Angel of Sin

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She didn't need to be told twice, she moved quickly. Her hand caressed his cock, lifting it to her mouth as she lapped at it like a sucker. From sack to tip she lapped it clean, keeping her mouth open so they could see the cum accumiliating within. She swallowed, smacked her lips with a wicked smile and then deep throated his cock.

Noisily she slurped him clean, sucking him tight enough to pull the last few drops from his cock. Stroking him as she backed off, she used her free hand to scoop a puddle of cum sliding down her breast onto her finger and slid it into her mouth.

She made a show out of sucking and licking it off her finger until it was clean before she once more bent her head to lap her tongue over the head of his prick. It wasn't until Robert moved back towards the chair to keep himself up that she let him go.

Panting, she ignored the camera as it panned around her body, zooming in for the cum trails before zooming out again to capture her flushed wild eyed expression. Sitting on her knees, she tried her best to steady her breathing, regain some control over herself. All the while she simply stared at Robert. So much she wanted to say, snarl and bite and another part wanted to go again!

But she knew that was a bad idea, that was not her reasons for being here and wouldn't be a reason again. They may fuck well together, but in all else they did not mesh well... And the job.

God.. this was a bad bad idea!

She turned to Stack with a small smile, "How'd I do?" She tried to appear eager but it was hard to do with her cum still dripping from her cunt and his load drying upon her skin.

 

[poohlive]

Porn people

Stack stood up, walking over to her. He pulled out his wallet leafing through it.

"Five hundred for the work, extra 2 for that wonderful little squirting action you did..."

He paused, looking over at Robert, who was spent in the chair, his cock far from limp though. She had damn near brought it back to life. Staying power, that's what they needed around here. Stack threw another couple of hundred down at her.

"That's for his work. Tomorrow, 10:30, be here, bring your boytoy with you. I'm sure we'll have more money, and more work for you as well. Benny, take that over to the editing room, tell them to put it in Crossers 4 and that Best of Amateur's shit we're compiling. I want it done in an hour."

The camera man was off, taking the tape with him. The other guy went up to Stack, whispered something, and then left. Stack adjusted his pants, where an obvious erection was paining him.

"Good work kid," He reached down, squeezed a nipple, and walked out, "Take a shower, get dressed. We won't need the trailer for another hour or so, it's all yours until then."

He winked at her, closing the door behind him.

Robert only smiled, pulling his pack of smokes from out of his pants strewn on the floor.

"Damn, that was just as good as I remember."

He lit up, breathing the sweet fire into his lungs.

 

[flithymind]

Fix-it-Frank

Frank tried to calm the guy down.

"Slowly. He said. From the top. Where are you now and who are they?" he said into his cell-phone.

They guy on the other end was an old contact. An editor up at the skin-flick place, he was Frank's "in" to the studio. Sometimes the male stars needed a little 'chemical assistance', sometimes stars of both genders liked the effect of the little blue pill... and sometimes stars from both sides of the camera liked "a little something" to make their day go more smoothly.

Whatever it was, Frank could fix it.

Even moreso, in his line of work it paid to know who were the stars, who were the hot acts in town; who had the biggest tits (natural and otherwise); who the biggest cock; who the best staying power etc. etc.

All that information came in handy when the high-rollers hit Sin City. Some of these guys wanted the creme-de-la-creme that "Your fine country has to offer." and boy would they pay; especially if Frank could bring them the hottest girls in town, fresh from the studio set of "Busty Blonde Bitches III".

The actresses (and actors occasionally, these guys sometimes liked to watch their wives take a monster cock... or just the actors go at it "live") - they were well paid already - but the amounts these guys would throw around, you'd be a fool not to take it. And Frank to take his cut, of course.

But now this guy was going ape-shit on the end of the phone about a new act in town and Frank had never heard of her. He didn't like that. He knew everyone and if he didn't, he knew 'em soon enough.

Even as the guy was gibbering over what he'd just seen and was now editing of this: "total new-comer... never seen anything like it..." Frank was climbing into his white Mercedes and heading for the studio.

If this girl was as good as he said, Frank had to see her. He'd make her rich beyond her dreams inside six-months. And maybe she needed an agent. Frank knew all the right people. He always had.

"Louie, Louie your blathering. Just give me her name. Her name Louie." he almost shouted into the phone.

"Robyn. Robyn Swallows." the answer came back.

