Annie had had enough. Sure, she wanted this job… a lot. She just didn’t want it enough to sleep with this asshole—she had her pride. She was so angry she could spit. No, she could do better. She raised her hand and slapped him across his face with all the force she could muster.
He spun a little and grabbed his cheek in shock before he turned back to stare at her. “This is—”
She glared and turned away from the table as the waiter arrived with the appetizers. She sneered back at Vicktor. “Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Rossen,” then she stormed out of the restaurant and down the street toward her car. She climbed into the driver’s seat and texted Daveed. ‘Your boss is a complete asshole’
‘Sweetie, I could have told u that’
Now, it dawned on her that she wasn’t going to get the part. It would have been a major breakthrough in her career, but at least she had the rest of the day off and got to sit at the best table in Sin Devicio’s. Too bad she didn’t get to eat the amazing food she’d heard so much about. But…she sure as hell wasn’t going to take him up on his offer, though. Arrogant bastard.
Men!
When she arrived home, she kicked off her shoes and poured herself a drink. Crap! I just slapped the famous casting director, Vic Rossen! I’ll never work in this town again! Shit! She still felt the sting on her palm from where it had connected with his smug face. Crazy bastard! I’ll show him!
She paced around her apartment and couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened, or stop cussing him out in her head. To take her mind off it, she slid off her dress, threw on a big comfy t-shirt and felt herself calming down.
Comfort and wine, works every time.
Chapter 4
When Annie had arrived in LA a few years earlier, she’d spoken with a thick southern drawl. Her acting teacher had recommended speech classes to get rid of it—or at the very least—tone it down. She’d suggested to Annie that she should stretch herself, increase her range and be more versatile. She’d assured her that she’d get better parts if she could lose the ‘twang’, so Annie practiced her lines with pebbles in her mouth until the teacher could understand every word. The voice training had worked and now, elegant syllables rolled off her tongue—except when she was mad—or having sex.
Like, right now.
She reached into the top drawer of her night stand and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She loved this one. Silky, smooth silicone with a slight curve. The bulbous tip was bigger than the shaft and it pulsed and massaged her G-spot like no man ever had. And the best part—the soft little rabbit sticking out the side that gently—or violently if needed—massaged her clit… sending her to utter oblivion. And right now was the perfect time to get oblivious.
She grabbed some lube and slicked it up, although she was still furious, her pussy was already swollen and ready. She giggled to herself.
Why does stress always make me wanna have sex? Is that like the fight or flight? And my only response is fight and fuck?
She lay back on the bed and her mind was still racing about Vic’s outrageous proposal. How could he? She gently traced the slick, vibrating tip across her clitoris, opening the soft lips of her pussy...
Who needs him, anyway?
She gently slid the vibrating dildo inside and pushed the pulse button. Sorry-son-of-a-bitch! Although she was still angry, she gasped as her battery-operated lover massaged her G-spot.
“Mmmm…..right there,” she mumbled in her thick, southern drawl. The vibrations gently tantalized her muscles and Annie knew she wasn’t going to last long with Mr. Rabbit.
She slowly withdrew then thrust it back inside.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
The vibrating sensations ran through her body like wildfire. She reached up with her other hand, rolled her nipple between her fingers and enjoyed the sensation of pleasing herself.
I don’t need a man!
Her orgasm quickly built up inside her. “Fuck… ahhh...” She held the dildo deep inside, pushed a button and heard it buzz louder as the rabbit titillated her clit. She jerked and trembled at the growing sensation. “Fuck!” she cried out and rolled back and forth on her bed as her climax came surprisingly fast and hard.
She screamed out loud as she exploded all over the purple dildo and held it tightly inside her jerking and shaking body.
For a moment, the lunch incident was forgotten as the rocking waves sent her completely into lala land—comforting her and lulling her in to peace.
Utter bliss.
Oblivion.
She held it there, trembling and panting until her orgasm subsided and her breathing finally steadied. She slid it out and laid there spent, with Mr. Rabbit lying quietly next to her. Best boyfriend ever…
She felt like she’d just been fucked by the most incredible lover. She shivered and exhaled then reached for her phone on the nightstand.
