by Stephens, L.
CHAPTER 23: FADING STAR
Jessica’s first house was so cute. When she went back to her small town, you know, the one she was so eager to get away from, she told her friends all about it, and they all died of jealousy. That alone was worth the price tag. It had been a present to herself for starring in a feature film. By then she’d already had a few good supporting parts on her IMDB page, which had her living a good life, but this was her first real role, her first real check. It was a modest two-bedroom bungalow at the base of Griffith Park, and it was all hers. But it wasn’t the end of her dreams. It was just the beginning.
When her next film won the Thanksgiving weekend box office, she’d added a five-bedroom mini mansion in Woodland Hills to her portfolio. Within ten years the mortgage was underwater and the big roles she had banked on coming in had gone to younger versions of herself. She sold the mini mansion and moved back to the bungalow. Her career was on the decline and showed no signs of stopping. Through an industry friend, she’d found a new agent and things seemed to improve. He got her some parts, and he introduced her to rich men who had a penchant for celebrities, and that’s how Jessica Raven found herself being represented by Ryan Pinkerton.
“Fucking Ryan,” Jessica groaned as she took a big slug of her cabernet sauvignon.
By the time she’d realized what was happening it was too late. The number of dicks she was sucking to get a part seriously outweighed the amount of parts she was actually getting. At least when she was fucking and sucking for money, it was guaranteed quid pro quo.
Fucking for money was easier than acting, but it definitely wasn’t smooth sailing. The last few times had been rough. She had been choked unconscious by a jealous girlfriend in New York, stiffed on the check by a scam artist in Las Vegas and woke up in a drunk and pilled-out haze to a guy shitting on her chest in Abu Dhabi. The whole business was starting to leave a foul taste in her mouth, so getting back into acting was always her goal. Surprisingly, the sex tape had opened the door to a whole bunch of new fans, and she was no longer seen as the beautiful wholesome girl. Jessica Raven was now the bad girl, the vixen, the bitch.
“Ryan. Fucking. Pinkerton,” Jessica muttered as she took a bigger gulp of her cabernet sauvignon.
Love had always been the role she could never acquire, no matter how many dicks she sucked or fingers she planted up the guy’s ass as he was about to cum. Her leading men were too vain or gay. The movie executives always had an ulterior motive, and everyone else loved her for who she played on screen, not for her. Things had changed since she had looked in the mirror and washed the shit from her chest. There was someone new in her life now, someone real. It wasn’t official, and he didn’t even live in Los Angeles, but he was beautiful and he was famous and he rocked her world.
“Fuck that asshole,” Jessica slurred as she finished the last glass of cabernet sauvignon.
Candles littered the room, creating a soft and beautiful glow. A trail of petals led all the way to the bed. No one had ever done this for her. Sadly, this was all her own doing. Movie posters of her films, framed magazine covers and photos filled the room. It was a veritable shrine to Jessica Raven. She lay on the bed, wearing a new outfit she had gotten from Trashy Lingerie on La Cienega Blvd. Any man who saw her in this would be putty in her hands and she knew it. She had squeezed into a black satin and lace corset. Her skin was like ivory in contrast to it. Underwear had been dismissed as pointless. She didn’t want anything separating her womb from his seed. Thigh high black fishnet stockings paired with a white suspender belt completed the look. Her long black hair was like silk. She had spent five hours and a good chunk of her last royalty check on the best stylist in L.A. to give her the full red-carpet look, but she wasn’t even going to leave the bungalow.
When they had met he had lied and said he wasn’t familiar with her work, but she knew the truth. There was no way one of the best quarterbacks in the country would want to talk to her or do anything with her, other than to fulfill his fantasies. If an average Joe or businessman wanted to do the same, they would have to pay big money, but this was Brad Green and she would have paid him. There were a couple hiccups in her master plan to have him all for herself: he had a pregnant wife, he lived in another state and he had those goddamn Christian values. None of that phased her, though. Jessica Raven was adamant: he would be hers, one way or another.
