by Rose Black
“I just knew you were an actress. You have an aura about you, a magnetism.” He said it with total confidence, with the air of someone who knew what he was talking about.
“You really think so?” I asked. It was the nicest thing anyone had said to me in months, and I hadn’t realized how desperately I’d needed a compliment. I felt myself sitting up a little bit straighter.
“Oh, absolutely.” He gave a sage nod as he sipped his drink. His eyes traveled over me, taking in every inch of me. I tried not to shrink under his scrutinizing gaze.
“Well, thank you for saying so. I really needed to hear it tonight.” I admitted, and gave him a shy smile. “Let’s just hope a casting director at an audition agrees with you, and soon. I’m going to have to move back home to Iowa if I don’t catch a break.” I took a long sip of my martini. The taste was definitely growing on me.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that.” Dante waved a hand, his watch glinting in the light. It was bright platinum and obviously very expensive. “I see girls every day who are trying to make it. Most of them are missing that special something, that spark. But not you. You’ve got it.”
I perked up at that.
“Oh, do you work in the movie business?” I asked, my eyes wide and hopeful. Oh, wouldn’t that just be something? Maybe my luck was finally turning around.
“Yes, I’m a producer.” He nodded. His blue eyes studied me for a moment, blazing with intensity. It was unnerving, the way he was staring, sizing me up. It almost felt like he was looking through me, right to my soul. Then he gave me a dazzling grin.
“And come to think of it, we’re holding auditions tomorrow for something I think you might be perfect for.”
“Really?” I asked, and I couldn’t hide the hope in my voice. “Oh, that would just be amazing!” I clasped my hands together in front of my chest.
I watched as Dante produced a business card and a sleek Mont Blanc pen from his jacket’s inner pocket.
“Yes, I’d really love it if you could come,” He said, and scribbled something on the back of the card. “Here’s my card. It’s got all my info on it, and I wrote the studio address on the back. The audition is at eight o’clock tomorrow night.” He handed me the card.
“Of course I’ll come!” I said, glancing down at the elegant business card. “Oh, I’m so glad that I met you. You have no idea. I really, really needed this.” I gushed, before I could stop myself. Between the alcohol and my excitement, I just couldn’t hold myself back.
“Believe me, the pleasure has been all mine.” Dante said, in his smooth voice. He took a long sip of his cocktail, winking at me over the glass.
*****
I had to fish Dante’s business card out of my purse the next morning, just to prove to myself that last night hadn’t been a dream. I could hardly believe my luck! Meeting a successful - and gorgeous - movie producer in a bar sounded like the beginning of a fairy tale to me.
And he thought I was beautiful! And had potential as an actress! I swore to myself that I wouldn’t blow it. Not this time. My audition tonight would be perfect. I would wow them and land the part, whatever it was. Things were going to start looking up for me, I just knew it.
*****
“May I help you?” The woman behind the desk asked. She gave me a very intense look, her pale eyes traveling over every inch of me. It was unnerving, and I couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably under her gaze.
She was pale, probably the palest person I’d ever seen in Los Angeles, with glossy black hair pulled back in a sleek chignon. Her face was striking, with high cheekbones and large, pale eyes that seemed like they were looking right through me. She wore dark eye makeup and glossy dark red lipstick, which was a striking contrast against her milky white skin.
She raised an elegantly arched eyebrow at me, and I realized I’d been staring.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Heather Kelly, I’m here for the audition.” I explained, and frowned at myself. I sounded flustered and nervous, as usual. Get it together, Heather, this is why you blow auditions!
“The audition?” The woman asked. She sounded as if she knew nothing about an audition, as if the idea was absurd. I felt my confidence waver even more.
“Um, yes.” I rifled through my bag, looking for the business card Dante gave me to double check the details. “Um, Dante Stone told me about it, and requested that I attend.” I mumbled, as I searched for the card.