She texted Marti, her best friend back home in Mountain View.
Annie: didn’t get the part :( a-hole wanted a poa
Marti: im sorry, pls tell me u didn’t
Annie: no, im no ho
Marti: oh well… better luck nx time
Annie: sleepy now call u l8r
Marti: k lov u miss u
Annie: lov u 2 miss u
Annie turned off the phone and pulled the sheet up over her bare bottom. She thought about her battery-operated fuck session and how she always felt dirty afterwards. She really wasn’t sure why. She imagined someone was watching— witnessing her writhing on the bed, screaming bad words with a huge purple dildo pounding her pussy. She always felt sure something was going to end up on Twitter or Facebook.
Didn’t everybody do it?
She sighed and allowed the thoughts to fade away and willed herself to relax. Totally satiated, she rolled over and drifted off to sleep.
When Annie woke up several hours later, she noticed she’d slept through a call from the hospital in Georgia. The nurse had left a message that her Grandfather was stable, but had asked for her. She called the hospital immediately, but was told that Gramps was sleeping. She’d forgotten to factor in the three hour time difference, and it was his bedtime. “Can y’all please tell him, I love him and I’ll talk to him tomorrow?”
The nurse assured Annie she would, and she hung up, reassured that her Grandpa seemed to have pulled through his crisis. She’d hoped to tell him that she’d gotten a part in an important film. Sure, it would be a lie but there was no way she was going to share with him how her big audition had turned out. She pulled on some clothes and opened her laptop. She checked her bank balance and tried to figure out how she could make last night’s tips stretch to the end of the month.
Before long she closed it in disgust. “Damn you, Vic Rossen,” she moaned. That part should have been mine.
Chapter 5
Over the next few weeks, Annie’s deadline to return to Georgia came and went. With Gramps still in the rehab unit of the hospital, there wasn’t anything she could do for him, so they agreed she’d stay in LA a while longer. She continued to send out her résumé and head shots to casting directors for every film project she heard about and took as many shifts as the restaurant would give her. She still came up short at the end of the month, but she was happy to just have a job. In the rotten economy, she’d heard that some people in her acting class were eating out of dumpsters. She tried to be grateful that she hadn’t had to sink that low and just had to get rid of the bad taste in her mouth, left from her lunch with Vic Rossen.
But the casting director wouldn’t be out of her life for long. Daveed started checking in on her and they began hanging out together for the occasional coffee, or free appetizers at happy hour at a local sports bar.
“You scared me when you said you were going back to the sticks, girl,” he explained. “You could be my ticket to stardom one day, sweet-pea, and I don’t want to lose you.”
Annie liked his company and he could always make her laugh when she was feeling down. He took he
r riding on his Harley and once, she’d invited him to dinner at the restaurant where she worked. She’d never had a close male friend before and she really liked hanging out with him. They talked about everything. Auditions, Hollywood, his sordid love life—and her non-existent one.
He warned her of the players around town—some he knew and some he’d heard about, but she was most interested in what he had to say about Vic Rossen
“Even though I work for Victor, I know he’s not a man to be trusted or played, but he pays well and I’m getting the equivalent of a Master’s Degree in the business. We’re going to go places together, sweet girl. You wait and see.”
Annie laughed at the old cliché, but she appreciated Daveed’s honesty. She grew to trust him and felt she could tell him anything.
One Saturday, they met for breakfast downtown and enjoyed French toast and coffee on the veranda of his favorite café. Daveed’s eyes sparkled excitedly.
“What is it? Do you have something up your sleeve?”
“Annie… I know you’ve been auditioning forever now, and girl, I know it hurts your precious little heart when no one calls back. So—”
“Are you saying I’m not any good? That I suck?”
He waved his hand, “Oh no, honey, I think you’re all that and a bag-o-chips, but what I wanted to say, before you rudely interrupted—” he paused and smiled. A grin slid across Annie’s face, he was such a cutie. So dramatic.