He'd be there in under 10 minutes; "Don't let her leave." he said, hanging up.

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

He followed the girl to the set. It was a straight porn shot. One of those 'breaking into the business' things.

He walked in to where the girl was sitting talking with the director, and turned on his 'porn persona' . . . all smiles and sex.

The girl was pretty, of course--they were all pretty--and as much excited as she was nervous.

"Do you know who this is?" the director asked her.

The girl nodded. "Dan Steele."

"Good," the director said. "Then you know you're in for a treat.

The girl bit her lip and nodded again.

"Why don't you two get comfortable."

The girl didn't moved from the couch, she just looked up at him.

Dan untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes went right to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs, and he smiled at her, lifting her to her feet. His lips were on hers and he felt her stiffen slightly, unsure.

"Relax," he whispered, low enough that only she could hear. "Just go with it, anf you might even enjoy yourself."

They kissed for a while longer.

"Suck his cock," the director said.

Thw girl dutifully dropped to her knees.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She ignored Robert, the money in her fist forgotten as she eyed his self satisfied smirk. Gathering her clothing, she stepped into the back small shower and made quick work of washing off the residue of...

She blocked it from her mind, she did nothing wrong or so she told herself. It was for work, this insane display here and lack of morals had a higher purpose than just getting off... She didn't want to think about the audience or the affect it had on her.

She wanted to rip Robert to shreds, she knew the little bastard knew ahead of time just what would go on here and chose not to tell her shit! Guilt ate at her instead, she hadn't felt that good in years, yelling at him wouldn't change that fact.

Angrily she dried herself off and redressed, all the while telling herself that this wouldn't happen again. She would not be giving her 'boyfriend' partner any more ass.. Even on the side.

"Fucking hate complications!" Screamed through her mind, she did not dare say anything aloud that might raise questions. Who knew how many cameras and sound recorders were in this trailer alone.

Folding the bills she pushed them into her small hand bag as she stepped from the bathroom. "I need some air, Hon." She flashed a smile, "I'll be by the car waiting." She should be giddy with excitement, she made it! Hell the list of shit on the paper Stack left her had appointments all over the place to be done before her ten thirty appointment tomorrow!

I am in!

She accomplished what Robert had wanted her to do, it wouldn't take long before she had an 'in' with a lot of underground people.. Miss Angel wasn't too far away, so it suddenly seemed anyway.

She turned back to him at the door, "We better hurry. This list of appointments isn't a short one." With that she stepped out into the lot and shut the door. She felt different, couldn't explain how or where she was different, but she was. Being good at her job however, made it real easy for her to brush it off as 'duty', put on a smile and stroll to Robert's beat up car.

Stopping, she looked around at the various cars in the lot, the sky and finally fished out her watch from her bag. She'd been in there for quite awhile, but not as long as it had felt. She still had time to get things done, get some food and steer herself up for tomorrow's adventure.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Lori McDonald & Trevor Manning

"Please... please Lori."

With his cock in her mouth, he was helpless, pleading, needing her, wanting her to be good, to do what she did best. God, he needed it soo bad.

Lori tried to turn her head. His groin was against her face, his thighs pushing insistently against her shoulders. She was trapped! Her mouth full of his thick cock, she was forced to take it deeper, and she tried to block the smell of his body from entering her nostrils. It didn’t help.

Holding her wrists tightly against the wall, he groaned as he hit the back of her throat. “Oh, yeah, Lori! That’s it. Take it deeper,” he moaned. “I knew you wanted me.” He was shaking with desire, excited beyond belief when she took him into her throat, and he straddled her lean form, forcing more of himself on her.

Lori felt suffocated. Only when his hands released her wrists, and she could push against his thighs, did she get a breath of air. As stagnant as it was in this filthy hole, she was grateful, and it strengthened her. She shoved him back, gasping as he vacated her mouth.

“Get off me!” she screamed.

His answer was another vicious slap to the face; one that sent her reeling and threw stars out in front of her eyes. She pulled herself upright just as another came. This one knocked her senseless.

“Fuck you, bitch!” she could hear him screaming, above her somewhere. She tasted blood, vaguely. His voice was blurry now; a string of profanities, uttered in a high-pitched, frustrated, angry voice, somewhere out in space.

