"How to Win Friends And Influence People" (closed)

[Alice2015]

"How To Win Friends
And
Influence People"

(closed)​

Alexa Taylor tried to force her eyes open, but her pounding head simply wasn't allowing it. She hadn't gone to bed until almost sunup. And thanks to the other bodies laying next to her, she hadn't actually gone to sleep for quite some time after that. The late afternoon sun's rays were penetrating the southwesterly facing, floor-to-ceiling windows of her cathedral ceilinged bedroom and slowly crawling from the foot of the bed upwards over Alexa's naked body. And even in her semi-conscious state, Alexa knew that it was time to begin her day.

She rolled slowly to her back, feeling her elbow come down upon the face of the person sleeping to her left. She slid her hand downward until she was grasping a flaccid cock and mused, Oh ... I remember you. With the other hand, she reached to the left, felt about, and found equipment similar to her own and, still closed eyed, smiled and reminisced, And you, too.

She heard a soft mmmm from the woman, then felt the cock in her hand begin to come alive. She grimaced, thinking, You don't have TIME for this, Alex.

She forced herself out of the bed and across the massive Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous bedroom to take a long, hot shower. And as she soaked under the nearly searing hot water, bringing her back to life, her awakening mind recalled the reason for the party ... and her lips spread in a satisfied, delighted smile.

Almost a year after it had first began, the 2014 Sony Entertainment hack was still causing the media giant problems. And while the hack had cost the corporation millions of dollars and resulted in hundreds of law suits, it had become a windfall for Alexa. After she'd threatened her own lawsuit over what she'd learned about her contract with Sony, Alexa had secured a leading role in a science fiction trilogy that, beginning with Part One's release summer of 2016, would surely become a worldwide blockbuster.

She was going to once again be on top of Hollywood's A-List, where she thought she rightfully belonged. She emerged from the shower, dried, and slipped into a thin tee shirt and a pair of boy shorts. She looked herself over in the mirror and thought, Alexa ... they're gonna be screamin' your name again soon, you sexy creature you.

When she emerged into her bedroom, she found the pair she'd left behind once again going at it like rabbits. She simply walked past them with just a short glance and the directive, "Go home. You're wives are probably waiting for you."

She was met at the bottom of the stairs by her Personal Assistant, who -- having realized that her boss was finally back in the land of the living -- was awaiting with a steaming cup of coffee, a pastry, and a pair of aspirin. As they headed for the veranda, Alexa smiled politely to the dozen or so post-party cleaners returning her beautiful home to its normal, spotless state. She greeted each of those within ear shot of her by their name. Their expressions and responses showed their surprise: famous movie stars didn't remember the names of the Help, let alone smile politely to them and ask how they were doing as they walked past them ... in almost nothing at all.

From the deck of the Malibu home, Alexa had the most incredible view of the Pacific. She loved it here. Always had. Her equally famous and still working Hollywood parents had first moved here back in the '50s, and in her earlier days, Alexa herself hadn't realized the significance of living here. Back then, it just been a big house on a nice beach. Now, it was a symbol of her status as a Hollywood icon.

When Alexa realized that her Assistant had stopped speaking, she turned to her and asked expectantly, "What?"

The Assistant shrugged. "Nothing."

"What's on the schedule for the rest of the day?"

The Assistant turned her planner around to face Alexa and said, "Nothing. You're calendar is totally free."

Alexa wasn't sure what to do with that information. Since she'd been three years old and just beginning her acting career, Alexa had rarely had a totally free moment. Even her vacations had been planned down to the minute. Mimicking her Assistant, Alexa shrugged her shoulders and said with a jovial tone, "Well ... how do you like that."

As the Assistant began offering some suggestions about events taking place around the area, Alexa leaned to her right and glanced past her to a woman standing in the sun room. She was young and beautiful ... and unknown. Alexa prided herself on knowing faces and remembering names. She didn't like not knowing who people were, particularly when they were standing in her house. Hell, even the cleaning staff -- which came here more often than most people would have imagined -- were known to her by name, each and everyone of them.

"Who's that?" she asked Fran.

The Assistant looked behind herself, then turned back to answer, "Andrea something or other."

"Who is she?" When Fran only clarified with the girl's full name -- "Andrea Kay, I think" -- Alexa asked in an annoyed tone, "What is she doing here?"

"Sorry," Fran said. "The agency sent her." When Alexa continued to eye Andrea but didn't respond, Fran continued, "To fill in for me ... while I'm gone. You remember that I'm leaving for three weeks, yes?"

Alexa's mind was entirely upon the girl standing quietly by. She'd always been good at judging people she'd only just met, and sometimes just as good at judging people she hadn't yet met, as with this girl. And Alexa knew that there was something very ... innocent about this young thing. Alexa didn't deal with a lot of innocents or innocence these days. Hell, she lived and worked in Hollywood. There wasn't an innocent soul within 30 miles of the area.

Fran's question finally sunk into Alexa's mind, and -- looking back to her Assistant with a feigned expression of attention -- she said, "Yes! Of course! Your vacation ... in, um ... Berlin, right?"

"Belize," Fran corrected, shaking her head. After glancing back to Andrea, she asked her boss, "Do you want to interview her?"

Alexa studied the young woman for a moment, her mind racing with the possibilities. As a smirk spread her lips, she said softly, "Hire her."

Fran's face filled with surprise. "Excuse me?"

"Put her up in the spare room," Alexa said firmly. As she turned to head for the stairs that led down to the beach, she continued with authority, "Show her the ropes. Fill her in on the schedule ... yadda, yadda, yadda ... then send her down to me with a mojito ... spearmint, I think."

