Angel of Sin

[poohlive]

"Have you seen some of the boyfriends running around here?"

He sighed, getting up, leaving his food half eaten on the bed to get cold and even greasier for him when he returned. He followed her out to the car, letting her drive.

On the way there, he explained to her the concept of the shitty boyfriend half these girls had. These low down pieces of shit who looked worse off than him, if that could be imagined. These guys who beat on the girls, who manipulated them, used them, tortured them into loving and staying soo close it's weird to find the line between the two.

"Besides, I'd be your first boyfriend, the one who loved you out of love, before you went all Hollywood... or in this case, Vegas. They'll assume you'll dump me in a matter of weeks, as soon as you realize you can make more money without me keeping you down. But, we don't plan to be here that long."

They stopped at a clothing store first. Nice place, with prices that were too high and sales people who looked down on anyone that didn't show up with at least 4 thousand dollars to spend on clothes.

Lucky, the Senator had provided them with more than adequate supply of petty cash.

"Ok, we'll get all dolled up, and this is your call, not mine. You make me into whatever kind of boyfriend I'm supposed to be for you, ok?"

He gave her a wink, slipping his hand in hers, and walking into the place. It seemed almost normal.

Normal...

Something he and Robyn never had been before, normal.

 

[landiek]

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?"

Angel let out a delighted shriek of joy as she kissed Malcolm with more passion then she ever had before. "What kind of clothes? Is it long length? BDSM? Come on Malcolm give me more info!"

Angel was ready to rock and she would pester Malcom if he held out much longer or worse, try calling Simon herself.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm looked at her with a wry smile. "Full length, a little bit of everything, your the star."

 

[landiek]

"Hallelujah!" Angel bounced into Malcolm's arms with another surpriseing kiss.

Once the kiss was broke she turned and smiled happier. "Wanna go shopping?"

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm couldn't help but get into her enthusiasm. "Sure Angel, where would you like to go shopping at tonight?"

 

[landiek]

"I want something that stands out. I want to really impress Mister Simon. And something special for you too Mal.. please." Angel bounced again.

She had never really had someone care enough to go with her on a shopping spree. She couldn't even remember her foilks caring enough to do the same. They just pawned her off by handing her a credit card and letting her do her own thing.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"I don't care how their boyfriends look, hell I don't care how you look.. Just find somethings to buy that are clean so you don't smell like them." She shot him an irritated look and pulled her hand away from his.

"I am still pissed at you, so don't play cute with me right now." She marched off in the direction of the clothing store she had in mind.

Little else was said for the remainder of their shopping trip. She was waxed, tanned, plucked, painted and brushed until she felt like she might scream from all the poking and prodding. She purchased exercise cloths, cocktail dresses, and the list went on and on. Robert paid with no complaints about the amount spent, which surprised her. Obviously funding wasn't an issue, but regardless she handed him the money they'd made earlier as well.

While Robert did his thing, she listened to the gossip at the salon and followed their orders. Many greeted her, and introduced her as "One of Stack's new girls." She made note of it, perhaps becoming a regular here she'd meet other "girls" in this profession. She studied the few clients coming and going, most appeared to be exotic dancers, none she heard whispers about being a porn star.

The drive back to the motel was quiet, not that she had much to say to Robert that didn't involve bitching him out anyway. As quick and as painless as the trip was, she still had to dread tomorrows debut.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier." She mumbled quietly as they entered the room. "This job is.. a lot harder than I thought it would be." She put away her cloths, having made sure all she bought was sexy and tasteful. She wouldn't be wearing any more tasteless crap unless it was a studio outfit and she was told to wear it.

Silence fell in the room, it was going to be a little awkward for awhile between them. She knew it, could feel it welling up inside her. Her gaze settled on him, there wasn't much she could or wanted to say to ease tension. "There some place near by I can go grab something healthy to eat?" Fresh air would do her some good, get the images out of her mind.

 

[poohlive]

"I know a place, they sell sushi. I heard your kind of people like sushi. Besides, we need to talk."

