She was pressed against him, and his body was certainly responding. He had been on location for several months, so it was understandable. But there was something else, she ignited something in him. He didn't know whether it was her lack of English that made her seem more delicate, fragile, or her circumstances. He could see a sadness in her eyes, something that told him she wanted something different than a whore's life. It was tough to shake.

Her eyes were saying something else as well, right now. They wanted him to kiss her. So, he leaned down and did just that. His lips were urgent but not invading, as he was checking his actions for the moment. There was a time and place for rough play, and he sensed that now was neither. One hand cradled the back of her neck, tucked under her hair, the other slipped a bra strap down off her shoulder. Within a few moments of their kiss, he had the clasp undone and it was ready to come off entirely. He cupped one breast firmly, running his thumb over a nipple. I can work with that...

He broke the kiss and ran his mouth down her body, between her breasts, down her stomach, past her navel. His lips reached the edge of her black panties, and he looped his thumbs into the sides, pulling them slowly down. Upon coming back up, he guided her hands to his own shirt. once that was out of the way, he brought her hands to his belt and firmly pushed her to her knees.

As his belt came undone, he watched her face. Lets see how good she is. His hand pulled her head closer.

He kissed her and it was a revelation. He tasted good and instead of roughly invading her like other guys tried to, his lips were soft and teasing against hers, coaxing her into this new intimacy with him while his hands stroked her back and removed her bra. Katya found herself uttering a soft, low moan into his mouth as a sweet lassitude crept into her limbs. Usually she was tense and defensive but this time she didn't need to be.

He moved down her body, kissing his way to her panties. Katya was astonished to find herself getting wet for him. Her body had learned the hard way to moisten in self defence to the slightest sexual stimulation because most of the time clients just wanted blowing and fucking. They had no interest in her arousal at all. This time though, he had barely touched her and her juices were already beginning to flow freely. He pulled down her panties and she kicked them off. His shirt went next and then Sean pushed her gently and insistently to her knees.

Katya unfastened his belt and trousers before pulling them and his shorts to his ankles. She took his hardening cock in her hand and went to work on it. Normally she was on autopilot trying to make the guy cum as fast as humanly possible but this time she knew she shouldn't rush and for once, she didn't want to.

Katya massaged his balls gently and angled her head so she could lick his shaft from base to tip. She repeated this all the way around until she had coated Sean's cock in saliva. Her tongue flickered as it moved over his cockhead and she gave the head occasional sucks to keep him interested and stimulated. Katya looked up at him, licked her lips and then slipped him into her wet mouth, sucking firmly but moving in long, slow strokes. She moaned softly, not because she was aroused by sucking him exactly but because she thought it would be expected of her.

Sean sighed. She was quite good, but it wasn't quite doing it for him. He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the back of her head and shove all seven inches down her tight throat. He longed to feel her gag and protest under his weight, and the mental image made him throb with renewed vigor. He brought his hand up and flexed his fingers anxiously. Breaking one of Mikhails girls would be a bad thing, and Mikhail would probably be one to take it to the cops. The slippery Russian had a knack for pointing cops at enemies while remaining above suspicion.

He settled for placing a hand gently on her ear. He stroked idly as she worked, with other images keeping him harder than he'd ever been before. It was so difficult not to act them out.

As much as his imagination was helping, he needed something more than just her skilled mouth and hands. He pulled her back up and kissed her firmly. Laying her back on the bed gently was a bit of a challenge, since he was throwing her down and mounting her like a wild man in his mind. His fingers found her wetness and began to play to the best of his knowledge. He could tell his care was working, though thoughts of shoving an entire fist in that tight hole fueled his passion. His lips locked on her neck as his wet fingers left her sex and fondled her chest.

His cock was poised to enter her, and when he finally did, it was a little faster than he'd planned. He was just too excited to slow that part down. He did manage control eventually, and he spent the next few minutes willing himself to move slowly, fighting the need to pound her raw.

God, I want to break her, he thought as he picked up his rhythm and intensity.