Without any more, Alexa descended the steps and padded bare foot across the sand to her Sun Room. It was a short walled structure with a net roof that allowed her to sun bathe nude but prevented the paparazzi -- even those desperate enough to rent helicopters and buzz overhead -- from snapping pictures of her in the raw. If people wanted to see her naked, they could damn well buy a ticket to one of her R-rated movies...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It had been an offer almost to good to be true. Andrea was just a newby Temp at the agency, but they were offering her a chance to work with a real movie star!

It seemed that they were a bit short of available staff and she was all they had, which rather dampened her sense of self-esteem, but she had good qualifications ... and it was only going to be for a short time. She had one day to convince her new boss to keep her on, or the Agency would have to find someone else ... except they didn't have anyone just at the moment; so she had better satisfy their client's every whim or she would make the Agency look bad ... and if she did that, her chances of ever working again in this town .... and on it went.

Andrea had endured the lecture as she knew she must, but now here she was in a real Hollywood Star's real house, and she might even meet the famous Alexa Taylor!

It all seemed a bit unreal. There had clearly been some kind of party. The cleaning staff seemed to know what they were doing and were kind to her when she got in the way. Andrea figured that she would just wait until Fran gave her some instructions or a task to perform, or interviewed her. It was all so different from her ordinary everyday life, more like a film than real.

After a short time of waiting, trying not to be too much under everyone'd feet ... was that the famous actor ... the one was in, oh, that film with all the cars and stuff ... Andrea's eyes goggled.

Then there was Fran again, giving her a full briefing, most of which Andrea was able to take. She certainly got the bit about the mojito.

How do I make that? she asked herself. And did what any self-respecting PA would do .. she looked it up on the internet!

She did her best, matching her glass to the picture, making sure the spearmint leaves were at the top and that the glass was fizzing.

Then almost holding her breath, Andrea went where she was directed to the open roofed room and held out a tray with the full glass and a napkin on it.

"Your mojito, Miss Taylor?" she announced a little hesitantly, bending at the hips to present the tray at a suitable height.

 

[Alice2015]

Alexa had caught sight of Andrea descending the wooden staircase that led to her portion of the private beach front. For the fun of it, she stripped off her tee shirt and tossed it aside, leaving her in nothing more than her boy shorts. She returned her thousand dollar a pair sunglasses to her face and laid back in the beach chair, displaying her still beautiful, still firm D-cups to which -- so far, at least -- Mother Nature and the Laws of Gravity hadn't done much damage.

Alexa loved to shock people. She didn't know if the sight of her new boss topless would stun Andrea or not. If not, what the hell ... Alexa needed some sun anyway.

"Your mojito, Miss Taylor?"

"Thank you, sweetheart," Alexa responded, reaching up to take the drink. As she lifted the glass to her lips, she stared through her dark glasses at the girl, studying her. She lowered the drink, considered it for a moment, then bobbed her head in a not too bad but not great gesture, then signalled Andrea to the beach chair opposite her. "Let's talk."

Alexa was suddenly all business, which -- considering her near nudity -- she knew must have been the strangest job orientation in which Andrea had ever participated.

"I'm assuming that Fran explained the duties of Personal Assistant, yes?" She asked. Without waiting for a response, she immediately continued, "Let's talk about the compensation first, though."

She smiled broadly. She could remember the parade of Producers, Directors, and Casting Associates over the years -- dating clear back to when she could count her age on one hand -- first explaining to her what she would get, then explaining what they wanted from her.

"You have run of the house, of course," she began, "including the bedroom upstairs, of course."

The room about which she was talking was a large, lavishly appointed bedroom with a full office in one corner. Just like her own room on the floor above it, it faced the Pacific, offering a view for which many -- including Alexa's own parents -- had paid millions.

"You'll be expected to be available 24 hours a day, seven days a week during your three weeks here," Alexa continued. "If, for any reason, your assignment is extended, we'll arrange some days off for you, of course. Did Fran tell you about the car?"

Her PAs needed transportation, of course. And Alexa didn't believe in sub compacts or mini vans, so Fran had offered Andrea her choice of rides, to be furnished from the studio's car pool. Alexa had access to just about any luxury or sports car she wanted, so she had little doubt that Andrea would find something she liked.

"Fran will get you the pin numbers for the credit cards before you leave today." Alexa intentionally lowered her head a bit to ensure that Andrea knew she was checking out her body. "You'll need some clothes, of course. Fran knows what I like my PAs to wear, so ... just check with her."

Her lips spread in a bit of a smirk as she clarified, "Professional attire, but ... a touch sexy, too."

She sipped at her Mojito again, then continued, "The job pays two grand a week. Above and beyond the car, room, clothes, and expenses. I assume that works for you?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Despite the dark glasses she knew she was being scrutinised, and Andrea sat up straight, pulling her shoulders back, presenting herself as best she could,

"Thank you, Miss Taylor," Andrea replied respectfully. "I'll attend to the car and credit card details directly, and check with Fran for dress styles. You're very generous, Miss Taylor, and I'll do my absolute best for you ... um, Fran said that she's going away pretty imminently and I need to make sure I have everything sorted, so is it ok if I start today?"

Andrea pulled herself together despite being a little overwhelmed. She felt like she was being bombarded with ideas, information, and sights for which she wasn't quite prepared. And she was also more than a little nervous just being on the same beach as Miss Taylor, let alone sitting opposite her in such an intimate interview. The movie star was topless ... which shocked Andrea a little, yet it also felt trusting. And she had to admit, the Star was absolutely gorgeous. Andrea felt herself sigh inside, wondering what it must be like to be that beautiful, to have such an amazing body...

