by Stephens, L.
As Violet sat next to Jake on his couch, rabbiting on about some crap Jake had zero interest in, he didn’t fail to notice that her tits were fucking exploding out of her white button-down. Her push-up bra was doing a lot of legwork and her shirt was barely buttoned up and obviously two sizes too small, but Jake wasn’t complaining. In fact, he was deeply considering making a very bad move. It seemed to Jake that female coke dealers went out of their way to be overly friendly and sexually attainable, just like bartenders. They wanted you to want them. They wanted you to come back. They wanted you to give them money, even if their product was shit. That’s not saying they were easy, far from it. They were probably the least obtainable females you would ever meet. On top of their strictly-business work ethic, they usually had some loser at home playing video games while they were out hustling, some loser who treated them like shit, but for some reason they loved looking after them. Jake guessed that was what she was complaining about, but her tits were making a much louder statement, and he found himself shaking his head to regain focus and not get caught in a creepy leer.
“You okay?” Violet asked. “You don’t look so hot, man.”
Fuck, Jake thought, she caught me. She also called me “man”, giving me the “we are bros” reminder, not the “we could possibly fuck” hint.
“Yeah, sorry,” Jake said as he leaned back on the couch moving out of her tits’ line of sight. “I had a big fucking night. I’m still re-gathering my forces.”
“Oh, I totally understand,” Violet said as she positioned herself so she was facing him again. Her tits were like the Death Star’s tractor beam. “You want to do a bump or two with me?”
Fuck, I need to marry this chick, Jake thought as he leaned forward and got close to her face. This was his riposte, his retaliation and also a great way to get her fucking tits out of his eye line while still talking to her.
“Fuck, yeah let’s do some,” he said with a half-smile. “I’ll just get a ball from you. Pour some out of that.”
“It’s okay, baby,” Violet said as she retreated a little from his orbit. “I got you.”
Jake saw her move away, but he knew it wasn’t from repulsion. She had gotten a little shy. She thought she had the upper hand but then he had made a strong move into her territory.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jake said. “I think a ball is more than enough for me, just take some out that.”
“I said, no,” Violet said with a smile and dug her fingers into her jeans pocket. “You’re one of my favorites. I want to look after you.”
Jake ignored the comment, and he didn’t follow her fingers as they pulled a small vial from her pocket. He just kept eye contact – it was like trying not to look in Medusa’s eyes. He could feel his heart racing and his breathing get shallow, and he hoped beyond hope that she couldn’t tell. She looked up from the vial to see he was still looking at her face, and he saw her falter a little. Her little ruse to get him looking at her tits again hadn’t worked. This little game she was trying to run on him wasn’t working. It actually built up his confidence, and he felt his heart rate slow and his breathing return to normal, but in the back of his mind he knew there was something going on. They’d had a purely business relationship up until this point, and now she was being flirty and seductive, but whatever it was, Jake was liking it. Who wouldn’t like a spinner with amazing tits who sold them coke and was fun and flirty?
“Is that one of those bullet chamber things?’ Jake said, looking to the vial in her hand. “I fucking hate those things. I can never get them to work! It’s either nothing comes out or everything zooms up my nose in one hit, which isn’t a bad thing, but you know.”
Jake’s eyes rack-focused, and the clear yellow vial in Violet’s hand blurred as her juicy tits came into absolute focus again. He could see the thin blue veins on the surface of her porcelain white skin, and he could feel his cock slowly turning to stone. Medusa had caught him in a gaze.
“Jake, I thought you were a pro!” Violet laughed. “All this time you’ve been lying to me?”
“I guess I have,” Jake said, looking up to her eyes. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Secrets?” Violet said with a wink. “I’m good at those.”
Fuck me, Jake thought. She was quick, and she was killing him right now. He hadn’t been involved in this kind of flirty banter with someone since… since her. Immediately, Jake felt the nagging dread reappear, but this time it was tenfold, and he almost moved away from Violet. Jake was rattled. He didn’t know why she was coming back into his mind today. The message on the mirror wasn’t that deep and meaningful. It was just a sweet reminder; it wasn’t life changing. He needed to get his mind off her. Maybe a bad move was the perfect antidote.
“Secrets?” Jake responded with a forced smile. “My whole life is built on secrets.”
He didn’t know what that meant. He just hoped she could find it clever or flirtatious or anything other than dumb, which is exactly how he felt after he blurted it out.
“Okay,” Violet said as she squinted at him. “Let me show you. It’s really quite easy.”
She placed her fingers over the top and bottom of the vial and shook it. The cocaine inside it that was once a clump broke loose into fine granules. Jake was mesmerized. She didn’t raise the demonstration to his eye level like a normal person would. She kept it right in front of her tits, making sure Jake was watching as her tits jiggled.
“Once all the blow is powder,” Violet said, dumbing it down for Jake, “you turn it upside down and turn this knob on the side. It scoops a perfect amount. Then you turn it back over and you’re good to go.”
She turned the knob slowly, and Jake watched intently. He knew how to do it. She knew he knew how to do it, but this was a mating ritual, and they both needed to go through the motions.