He walked her out of the hotel, holding her hand once they were outside. He saw her try to bat it away again, and gripped it, hard, forcing her to bend over.

"Don't you ever do that again," He hissed in her ear, "Not in public. There are too many eyes on us, too many people watching. Those people at the tanning salon, the hair stylist, those ones who said you were one of Stack's new girls? These people are all hooked up to the rumor mill, and the last thing we need is people casting suspicion our way."

He began waling, her hand held in his, like two lovers, enjoying a walk together.

"Outside this is how it's going to be, in public, in the lot. We're a couple, you understand? Couples hold hands, couples kiss, couples do cute things together. When we're outside, when people can see us... and report back to Stack about what the fuck is going on, then we are a couple. Inside that hotel room, we're partners, you can do whatever you want, but out here..."

He paused, leaning in for a kiss, his lips brushing against her lips, "there are many wolves."

The sushi place wasn't that far away, in fact. A few blocks down, this nice japanese couple showed them a menu. Robert got them a window table, with the AC blowing, and the wonderful view from outside.

Robert didn't know anything about sushi, he let her order whatever she wanted.

If she wanted him to play her game, get in shape, look like a decent boyfriend, then she would have to play his as well. This was cat and mouse in Las Vegas, but here... stakes seemed to have gone way up.

Robert smiled as soon as the waitress left, "So... I never got to ask you, sweetheart, how's Florida?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She bit back a retort and went along with his illusion. After the years spent in seperate worlds and not talking, she was more than used to her freedom. She loved it, didn't miss this type of behavior in the least.

She knew deep down though she'd have to quickly learn to love being bossed around, if she was going to get in deeper. She hid her sullen mood behind a smile, ordered her meal and made small talk with Robert. For all appearences, they looked like a normal couple as he had wished. She still did not trust him, nor anyone for that matter. Especially enough to let someone control her.

A shiver passed over her, uncertainty always made her uncomfortable.

"Lonely." She pouted as any girlfriend might, "I was beginning to think you forgot about me and found someone else. It took you long enough to send for me..." She sipped her drink and played the pouty girlfriend. She never looked around or even outside to see if someone was or wasn't watching, she'd just trust his.. opinion on the matter.

"We should be celebrating. I think that guy liked me." She flashed a cute smile, "If they do then no more money troubles.. right baby?" She slid closer to him, her hand came down to rest upon his thigh. "Mr. Culshaw seemed more than eager to assist us, maybe make that happen?" She barely paid the waiter any attention as their meal was delivered. "It's too bad I have to be at the studio early or we could go enjoy some of the night life I hear this town has to offer." Sullen again, she toyed with her chop sticks.

 

[poohlive]

"This is Vegas, baby. Nightlife happens in the middle of the day here. We can party, and still be home by 11 o'clock."

An entire night of partying. God, how horrible would that be. He ws already tired, she had wore him out today. He wanted to crawl back to his nice cold burgers and go to sleep.

The food in front of him had no appeal. Small balls of rice over pieces of raw fish. One looked like pork, another was yellow, one even had little sprigs of plant coming out of it. He didn't use the chopsticks, popping one into his mouth.

Wasn't bad... wasn't a burger, but it certainly had flavor.

The eel was better, Unagi, he saw from the menu. It tasted like pulled pork, he licked his lips, stealing one of those from her plate.

"Delicious," He smiled. Wasn't bad for foreign food. He couldn't live off of it, but it was kinda fun to try.

"What does my baby want to do to celebrate? Go out clubbing, a strip club? I know a few places..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

A strip club might have promise?

"Strip clubs? Like what kind?" She finished her meal, washed it down and was ready to go. "I should get some sleep, so I don't look like hell tomorrow." She brushed the idea off as quickly as it had come. He didn't look enthusiastic about going out.

"Just take me home and right to bed, stud.." She winked lewdly and slid from the chair. Making sure to brush by him on her way to the register, all she wanted to do was get out of the public eye and sleep.

