badbabysitter
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And with a final grunt her buried his vast tool in her upturned ass and emptied into the slim brunette.
The two just lay there for a while, the massive black man on top of the brunette, his spent cock slowly deflating in her now thoroughly stretched pussy, untill it slid out leaving a trail of his juices.
He sat on the couch while she fumbled slowly to her unsteady feet and slowly got into her clothes.
" Thank you Miss Garner, that will be all" said the elderly man who had sat behind a desk watching the entire show.
The willowy Jennifer Garner got up and slipped back into her clothes. She was in a numb state scarcely believing what happened. As she reached the door and after fully dressing she came back and fiushed out a card from her purse and handed it to the massive black man sitting in the chair
" Call me" she whispered and headed out the door.
The man sat on the couch with a happy stunned look.
" Do you believe me now, Mister Taylor" the elderly man asked behind the desk
" Hell yeah" he said scarcely believing he had just spent the last hour pounding the Alais star on a leather couch, " I just dont get why"
The elderly man behind the desk leaned forward and steppeld his hands together.
" Revenge, very simply Mr Taylor, revenge"
The elederly man was Abraham Braumstein, the hidden emperor of Hollywood. He was pushing 90 and had his fingers in everyones pie. While monopolies were illegal, Braumstein had controlling interests in almost every agency, studio, recording artist agency, and production company in North America. He was one man in LaLa Land you didnt want to fuck with
" I suppose you know about the McCarth witch hunts, probably more of a history lesson to you. But to me they were very real. I didnt speak, I didnt name names...but others did, my name included'
Tyrone Taylor slipped into his boxers and his jeans while Mr Braunstein talked.
" I was blacklisted, I couldnt work, no one would touch me with a 10 foot ploe. The land of Hollywoood I had loved not only turned its back on me, but destroyed my career"
Tyrone slipped the shirt over his head.
" So? You got your revenge Mr Braumstein, you own Hollywood now"
Braumstein snorted almost derisivley
" I do now, but for years I had to scrape and scheme just to keep myself alive, working shitty menial jobs while I saved money, made contacts that wouldnt rat me out. Buying my way up the back door"
Tyrone spoke again, " I understand that, but why do ..this", he was making a reference to his banging of the Hollywood starlet
" Because I want to fuck them , just as much as they fucked me. All the beautiful people, I want to let them know I havent forgotten and I can destroy them ona whimlike they destroyed me"
" But sex? and me?"
Braumstein laughed, " What better way my young friend, then to put them in their place, plus I must admit I'm not quite as virile as I used to me but I do the vicarious thrill..plus, you know the very blacklisting and stereotyping I refer to"
Tyrone nodded mutely, oh yeah, he knew/
" Tell me Mr Taylor, after all those years studying Shakespeare,Stanisvlasky, the method, years of training and discipline..tell me, how does it feel to be only audtioning for gangsters and pimps and cops?"
He hit the button there. All Hollywood saw was the skin and the stereotype. The only black people in Hollywood were Denzel and Morgan Freeman after all.
" Point made, Mr Braumstein, the question is, where do we go from here?"
Braumstein pushed a folder across the desk to Tyrone, he reached out and grabbed it and looked inside. He had to whistle at the list of names in here.
" I trust you find it to your liking, and I hope you have friends that can help"
" Oh hell yeah, Mr Braumstein, I defintely think we have a deal"
Tyrone stretched his hand across the dest and Braumstein shook it.
" But I still think I should be paying you"
The men both laughed
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Angelina Jolie
She returned to LA as quickly as she could. The movie was about to self destruct in India. Suddenly her contract was in breach, the producers were going to abandon the film, her other studio contracts were on hold. Somehow she had pissed someone off.
She received the letters and the emails to return to LA and visit the Braumstein adress to " fix the small problem" and it would be all over in a few days. She kissed Brad and the kids goodbye and told them all would be well and she'd be back by the weekend.
The summons were urgent even as form as short as LAX. She was driven home and found yet another message inviting her to a private party at the Braumstein Estate where the problem would be brushed over and he could show her how everything could be taken care of.
She dressed in a very revealling low cut black dress with a slit that went almost all the way up her side, and hugging her very generous curves. Old farts loved a litte T & A, flash a bit of her boobs, show him her shiny world famous lips and he'd probably arrange a role in Scorcese film
She pulled up to the gated estate and wandered in, the party was in full swing. But the odd thing was, there werent that man women around. But a heck of a lot of men.