Ok, so it looked like she hadn't messed up yet because Miss Taylor was talking like she had the job for the three weeks at least.

Also, the main parts of the job were fairly straightforward; look after Miss Taylor's day to day needs in an organised, professional, discrete manner.

The hours ... Andrea hadn't figured on being live-in Staff, but on that kind of money which was more than 5 times what she hoped for in her more ambitious moments, who was she to argue?

Which brought her to the compensation. All she could think was, WOW!

She just had to go buy some clothing this morning and she'd be set. She needed Fran to give her more of an idea of Miss Taylor's tastes; she didn't want to disappoint ...

 

[Alice2015]

"...Fran said that she's going away pretty imminently and I need to make sure I have everything sorted, so is it ok if I start today?"

"Fran leaves day after tomorrow," Alexa responded, "but yes, you'll need to start immediately."

She lifted her Mojito to her lips again, still studying the young woman from behind her shades. As she lowered it, she raised one eyebrow and said with a feigned impatient tone, "Immediately means now, Andi."

Alexa gave Andrea a gentle shoo gesture. As the 21 year old headed back across the sand for the staircase, Alexa sat up in her beach chair and stared after her. Andrea had a great figure, and the walk through the sand caused her hips to wave to and fro in an exaggerated and tantalizing way. As she watched the girl ascend to the house, Alexa was already thinking about how much fun she and her friends were going to have with the naïve, young, inexperienced thing...



"That one," Fran said, pointing to a dress the Sales Associate was holding in one hand. In a gesture reminiscent of the one Alexa had used to shoo Andrea away the day before, the PA dismissed the second dress the Associate was holding, explaining, "Can't see that doing anything for the girl's figure."

They'd been to four clothing stores already -- spending $2500 -- and still had one more store to go after this. Fran had no problem whatsoever spending her boss's money so easily. First, it wasn't Fran's money; and second, she was well aware of Alexa's plans for the Temp. This wasn't Fran's first vacation, nor would it be Alexa's first round of playfulness with an unsuspecting PA. Fran could still remember when she herself had first hired on with the then 16-year old television and movie star. No one would have thought that such a young girl could get a then-30 year old PA into so many inappropriate situations. But Alexa certainly had raised some hell.



When they finished, the Sales Associate helped them take their bags out to the car upon which Andrea had decided the day before. When she'd arrived at the Malibu beach house, it was sitting in the driveway waiting for her.

"Okay, so..." Fran said, handing out a tablet that she and Andrea had spent almost four hours on the day before. In it was anything and every thing someone would ever need to know about Alexa Taylor ... short of the embarrassing stuff for which the tabloids would pay top dollar, of course. "It's your show now, Andrea. You have your car, your clothes ... the tablet, itinerary, contacts list."

Fran stepped closer to Andrea and straightened the thousand dollar outfit that she had worn out of the store for her return to Malibu for her official first day as PA to Miss Taylor. She told the girl with a knowing tone, "I wish I could tell you that you're ready, but ... well, this is Alexa Taylor we're talking about. I could spend a year preparing you for working with her and you still wouldn't be ready, so ... just do your best."

She stepped back and -- mimicking her boss of almost a decade -- gave her a shoo gesture. "Get to work."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

And with that encouragement, Andrea walked through to start her role as PA. She felt amazing in the clothes that Fran had chosen for her. The sexy undies made her feel beautiful and special, and the dresses and suits all seemed to turn her into a cross between an office professional and a catwalk model. She felt glamorous and the stares of other shoppers hadn't gone unnoticed.

At first Andrea had been quite self-conscious when trying on the various outfits, especially the more revealing ones, but Fran's business-like approach helped settle her, and the appreciative looks she'd received were frankly flattering and made her glow inside.

Right back at the start, Miss Taylor had made her feel like a little child the way she'd dismissed her, and Fran had picked up the same habit. It made Andrea almost desperate to avoid that in future, determined to be attentive and satisfy her Boss's needs.

So yes, as Fran put it, she had the car, a nice Mercedes convertible, the clothes of a supermodel, the tablet with everything in it ... she should be ready ... but Fran's last comments were a little disconcerting. Why did Amanda feel like she was about to enter an arena with a hungry lioness?

Just do your best ... it seemed the only possibility

 

[Alice2015]

...a hungry lioness...

Andrea's thought wasn't that far off it would turn out. After Fran sent her on her way and she returned to the Malibu beach house, the new PA found herself caught up in what Alexa referred to with a scream into her cell phone as a shit storm.

The lawyers at Sony had convinced the Board of Directors to fire several Producers and Directors who had -- apparently without authority -- made concessions to some of the Writers and Actors who'd been harmed by last year's hack. One of those Actors, of course, had been Alexa!

"What are you telling me...?" she was screaming into her cell. "He can't back out. I have a contract... What...? NO! I HAVE A FUCKING CONTRACT!"

Alexa looked up to see Andrea standing in the door and waved her to her. She pointed to the wet bar and -- covering the phone's mouth piece -- demanded, "Vodka ... and don't bother getting a glass dirty."

She returned to her ranting argument with her Agent for another five minutes, sucking from the bottle Andrea had retrieved in between bouts of profanity laced dialogue.

"Fine ... fine ... I said FINE!" she finished, lowering the phone.

Alexa turned to stare out the floor to ceiling windows at the Pacific Ocean for a moment, then -- with the skill and agility of a Major League relief pitcher, would up and threw the cell as hard as she could at one of the huge sheets. It was, of course, storm proof glass, so -- while the phone disintegrated into a thousands pieces, which flew in every direction, tinkling to the floor and upon the glass coffee tables and marble floor -- the effect on the window was that it showed a little bit of a smutch from the phone's case paint.