She was conscious of being lifted, then laid on her back. “Don’t,” she tried to mutter, but she couldn’t even hear her own voice. The overhead light was so bright! She saw a shadow; his shadow, as he worked at her body, pulling it this way, and that.

Trevor arranged her lean form carefully. He wanted to make her look her sexiest, here on his pile of tattered and stained sheets. He knew she’d come around, and try to seduce him again! His frenzied mind played out a dozen scenarios. Drool fell from his lower lip, as he yanked her tank top off over her head. God, such nice round little titties!

Lori tried to clear her head. It buzzed, and it ached, and it only wanted to make her sleep; to escape this………..hell. She forced her eyes open, just as the flash went off. “What are you……..” she whispered, and saw the flash again. A camera!

“Oh my god, no!” her brain screamed, and immediately recoiled from the pain in her head. She slowly realized she was naked from the waist up, and her arms automatically went across her chest. They felt so heavy. Another flash!

“Yeah, that’s nice,” the voice said. “Let’s see you play innocent.”

 

[poohlive]

Trevor

The camera snapped off another picture, prying, invading. When he saw a piece of nipple stare out he shot it, snapped it, her random pieces of flesh, wiggling, squeezing, bare and open upon his bed.

"Remember why you're doing this," He said, scathing her, looking down.

"You don't want to suck me off? Fine, the price has gone up sweetheart. I want pictures of my own, good pictures. Naughty pictures. You're gonna get naked, you're gonna pose for my nice little pictures, and then... then I get to fuck your mouth until I come, do you understand?"

He reached back, to the door of the bedroom, thinking of locking it... but no, he opened it, opened it out to his living room, where she would see his front door.

"If not, get the fuck out. Take your tattered shit from the front lawn, and don't ever come back here, you fucking cunt, don't want to play nice? Fine... I'm not playing nice anymore."

He snapped another picture, seeing she had lowered her arms just a moment in his confusion. He walked up to her, slapped her once more, bringing her around.

"Come on Lori... you wanna be a good girl for me? I know you know how to be a good girl."

 

[landiek]

"Hello, this is Malcolm, it's your dime." He listened to the person on the other end while sipping on is coffee and smiling at Angel.

Angel returned his smile wondering what news was coming over the phone.

"Yah, ok, I can do that."

"Good News I take it." Angel remarked as Malcolm flipped the phone shut.

Deep inside she had a feeling that it was something good for her too. Something that she wanted to be told immediately so she slipped to the floor at Malcolm's feet and asked. "Please tell me.. is it something big.. like another filming?"

 

[flithymind]

The gravel of the car-lot crunched under his tyres as Frank pulled into the 'studio' lot.

It was called a 'studio' but really it was a coupla warehouses (called whorehouses on the set) and a few port-a-kabins where the edit suites and offices were. This was a long way from the Hollywood glamour some of the starlets expected. But it was versatile. Once you got inside those warehouses you could be anywhere. Take Whorehouse 2, he'd stopped by there with a delivery last week, thought he was in Egypt. Sand, heat, hell they even had a camel. And what that broad done up like Cleopatra was doing to it... well, it was unconventional to say the least. 'Cleopatra's Milk' the clapper-loader had told him with a grin as he palmed off the package for a roll of notes.

As Frank cruised to a halt a wet-dream emerged from one of the 'talent wagons'.

Frank almost stacked his car.

That had to be her. Coming out of one of the actor/actress rooms, looking like that, it had to be.

That had to be the girl his contact had been gibbering about.

She strolled out into the carpark, her gaze sliding over the horizon, the cars... "nonchallant" was the word that came to Frank's mind. This girl was oozing a lot of things - 'sex' mostly, but confidence too. The kinda confidence that came from being knock-out gorgeous, and knowing it.

She was alone, perfect. He watched her stride over to a beat-up car. This just got better and better. If that wreck on wheels was hers, or her boyfriend's, she'd be crying out for the kinda cash Frank could offer her. He might even cut himself a bigger slice - she wouldn't even notice.

His mind was already calculating deals and percentages (that Eastern European freak who arrived each summer would piss his pants for this broad) as he finally managed to stop without crashing and eased himself out of the car.

He dropped his shades, lit a Marlboro and strolled towards her - confidence knows confidence when it sees it and Frank caught her eye immediately, the flicker of a sideways grin dancing onto his face as she cooly held his gaze. She was good.