“Alright, now come forward,” Violet said, motioning Jake to bring his head towards the vial and her tits. “I think you know what to do from here.”
Jake knew she didn’t mean motorboat the fuck out of her tits. He wasn’t stupid. He was definitely thinking with his cock right then, but he wasn’t stupid. Without skipping a beat, Jake leaned forward and put his nose to the vial and took a big snort, all the while taking in the beautiful sight of her juicy tits that were a couple inches from his face.
“That work?” Violet asked with a grin as she watched Jake pull his head back and clear his nasal cavity with another snort. “Are you sold?”
Jake laughed, that hit of coke had been top five – not because of the quality or the method of ingestion, but because of the sublime tits in his face.
“Yeah, it was good,” Jake answered, establishing eye contact. “But for me, the ritual, you know, the process of putting a line down and snorting it, will always be the best way. It’s like they say, you can’t fix it if it ain’t broke.”
Violet looked at him again with her squinting eyes. He could feel her judging him but before he blurted out something stupid to make her feel like she had done a good job, she turned the knob and started shaking the vial again.
“Okay, let’s try it your way,” Violet whispered. “You ready to go again?”
“Yeah,” Jake whispered back.
She unbuttoned the one button that looked like the load-bearing button of the shirt, and somehow her tits got even bigger. She pushed one side of her shirt off her shoulder and deftly tapped the vial onto her now free tit, making a perfect line across it.
“Oh my fucking God,” Jake said in awe.
“Well?” Violet whispered.
Jake leaned in, slowly this time. He wanted to savor it. This was going to be a full course meal not just an appetizer. He slipped his hand onto her side and brought her a little closer to him as he placed his cheek on her tit. The softness almost made his cock tear through his jeans, and he slowly snorted the line she had set in front of him. He could smell her. It was a mix of sweet perfume and a hint of musky body odor. She was nervous. This wasn’t a planned att
ack. After he had finished it, he didn’t linger. He simply raised his head so their faces were mere inches from each other.
“Better, huh?” Violet asked as she bit her lip. “I think you missed a bit.”
“No, I fucking didn’t,” Jake said with a smile.
Jake leaned in and so did Violet, their mouths joining carefully at first before aggressively gaining territory on each other.
@KillingJake those fucking tits are juuuuiiiiicccyyyyyyy #FromTopFiveToTopOne
CHAPTER 22: RAVENOUS
As Ryan walked through the maze of cubicles and hallways, he thanked fuck he had an office. He wouldn’t be able to get away with any of the shit he did if they put him in a cubicle, and he was pretty sure that’s exactly what they were going to do to him next. Put him in a tiny box in the middle of everybody, shame him and wait for him to well and truly seal his own fate or walk out, whichever came first. The social media team was on the eighth and top floor of F.T.A., and Ryan rarely dealt with them in person. An email usually sufficed. He loathed going up there. It was a reminder that he was a dinosaur about to become extinct. His cloak-and-dagger-type methods to secure roles for his clients were running out of steam. Everyone he relied on was slowly being ejected from the business courtesy of the #MeToo movement. His days were numbered, but Ryan wasn’t mad about it. He’d had his fun and had gotten away with a lot of shit. He assumed when they did come for him, it would not be a direct hit, aimed at him. He would just be the guy standing next to the target, collateral damage. There was no real value in taking him down. He had no power; there would be no headline, just a lawsuit and F.T.A.’s name being mentioned for a hot second before fading back into further obscurity.
Trade magazines like Variety and The Hollywood Reporter used to be the gospel, the only places where if you saw a story you knew it was true(ish). Now, the business was all online. There were a hundred different websites where Ryan could seed a story and use the social media team to help it grow until it was an out-of-control forest fire. One hundred thousand likes on a selfie and five hundred shares of a bull shit story he had written were more bang for a buck than any back-alley deal. F.T.A. had thirty college students and slackers getting paid ten dollars an hour to work around the clock to drive the traffic, and Ryan used them well.
“Night, Ryan!” a tall, gangly nerd said as he passed Ryan in the hallway. “Jessica Raven is already trending on twitter in the L.A. area!”
“Great!” Ryan called over his shoulder. “Let’s make it the U.S. next.”
Ryan pressed the down button for the elevator and looked around the sea of cubicles he imagined he would call home within a matter of weeks. He had an idea why Jessica hadn’t answered Angie calls, and before he tried from his cellphone, he needed to give her no choice but to answer, and that’s where the social media team came in. He needed to leak the story of Jessica being confirmed in the role he had just secured for her, even if she hadn’t said “yes” yet. It’s for her own good, he thought. That fucking bitch needs this. I fucking need this.
Ryan stepped out of the elevator into the basement parking lot that served F.T.A.. Except for his Corvette and a few clunkers that he assumed belonged to the social media team, it was practically empty. His car was the perfect characterization of him. It was too new to be a classic and too old to be cool. He wasn’t stupid. If he had gotten something classic or new, it wouldn’t have made him seem any cooler. If anything, it would have amplified his creepiness, so he just stuck with what worked.
“Have a good weekend, Ryan!” a cute, short and stacked social media girl said as she walked towards the elevator.