His sigh encouraged Katya that she was pleasing him and she smiled at Sean as he drew her to her feet. She could see that he was ready and moved with him to the bed. His circled her clit with a gentle but firm pressure that got her even wetter and then without warning, he shifted and pushed into her.

Katya tensed beneath him. She wanted to tell him to wear a condom but she knew this was Mikhail's best client and couldn't risk pissing him off. He moved slowly above her as she agonised over what to do. After a couple of minutes she scooted up the bed as he pulled out, breaking their connection. Katya slipped to the floor and tottered to her purse. She returned with a strip of three condoms and avoided Sean's incredulous stare as she ripped a packet open and rolled one onto him.

"I am sorry. You must wear this." She insisted quietly, her tone deferential but firm.

She smiled apologetically and then moved back onto the bed where he had put her. Katya guided him back into her body, desperately hoping that he wasn't going to go mental. No high class girl in her right mind had unprotected sex.

Sean was confused for a moment as she scooted up and out from under him. What the fuck?...ah, shit. He watched as she unrolled the produced latex over his member. His smile was reassuring, but he was gritting his teeth. All these stuck up bitches think they're too good for a bare ride. He paid good money to fuck, not wiggle his dick around in latex for a while.

She was guiding him back into her by now, and he flashed another award-winning smile. He was a famous actor, he could pretend to be happy with the situation. He gave her a hard thrust, though, partially to teach her a lesson, but also to continue the pace he'd tried to achieve before her untimely interruption.

His rythm was going strong now, and as his fingers found her puffy nipples, he debated pulling so hard she'd think they were being ripped off. He settled for light pinching for now, but found himself visually wondering what peircings would look like. He secretly adored nipple peircings, but that wasn't the case with this girl, obviously.

Sean Langley was grinding into her with earnest, now. He could feel himself getting close, his mind doing most of the work by now. With a grunt and a final push, he was emptying the contents of his balls into the pinched latex.

Katya was intensely relieved that Sean didn't seem bothered by the interruption. She took his hard thrusts with good grace and rocked her own pelvis in time to them to add to the stimulation. She was nowhere near orgasm herself but this was not about her. It was never about her.

His movements became more urgent and Sean's grip on her nipple made her want to wince. He was pinching her but it could be a lot worse so Katya concentrated on making him cum, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts and keeping her smile nailed on when he hit her cervix painfully hard.

Soon he was tensing and spurting inside her, a moment that always set Katya on edge in case the condom had torn. She waited a polite few moments until he was still and then reached down between them. She didn't trust guys to grip the base of the condom when withdrawing and not cause leakage or leave in inside her if they deflated too fast. Katya eased him out of her and then relaxed a little.

Sean composed himself rather quickly. The girl was guiding him out, seemingly very concerned with keeping the contents of the condom contained. He gave her another smile. His biggest problem right now was quite simple; he was still rock-hard and ready for more. It had been several months, after all, and he was making up for lost time. He carefully removed the spent rubber and tossed it in the garbage next to the dresser. While he was up, he grabbed another wrapped condom and ripped it open.

By the time he was back to the bed, he had the latex unrolled over his dick, and was smearing a generous amount of lube over it. Breaking one of Mikhail's girls was still risky, after all, and what he planned next required care.

Still spreading the lube, he leaned down and kissed her, then he whispered in her ear, "Roll over." He patted her hip to emphasize.

Pressing into her tight ass took some doing. He was fairly certain he'd used a little too much lube, as the tip kept slipping upwards. Finally it seated inside her, and he slowly pushed forward. He watched as inch after inch slowly disappeared into her waiting ass.

As he worked it in, he brought a hand around under her and fingered at her clit, rubbing little circles around it. With a condom impeding sensation, he'd need the help of her active muscles to get off. An image flashed of him pounding mercilessly into her ass, dry with no condom in the way. That helped...

Soon he hit the hilt, and he settled into a slow, steady rhythm.