Restisting the burning urge in his eyes and from his loins to let his eyes sweep over her body; she'd be way too used to sleazes with that bod; Frank held eye-contact until he was within comfortable earshot.

"Afternoon Miss," he left a pause for her to fill in the gaps. "Culshaw. Frank Culshaw." he added, introducing himself, a smart, sharp, pale cream business-card dancing over his fingers towards her.

"I gather you gave quite a performance today." he smiled, offering her a cigarette.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Lance walked over to the Director while the girl worked Dan's manmeat in and out of her mouth. Allen added the The Red Sofa scene, and the Brass Bed scene to the script. The Director turned away from the action and picked up the script and noted the light blue pages added in. "Dan is not going to like this, three more scenes....and one on the floor on a rug. He is going to have a fit."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

A predator.. She watched the way he walked, the smile cross his face although his eyes were hidden, she'd venture to guess they were hard in their perusal... Calculating.

"No, thank you." She returned his smile, "Smoking is a nasty habit." holding out her hand she gave the name that Stack had assigned her, "Robyn." The business card slid easily to her hand, but she paid it no mind.

She couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly why this guy had heard about her so soon. Each man probably left that trailer with a serious complication in his stride.
So.. Why was he called?

"Performance would suggest I was acting..." Cryptic words but still her smile did not falter. She loved cat and mouse, especially when she had no fucking clue who this guy was. He didn't match any profiles or bit of information of Robert's she'd seen.

"Are you a director Mr. Culshaw?" He sought her out for a reason, but determining how important he is to their investigation would take more time. With that in mind, she kept her face curious and lips smiling.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Lori gives in.......

He snapped another picture, seeing she had lowered her arms just a moment in her confusion. He walked up to her, slapped her once more, bringing her around.

"Come on, Lori...you wanna be a good girl for me? I know you know how to be a good girl."

Lori looked, through haze-shrouded eyes, around the room, then at the man before her. Her mind struggled to put the pieces together. The light was so bright! So……

Suddenly, clarity dawned, and she realized where she was. NO! She looked frantically for her tank top, trying desperately to cover her nakedness. It was on the floor, out of reach. Her eyes darted left and right, and she saw the open door as he turned to put his camera down. If she could just make the door, it was a short dash to the front door, and away from this nightmare!

She rose, slowly………too slowly. Another vicious slap, and her body was once again hurled to the bed. She saw stars, and felt his hand in her hair.

“Leaving, then?” he asked, and laughed. “No, I don’t think so. Not until I come in your mouth, you FUCKING BITCH TEASE!”

His anger was mounting as his frustration grew. The combination was unfathomable and impossible to ignore, and she knew it made him very dangerous. As his fingers curled around a handful of her hair and she felt herself being pulled inexorably toward the edge of the bed and his looming erection, Lori attempted to talk him out of this.

“Mr. Manning, please,” she croaked, her voice choking back its fear. “I just want to leave. I’m sorry.” As the greasy head of his cock touched her lips, he laughed again. It was high-pitched; crazy laughter.

“Right!” he screamed. Then, in a lower tone, he ordered her to suck, as he pushed himself between her lips. His odor was foul.

Lori’s mind searched for choices, but there were none. This man was crazy. Was it worth getting killed, for a handful of pictures? Swallowing once, she opened her mouth, and felt him lean into her.

His hand gripped her hair tightly. His physical abuse hurt, but not as much as the blow to her pride, as she gave in to him. Groaning, he pulled her face forward, onto him; stretching her lips with the thickness of his cock.

“See? I knew you could be a good girl,” he growled, as he began to move. Her hand against his thigh to keep her balance, Lori formed her lips around him and began to suck. She told herself it was just like being at work; her tongue and her lips were accustomed to the feel, and the taste. This was different, though. Unimaginably worse.

The whole act took less than two minutes, but it seemed a lifetime to Lori. Suddenly, his body tightened and she felt his scrotum flex, and her mouth was assaulted with the first rancid gob of his semen. She held it in; not swallowing, and two more pitiful spurts joined it. Then, mercifully, he was done with her.

He dropped her to the bed as she spit his foul seed onto the sheets, coughing and gagging. Mistaking her intent, he laughed. “What’s the matter, baby? Ol’ Trevor’s too much for you?” He leaned over and sneered. “How’s it feel to have a real man cum in your mouth, huh?” Turning, he walked to the bedroom door, his digital camera in his hand. He paused to look over his shoulder at her, and, on impulse, snapped one more shot.