After a long moment, she turned to face Andrea, saying with a surprisingly calm voice, "I'm going to need a new phone, Andi. The specs are in the Tablet somewhere. I'm sure you can figure it out."

She turned to head for the stairs that led to her bedroom, then stopped suddenly to eye her new Assistant. She cocked her head a bit, studying the young beauty, then smiled. "You ... look ... good, Andi. Fran knows her shit, doesn't she?"

But Alexa didn't even wait for a response, instead hurrying for the stairs as she instructed, "Get out of that and get into something you can dance in. We're going out. Something tight that shows off that bod'. My God! What a fuckin' bod!"

Alexa's career had just taken a major hit, which meant, of course, it was time to party! Unless her lawyers could work a miracle, she'd just lost the leading role in a major motion picture trilogy. That meant it was time to hit the town, get wasted, and do something totally socially inappropriate. She reached the mezzanine and passed Andrea's room, on her way to the stairs that ascended to her own bedroom on the third floor. And as she circled around the circular landing, Alexa looked down to study her new PA and -- thinking about the usual crowd of wild ones with whom she liked to party -- she mused, Time to feed the animals some fresh meat.

"Call Josie!" Alexa called down as she was beginning to strip out of her top and jeans while still on the landing in Andrea's view. She was naked by the time she finished her instructions of, "Her name is in the Tablet. Tell her I need her now."



Ten minutes after the nude Alexa had disappeared into her bedroom, Josie -- the star's personal hair dresser -- skidded her Jag into the driveway, hurried into the house, and nearly sprinted up the stairs to tend to her most famous client.

Twenty minutes after than, Alexa emerged from her bedroom and in five inch heels navigated the two sets of stairs as well as if she'd been barefoot.

"Andi!" she hollered. She headed for the wet bar and sucked on another vodka bottle as she began dialing numbers from the land line. A moment later, Josie emerged from Andrea's bedroom, where Alexa had sent her to do yet another head of hair. As the hairdresser to the stars -- or, this star anyway -- descended the stairs, Alexa asked, "How's she look?"

"Ask her yourself?" Josie said, stopping to look back up the stairs as Andrea emerged...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea emerged a little timidly onto the landing, nervous that her tiny dress might somehow upstage the Star, but her fears melted as soon as she saw Miss Taylor. Her jaw dropped.

"WoW!" she uttered. The woman looked amazing and practically naked despite her dress, and Andrea was relieved that all eyes would be on the Star tonight.

"Oh yes, and your new phone is on the table there next to you, all programmed as before."

As soon as the naked Star had disappeared into her room, Andrea had hunted down Josie's details and thanks to Fran's amazing filing and communication set-up, had messaged the stylist by text, email and social media as well as by phone! Next she had the House Staff clean up, a task they did cheerfully and with the efficiency of long practice, and finally Andrea hurried up the stairs to get herself ready.

On her way up she was replaying what Miss Taylor had said,

"You ... look ... good, Andi. Fran knows her shit, doesn't she? ... Get out of that and get into something you can dance in. We're going out. Something tight that shows off that bod'. My God! What a fuckin' bod! ... My God! What a fuckin' bod! ... My God! What a fuckin' bod! "

That last phrase ringing over and over made Andrea smile with pleasure, and she almost flew up the stairs.

She undressed and showered in record time, and wrapped in just her towel rummaged through the bags for that dress Fran had insisted she wear at the first opportunity. There wasn't much to it, really. No back, hardly any front, and a too-short skirt. There was no way Andrea would ever have bought it for herself, but then she couldn't have afforded it either!

Dropping the towel, she slipped into a black lace thong and had just finished her make-up when her door opened. In came a slightly hassled looking woman who announced herself as 'Josie'.

Andrea instinctively covered her bare breasts, and the stylist checked out the dress, nodded, appraised Andrea, and then crafted her hair. Once done, Andrea turned her back to Josie and slid into the miniscule dress, and they were ready.

 

[Alice2015]

Alexa was all smiles as the obviously nervous Andrea descended the stairs. The young thing looked simply ... oh, the only word was delicious! Alexa glanced to Josie and winked. She whispered, "This should be fun."

The star of movie, television, internet, and stage waved the inexperienced Personal Assistant closer, then gestured her to spin a couple of times. Alexa stepped closer as Andrea was again facing her and reached a hand up to the girl's neck line. With the back of her left hand to the beauty's chest, she snaked her fingertips under the plunging neck line over Andrea's left breast and ran them downward, pulling the gown a bit further inward toward the sternum. The tips of her long nails only just barely brushed against the inner round of Andrea's nipple.

"Don't show'em the goods," she said sternly, "until you know what you're getting for the show."

She repeated the gesture over the other breast, then turned Andrea around forcefully to look down upon her firm, shapely behind.

"You've got great cheek, girl," Alexa said, again slipping her fingertips inside Andrea's clothes. She ran them out to the young woman's hips, then back. The result was that the waist line of the tiny skirt lowered to the point of just barely beginning to show the crevice between Andrea's ass halves. "Show it off."

Alexa stepped back, then told Andrea to face her. She studied her for a moment. The young beauty looked incredible, but...

"There's something wrong," she mused. She looked to Josie, who pointed to Andrea's shoes. Fran had picked out a pair of dancing shoes that matched the dress, but neither of the women present were impressed by them. Alexa looked to Josie again and, with a knowing tone, asked, "You know the ones, yes?"