The two just lay there for a while, the massive black man on top of the brunette, his spent cock slowly deflating in her now thoroughly stretched pussy, untill it slid out leaving a trail of his juices.
He sat on the couch while she fumbled slowly to her unsteady feet and slowly got into her clothes.
" Thank you Miss Garner, that will be all" said the elderly man who had sat behind a desk watching the entire show.
The willowy Jennifer Garner got up and slipped back into her clothes. She was in a numb state scarcely believing what happened. As she reached the door and after fully dressing she came back and fiushed out a card from her purse and handed it to the massive black man sitting in the chair
" Call me" she whispered and headed out the door.
The man sat on the couch with a happy stunned look.
" Do you believe me now, Mister Taylor" the elderly man asked behind the desk
" Hell yeah" he said scarcely believing he had just spent the last hour pounding the Alais star on a leather couch, " I just dont get why"
The elderly man behind the desk leaned forward and steppeld his hands together.
" Revenge, very simply Mr Taylor, revenge"
The elederly man was Abraham Braumstein, the hidden emperor of Hollywood. He was pushing 90 and had his fingers in everyones pie. While monopolies were illegal, Braumstein had controlling interests in almost every agency, studio, recording artist agency, and production company in North America. He was one man in LaLa Land you didnt want to fuck with
" I suppose you know about the McCarth witch hunts, probably more of a history lesson to you. But to me they were very real. I didnt speak, I didnt name names...but others did, my name included'
Tyrone Taylor slipped into his boxers and his jeans while Mr Braunstein talked.
" I was blacklisted, I couldnt work, no one would touch me with a 10 foot ploe. The land of Hollywoood I had loved not only turned its back on me, but destroyed my career"
Tyrone slipped the shirt over his head.
" So? You got your revenge Mr Braumstein, you own Hollywood now"
Braumstein snorted almost derisivley
" I do now, but for years I had to scrape and scheme just to keep myself alive, working shitty menial jobs while I saved money, made contacts that wouldnt rat me out. Buying my way up the back door"
Tyrone spoke again, " I understand that, but why do ..this", he was making a reference to his banging of the Hollywood starlet
" Because I want to fuck them , just as much as they fucked me. All the beautiful people, I want to let them know I havent forgotten and I can destroy them ona whimlike they destroyed me"
" But sex? and me?"
Braumstein laughed, " What better way my young friend, then to put them in their place, plus I must admit I'm not quite as virile as I used to me but I do the vicarious thrill..plus, you know the very blacklisting and stereotyping I refer to"
Tyrone nodded mutely, oh yeah, he knew/
" Tell me Mr Taylor, after all those years studying Shakespeare,Stanisvlasky, the method, years of training and discipline..tell me, how does it feel to be only audtioning for gangsters and pimps and cops?"
He hit the button there. All Hollywood saw was the skin and the stereotype. The only black people in Hollywood were Denzel and Morgan Freeman after all.
" Point made, Mr Braumstein, the question is, where do we go from here?"
Braumstein pushed a folder across the desk to Tyrone, he reached out and grabbed it and looked inside. He had to whistle at the list of names in here.
" I trust you find it to your liking, and I hope you have friends that can help"
" Oh hell yeah, Mr Braumstein, I defintely think we have a deal"
Tyrone stretched his hand across the dest and Braumstein shook it.
" But I still think I should be paying you"
The men both laughed
-------------------------------------
Angelina Jolie
She returned to LA as quickly as she could. The movie was about to self destruct in India. Suddenly her contract was in breach, the producers were going to abandon the film, her other studio contracts were on hold. Somehow she had pissed someone off.
She received the letters and the emails to return to LA and visit the Braumstein adress to " fix the small problem" and it would be all over in a few days. She kissed Brad and the kids goodbye and told them all would be well and she'd be back by the weekend.
The summons were urgent even as form as short as LAX. She was driven home and found yet another message inviting her to a private party at the Braumstein Estate where the problem would be brushed over and he could show her how everything could be taken care of.
She dressed in a very revealling low cut black dress with a slit that went almost all the way up her side, and hugging her very generous curves. Old farts loved a litte T & A, flash a bit of her boobs, show him her shiny world famous lips and he'd probably arrange a role in Scorcese film
She pulled up to the gated estate and wandered in, the party was in full swing. But the odd thing was, there werent that man women around. But a heck of a lot of men.