Tonight was the night. Her menstrual cycle was in peak baby-making mode, and even if he tried to pull a condom from his pocket, she had a bucket of ice standing ready to freeze those little Brad Greens in carbonite. To make sure she was completely ready for the task at hand, she had secured the services of a shady fertilization expert. He had helped her increase her chances of pregnancy and was on standby to also implement the backup plan of filling her with little Brads at a moment’s notice. There was no way in hell she wasn’t waking up in bed with her new baby daddy. She had a plan C too. An array of hidden cameras had been placed around the room, all on record and streaming to a server somewhere in Silicon Valley. She didn’t know what the cloud was, but by the end of the night, there would be video on it of her being fucked doggy style by the hottest quarterback in the world. Ryan had actually given her the idea for this, but she’d had to enlist someone else to get it done. She knew all too well that Ryan would have fucked her on the deal and most likely leaked the tape himself. He didn’t even know she was seeing him because he would tried to use the information against her, Brad Green or for his own nefarious purposes.
Jessica had met him in the off-season during the Cannes Film Festival. She hadn’t been there doing promotion for a film. She had been getting a jump start on the European summer circuit that a lot of female celebrities did. In the business, it was called “yachting.” On the surface, it looked like she was on an opulent vacation: the expensive boat, the beautiful location and the happy smiles on Instagram. But the reality was she was a bought-and-paid-for sex guest, courtesy of her disgusting little middleman, Ryan Pinkerton.
“Disgusting fucking worm,” Jessica slurred as she poured another large glass, this time pinot noir.
She had been with a Swiss banker when she had met Brad at an intimate party on a luxury yacht. She had instantly foregone her meal ticket to spend the weekend in bed with him in a cozy hotel suite on the French Riviera. He barely even knew how to fuck, but over the course of the weekend she had trained him well, so well he had actually called her back. Ryan had been pissed, but there was nothing he could even do about it. He needed her as much as she needed him, and after tonight that would be less than zero. The attention he had made for her on social media tonight had been very exciting for her, though she would never tell him that. She was always going to accept the role he had gotten her. Reading the script wasn’t going to change that. Jessica just needed him to sweat a little and realize that she was not his little pay-to-play fuck doll anymore.
“Goodbye, forever, Ryan Pinkerton,” Jessica said as she took another sip of her pinot noir.
CHAPTER 24: WHILE YOU’RE DOWN THERE
Jake had played the game pretty well. He had done a line off her tit and had proceeded to make out with her, and he had even unleashed her tits even further by unhooking her bra and letting them bruise his eye sockets.
† You all thought Violet was a dream, didn’t you? No one is that seductive in real life, right? †
It had been fun, a good solid seven minutes of sucking tits, making out and squeezing her thick ass, all while she grinded the fuck out of his cock through his jeans.
“Damn girl, you got to let the little guy, free,” Jake said with a laugh as he grabbed his swollen member through his jeans.
“Did I hurt him?” Violet said, jumping off of Jake and onto her knees.
“A little,” Jake admitted.
Violet pushed Jake’s hand out of the way and feverishly unzipped his fly and pulled his skin-tight jeans off. Jake noted that for a small girl she had a lot of upper body strength, but he still helped her by lifting h
is butt off the couch so she could pull his jeans down easier. She got his jeans to his knees, and he looked down at her cute face. She had a couple piercings in her nose that he hadn’t even noticed before, her tits being definitely way shinier. As she slid her hands up his thighs towards his cock, it pulsed in his boxers as if it was waving at her to come and get him. She grabbed two hands full of boxers on either side of his dick and used them to pull herself up, her massive tits now rested on top of Jake’s crotch, and his dick pulsed again, but this time it had nowhere to go. The weight of her tits kept it on lockdown.
“Fuck,” Jake moaned as he tilted his head back and waited for what he knew was coming next.