Josie answered with a smile and a sudden sprint up the stairs. Alexa began a slow encircling pace around Andrea, occasionally reaching out to adjust the almost-not-there dress or the girl's now professionally styled hair. On her second pass around Andrea, Alexa's fingertips -- trailing almost seductively along the small of the girl's bare back -- fell a bit until they were passing over a firm butt cheek.

As she stepped around in front of Andrea, Alexa was studying the girl's face and body in a way that could only be called ogling. She was standing so close to the PA that their breasts almost touched. At the sound of rapidly moving heels, Alexa looked up to see Josie descending with a pair of black and red heels, five inches in height. She nodded as Josie asked if this was indeed the pair, then looked into Andrea's deep brown eyes and said in a seductive tone, "I might have to forget you work for me before the night is up."

"Here," Josie said, grasping at Andrea's arm to urge her out of the shorter heels. Once the girl was changed, the two older women stepped back to look her over. They both smiled. Josie asked playfully, "Can I have her?"

Alexa laughed and spun to head for the door. "Stand in line, bitch."



The club was one of the most exclusive joints in town, with a queue of commoners that wrapped around the corner while Hollywood's A-List types entered through a separate door manned by not one, not two, but three big bouncers. As the stretch Lincoln pulled up before the private entrance, those in line turned their full attention to the car, wondering who was going to emerge. The moment Frank -- Alexa's long time chauffeur and bodyguard -- emerged from the car and began circling around to the passenger side, the paparazzi lining the curb knew exactly who was in the luxury ride.

Frank offered a hand to Andrea, helping her out. A few flashes fired off, mostly from the less experienced tabloid vultures. It wasn't until Frank assisted Alexa out onto the pavement that the dark of night became the light of day. Photographers called out for Alexa's attention, hoping to get that one shot that would end up on the cover of tomorrow's issues.

Alexa smiled and waved as was expected, then reached out and interlaced her fingers with Andrea's own in a way that caused the paparazzi to start calling out questions about whether the unknown temptress was Alexa's new lover. The star continued to wave and smile as Frank led the way through the throng.

Then, just as they were about to enter the private entrance, Alexa spun Andrea back to face the dozens of cameras, and pressed her painted lips to Andrea's mouth. As she pulled back -- amid an explosion of strobing camera flashes -- Alexa simply turned away from the crowd and dragged Andrea into the dark.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea had to admit that she loved the taller shoes, but boy were they hard to walk in when you're not used to them, dazzled by flash-bulbs, dragged this way and that, spun round, kissed, and her head was in a total whirl as she was dragged into the club behind the Star.

She was also totally impressed with the way Miss Taylor handled the press, and her see-through dress, and hoped that as her new PA she hadn't let the Star down too much. By contrast Andrea was more than a little insecure knowing she only had a tiny black thong under the dress, and that it was held in the back by just a little tied string.

She was already in awe of the older woman, but that kiss had her wondering ... Andrea had never been kissed by a woman before.

It also had her wondering about earlier, when Miss Taylor was adjusting the dress. It had seemed almost contradictory saying don't show the goods, as the dress was pulled closer to cover her breasts better but also uncovering her butt more; but the way her finger's brushed against Andrea's breasts, her keenness to lower the waist of Andrea's dress and emphasise her ass cheeks ...

at the time she hadn't understood the,

"I might have to forget you work for me before the night is up." ... "Can I have her?" ... "Stand in line, bitch."

But now? Still, a lot depended on keeping Miss Taylor happy, and it was pretty innocuous right? Or so she told herself ...

 

[Alice2015]

Once the private entrance behind them closed, Alexa's happy go lucky, tease the press attitude simply vanished. She handed her little purse over to a concierge-of-sorts, then snatched Andrea's purse from her and surrendered it as well. As the man unapologetically dug through one after the other -- removing the cell phones and Tablet, then checking lip stick tubes and other such items for hidden cameras or sound recording devices -- Alexa simply told her PA, "It's how we do things here, Andi."

The reason this club was such a hit with Hollywood's A-List was that only very seldom did some photograph, video, or voice recording arise to embarrass this star or that. Security was tight, and anyone caught with any kind of recorder was banned for life and turned over to the Authorities, usually only after having been taken out back and -- whether male or female -- pummeled by the bouncers for a few minutes.

The questions from the paparazzi outside about whether Andrea was Alexa's new lesbian lover could be traced back to such a photograph taken here at this very club almost a decade ago. Then the leading lady in an unfortunately short lived series about college life, Alexa had been photographed making out in a very passionate, very erotic way with another woman in a back booth. The pictures had led to a full year of paparazzi rampage, as well as thousands of lesbian hopefuls wanting to date Alexa. Ironically, it had been a fun time. And, of course, the coverage on the check out stand magazines and evening entertainment programs had garnered Alexa incredible attention that led to yet another series after the first died.

Once the concierge handed back the purses -- short their electronics, which went into a tiny locker with "AT" written on it in dry erase marker -- a bouncer opened an inner door. The pounding music from the club filled the room, and Alexa surged forth without a word. But as Andrea began to follow her, Frank took her gently by the arm and shook his head slightly.

The bouncer closed the door again, then moved to a second door and opened it. Frank released his grip on Andrea and nodded his head toward the second door, saying with a smile, "Have fun Miss Andi."

(OOC: Sending you a PM about what just happened.)

 

[Alice2015]

OOC: The following is a description of the club, for my fellow writer and anyone who might be following the story. There will be many scenes here in the future, so I thought it would be good to know what it looks like.