 

[poohlive]

Robert

"You still haven't talked about today, you know?" He said, laying down in bed, turning the television back on. He gave a small sigh as he wrestled out of the clothes she had bought him. They were nice, a little too nice for him. He could rather just only wear them when he had to, for work and show.

Here, he had his own clothes. Robert found a wrinkled shirt, putting it on as he fell back into his bed.

"I guess... what I'm trying to say," He gave a slight smile, as his eyes trailed down her long curvacious frame, "... is was it as good for you as it was for me?"

 

[flithymind]

Fix-it-Frank

Frank had spent all day on the phone.

He'd been into the studio to visit 'his guy' and drop him off a delivery of a box of Cuba's finest cigars a "thank you" for the tip-off this morning. He was wired - and, for a change around Frank, not on South America's finest export.

His hands were a blur editing Robyn's tape. Sure, he was usually fast and competent, that's why the studio hired him - but today he was like himself in a magnifiying glass. She was something special, clearly... even in Max's little '500 naked women a day world'.

After he left the studio he'd tried to find out more about these two, 'Robyn' and her boyfriend. Robyn was clearly a stage name, that hadn't taken a genius, but a few more well placed casino tabs had opened a few 'carelessly' placed files in the studio offices and he'd got her real name.

He had a friend at the local cop-shop run the janitor boyfriend's plates too. An out of towner. Had he really driven his girlfriend all this way to pimp her? It seemed so. Despite the burgeoning amateur scene across America's seedy mid-west, they'd come straight to Vegas. Straight to Vegas as none of his contacts across the industry had come across her before - literally or figuratively. If they had, they'd have remembered.

Interesting.

Not implausible. She was good. Even that chain-smoking boyfriend of hers must have seen that. Why bother with the small stuff, when the big money was in Vegas. Maybe they were both even smarter than they looked - and they looked sharp. Sharper than most newcomers anyway.

He had to find out more. He flipped the card she'd scribbled on over and over in his hand and checked his watch. Gone 11pm. Hmmm... late, but this was Vegas at it's best, just waking up.

He pushed the Merc over the speed limit and blurred to the Motel.

Swinging into the lot he smiled, seeing the beat up wreck of a car in front of room 14. Not a fake address after all. They really WERE staying at this flea pit. Another negotiating tool for Frank. Poor people like money more than anything else.

Smoothing his suit, he strolled to the door, rapping his knuckles on it three times, fixing his smoothest grin.

 

[landiek]

While Malcolm was side tracked Angel snuck back to her safe and withdrew a third of her extras, slipping it into the tight pocket.

She grabbed her handbag with ID and reached for a nice pair of shoes to go with the jeans and blouse that she was going to change into. She was pulling out of the robe quickly so Malcolm wouldn't get a chance to change his mind.

"We could go out for dinner.. my treat." Angel offered

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Sounds good Angel baby, but I should treat for something tonight." He kissed her softly on the forehead, and let her go get ready for their shopping spree.

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

"Yeah, I got it Liz. I'll be there."

He left his trailer and made his way to the bike. They scenes they had wanted him for had fallen through for the moment, but he signed the deal anyway, for later that day. Time meant nothing to him.

Right now, Simon was calling in a favor. And favors are what this business ran on. So he settled on his V-Rod, started it up, and roared out of the parking lot.

He made it Simons in relatively good time, and found a parking space near the front. Liz was waiting for him inside.

"Where is he?"

 

[landiek]

Angel suggested several hot spots for late night shopping. She even recommended a club on North side to check out before returning to the casino to give her sweetheart bartender a forgive me blow job.

"We can drop by Frederick's or Bloomingdale's.... I hear there is some nice things at both places." Angel suggested.

The drive there was quiet but still Angel had a sparkle in her eye as they pulled up to Frederick's

Inside Angel marveled at the selection of dresses. It took her a few minutes to find a glitter stretch knit dress in black. Angel twirled in the full length mirror as she admired the way it accented her breasts. "Needs some shoes."