Ten seconds passed but there was no movement, no progression. Her tits felt awesome on his dick, but he had already watched that episode, and he was ready for the next one, and he didn’t want to wait till next week. He wanted to binge the fuck out of the series right fucking now. He finally gave up waiting and looked down to see why he had been put on pause. Violet wasn’t moving. She was just looking up at him, her large eyes glistening as she licked her lips.
“You okay?” Jake asked slowly.
“Yeah I’m fine,” she said sheepishly. “I just want to ask you a question before we go any further.”
Oh fuck, Jake thought, a million possible questions running though his mind as he felt his cock immediately lose its rigidness. He reached forward and touched the side of her face gently.
“Hon, we don’t have to do this. Let’s just fuck, okay?” Jake said as he leaned in to kiss her mouth.
She accepted his kiss for a moment before pulling back a couple inches.
“When was the last time you spoke to Julie?” she whispered.
Jake was taken aback. Beyond the first time or two he had gotten blow off Violet, Julie’s name hadn’t been mentioned. He had almost forgotten that Julie was the one who had introduced them in the first place.
“What has she got to do with you putting my cock in your mouth?” Jake asked stiffly.
“We kinda had a falling out,” Violet admitted.
Jake felt uneasy. She was asking about Julie, like Julie was some sort of middleman in the process, but most importantly she wasn’t sucking his dick. Hell, she didn’t have to suck his dick really, he’d honestly take a titty fuck at this point—even though they were the biggest scam in human history.
“Well, that sucks, I guess,” he said nonchalantly as he ran his hand through his hair, trying to be seductive, trying to get her back to business. “You know me and Julie have never fucked, right? We’re just friends, always have been.”
“I know,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve been dating Julie for the last six months. She told me all about you. She’s very fond of you, like, I think she’s in love with you.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jake said, breathing out a large breath. “Okay, what is this? Is this some sort of revenge? Cause, darling, if you’re going to use me as some sort of retaliation against Julie, let’s at least fuck, ‘cause trust me, I have no problem fucking you and those amazing tits. Loyalty is the last thing on my mind right now.”
“You really think I’m going to fuck you?” Violet spat, laughing. “I just want to know if she’s been talking about me.”
“Well, jump up here and I’ll tell you,” Jake said as he grabbed her by her arms and lifted her on top of him.
“No, you obviously aren’t as close I thought you were,” she said as she shifted her weight on top of him. “Pity, it could have been kinda fun.”
Violet tapped Jake lightly on the cheek with the palm of her hand and picked up her bra from beside him and started putting it on.
“You serious?” Jake asked, pushing both his hands through his hair, this time out of amazement not seduction. “All that flirting and sexiness was all a ruse? Fuck, dude, I would have told you if you just asked. Your fucking tits in that shirt had me losing my mind. I would have snitched on my own mother.”
“You’re cute, Jake but I was never going to fuck you,” Violet said as she buttoned up her shirt. “You know, you’re the first guy I’ve even made out with in about two years, and I think I’m good for a while now.”
“That’s a little mean spirited,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. “What exactly was that dog and pony show all about, anyway? The more I think about it, the more insane it is. From what you just said, I’m the only one who got something out of it, and, believe me, I’m pretty happy. I guess you don’t know men that well. We’re pretty simple. Everything we do in life is to get laid. That’s our common objective, and as I said if you had just asked me and given me the hint that answering your simple question could get me laid, I would have spilled the beans in a second. To tell the truth, Julie is just a casual friend. I didn’t even know she liked girls. Of course I had a suspicion because she wouldn’t fuck me, but I’m no Adonis. I haven’t even seen her since she introduced me to you. She lives in fucking Venice for fuck’s sake. I think I’ve been to Vegas more times in the last year than I have been to the west side. But anyway, I’m sorry. I feel bad, I thought it was a mutual attraction.”
Violet watched his coke-fueled rambling, but didn’t offer him an easy out. Jake reached around the back and rubbed her ass gently, wishing, hoping the soft caresses might make her change her mind and give him a shot at the title, but she just shrugged her shoulders and reached in her pocket.