"Roll over"

Katya obeyed him, arching her back and lifting her ass high in the air the way men liked it, thankful only that he wouldn't be able to see her face. She hated anal. It always burned like hell and the men who did it to her were rough and abusive. They treated her like shit because they believed that was all she was and she colluded in that because it was the fastest way to get them off and out of her ass.

She was relieved that Sean was using lube at least and he spread plenty of it onto his cock and around her tiny pucker. She closed her eyes and braced herself as he tried to penetrate her, his cockhead slipping around in the lube slick. Finally he began to make headway and she pressed back gently against him, knowing that if he took forever it'd be almost as painful as if he just slammed it in. Katya disguised her discomfort with a low moan and swallowed hard as Sean determinedly pushed his length into her. Although he was a little smaller than some of her clients Katya had a vacuum packed ass at the best of times. Finally, his balls rested on her empty pussy. She closed her eyes and grimaced into the bedsheets, waiting for the pain of his withdrawal and first hard thrust.

Sean stayed still inside her though and his fingers snaked down to her clit. Katya was slick with juice and lube and he started stimulating her gently but firmly enough to fire her up. Katya felt her pussy getting wet again and found herself pushing back against Sean, something she had never done during anal. Her holes flexed, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that felt... different.

When he did start fucking her, it was with slow strokes and in place of the agony she usually suffered, Katya could feel him moving back and forth over some sweet spot inside her. Her ass flexed on him and to her surprise, she felt the tension of spiralling arousal back there, abetted by her rippling empty pussy and sensitised clit. Katya moaned with pure enjoyment, her hips circling to maximise the stimulation his fingers were giving her. To her astonishment, she found that she ached for Sean to go a bit faster and harder but she wasn't foolish enough to ask for that and risk being pounded back into a world of pain.

"Oh... that is so good." She groaned, with absolute sincerity for the first time in her sordid career, her neck arching and her hips resisting the urge to buck backwards and take what she wanted from him.

Sean smiled genuinely for the first time this evening. It seemed she was really enjoying this, and something strange crossed his mind. What if... What if he bought her from Mikhail? She couldn't possibly be enjoying her life with him, being no better than a whore. And if he knew Mikhail, she wasn't even seeing any money from her work. If she belonged to Sean... He could use her as he saw fit, not worry about breaking her, no consequences, no scandal.

As his mind schemed, his hips picked up the pace a bit, and his fingers applied a bit more pressure to her clit. He wasn't sure yet exactly how he would pull it off. Where was she from, exactly? How long was she here? Did she have family, friends, anyone who knew she was here? It wasn't as simple as just kidnapping her and never letting her go. He had to successfully keep her out of the limelight, away from prying eyes and loose lips. She had to want to stay, need him to protect her, to use her as he pleased.

He'd lie to the Russian. Tell him she had gotten to his heart, he was going to send her home. Mikhail would want a hefty fee, but he wouldn't care once he got the money. And then this girl would be Sean's, with promises of freedom, money, and happiness. Promises that would never come to pass.

His pace was much faster now, and his fingers were rubbing her pussy furiously. He lost control right then, took one last firm thrust, and stopped as his muscles tensed and balls tightened. He came hard once again with a loud groan, and slipped out of her ass when he collapsed on the bed.

Sean Langley had a plan, and now he was determined to see it through. He pulled her close to his chest and stroked her hair.

"So... Katya, was it? What's a nice girl like you doing this kind of work for? Where are you from, how did you get here?"

Katya groaned with pleasure as Sean picked up the pace. Her clit was throbbing against his fingers and she was so close to orgasm now. Her body started curling and tensing, heralding climax. Sean got there first however, slamming deep into her and gripping her hips. Katya bit down on her lip to suppress a cry of frustration, her clit ached with need and her pussy was saturated. Sean was done though and he pulled out of her to collapse on the bed. Katya allowed him to draw her close.

"So... Katya, was it? What's a nice girl like you doing this kind of work for? Where are you from, how did you get here?"

His English was way too fast for her, all she comprehended was 'where are you from?' She was suddenly relieved that her English was poor. There was no way she could tell him she was a slave, that'd do wonders for Mikhail's business. She didn't want to even think about what Mikhail would do to her if she told Sean about her life.