It took her a few minutes to find the perfect pair of heels, glamour sandal was what the tag called them but the black pair were perfect. Angle continued to look around the store picking out items that she would wear with her dress. Then in the corner of the cabinet she spotted a butterfly. It was a necklace of pink rhinestones with a large butterfly design. "Oh I have to have one of those, please."

Angel even picked out two sequined babydoll gowns one white and the other a soft blush. The sales girl smiled at the choice. "Excellent selection Miss."

As she placed her choices on the counter she picked up a catalog spotting some Christmasy items. "Ohhh Mal look.. I have got to get one of these."

She held out the book for him to see the rich red velvet cami with the feathery white boa at the bust and hemline. " With a rich tropic tan that would look sensational don't you think?"

Once they left from the shop and headed to Bloomingdale's, Angel already had her mind set on three strapless dresses. Once she went into the dressing room she was in another world. It thrilled her that Malcolm was just as pleased with her choices as she was.

Angel choose the Black Our Exclusive Lace, the Badgley Mischka Platinum Label Strapless Plaid Dress, and the purple Carmen Marc Valvo Ruched Gown plus the pearl choker that would go great with her gowns.

"I'll take these in size 10" Angel went over to Malcolm and plastered him with kisses. "And you are an angel to me too."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm smiled and kissed her back. "Of course I am Angel, I'm your guardian angel, your friend, and your backer." He grinned and swatted her playfully on the ass. "So are you ready to get something to eat? The club sounds like fun, and I know for certain that we won't have any problems getting in." He grinned.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"Oh.. ha ha. You're too funny." She gave him a crusty little look before brushing out her hair. She wanted to shower and sleep, most definitely didn't want to hear about Robert's pleasures. Nor think about how he set her up, knowing what would happen without saying a single word to her!

A knock came unexpectantly at the door, "Who's that?" She whispered as she stared across the room at Robert. Scrambling, she hurried and tossed her bags onto the spare bed, luckily made up nice and neat and motioned Robert to get the door.

"Who could be here at this hour?" Granted it wasn't late for vegas. Then it sank in, the only one who knew so far where she was currently 'living' was Mr. Culshaw.

A slow smile spread over her face, he was definitely interested in her to arrive so soon and without a call.

"Get the door." She said to Robert, "Hang on!" she called out for Frank to hear.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Where is he?"

Simon heard the voice that once made him laugh every time he was with in earshot of it, and stepped from his office into the anteroom where the owner of the voice stood looking at Liz expectantly.

"Here...You came quickly Dan, I'm hoping it's because you're eager to work with me again and not just getting me off your back for what you owe me?"

Nodding to Liz he waited until she rose and left, and the door closed gently behind her, then turned to Dan for the expected answer.

"You called and I came Simon, it's as simple as that, now what do you want?"

Simon listened to the words and heard the bitterness in them, shaking his head as if to rid his mind of the memories in them as he moved to the tiny freezer and the juices in them.

"Drink Dan? I have harder stuff if you want that, me...I'm going to settle for a O.J. over ice...OK, I won't waste your time, or my money....There's a new face in town and I want to pair you with her for two films...IF...you're up to it..that is?"

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

"Just water."

He took it, and studied the man before him. Dan didn't trust many in this business. Hell, none really. But if there was someone he could count on, it was the guy standing before him. If he had to.

They had known each other a long time. And had been pretty good for a while.

Dan had always had an angry streak in him. He had a promising football career derailed due to injury, and it had made him bitter at a young age. He hadn't come from money, and the scholarship was his only chance at making something of himself. Until he met Simon. And Simon had helped make him a star again.

And it was great. Hot women. Alcohol. Sex. Simon had been the closest thing he had to a friend. They worked together, and partied afterwards.

But those days were long gone.

It wasn't that anything negative had happened really. It was more that . . . the whole business had changed. And it changed them both.

If you're up to it, that is."

Dan smirked. "You know better than to ask that question. Usual rate. And keep Liz away from me. I don't want to deal with her wanting my cock to make her a star."