“Sorry,” she shrugged, “What?”
He pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and leaned in to whisper, “Well—” he paused for effect.
“What? Tell me.”
“I decided you need some cheering up. We have an appointment with my stylist today and you, sweetie pie, are going to get your sweet, beautiful ass on that Harley and go to Hollywood with me. We’re so going to have a spa day! Hair, nails, pedi’s, the works…’cause I can’t have my best girl being all stressed out. Doesn’t look good on you. Causes wrinkles. Crow’s feet are horrendous.”
“Oh my gosh, do I really look that bad?” She sighed, but the prospect of a spa day had her grinning with delight.
“No, girl. You’re beautiful, just stressed, so eat up so we can get over there. You are going to LOVE my stylist…Jean. He’s hot, but not as hot as me, and his ass is so tight and yummy. Yes, dear. I went there, and—”
“Shhhh! Okay, I’ll go, I’ll go…just let me eat.” She couldn’t stop laughing. She was so happy to finally, have a friend in LA who truly cared enough to do something really special for her. A spa day was exactly what she needed.
While Daveed paid the check, she quickly braided her hair, stuffed it up under the light pink helmet and jumped on his Harley. She loved the feeling of the wind in her face and the vibrations of the hog as they rode into Hollywood. He finally pulled into the parking lot of an art deco building, right on the corner of Hollywood and Vine.
As he stepped down off the bike, he pulled his helmet off and warned her, “Now this is an uber-elite spa, honey. You can get anything you want here. Hair, nails, waxing, massages, anything you like—”
He lowered his voice and glanced around. “—including sex, drugs, anything you want. The front of this place is upscale, high-end, super cool—but the back—watch out—if you see something you want—even if it’s just to watch, let me know and I’ll hook you right up. They have a very discreet menu that will either make your skin crawl, or you’ll cream just looking at it.”
“Oh, well. All righty then… shit! But why didn’t you didn’t tell me all this before we came over here to your—your sex…cavern,” She said nervously, worried about what she might find inside.
“’Cause you might not have come. Look, honey, I’m not here for sex. I got a man, and I don’t do drugs. Never touched ‘em, but my man Jean is amazing with my ‘do’ and I need to get it squared up and tight. I’m just letting you know, in case you need a good fuckin’.”
He laughed when she blushed and his eyes twinkled in the sunlight as he ushered her in through the huge glass front door.
The trendy décor surprised Annie. The room was bright with tropical plants everywhere and the sweet smell of lavender and mint filled the room which helped to put her at ease. Curious, she looked around to see if there was any back alley stuff happening, but it looked like a typical upscale spa, devoted to pampering women. She took a deep breath, exhaled and felt relieved. Good, ‘because all the shit he just told me outside worries me. Her nervousness subsided as Daveed walked over to the front desk and checked them in.
A gorgeous man flung out his arms and cooed, “Daveed! My lovely, you have arrived at last! Oh…what a fright! You have let yourself go.”
Annie realized he must be the Jean, Daveed had praised earlier. Then he came over to Annie, his French accent oozing out of his mouth. “And who pray tell me, is this pretty mademoiselle who has graced my presence?”
Daveed laughed. “Knock it off, Jean. She’s my friend, Annie, I told you about. We have to get her all sexed up and beautiful,” he said giving Annie a conspiratorial wink.
Annie gasped, her eyes opened wide. “Sexed up? Oh, hell no! I’m not here to get sexed up. I thought we were getting ‘squared up’, Daveed, not ‘sexed up’. Y’all are about half crazy!” Annie’s eyes were huge—she wondered what Daveed had in store for her—but was terrified to ask.
He laughed. “Don’t worry, girlfriend. We just frontin’…and Jean….” He looked at the hairdresser “I have NOT let myself go. I’m the finest thing in here, so hook me up.
“Daveed, Daveed. You are so beetchy, like a girl. You, you are just like a leetle girl. Beetch.” Jean grimaced. Annie quickly saw that he loved Daveed, and even more so, he loved to tease him.