“Now, get your shit, and go!”

 

[poohlive]

Robert

Robert had finally gotten dressed. He hadn't bothered with a shower or anything. His aroma, while original and pretty distinct, wouldn't be tainted by the smell of cum or sex wafting from him. If anything it gave him a nice spice.

He was smiling, walking back to his car, watching as Robyn was now stopped by someone.

"You guys sure as fast," He said, taking out a cigarette, and lighting it.

"Want to know something, she's fast too. You got an offer, I suggest you be up front about it? She only thinks in terms of money..."

Robert's eyes flickered as he blew out a lungful of smoke.

"...and sex."

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele.

He was driving into her now, hard and fast. She was tight as a drum . . . but after a few months in this business that wouldn't last.

her screams filled the room as she took him as deep as she could. One small hand pressed against his stomach to stop him from completely filling her, but it was unecessary. This video wasn't about pain.

He drove into her faster, still . . . one hand reaching down to tug at her nipple. Her legs were straight up in the air over his shoulders, and her eyes were wide.

Good girl . . .

He knew his time was coming, so to speak. They'd want the money shot soon.

He fucked her faster, and she screamed louder.

"I'm going to cum," he growled.

"Yes," was all she could gasp.

Then with one final thrust, he pulled out and aimed his cock at her tits, stroking it quickly. The first jet shot out and blasted her right nipple. The second landed between her tits.

He continued stroking himself until he had emptied his balls all over her. She was covered, and the cameraman moved in for a closeup.

He waited for the closing dialog, and the director to say, "cut."

Then he stood up and held out his hand. One of the assistants ran over with his robe.

"Nice work," he said to the cum covered girl, as he pulled his robe on.

He walked over to the director. "We good, here?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Lance rolls his eyes and points to the red sofa, nods his head to the director. The Director looks at Dan. "Dan you just did great work, take a break, get some Orange Juice in you then I'll show you some small addition to the script that did not get to your dressing room."

 

[flithymind]

'Fix it Frank'

"No, thank you." she said refusing the cigarrette, "Smoking is a nasty habit." she said, taking his proferred card without even a glance.

"Quite right." I nodded, "But it's not my worst habit." I grinned.

"Robyn." she said and I smiled at getting her first name, without even the pretence "call me Robyn". She was icy cool this one, I liked her already. Wanted to fuck her already too, but then I guessed she was used to having that effect on guys - a peril of looking that way.

"Performance would suggest I was acting..." she said, her smile remaining fixed - and I felt my balls tighten, as if attached to chords hooked in the corners of her smile. My own grin remain implacable too - too much practice to let anything else show.

"Are you a director Mr. Culshaw?" she said, getting to the point.

I was just fixing my reply when the janitor came striding towards us, all purposeful like. I could smell him coming before I saw him, but Robyn's eyes flickered towards him for just a nanosecond, and I turned to watch him strut over - all self-important. Jobsworth - probably wanted a tip to 'watch my car', my hand reflexively rolled a $20 into my palm as I prepared to give him the 'shake-off': the monied shake, to fuck off.

"You guys sure are fast," he said, taking out a cigarette from the box I was still half proferring to Robyn, and lighting it, I smiled at his impetuousness, eyes narrowing behind my sunglasses.

"Want to know something, she's fast too. You got an offer, I suggest you be up front about it? She only thinks in terms of money..." he said, blowing out smoke like a high-school kid on his first drag. ""...and sex." he added.

My mind made links, calculations quickly. Yes he'd looked at the stunning woman next to me, which straight man wouldn't? But he'd barely noticed her and she hadn't even flickered when he walked up - they clearly knew each oth...

The boyfriend.

My studio contact had said they'd pulled the 'fuck your boyfriend' trick as her audition. This had to be him. And that had to be his car. They certainly matched. The car had seen better days too.

Frank's smile was back on full-beam in no time. This ball of human-charm was clearly just out for as much money as he could and with his obvious lack of talents, his girlfriend was his meal ticket. What she saw in him only she would know - guy must be hung like a hoover as he clearly wasn't rich.

Barely missing a beat outwardly as I made the links in my mind, I turned my smile from him back to Robyn, adding a tolerant flicker of my eyebrows.