“Here,” she said as she tossed an eight ball of cocaine in a small sealed plastic baggy onto Jake’s chest. “Obviously, I don’t want to see you again. So you can take that for free and let’s call it even.”
“You sure?” he said as he picked up the bag and instinctively shook it by the seal. “Seems like I should be paying you double.”
“Just do me a favor,” she said as she got off him. “If you hear from Julie, tell her I’m thinking of her.”
“What?” Jake spat. “What did you say?”
“Tell Julie I’m thinking of her.” Violet said as she buttoned up her shirt.
It wasn’t the exact phrase, but it was still fucking haunting him. Jake didn’t respond. He was never going to tell Julie about this shit. It was way too weird, and he still wanted to fuck her. Plus, with this newfound knowledge about Julie’s sexuality, a three way with some rando was next on his agenda. One thing was for sure: Jake was going to be visiting the west side and his old friend Julie very soon.
The click-clack of Violet’s heels made a cool rhythm on the hardwood floor as she walked out of Jake’s apartment. He sat on the couch and watched her ass sway side to side, and his dick got hard just thinking about the seven minutes in heaven he had spent fooling around with her.
With his pants already down to his knees, his boxers joined them as soon as he heard the door close. He didn’t take his time or pull up Brazzers on his phone. He just mixed thoughts of himself and Violet with thoughts of himself and Julie and Violet, with thoughts of himself and Julie, and he blew a load into the Jack In The Box napkins that he had quickly grabbed from the scattered pile on the coffee table. It wasn’t his most glamorous moment but it felt good.
Jake pulled his pants up before he poured out the contents of the eight ball onto the coffee table. It was a little Rocky Balboa, so with one quick movement Jake pulled the razor blade necklace from around his neck and started chopping it up.
@KillingJake sometimes the biggest blue balls turn into the whitest 8 balls #SoFuckingJuicy #SupVeniceImComingForYa
CHAPTER 25: TABLE FOR ONE
If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito.
― Dalai Lama XIV
It was the number one restaurant in Los Angeles two years in a row, a great place to eat and an even better place to be seen. Sarah and David had managed to score a table last minute, but it wasn’t in the exclusive section of the restaurant. They weren’t big enough stars for that. The exclusive white room, as it was ironically called, wasn’t really a room. It was more like another level that was only two feet higher t
han the rest of the restaurant, so everyone who was in there could look down on everyone else. There was a movie star in her line of sight. She had known him when he was just the loud guy in her acting class. She had also known him when he waited tables at a place not too different from this. He was entertaining a group of his newfound friends and lackeys. After all, their forced laughs at his terrible stories were paying for their meals. She’d always known that he’d make it. He wasn’t a bad actor, and it didn’t hurt that he had a knack for sucking the dick of any willing participant in a ten-mile radius, either.
Sarah looked away from the movie star. She couldn’t bear it anymore, and she found herself in the mirror that ran the length of the wall. Alone—check. Unhappy—check. Wishing she was somewhere else—check. This was supposed to be a happy occasion, but her frown was extreme. She did her best to remove it from her face. She couldn’t believe she was practicing a fake smile in the middle of a restaurant. Her life was supposed to be perfect right now. Sarah took a long sip of her wine and it turned into a chug. She was being negative, and she hated that more than anything. The wine hit the spot, but she thought about moving to liquor for her next drink. She needed a little more Dutch courage, but mostly she needed more alcohol.
Along with the movie star, she could also see David. He was standing in the courtyard with his cellphone to his ear, gesturing wildly with his free hand, exactly like he had been doing for the past thirty minutes. To her embarrassment, the waiter had come past a few times to check on her and to see if they should bring the main courses out. After telling the waiter twice to hold off for ten minutes, she had given up and told him to just bring the meals. She felt bad for him. The longer they took at dinner, the fewer tables he could serve, meaning the less tips he could earn, and she knew David was going to tip like shit. Sarah finished her glass of wine, and before she had placed the glass back on the table the waiter had appeared before her.