“Ah.” She said, giving a small nod of understanding. “I see. My apologies, I wasn’t aware that Mr. Stone was auditioning anyone this evening.” Her eyes swept over me again, and her pale eyes were luminous and inscrutable.
“Come.” She said, and walked briskly across the room, her glossy black stilettos clicking against the black marble floor.
I had to hustle to keep up with her as she lead me through the studio. I followed her through a door marked Set 6 and couldn’t help but gasp.
I had stepped into an opulent Art Deco style mansion. It was all cream, crimson and gold, with luxurious furniture and art. A fire crackled in the massive fireplace in the center of the mansion’s great room. I looked around in awe, taking in the incredible details.
“Ah, Heather!” Dante said, appearing in front of me. I had been so distracted by my surroundings that I hadn’t even noticed him before. I gave him a smile, relieved to see a familiar face. Especially one so sexy. “Thanks for helping her find her way, Eve.” Dante said, turning to the woman who’d lead me here.
“In the future, you might want to tell me when you’re planning an audition.” Eve said. The words seemed harmless, but for some reason her tone sounded menacing. I looked between the two of them, totally confused.
“Sure, Eve. My mistake, I’ll try to keep you informed from now on.” Dante said, his voice smooth and friendly. He gave Eve a nod of dismissal, then turned to me.
“I’m so glad you made it, Heather. Come, let’s get started.” He took my arm and lead me into the set mansion’s great room, to a group of people gathering there.
I couldn’t help but smile as I walked arm in arm with Dante. He was so confident and charismatic, and I felt like someone else when I was on his arm. It was like I wasn’t a struggling actress on the brink of failure anymore. With him, I just felt like a beautiful woman, a real lady.
“Everyone, I’d like to introduce Heather Kelly. I think we can expect great things from her.” Dante said, addressing the small crowd in the set mansion’s great room. I fought not to shift on my heels or fidget.
I looked around at the crowd. Woah! There were some seriously big names here. Ian Sanders, the movie star who topped last year’s Hottest New Actor list. Jason Walsh, a big time movie director. Quinn Hartley, star of According To Quinn, a wildly popular sitcom.
What were so many A-list Hollywood bigwigs doing at an audition? What kind of project was this?
Most everyone in this strange group smiled and nodded at me welcomingly, a few raised their glasses of champagne. Ian Sanders winked, and I couldn’t help but blush. A pretty redheaded woman about my age handed me a glass of champagne of my own, and I gave her a grateful smile as I took a sip.
“All right, now that we’re all here, I’d say it’s time to begin.” Jason Walsh, the big shot movie director said, clapping his hands together. Everyone turned to look at him, and Dante gave my arm a reassuring little squeeze. “It’s been a glorious month, and I know that we’ve all enjoyed the Ancient One’s blessings.”
What? Ancient One? Was this some kind of run-through of a movie scene?
“But the Ancient One is insatiable, and it is once again time to feed him.” Jason Walsh continued. Then he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor.
My eyes widened, totally shocked. When I looked around, I realized that everyone in the set mansion had started to undress.
I watched, completely frozen, as Ian Sanders unbuttoned his white linen shirt, exposing a torso that looked better than any Photoshopped magazine cover, and let it
fall to the floor. Quinn Hartley slid her tight pink dress down her body, revealing that she wore nothing underneath of it, and let the dress pool around her ankles.
I glanced over at Dante for some kind of explanation, some clue about what was happening. He gave me a dazzling smile as he undid his trousers and pulled them down.
“What-” I started, but I had so many questions that I didn’t even know what to ask first.
“Just go with it, Heather.” Dante said, his voice smooth as he stepped out of his pants.
“I am not going to do porn, Dante! I promised myself when things started getting rough that no matter what, I’d never do porn.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He let out a bark of a laugh.
“Porn? This isn’t porn.” Dante said as he removed his shirt. I couldn’t help but check him out. Damn, his body was incredible. I felt myself licking my lips despite the strange situation.