"Victors"

Build your image of the club with the image linked above and offered descriptions:

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• The dance floor is packed with writhing bodies.
• The men -- some stars, others stars' toys -- are dressed in sharp, expensive clothes, often full or partial suits.
• The women -- again, some stars, other stars' toys -- are dressed in tight dresses or skin tight leggings or skimpy tops and short skirts. Flesh abounds.
• The sexual energy practically powers the place.
• Every booth has at least one recognizable A-List star in it, from actors to directors to producers. No reality show wannabe fakers here: these are the big names. They are surrounded by friends, lovers, escorts, body guards, and -- standing near but more often not with his back to the booth and its occupants -- at least one bouncer wearing the Victor's three piece suit, watching over the riff raff to ensure they don't bother the booth's occupants without permission.
• Dead center in the picture, above the main entrance is the DJ's booth. On a party night like tonight, there is a DJ and a staff of four ensuring that the guests are kept audibly pleased with original electronica dance music.
• The mezzanine level is for those commoners waiting in the queue outside, as well as for such people as Personal Assistants (like Andrea) or eye candy who were brought along for the paparazzi but for whom the A-List people have no current purpose.
• Victor's bouncers are staged at the tops and bottoms of the circling stair cases (at red velvet ropes blocking them off) to ensure that these people remain upstairs unless invited downstairs.
• The mezzanine railing is three deep with gawkers wanting to see what's going on downstairs: who's here, who's here with whom, and what is who doing with whom's body?
• And while the image above doesn't show it, Victor's is much darker -- far fewer white lights -- and is instead illuminated by all of the wandering lights and lasers and strobes of a typical but classier discotheque.
• The mezzanine level, which has a curving back wall, has -- from outside inward -- a wall full of every alcohol known to humankind; a long bar with a hundred stools; a single row of small, four chair tables; and finally, in the center, a floor full of dancing or mingling people.
• While the occupants of the mezzanine level may not be the A-List, they are typically good looking, sexy, and ready to party ... just your typical club hoppers in nice clothes. (Even on the mezzanine, Victor's has a dress code: no tee shirts, no jeans, no running shoes, etc.)

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea went through the second door, clutching her now much lighter purse and made her way alone into the mingling throng.

She didn't bother to try and fight for a space a the railing, and certainly was in no mood the hit the busy upper dance floor on her own, so she looked for an empty stool at the what must be the longest bar counter she'd ever seen.

Perched between two strangers, she signalled the bartender. While she waited her turn Andrea perused the crowd sharing this 'viewing area' with her, most of whom were gawking down into the pit below that was occupied by the 'lovelies'.

"Vodka and Cranberries," she she said when prompted, and was quickly rewarded with an ice-cold glass filled to the brim.

Again facing the busy throng buzzing around between her stool and the rail, Andrea wondered what she was going to do now. This was not what she'd expected. They were going out to dance, to party, but she was separated from her Star with no phone or other means of communication.

How was she to anticipate Miss Taylor's needs? How was she to watch her Boss's back? How would she know when it was time to leave? Was she here to work, to enjoy herself, or just a Prop for Miss Taylor's little performance when they arrived? Would anyone she knew see the photos taken by the Press of her being kissed so familiarly?

Shaking her head at the total lack of answers, Andrea took a long swallow of her perfectly mixed drink and sighed.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: The song link below plays immediately ... or, at least, following the obligatory short commercial. Do not open if in a public place where you don't want your neighbors chastising you or dancing about you. You can listen to it while you continue to read if it's your kind of music. Additional random songs may play after that. Ignore them: not part of the role play.)

(OOC: I'm going to god mode Andrea just a tad, but I don't think you'll mind. If you do, just slap my butt and tell me to edit ... then slap my butt again just for fun. )

(One last OOC: I'm going to keep the action up here with Andrea until it's appropriate to move downstairs, obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn't have anything to do, would you? )


The mezzanine was getting more crowded with every song that began, as if the bouncers at the queue had suddenly opened the flood gates. And with the number of patrons increasing, so did the number of men hitting on Andrea. Six men over the course of less than twenty minutes stepped up close to her, leaning in to ask her to dance or simply gesturing to the floor with a hopeful look on their face.

At the same time, the bartender pushed three drinks across the bar to her, nodding his head toward the man -- an in one case a woman -- had bought her the intoxicant with wishful thoughts.

Andrea declined their invitations for what ever reason ... then ... he showed up. He said something to her that was drowned out by the music, then pointed a finger upwards towards the heavens, as if indicating the unseen speakers, and leaned in closer to her to deliver his line as an extended version of the song -- mixed by Victor's famous, world class DJ -- continued onward.

"Most people here think that's about the people down on the main floor, but..." He pulled back just enough to make eye contact with her, their faces just inches apart. He had a wide smile that told the story: he knew his line was corny, and he meant it to be. "...I think it was actually meant for you."

He studied her for a moment and, after realizing that she wasn't going to toss a drink in his face or slap him, he backed a couple of inches more -- to give her her space -- and offered his hand. "Mack. They call me Mack."

(OOC: You can send him packing, offer him the unbelievably now empty stool next to you, ask him to dance, write him asking you to dance, or ANYTHING you want. You can also decide who he is: just some dancer, or maybe an up and coming though still barely recognizable actor/singer/whatever. Have fun with it.)

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Well Mack, that's quite an act you have going there," she smiled at him, nodding to the momentarily empty stool as a number of newcomers started for it.

"How well does that line normally work for you?"

She knew that she ought to send him packing, but someone was going to sit next to her, and at least he was bold enough to make an amusing personal approach.

There shouldn't be a problem with her passing the time with him while she waited for Miss Taylor to contact her. But then she had a moment's panic. What if this was a test, and she was supposed to find a way to be at Miss Taylor's side, despite the bouncers and the club's policy of separating he 'beautiful people' as the song called them, from the crowd?