"You sir, have me at a disadvantage - I don't believe we've met. I'm Frank Culshaw. I was just introducing myself to your lovely 'friend', Robyn here. I'm guessing you didn't attend her fine finishing school." he quipped, adding, before Robert could butt in:

"You asked if I was a director? I am, of sorts. Think of me as a Director of Operations. Your cinematic debut in there," I flicked my head towards the studio, "has already made quite a stir. I wanted to ensure that you had proper 'representation' in Las Vegas. There are all too many people eager to make a quick buck out of a quick fuck - if you'll pardon my language Robyn." I smiled. "Rarely are the people making the bucks the ones doing the fucks though." I added.

"You're clearly both new in town. I would like to offer my services as an emissary. What I don't know about this wonderful Sin City and it's glorious inhabitants just isn't worth knowing." I beamed cooly. "Whatever it is you're looking for - I can find it for you.

"They call me Fix-it-Frank." I concluded, and as Robyn turned to this man, I finally allowed myself the chance to let my eyes roam over her... feeling my throat run dry as I did so.

 

[caela]

"You've been holding out on me, lover?"

Destiny laughed softly and squeezed those inner muscles again. It was something she'd been practicing and was glad to find that not only did it work but that he seemed to enjoy it.

"Holding out on you? Never...just a little something I was practicing as a surprise love," she purred into his ear. Leaning forward she braced her hands on the wall for support and stared into his eyes over her shoulder in the mirror before them. Smiling to him she rocked her hips gently, her inner walls gripping him as she sought the pleasure his body could give her.

"Enough talking," she groaned at last, her eyes dark and glazed with lust, "It's been to long Simon, fuck me, make me feel it."

The last was practically growled and she was rewarded with the darkening of lust in his own eyes and knowing that she'd get just what she'd asked for.

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

His eyes narrowed. "The deal was one scene, only."

Typical. He should have fucking known. He was going to have to fire that goddamned agent. No real reason for one in this business anyway. Not for him.

He thought about telling them to fuck off, and leaving. But he thought better of it. A few extra bucks couldn't hurt, even if the whole thing left a bad taste in his mouth.

But first . . . money. If they don't pony up, he's done.

He looked from one man to the other. "I've got shit to do. Other projects. This'll cost you. My normal rate, plus half."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The Director thought for a moment and told a script girl to get Allen. After about ten minutes Allen showed up on the set. He talked to the director for a while and agreed to Dan's demands. But their seems to be a problem. The girl was spent this was her first time and she didn't have it in her for three more scenes. Lance had heard the conversation and walked over. You mean their is no one on the lot to work with Dan Steele? Then Allen remembered the new girl was still in the parking lot-the looker-. Allen sent Lance out to the Parking lot to recruite Robyn for the Steele scenes. Lance rushes out the warehouse door and spots the battered car and the man in the sharp suit he had seen in the at the casino. What is he doing here? He wondered. As he walked up to the car Lance her the sharp suit say Fix-it-Frank. Lance had heard of him around the lot, but had never met him till now. Lance walks up to the car looks at Fix-it-Frank. "Nice Suit!" And then turns and looks a the girl in the car. " We are shooting a Dan Steele movie now and we need a girl for 3 scenes. It pays $500 a scene with bonuses for quality of work, we need you now, you want the action?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She fixed a hard stare at Robert, it was taking a lot of self control on her part not to snap at him to shut the fuck up. His only excuse was 'undercover', she was still trying to get into the right frame of mind... including how to handle what happened just a few short minutes ago.

Her gaze turned back to Frank, calculating. "Mister... Frank." She offered a friendlier smile than before, "The offer sounds.. inviting..." Was this entire city a huge fucking gamble?! She didn't trust anyone, and at this moment she barely considered Robert worth trusting enough to drive with what bullshit he'd pulled on her here today.. But if she didn't get 'known' or make 'friends' with connections, she'd have a hell of a time finding Angel. All these thoughts kept circling in her mind, as well as remembering her role as a clueless slut.

"However I do not need a pimp... An agent, a representitive.. Yeah, we might be able to come to some terms.. If you'd like to chat with my boyfriend and me later that can be easily arranged." While remaining cool and polite, she was watching him closely, wondering all the while his angle?

What does he have to gain?

Before any other words were exchanged she suddenly found herself looking at some unknown guy, rudely interrupting their conversation.