“You said this was an audition. Where are the cameras?” I asked.
“This is an audition, but there are no cameras.” He said, folding his expensive clothes in a neat pile. I was about to demand that he explain, but he cut me off.
“Heather, if you want to make it, really make it, this is how to do it. Everyone here is part of an elite group. We get together once a month, we do this for the Ancient One, and then we reap the rewards.” I was still skeptical, but Dante ignored my raised eyebrow. “Look around, Heather. These are some of the most successful people in Hollywood. Can you even begin to doubt that it works?”
I certainly couldn’t deny that. Everyone here had made it, everyone here had what I so desperately wanted. What I needed, if I was going to keep myself from going back to Iowa as a failure.
And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to do this. Whatever this was. This was my one chance, even if it wasn’t what I expected. There was no way I was going to let it pass me by.
Slowly, I brought my hands to the straps of my dress and slipped them off of my shoulders. “That’s a good girl.” Dante murmured, and gave me a wide, dazzling smile. He watched as I shimmied out of my dress, and I silently thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing my one nice matching bra and panty set, instead of my usual mismatched cotton.
“My friends,” Jason Walsh began, speaking loudly to address the now-naked group. “Tonight, we give ourselves over to carnal desires, and as we give in to our most primal appetites, we are feeding the Ancient One. We offer our pleasure, and we receive his blessings!”
I watched with wide eyes as Quinn Hartley approached Jason, walking naked across the room with total confidence, and then fell to her knees before him. She took his penis in her hands and brought it to her mouth.
People were splitting off into pairs or threesomes around the set mansion’s great room. I watched as they groped and fondled one another, the room filling with groans and sighs.
I was still beyond confused, but I felt myself getting hot as this bizarre scene unfolded around me. I’d never seen anything like this before, and the sight of such beautiful people getting together was heating my blood.
I glanced over to Dante, and he gave me a look that sent chills down my spine. It was predatory, intimidating and full of lust. The debonair man had gone, and been replaced by something else. Something dark and sexual.
He grabbed me, his strong hands digging into my hips. He held me against him, and I could feel his erection between my legs. His lips crashed into mine, and his tongue pushed my mouth open. Dante kissed me hard, and I was surprised to find that I was kissing him back with matched fervor. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I pressed myself against his broad, muscular chest.
I let out a sigh as his chest hair rubbed against my quickly hardening nipples. I ran my hands up and down his back, reveling in the feel of taut muscles under my palms. God, he had an incredible body.
Dante’s hands were roaming over my flesh, exploring and groping every inch of me. He cupped my breast, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a shiver down my spine. He teased, pulling and rolling my hardening nub. A shock of electricity shot directly to my sex, and I broke the kiss to toss my head back and let out a low moan.
He took the opportunity to bring his mouth to my exposed neck. His lips trailed over my sensitive flesh, and his tongue darted out to lick an intricate pattern. I moaned again, my breath quickening as my veins flooded with heat.
I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, holding him close to me as he licked and kissed. I glanced up for a moment, and my eyes fell on Ian Sanders, Quinn Hartley and the pretty redhead who’d given me a glass of champagne.
Quinn was laying on her back, a hand between her legs. She was fingering herself, toes curling against the marble floor. The redhead was straddled over her face, her hips moving in slow circles as Quinn’s tongue moved in and out of her pussy. Ian was standing in front of the redhead, his hands were tangled in her long hair. He held her head steady as he moved his erection in and out of her open, eager mouth.
The three of them were moving in perfect rhythm with one another, a tangle of bodies writhing as one. The sight was beyond erotic, and watching them as Dante kissed my neck and slid his hands over my breasts had me hotter and hornier than I’d ever been before. My pussy clenched tightly, suddenly aching to be filled.
Feeling emboldened by my desire, I snaked a hand down to Dante’s crotch and wrapped my fingers around his growing erection. Woah, he was very well endowed. My pulse quickened at the thought of feeling this magnificent cock inside of me.