She recovered her poise, deciding to let the thought settle for a few minutes before re-examining it, and instead studied Mack. He was nice looking in a normal way; not A list or he'd be in the pit with her Boss. So was he a member of the public, or some sort of associate with his own 'Beautiful Person' down there?

But its a girl's perogative to let the guy do all the work, so she took another sip of her drink while trying to look inscrutable as she looked at him curiously.

 

[Alice2015]

"How well does that line normally work for you?"

Mack's widening smile at Andrea's gesture to the empty stool showed his delight. He sat and waved one of the dozen and half bartenders his way as he leaned in close to answer over the booming song, "Not nearly as well as that dress works for you."

He took a short moment to very conspicuously ogle Andrea's displayed front side, before leaning a bit to get as much of a look at her back side as he could. He then looked into Andrea's dark eyes and -- in total opposition to what some men would have said, That dress makes you look so good -- Mack said, "You make that dress look so good."

He looked away for just a moment to see the bartender setting his drink near him, then looked back to Andrea and asked, "How is it that you aren't sitting here with some rock star or blockbuster leading man?"

He sipped at his drink, then continued his question with a suggestive, "Or leading woman?"

It was an obvious attempt to probe at the beauty's sexual preference...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea looked him up and down again while she considered his question, repaying the compliment of his detailed staring at her body.

The way he had, what did they say? undressed her with his eyes had made her blush. She wouldn't normally be seen in any company in such a revealing dress, but it was required for work and she was doing her best in this job whatever it required of her.

But if he could check her out so openly, she could do the same, she reasoned, as her gaze lingered too long on his chest, his thighs and his crotch which seemed to bulge impressively.

"I'm waiting for her, Mack," she finally replied as her eyes returned to his, wanting to keep him guessing, wanting to make him work hard, testing his interest in her, and also intending to keep her association with Miss Taylor as discrete as possible for as long as she could.

Andrea sipped her drink, and then twisted round unnecessarily to place her glass on the counter, allowing her dress front to open a little more ... not enough to be vulgar but certainly enough to show breast. Her head swivelled back before her torso, allowing for a prolonged look at her front, then she was facing him again and her hands were gently tugging the dress panels closer, covering her more effectively and drawing attention to how much they didn't cover.

She had been flattered by his open admiration, something she wasn't used to but definitely had enjoyed, and she found herself hoping for more.

Relenting just a little, she added, "I'm Andrea, ... they call me Andi."

 

[Alice2015]

"I'm waiting for her, Mack,"

Mack did his best to hide his disappointment at the word her. The riff raff on the mezzanine outnumbered the A-Lister's on the main floor by 4-to-1, so the odds that Andrea was here with some stage, screen, or television star was low. Which meant that her likely meant girl friend. And dream as most men did, Mack wasn't naïve enough to believe that he could talk this startling beauty and her lesbian lover into a threesome on the first night he'd met them.

But he wasn't about to walk away simply because the odds of fucking this incredible creature tonight -- or in the near future either -- were astronomical. Simply sitting with the most erotic woman in the club and fantasizing about being close to her was enough tonight.

She turned to set her drink on the bar, allowing Mack an even better vantage shot of her young, firm breasts ... or breast, as it was from here. He almost thought he caught sight of a dark, pert nipple, but it could have been wishful thinking. Either way, he was suddenly aware that his cock was solid as a rock and pressed across one thigh in such of a way that it was more than obvious to Andrea when she -- as Mack had done -- gave him a good ogle.

His smile widened, knowing that she knew he was stiff for her, even if she was more interested in having another woman's mouth of her pussy than a stiff erection inside it.

"I'm Andrea, ... they call me Andi."

Mack took her hand in a soft, barely motionless shake, then -- with his gaze firmly upon her eyes -- he lifted it up before him, leaned inward, and kissed it softly on the knuckles.

"So wonderful to meet you, Andi," he said, his words less audible than the movement of his lips were readable.

He hesitated before giving Andrea her hand back, then reached for his drink once more. He sipped and set it aside, his gaze never leaving the PA's face. They simply stared into one another's eyes for a long moment. Then, the extended version of Beautiful People faded into a heavily electronic but slow paced song.

Mack's lips widened at the thought of holding Andrea close to him through a slow song. He stood and offered his hand, jerking his head softly toward the floor. Still under the misperception that the brunette bombshell was here with a female lover, he clarified his dancing intention with, "Just until your girlfriend returns and breaks us apart. I promise I'll be a good boy."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea let him have her hand again, rising from her seat as gracefully as she could, replying quietly, "Oh dear," but loud enough for him to hear.

He seemed to like looking at her, and he also seemed to like her looking at him, even flaunting what must surely have been a rather long erection snaking down his trouser leg. She'd never seen one that big before, not that she'd actually seen many. But his flattering attentions were encouraging her to be daring, far more so than usual. This was not like her at all, but the new job, the setting, the dress, the thong, the heels ... it was like a fantasy, as if it were not real, like she could do anything, be anyone and it wouldn't matter. And of course there were no cameras to record anything that might embarrass her later ... or embarrass Miss Taylor.

And so partly from curiosity, partly from enjoying the attention, largely from wanting more attention, Andrea let him lead her by the hand, her purse clutched in the other, deciding that when Miss Taylor wanted her, she'd find a way of getting her; and that tonight she had been ordered to party, so that's what she'd do ... and let the dress take care of itself.