"I am Lithuanian." She replied simply. "I am sorry, I have only little English."

She curled her body against Sean's and wondered fleetingly how it would feel to have this man and this life, to wake up in this bed every day, a free woman. Sean was linked to lots of different women but Katya knew that whoever ended up a permanent fixture in this bed would never comprehend just how lucky she was.

Sean sighed. Obviously, between the language barrier and what he guessed was shame about her lifestyle, it wasn't going to be easy getting answers. But it was answers he needed to make his desires a reality. If he was going to follow through on his plan, he wanted to know every possible roadblock along the way. It was too delicate to risk unforeseen complications.

After a few minutes of silence, he sat up and swung his legs off the bed with a tired groan. It had been a long day, but his work was far from over. The sun would be coming up soon, and he had a potential slave to charm and interrogate. He got up and motioned her to follow. Once he had guided her across the room, he turned a knob on the hot tub in front of them. The jets roared to life obediently, and he moved a small table within reach of it before stepping in.

He invited her to join him in the luxurious water, while he reached for the objects on the table; a bottle of chilled wine, from his private collection, and a pair of ornate glasses. He poured both evenly, and handed one to her. After setting the bottle down, he drew her close, their naked flesh grazing under the foam.

Sean langley spent the next hour or so sipping wine, refilling glasses, and talking slowly, trying to maintain patience. Every bit of info was helpful in some way, he just hoped he could get it all.

Mikhail was a businessman. He was your friend when the money was right. He would even go out of his way to help. But if you crossed or cheated him, your life was over. He held power over rich and poor alike, and dealt with everything in between. He was remarkably adept at keeping his nose clean, though, and that's what worried Sam most.

He had to play his cards right, to come out of this with his career and reputation intact.

Katya sipped her wine and gazed around the luxurious room. She really didn't want to have to leave here and return to Mikhail's shitty apartment and equally shitty temper. The wine was potent and as she was rarely offered alcohol, it had gone straight to her head. Sean had been quietly quizzing her for what felt like forever now and it was getting harder to put together answers for him. She didn't have good enough English to risk lying and it was obvious what he was getting at anyway. His concern about her was something Katya hadn't experienced in longer than she could remember and she suddenly wanted to confide in him. She sighed heavily and looked down, avoiding his assessing gaze.

"I came to USA for work as au pair... it was false job... men take me to house... take my passport... I work there, I don't know, one year, two year... never leave. Mikhail buys me, take me home, make me work for him."

It was the longest speech she had ever attempted in English and Katya looked back up at him, her eyes full of tears, wondering if he had understood her.

"If Mikhail know I tell you this..." Her fear spoke for itself.

"My family think I dead. I just want go home."

Sean smiled softly and leaned just a bit to kiss her forehead. It was too good to be true. The only person who even knew she was alive was Mikhail, and he could be paid to give her away. Sean was convinced his desires were about to become a reality.

"I will help you, Katya," he said slowly, hoping she would understand. He placed his glass down and slipped out of the tub, water dripping off his form as he crossed the cold floor back towards his bed. He picked up his cell phoned from the night stand and dialed as he made his way to the tub again. Instead of getting back in, he stood next to her and stroked her hair softly.

The phone was to his ear as he waited for Mikhail to answer. Finally, on the fourth ring, a thick accent greeted him.

"Hey, Mikhail... Yes, she's wonderful... Yes yes, nice and tight. Uh-huh. Yeah, listen... I want to buy her freedom. Yes, I'm serious. I'm giving her a job... I need a PA, and she'll do well... Yes, I know, I have time to teach her English. Name your price. Are you fucking kidding? Who the fuck are you trying to swindle with that?... Half! I don't care. Its more than she's worth!... Okay. Yeah. No, no. I'll send cash. Yup, have it wired tomorrow. Mail me her papers. Yes, all of them. I can't have her here illegally."

He hung up the phone with a smile and looked at Katya. "Our deluded Russian friend has agreed to let me send you home. You will go home soon, I just need some help in return."