" We are shooting a Dan Steele movie now and we need a girl for 3 scenes. It pays $500 a scene with bonuses for quality of work, we need you now, you want the action?" He seemed to be hurried, but was he that lazy at his job to just grab anyone?

"Speak with Stack, I am not cleared for work yet." She turned away from him, not caring who he was in the least and presenting him with a cold shouler brush off. It might cost her later, but she at this moment, didn't give a shit either way. She was worth more than that, and whomever Dan Steel was, probably wouldn't be pleased fucking some woman who hadn't had blood work completed just yet.

"Robert? Can we go now?" Her brow cocked, her irritation showing clearly as she yanked open the dented door. Never one to forget her 'role' and the prospects, she turned around and gave Mr. Culshaw one very warm wicked smile.

"I think it might be easier for you to find me.." She took his business card and wrote the cheap motel's address and room number on the back. Handing it back, she barely cast the frazzled looking guy a glance as she slid into the car.

 

[flithymind]

Fix-it-Frank

I feigned pain when Robyn suggested I was offering to be her "pimp" - spreading my fingers against my chest, with a "me?" expression and a sly grin.

"The offer sounds.. inviting..." she said, and my grin turned into a broad smile, even if the opportunity of chatting to her boyfriend again seemed less than inviting - he'd clearly cut "charm" class at finishing school too, standing there glowering at me as Robyn and I chatted.

And then another guy strode over. I was about to get defensive, thinking it was another agent, but he was from the studio. Another pit-shark from the casinos too, fond of gambling, I recognised his face my brain instantly recalling: "Big blinds, low raises - never folds on a picture card."

Despite that he was making a play for Robyn, but for more work back in the studio. It seems Mr. Steele had nailed his latest co-star out of action - again - and they needed a stand-in. Robyn was obviously nearest. Flattering.

I was about to interject and, at least, talk up the price to show my prowess. But Robyn beat me to it. If she was a football player, she'd have straight-armed the guy and kept on running. In this parking lot, she did the equivalent, palming him off effortlessly.

I liked her more and more every second.

Then she 'asked' her boyfriend if they could leave, giving no suggestion there was any answer other than "Yes dear."

She flashed me a knee trembling smile and said:

"I think it might be easier for you to find me.." and scribbled the address of a motel on the back of my card, handing it back to me. An eyebrow flicked up as I smiled, and bowed extravgently to her as she got into the battered car, as I read the address.

The boyfriend's taste (and expense) in cars, clearly extended to motels too. After I met them there, I'd have to get my suit dry cleaned again.

Still, this broad was worth it. Heck, I'd even buy Mr. Charm a steak if it clinched the deal.

I grinned widely at the palmed off studio-hand; "First and ten." I said, heading for my Merc, knowing he'd not have the faintest idea what I meant.

 

[BLACK BART]

"What else Liz?"


Simon drained the last of his coffee as he listened to his "assistant" run through the phone calls and messages she'd dutifully recorded then finish up.

"There's a new player at the studio, a fresh face and body, the boys say her impromptu screen test was so hot Benny sent the master copy over for you to watch, we ran her picture and background and came up squeaky clean.

"Get this Sarah Powers on the phone then, tell her we've got one opening left for the day and if she wants it to get her tail over to my private studio between three and four, make sure the standard release forms are pre-dated a week or so and ready when I get there."

Simon began to make plans for his day and tried to shake the images of Destiny out of his mind.

"Then call Dan on his cell phone and tell him I'll calling in my marker and I want to see his face BEFORE three, after which talk to Malcolm and tell him to either take my offer about his NEW girl or considerate it dropped."

Simon finished signing the stack of papers and turned to the old fashioned ledger book next, his eyes scanning the double columns and smiling as he came to the final totals.

"The sales on that last private filming are triple of the one before Liz, you're doing a good job for both of us, keep it up..."

"Don't worry Simon, I won't fail you...again."

Liz had moved to the tiny player set atop the TV that was pushed off to one corner and when Simon nodded she turned both on and moved to stand beside him, her hand rubbing his shoulder and sliding down to his chest.

"Is there anything else I can do for you...Simon?"

The raw footage was poor quality, the picture jerking erratically as the man behind it moved repeatedly from side to side to capture the womans body and face as she was fucked from the front and then the back...

"Who's the scruffy looking john she's riding Liz?"

"I asked Benny the same thing, he laughed and said it was her current "beau", and the janitor at the studio...that they had used him to get her on screen since her blood work wasn't ready."