Annie laughed under her breath and whispered to Daveed, “Beetch?”
They talked and laughed as Jean cut, colored and styled their hair and at Jean’s suggestion, Annie agreed to some lowlights put on her dark hair.
Beautiful men and women appeared at regular intervals to pamper her, and Daveed said, “Relax and enjoy it, sweetie.”
They filed her nails and painted her toes. She was in the lap of luxury and very grateful to Daveed for bringing her.
“Girl, I need a wax. You with me?”
“Y–you wax?”
“Hell yeah! Girl, my junk is clean! Smooth as a baby’s butt. Wanna see?” He laughed and watched her eyes go big. “Oh, God. No, you don’t wanna see, not right now anyway. I’ll show you after Michael does his amazing work. Hope my...” he looked down at his crotch, “...well, let’s just say, I hope he behaves himself, Michael is so fucking hot.”
“TMI, Daveed, TMI. And no, I don’t wanna see—now or ever. That’s just wrong on so many levels. So, let’s get on it. It’s getting late. I’m getting hungry, as well.”
Daveed hollered over at Jean who was busy talking with a new customer. “Jean, baby. Can you order us some takeout? We’ll be in the back.”
“Ah, yes. Now I am zee beetch,” he laughed, and picked up the phone to order Chinese.
Annie nervously walked into the back room, a little excited and scared of what she’d find. A beautiful black woman with long braids and smooth dark skin grabbed her hand and escorted her to the esthetician’s private room. She heard Michael and Daveed giggling, as the lady shut the door.
The room was very pleasant, but not what Annie had expected. In reality, she didn’t know what to expect. She’d never done this before. For now, she decided to take the bull by the horns and indulge in a day devoted to pampering her body. Soft music played through the speakers and there was a clinical looking table in the middle of the room. The lights were dimmed to a soft glow and the woman handed her a glass of red wine.
“To calm your nerves,” she explained as Annie took the glass. “What are we doing today, miss?”
“Uhm, a wax.” Annie was nervous as she’d never waxed her pubes before—just shaved.
“First time?”
Annie nodded and the woman smi
led kindly. “My name is Sara and don’t worry, I’ll walk you through this. We have many different types of body and genital waxing… bikini, Brazilian, landing strip—do you know what you want?”
“Everything gone, please,” she said nervously and she felt her throat tighten up.
“Okay, Brazilian it is. Please remove your panties, you can set them over there, and let me see what we have to work with.”
“M – m – my panties?”
“Well, honey, how do you think I can wax you properly if you’re coochie is covered in panties?”
“Oh yeah, right.” She felt a little embarrassed, but Annie slid her panties off and sat on the table.
“Your robe, too. Don’t be shy—I do this all the time. I’ll cover your private parts.”
Annie slipped off her robe, while Sara covered everything from the waist up. She ran her thumb over Annie’s mound. “Perfect, just enough growth for the wax to grab onto and then I’ll simply pull them out. You will notice a little sting, but I have a topical spray that will dull the pain.”
Annie lie back on the table, and felt the cool spray between her legs. She exhaled and thought about Daveed getting his dick waxed. She was glad she wasn’t the only one going through this humiliation. He was a funny guy, she valued him as a friend, but she didn’t know too much about his lifestyle. She learned new things every day.
She felt a warm sensation on top of her mound and she cringed—she wasn’t sure she could do this.
R – I – I – I – I – P! She jumped, “Owww!”
“You okay?”
After her hesitant nod, Sara applied more wax and then R – I – I – I – I – P! Thankfully, that one was not so bad and the anesthetic spray was finally starting to work.
Annie spread her legs so Sarah could wax her lips and with a few more pulls, she was asked to roll over with her butt in the air.
“What? You want my butt in the air?”
“Yes, hon, and cheeks spread.”
Annie rolled over and did as she was told. She felt bare and vulnerable knowing Sara was looking at her most intimate parts very closely. She squeezed her eyes shut as the warm wax was applied along her ass hole and gritted her teeth—preparing for the worst.
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