He kissed her forehead again and invited her to the bed. "Come, let's get some sleep."

Katya was shocked by his sudden decision to help her. She knew he was a rich movie star and that whatever she might be worth was peanuts to him but she also knew he had no reason to care whether she lived or died and every reason to avoid the kind of scandal that being linked with a vice girl would cause.

She watched with utter incredulity as he called Mikhail, trying desperately to follow their conversation. She understood the word 'freedom' and there was some mention of teaching her English. Then they haggled over money and Sean said he would send cash, signifying that an agreement had been reached. Her eyes were wide with grateful astonishment as he hung up.

"Our deluded Russian friend has agreed to let me send you home. You will go home soon, I just need some help in return."

Home.

There was no mistaking the word, Katya had been obsessed with it for too long. He was going to get her home to Lithuania. The rest of the sentence eluded her but Katya considered it an irrelevance anyway. Home. She was going to go home. She wanted to cry with happiness but the shock was too raw and absolute. She couldn't process this. After two years of living hell, this achingly beautiful man had waved a magic wand and secured her freedom just because he could, because he was a decent guy and her price was nothing to him.

After two years of hell though, Katya couldn't quite bring herself to believe that this was actually happening, that there was no catch. Sean cut into her thoughts.

"Come, let's get some sleep."

She went with him to the bed, trying to figure out how to express her gratitude. She curled her body tight around him and hugged him as though she wanted to snap him in two. Now her eyes shone with tears. Now she was beginning to believe he was actually going to rescue her.

"Sean... this is so kind, so good. I am so happy and... thank you. I very very thank you for this."

He didn't seem to think it was a big deal and he also seemed exhausted. There was no way Katya was going to be able to sleep though, she was too excited thinking about her family and how they would cry with happiness when they saw her.

Sean awoke slowly, shaking the cobwebs from his brain and processing the naked woman who's limbs were wrapped around him. He glanced at his clock. 2:13 pm. He unwrapped himself from the sleeping girl and slipped out of bed. He really had to pee.

On his way back from the bathroom, he touched a panel on the wall, and the shades lifted from the windows, which made up a majority of the outside wall in his room. It was getting bright, the midday sun finally aloud in. He stretched, still naked, and gazed at the stirring shape on his bed. His new slave. She just didn't know it yet.

He had a lot of work to do. One of the first orders of business was teaching her English. Or at least enough to fulfill duties as a PA. He'd have to get her new clothes, but not yet. He leaned down and scooped up her old ones and carried them out of the room.

As he walked towards the trash disposal, he started his planning. He wouldn't get her any clothes yet, she'd be naked and stuck in his home. His own closet actually had a keypad combination lock, so that wasn't an option yet. He would use simple methods to teach her English, and use real punishments to motivate her. Meanwhile, he'd get all the pussy he wanted. It was perfect. He had several months to get her ready for the spotlight.

He dumped the clothes, underwear and all, into the disposal, and made his way back to his room. He was going to enjoy his work immensly. When he got there, he smiled and said, "Good morning, my dear."

He hopped back on the bed in a chipper manner and pointed to his cock and her mouth.

Katya stirred slowly as the light assailed her senses, burrowing into the pillows to avoid it. Fucking Mikhail. She didn't want to get up yet, didn't want to be fucked by the bastard Russian. The pillow was covered in a luxurious fabric though and it wasn't black or red, which meant she wasn't in Mikhail's bed. Slowly, the events of last night filtered through to her consciousness. She was with Sean Langley, the film star and he was going to send her home. Katya cracked an eye open and watched him move about the room. Was he still happy about the decision he'd made or would he blame it on the wine and not send Mikhail his money? Sean approached the bed, making his desire plain. Katya was a little irritated. She would have liked to freshen up and maybe sip a drink and his cock was going to be stale tasting. She wasn't in a position to debate the issue though so she knelt and complied willingly enough, sucking him gently, almost lazily.