Dante let out a low moan and flexed his hips forward. “You’re so fucking sexy, Heather.” He said, his voice tight with desire. He grazed my jaw with his perfect teeth.
“I want you.” I said, surprised at how husky my voice sounded. “I want to feel you inside of me.” The words shocked me as they came out of my mouth. I’d never been so forward before, never so clearly communicated my desires.
Dante’s lips crashed into mine, and his hands grabbed my hips, pulling me close to him. He kissed me with intensity as he lifted me off of the ground. Effortlessly and without breaking our kiss, he moved us across the room and set me down on a table, the marble cool against my bare ass.
My legs wrapped around his hips, holding him close to me. A moan escaped my throat at the feel of his cock pressed against my increasingly wet pussy. I couldn’t wait a moment longer, I needed to feel that cock inside of me. Now.
I reached between us and, after running my fingers up and down his impressive length, guided him past my slick folds. His gaze locked onto me, eyes blazing.
“Fuck me.” I said, half begging and half demanding.
Dante pushed forward, driving his cock inside of me. I cried out loudly, my voice adding to the choir of sighs and moans filling the room. He began fucking me hard and fast, each strong thrust sending a wave of pleasure crashing into me.
I writhed on the table, revelling in the feel being so utterly filled. Dante’s hands were at my breasts, and he rolled my nipples as he moved in and out of me. My back arched and I gripped the edge of the table tightly.
We moved together, my hips rising to meet his advances. His cock hit my g-spot with perfect precision, and I felt my muscles beginning to tighten as he drove me closer and closer to sweet release.
“Yes,” I moaned, biting my lip as heat rose upwards from my sex, radiating out and filling my veins with tingling fire. “Oh god, yes. Fuck me, fuck me harder.” I begged. My toes were curling and my scalp was prickling. I was being wound up tighter and tighter with Dante’s every motion.
He drove himself into me with increased fervor, and we moaned together as we moved as one. He trailed one hand down, gliding over the hypersensitive flesh of my breast, my torso, my belly... Then he moved it between my legs, sliding over my folds before zeroing in on my clit and moving his thumb in a slow circle.
That drove me over the edge.
I cried out his name as I shattered around him. My orgasm crashed into me hard and fast, and I rode wa
ve after wave after wave of intense pleasure. My thighs trembled, toes curled, my hips bucked up off of the table and demanded more, more, more from Dante. My veins filled with fire and a tingling heat flooded my body, leaving delicious numbness in its wake.
Through the haze of my pleasure, I was vaguely aware of Dante driving himself into me one final time, and stiffening against me, giving in to his own release.
As I lay on the table, panting and still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm, Dante slipped out of me and stepped aside, making way for Ian Sanders.
Ian stood exactly where Dante had been, nestled between my legs. He was naked, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, and his brilliant blue eyes were gleaming with desire. Without a word, he leaned over me and placed his lips against mine.
He kissed me deeply, hungrily. I kissed him back with matched passion.
As we kissed, I became aware of a small voice somewhere in the back of my head. The one that was freaking out, telling me I couldn’t do this. Telling me that it was one thing to sleep with Dante, but I couldn’t possibly fuck Ian too. That was going too far.
I ignored this voice. Whatever was happening here, this was my big break. This was how I was going to make it, this was how I was going to become a star. I couldn’t say no, couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
Besides, this was Ian Sanders, Hottest New Actor. He was an A-list movie star, and sexy as hell. I wanted to fuck him.
I kissed Ian deeply and reached my hand down between us, wrapping my fingers around his rock hard dick. He sucked in a breath and bit down on my lower lip, making me groan.
“Tonight’s your audition, right?” Ian asked, one of his strong hands cupping my breast. The other trailed down to my pussy, and he inserted a finger into me, swirling slowly.
I was suddenly unable to speak, so I just nodded at him as my hips began moving in slow circles, mirroring the motion of his fingers.