 

[Alice2015]

Mack led Andrea deep into the crowd on once writhing, now swaying dancers. He was hoping to get them lost in the mass of moving bodies so that when the beauty's partner returned -- from the ladies room, from making a call, from dancing...? -- she wouldn't be able to immediately find Andrea and bring the flirtation to an end.

Once he found a spot, Mack brought the hand that was linked with Andrea's up to between their chests, then laid the other gently upon her bared waist. It was an intimate touch and gesture, but he tempered it by not allowing his torso to come into contact with hers. He was still sporting a raging hard on, and the last thing he thought he should be doing it pressing it against her groin.

Mack looked deep into Andrea's eyes, a slight smile upon his lips as they began swaying to the music. She was clutching her purse in her free hand, and while he knew -- or thought he knew -- that Andrea would rather be putting her hands upon a body that sported the same parts as hers did, he released his grip on her other hand, laid his upon her other hip, and gave her the ability to place a hand upon his body.

Now, without their clasped hands between them, there was nothing standing in the way of them pressing their bodies together. Mack so badly wanted to smash up against Andrea -- to turn the slightly-faster-than-slow-song electronica into a grinding duo of motion -- but he resisted, always the gentleman...

Horny as hell ... but always the gentleman.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She let him lead her deep into the throng, her hand never leaving his, the hold on her firm, warm, commanding but suggestive, not demanding.

His boldness and respect together were having quite an affect on her, and she knew that she would allow him liberties that she'd refuse most other men. He just seemed to get that balance right, for her at least.

And to her embarrassment Andrea felt her body responding. With so little clothing, it would be difficult to hide the swelling of her nipples, or the heat building so insistently inside her thong.

Once they were facing each other again she was sure she could feel the heat of his strong body radiating out, and when he placed his hands on the bare flesh of her waist and hips, her knees almost gave way. Andrea had never felt like this before. She'd heard of reactions like this, but thought it was just exaggeration ... now she knew better!

She gazed back into his eyes although she was filled with an almost overwhelming desire to keep looking down, to see if he was still so big, so extended down his thigh. She was filled with erotic curiosity about it.

With her left hand clutching her purse, she let her right hang naturally by her side as she swayed sensuously to the music, gently swaying her hips, keeping the movement fluid so that she didn't shake off his hands.

Then turning her head left and right in time with the beat, she raised her hands above her head, such a submissive gesture she realised, and a trusting one given how exposed it left her body, how available. Would he be tempted to explore further? Would she be disappointed if he did? Or even if he didn't? How far was she prepared to go? Just how much attention was she craving right now?

 

[Alice2015]

When Andrea raised her hands up -- her head swaying with the music, her hips shifting sensuously to the beat -- Mack looked down her form, to the rounds of her breasts that were so exposed and on display. She seemed so free, so at ease, so comfortable with him. He assumed that she was like this all the time, happy go lucky and sexy and erotic on the dance floor -- and possibly elsewhere, he thought as his cock twinged with excitement -- and he would never have known that this simply wasn't like Andrea.

He let his hands caress themselves upwards, from her hips to her waist to her rib cage, so close to those two beautiful mounds upon which his eyes moved to and fro. His own movements were becoming a bit more animated, a bit more erotic, and Mack couldn't resist any longer. He pulled her closer to him until their lower bodies connected. He could feel his cock pressed against her, just above the unseen waist line of her thong.

He leaned his upper body inwards, too, saying close to her ear, "If you mind..."

The implication, of course, was Stop me if you don't like the feel of a man's organ against you.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As she felt his hands glide upwards Andrea closed her eyes and moaned quietly, teased by his closeness to her breasts, his thumbs so nearly touching the sides of her mounds.

And then he was pressing into her .... so many sensations running through her!

His hard gristly rod crushed against her belly, pressing into her with each movement of their bodies; her own heat between her legs becoming more fragrant and damp, his hands so nearly at her breasts, her itching nipples.

Andrea opened her eyes at his words, again looking into his eyes, and placed her hands behind his neck, changing the way her hips were moving. Now she was carefully rubbing her belly against his, up and down then across the big rod sandwiched between them, almost masturbating him. She allowed her thighs to part and tilted her hips to press her groin against his thigh, wondering if she'd scald him.

She was being wanton, slutty, with a man she didn't know, had only just met. This was crazy. She wasn't like this! She didn't do this! She was totally caught up in the moment and wanting more ... If only Miss Taylor would let her have a little bit longer ...

 

[Alice2015]

Mack was in seventh heaven. He'd been afraid that pressing against her would offend her lesbian sensibilities, but now -- as she so obvious began grinding with him -- he was beginning to question whether he'd misinterpreted what Andrea had meant by waiting for her.

The beat of the semi-slow song to which they'd been dancing picked up a bit, and the erotic dance between them was getting to the point of Go get a room! Andrea's warming flesh felt so good in his now roaming hands, and the pleasure building in his cock and groin was making him want to ... want to ...

Oh hell with want, he thought. Do!

Mack pulled Andrea's full form against him and pressed his lips close to her ear as he said, "Leave with me ... now ... I have to have you, Andi. Please. I have to have you now!"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

With his lips at her ear, Andrea nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent, his animal smell
which only aroused her further. Now that they were full body-to-body she had to adjust her movements, but she kept up her rhythm and kept up her assault on his big weapon.

"I can't," she said back to him, her soft lips brushing his ear, "we only have here, now ... make the most of it ..." and she placed her hands on his chest rubbing in small circles, parting his shirt with each pass as she let her fingers run through his hairs, her nails grazing, then digging in in, not breaking the skin, not quite, while her belly still rubbed insistently against that bar of masculinity that was filling her head while her mouth opened and closed, her tongue licking her lips ...