"She's good...It's obvious she's not acting, and that she's enjoying it as well...We should get her into a couple of the heavier presentations before she gets that jaded look and her face gets on all the 20 dollae covers..."

The woman was coming, and as her full breasts haeved up and down Simon closed his eyes, putting Destiny's face in place of hers...and remembering the night before...

"Is Lori still at that flea bitten hotel on third? Call and find out, tell her I've got a part in mind for her, a Four Figure Part, she'll get the drift....Get her cleaned up and keep her happy here until I get back, all right?"

"Yes Simon"

Liz pouted and crossed her arms under her new breasts, the manuever lifting them and showing she wore no bra...

"They look good Liz, a few more weeks and we'll get that ass of yours tightened up, and then we'll talk, ok?"

She was still standing there as Simon behind the wheel and pulled away, her eyes damp as he ignored her, her face bland despite the pain...

"And run a background check on that janitor, his face is familiar from somewhere, I just can't quite place it...."

 

[poohlive]

Robert

"Popular already, aren't we?"

He popped the car in gear, a barrel of black smoke as they pushed into some crappy drive thru for a few burgers. Nothing more than empty calories, but calories nontheless.

"I know..." Before she could say anything more, "I know what you think, and I know what you're going to say, and I'm sorry. I couldn't blow what little cover I have, and I definitely couldn't get you into the studio any other way than saying what you are."

He did enjoy the fact that he was skipping the entire fight by just laying it out. It seemed a bold new strategy on his part, taking on an objection instead of pushing it away. Hadn't she said that was one of his problems, just pushing things away?

He parked in the hotel, going in to sit on the bed and watch whatever was least boring on the television.

"If it means anything to you... it was good, and you're a natural. I know they'll want you to do more. You can get in places I've never been, talk to people I've only heard rumors of. We'll find this girl."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"Popular already, aren't we?"

"Thats why you called me." She should've felt drained, especially after the high strung morning she had, but she felt revved to go instead. She did seem popular on day one, but that didn't mean dick in this business. Did she really want to be popular? Wanted, yes. Popular, no. She be damned if they pulled her into one hundred cheap ass sleaze movies then tossed her on her ass at the gate.

They would try it, she knew that. They'd want to use her ass up as quickly as possible. She'd have to work to counter that, keep herself for the 'bigger bucks' and more popular co-stars.

Who the hell is the most popular male co-star?

"I hope you have some made up back ground, Robert. You know they'll check us both. Did that senator pull some strings I should know about?" She eyed the fast food with distaste.

She couldn't help but sneer at it, it was smothered in grease and taste like shit.. a heartattack in a bag, and he was eating it! For that matter, he looked like hell. The brighter day light did nothing to flatter his appearence in the least.

Biting her tongue, she kept her thoughts to herself until they reach the motel room. "Keys." She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers until he handed them over. "I have a ton of appointments and clothes to buy.." She snatched them from his fingertips then moved to find some jeans to wear.

From the bathroom, she lectured him. "If we're going to be under cover, and you're supposedly my boyfriend, you best clean up. Really Robert, who the hell would seriously date you looking like that? For christ sake you could easily play alead role in any film they'd make if you'd clean yourself up." She came out in some skin tight jeans and halter top. "Girls who look like me, don't date guys who look like you." Her hands were on her hips, she was right and they both knew it.

"Give me your size so I can at least have a boyfriend other chicks would want to fuck." It might hurt his feelings, if he had any anymore, but she didn't care. It just was not believable that they were dating. "You might want to visit the salons with me, wax, shave, hair cut.. Look human." her brow cocked expectantly, surely he'd see reason?

 

[Donalddeutsch]

"Hello, this is Malcolm, it's your dime." He listened to the person on the other end while sipping on is coffee and smiling at Angel.

Angel returned his smile wondering what news was coming over the phone.

"Yah, ok, I can do that."

"Good News I take it." Angel remarked as Malcolm flipped the phone shut.

Deep inside she had a feeling that it was something good for her too. Something that she wanted to be told immediately so she slipped to the floor at Malcolm's feet and asked. "Please tell me.. is it something big.. like another filming?"

Malcolm smiled at Angel and nodded. "Yah, they want you back for another shoot. You up for a good couple of days work, steady and fun, if I remember what you liked?"