“Err, have a good weekend, um...” Ryan stuttered. “Don’t work too late!”
“I won’t!” the cute, short and stacked social media girl replied.
“Oooh,” Ryan whispered as he watched her walk away. “I’d just put her on her knees and jam my cock in to that little midwestern mouth of hers. I’d just cum so fucking hard on her face, oh my God!”
He didn’t realize he had started stroking his cock over his pants and quickly snapped out of the lust trance he had succumbed to. His head swiveled to the security cameras he knew were looking down on him and quickly made it look like he was having trouble pulling his keys out of his pocket.
“Strike three,” Ryan whispered.
He waited till she entered the elevator before he hit the fob to unlock the door of his car. She most likely knew which car was his, but he didn’t want to make a scene out of it. His car was parked in the darkest corner of the basement. He had made sure it was out of view of the cameras, even though his windows were so heavily tinted no one could see inside. Ryan opened the door and put the script and contracts on the passenger seat. His car smelled like sex. Well, it smelled like his cum and Miss Iowa’s perfume, and he considered pulling out his iPad and jerking off to some porn before he hit the road, but he wanted to see where the phone call he was about to make would lead him.
Ryan drove up the ramp and stopped short of the large garage doors as they slowly opened. He pressed a button on his dash and the roof of the convertible popped open and began folding back on itself. It was another gloriously cool night in L.A., and Ryan wanted to feel the fresh air on his head, and, most importantly, driving around with the top down made him feel like a big shot. He pushed Jessica’s contact on his cell phone, and it began to ring.
“Yes, Ryan?” Jessica said stiffly.
“Oh, you’re going to answer me now, huh?” Ryan asked brightly as he pulled the car out onto the street.
“Well you didn’t give me much choice, did you?” Jessica said with a sigh. “Planting that story that I had signed on to that piece of shit movie was a real dick move.”
“You made me do it!” Ryan laughed. “I’ve been trying to call you all afternoon.”
“My lawyer told me not to talk to you anymore,” Jessica said. “He is drawing up a restraining order against you.”
Ryan pulled up at a red light and slapped the steering wheel. Jessica was the biggest star in his stable and the only one who did pretty much anything for the right price.
“Are you fucking serious?” Ryan squealed. “I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you, Jessica!”
The heads of the family in the car next to him turned, and Ryan unceremoniously gave them the finger.
“We both know that’s a complete lie,” Jessica said. “I know you leaked that sex tape. I know you leaked those rumors that caused all those problems on my last movie, and I know you’ve been skimming off the top of all those dates you made me do.”
“Come on, Jessica,” Ryan pleaded. “I’m just doing my fucking job. I’ve been batting for you as long as I’ve known you. No one has got you as many roles as I have.”
“Yeah and no one has fucked me over as many times either!” Jessica insisted. “I’m not going to do this film, Ryan. I’m gonna let the news die down, and then I’m going to bow out, quietly.”
“Jessica, you fucking do that and I’ll fucking ruin you! Trust me!” Ryan hissed. “You’re going to do this fucking movie, and after that you can do whatever the fuck you want. You owe me. I know things. I know everything!”
The light turned green, and Ryan sped off. He knew, that she knew, he wasn’t kidding.
“Look, I’m sorry, Jessica,” he continued. “We’re friends! You know as much about me as I do about you. We’re in this together. This business just makes everyone into enemies. Let’s just get through this movie and you won’t have to deal with me again. I promise!”
Ryan had to check that she was still there. He was in uncharted territory. He had never seen her this pissed before, talking to lawyers. It all sounded scary to Ryan, the last acts of a desperate woman. She had never even let him touch her, but he knew she could totally #MeToo him and bring down a lot of his clients. He had to play it cool. This was getting serious. Some of the clients that Jessica had serviced wouldn’t end his career, they would end his life.
“Jessica...?�
�� he whispered. “You there, babe? Talk to me.”
“Don’t you call me babe,” Jessica interrupted. “And don’t call me ever again. We’re done, you fucking slime ball!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hang up!” Ryan pleaded. “Please.”
“Ryan,” Jessica said, exasperated. “This is not fair. You’ve treated me like a prize pig for way too long. You don’t own me anymore. Just leave me alone.”
None of this made sense to Ryan. She was an actress. She wanted to be wanted. There was no way she was going to pass on a film. She obviously was just playing hard to get.
“Just read the script. That’s all I’m asking, I swear. This rewrite is a lot better. I really think you could make this part something special. You always bring an extra dimension to every role,” he rambled. “I’ll get the social media team to pull the articles right away.”
“Okay, Ryan, enough with the bullshit. I’ll read it,” she said softly. “But I’m not promising anything. This is just a courtesy to the filmmakers. You can go fuck yourself!”
“Great, you won’t regret this! I’m on my way over, okay?” Ryan beamed. “I got the script and the contracts with me.”
“Do not come here tonight!” Jessica stressed. “Tomorrow afternoon is fine. Just leave it on my doorstep. I don’t want to see you!”
Ryan punched the air with his fist as he drove down the 101 freeway. All was not lost. The deal was alive, and so was he.