Part of him wanted Liz to get the fuck out of the business while she could, but it was none of his business anyway. If she wanted to be a washed 'actress' by her mid-thirties, that was her problem.

"This girl. She new? Am I gonna have to carry her?"

 

[landiek]

"Of course I am Angel, I'm your guardian angel, your friend, and your backer." He grinned and swatted her playfully on the ass. "So are you ready to get something to eat? The club sounds like fun, and I know for certain that we won't have any problems getting in."

Angle purred and wriggled her ass for him as she picked up her purchases. "How about swing back to my room and drop these off after I put one on and then we eat and club to our heart's content"

Angel left with her bags easing back into the open door, gliding on the seat to her place as she waited for Malcolm to get in. She crossed her legs letting quite a but of thigh show to the driver, then shared an impish smile.

 

[Pendulum]

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

an opportunity waits......

Lori's eyes slowly opened, as the phone continued to ring. Who the hell would be calling at this hour? Only a couple of people knew her number. She hoped it wouldn't be Manning, calling to gloat about her payment of the rent the night before. The memory still sat, like rancid food, in the pit of her stomach. Rising slowly, she grabbed it on the 4th ring. "Hello?" she said, in a sleepy voice.

"Hi, Lori? This is Liz, at the office. Simon would like to see you. He said to tell you to get cleaned up, and that he has a Four Figure part for you. Is that agreeable to you?"

Lori tried to digest this news. Slowly, a smile broke out across her pretty face. "Sure, Liz. I.....I'm sorry. I just woke up. I'll be there as quickly as I can, okay? And......thanks!"

"Sure, honey. Just make sure you don't keep Simon waiting. I can tell you from experience, you don't want to miss your chance, around here."

Her voice sounded a little rueful, and Lori wondered what hidden meaning she was missing. "Okay, I wo......" she said, but realized she was talking to empty air. Liz had hung up, her message delivered, even if the hidden meaning of her words wasn't exactly understood. Regardless, Lori was smiling broadly now. Maybe her money troubles were over, finally. She couldn't stand the thought of blowing Trevor Manning every month for the rent. She knew he'd want more next time, anyway.........and more after that, until finally she'd just be his whore. Her smile faded, and she shook her head. "Until he's tired of me, that is. Then he'll toss me out on the street again," she thought.

Padding into the dingy bathroom, Lori grimaced when she saw herself in the mirror. The bare light bulb, hanging directly over the sink, was never any good for applying makeup anyhow, but now it's yellowish glow seemed to highlight the bruise on her cheekbone. It made her look, she suddenly realized, as worn and tattered as the rest of the apartment. She turned her face this way and that, studying the mark Manning had left on her. She hadn't realized he'd had hit her that hard! Suddenly, she knew she had to get out of this place, and quickly. In the meantime, she'd do whatever it took to avoid any more contact with him.

"Jesus, girl," she muttered, as she studied the bruise. "You look like shit."

"Thank god for makeup," she thought. Lori set about repairing her face, being careful not to spoil that little-girl look that Simon, and all the other big-wigs in this industry, seemed to value so highly.

"Girl, you're gonna make a fortune," she whispered finally, satisfied with the results. She practiced her pout and her sexy 'come on, daddy' smile in the mirror, and laughed at herself.

"Oh, yeah. You'll do," she said aloud, leaving the bathroom to find something appropriate to wear for her first-ever 'acting' interview.

 

[poohlive]

"Just don't get your panties in a fucking knot," He said, grabbing his gun. He leaned back against the window, squinting in front of the blinds, parting two of them so he could see outside.

It was almost sad to see. Like some wandering animal that got caught in the rain and needs to find shelter. Robert sighed, putting the gun back in his holster.

He opened the door, big smile on his face.

"Thought you might show up... come on in," He offered a mild handshake, showing the man into the one room motel. There was a small table next to the window, with two chairs. Robert pulled them out, offering him one.

For Robert, he just laid back on his bed, looking over from the guy to Robyn.

"We have company, sweetheart. Looks like that guy you're talking to has some more offers for you. Come on out here... let's see if we can make some money."