Sean frowned slightly as she began sucking him off. There just didn't seem to be much disire there at all, seemed like she was just going through the motions with his member. He gave it a few more minutes to see if her demeanor and enthusiasm changed. They didn't, she was still just lazily going through the motions.

His anger started to rise. This ungratefule little whore had just been informed that she was safe and would be going home, and this is what he'd earned as thanks? She did so much better last night, and Sean found himself wondering if it was the fear of consequences that had driven her. She must think herself free of any consequences, now. She was dead wrong.

"I offer to save you from a whore's life and send you home, and this half-assed blowjob is the thanks I get. Do you have any idea how much money I just spent on you?" Sean was furious now, and barely cared that she probably didn't understand him. "If you don't do what I want, when I want it, I will send you right back to Mikhail, understand?"

With those words out, he slid his hand into her hair and on the back of her head and decided to 'help' her along.

His hips rose up to meet her face, which was help captive by his hand. He couldn't seem to get it down her throat, so he settled for a firm, slow rythm in her mouth. He'd have to work on that throat later.

Katya might have been to sleepy too even try following Sean's words but she was more than intuitive enough to discern that he was pissed off. His voice was hard and cold, a total contrast from the wannabe knight in shining armour last night. Now he had bought her and with a depressing inevitability, that power was corrupting him. If she had still been on the clock for Mikhail he would have had to treat her with a modicum of respect but Sean had figured out that those rules didn't apply any more. His fist twisted in her hair and he began bucking up into her mouth, angling for her throat but not exerting enough force to make her do more than retch on it.

Katya, now 100% awake and alert, told herself not to panic too much. Sean had woken up and regretted parting with so much money. He was hung over probably and felt she owed him a debt of gratitude, which she did. Katya simply knelt there and let him use her. She didn't fight and he didn't seem to require her to do more than let him fuck her mouth. The faster he blew his load, the sooner she could start trying to figure out what was going to happen next, when she was finally going to board a plane for Lithuania.

At least she had the good sense to allow him to fuck her mouth. After what he'd paid for her, he deserved so much more than that, but he was patient. There was plenty of time to use all of her holes as much as he wanted. The only pressing issue he had now was whether he wanted to cum on her pretty face or down her throat. He'd have to figure that out soon.

Sean quickened the pace slightly, and some of his thrusts were causing his cockhead to hit her throat, but he never broke past it. It was a shame, but he was mostly just trying to get his rocks off right now. Drool was running down his balls and pooling on the sheets below, and still he kept using her.

He moved one hand from her head and his fingers found a nipple. He started to knead and rub it. One thing was sure, she had great nipples. Between those and the rubbing of her used tongue, he could feel his need building.

He pushed down on the back of her head and up with his hips for one last time. His cock head was pressed against the back of her throat when his seed launched from it, spurt after spurt emptied for her to enjoy. A few moments after his release had finished, he released her and relaxed on the bed. He always felt better after a nice, hard orgasm.

There was a lot of work to do today, though.

Katya focused solely on snatching breaths when Sean gave her the opportunity. It felt like he had been using her forever already, her throat was raw, her lips bruised and her body O2 deprived. She did nothing to try mitigating the pain or the asphyxia of his assault, knowing the only thing that would bring her respite was his release. Eventually, Sean came, slamming her down onto him, bucking up into her mouth and spewing into her throat as he grunted with satisfaction.

When he was done, he let her go. Katya collapsed onto the bed, gasping and retching, trying to swallow cum and breathe at the same time. He stretched out beside her with a sated sigh, indifferent to her tears and distress. That jarred with her, he had been so attentive and gentle last night. Now he had taken her away from her life as a whore, he seemed to think it was ok to treat her like one. Se couldn't understand what had changed in him. A little voice in her head was telling her that she had been deceived but Katya didn't want to hear it. She wanted Sean to be her rescuer, the Hollywood posterboy, the action hero.

Katya rose and went to his ensuite. She drank some water to ease her headache and swilled some mouthwath to mitigate the bitter taste of Sean's cum. She flipped on the shower and waited for the water to run warm. A good wash would clear her head and make her feel better about things.