by Brandy Blake
THE MOVIE STAR'S
SEX TAPE
BRANDY BLAKE
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Summary
Valerie Martin had always wanted to be a famous model and after years of hard work she was finally starting to make a name for herself.
Emerging movie star Tristan Dane was in a similar position and was on the brink of stardom himself.
But to become really famous they both just needed that one big break.
And their agent thought he knew a way.
He suggested they make a “sextape” together that he would leak and have them catapulted to stardom overnight.
Both Valerie and Dane thought the idea was absurd at first, but after some careful thinking and some uncontrollable life events it began to seem that the unlikely couple would have no choice but to jump into bed.
And turn on the camera...
Copyright Notice
Brandy Blake
The Movie Star's Sextape © 2016, Brandy Blake
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Contents
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
Chapter7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 13
chapter 14
Chapter1
Vehicles moved along at varying paces; lifeblood coursing along the concrete arteries leading into and out of the towering center of the city. Dusky mountains rose up along the eastern perimeter of the low lying suburbs; sentinels watching over the millions of lives below them at their feet, looking out to the vast Pacific Ocean that flowed from the blue horizon toward the city, washing up on the shores of Los Angeles.
One of the vehicles winding in and out of the others was a yellow taxi cab, and in it sat a young woman whose large dark eyes were looking out of the window, taking in all of the bustle and chaos she saw around her. She said nothing to the driver of the cab until it came to a stop at the curb before a shining pillar of glass and steel, one of the tallest buildings in the cluster of corporate industry reaching ever higher to the heavens.
She turned to look at the man behind the wheel, handing him a worn twenty-dollar bill.
“Thank you.”
She gave him a smile and got out of the car, closing the door as she looked upward, hoping that the best of her future was somewhere behind the shining edifice she faced. With a deep breath, she took the stone steps at her feet two at a time, and then passed through the wide revolving door into the cool air and fluorescent light of the main lobby.
People cut past her, left and right, each of them looking straight ahead, each of them concentrating on their own lives and living in their own worlds, too focused on a few minutiae to really see around themselves and connect with anyone or anything else. She felt that she could have used a kind smile or a nod of friendly greeting just then, but none came as she made her way to the short row of elevator doors opening and closing in a hallway off of the lobby.
She reached her red tipped fingernail toward the elevator button at the same time as someone else did. She looked up in surprise at the person standing beside her. He was about a head taller than her, with golden brown hair that was cut short around the back of his head, but which hung a little longer as it reached his crown, with a devil-may-care lock of it on his forehead, just above his even brows. He had a chiseled and squared jawline, and striking facial features – high cheekbones, a gently curved mouth, and big, warm, brown eyes that hinted at a bit of mischief and a wealth of kindness. He smiled at her, and she withdrew her hand from the button, letting him push it for them both.
“Thank you,” she said, giving him a pleasant smile.
“My pleasure,” he answered, his eyes subtly drifting over her face.
The elevator doors slid open and he followed her in, standing nearest the button control panel in the small silver box. There were mirrors on all of the walls around them, and she stood with her back to one side of the small space, and the doors on her left.
“What floor?” he asked lightly, his eyes meeting hers again.
“Seven, please.”
She gave him the same smile she had given him moments before. He pressed seven and stood back, sliding his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. She glanced for a moment at his attire, the dress pants, the shining leather shoes, the button up shirt and light lavender tie, and she wondered who he was and what it was that he was doing there. Whatever it was, she thought, he was dressed very well for it.
“Me, too.”
He gave her a friendly wink and looked forward, and she realized that he had seen her looking at him. She turned her head forward and caught the reflection of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall of the elevator.
Her long straight black hair hung down between her shoulders to her waist, though part of it had fallen forward over her shoulder, curling around the curve of her breast. Her chocolate silk pie skin glowed with a healthy radiance that also shone in her dark brown eyes. Her features were fine and exquisitely sculpted, her makeup on point, her full lips tinted with the same color red that was on her carefully manicured nails. She was wearing a thin buttercream colored sheath of a dress that formed itself gently to her fit and toned body, without giving away too much of what was beneath it. The hem of the dress lay just above her knees, her legs bare to her high heels. In her hands was a small clutch bag that matched her dress. A strand of small pearls hung around her neck, and in her ears were matching earrings, iridescent against her dark skin.
She knew that she looked good, but she was glad to get another view, just to make sure, as she stood next to the man in the elevator. He was much more than handsome; he was almost arresting in a way. She made a conscious effort to look away from him rather than at him, as her instincts wanted her to do. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to his looks; his quiet demeanor was casual, as though he could have been on the cover of a men’s fashion magazine in an image that was made of him while he was unaware of it.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open, and he looked at her and smiled, holding his hand out as a gesture for her to go before him. She nodded at him politely and walked out into the hall, her gaze pausing at the sign on the wall that listed the suites for the floor. He stood just behind her, looking at the sign himself, and she turned and walked down the hall to the office where she was going. He walked behind her and she began to wonder why he was still near her, thinking that perhaps the office that he was looking for was in the same direction.
> At the end of the hall were two wide wooden double doors, and she stopped before them, reaching to open one of them, and to her surprise, the man reached up and held his hand against the edge of the door, holding it so she could walk in. She did and just as he came into the room behind her, she turned to look at him in surprise.
“You were coming here, too?” she asked, noticing the look of surprise on his face that she had gone into the same office as he did.
He shrugged. “Yes, Al Oliver is my agent,” he answered with a crooked smile.
She laughed softly then and lifted her chin a little as she looked up at him. “He’s my agent, too.”
With a light laugh in answer to hers, he held his hand out to her. “I’m Tristan Dane.”
“Valerie Martin,” she replied, taking his hand in hers and shaking it.
They both checked in with the receptionist, and then each took a seat near each other and he looked at her interestedly.
“What kind of work do you do?”
She tilted her head a little. “I’m a model.”
He smiled widely. “I’m not surprised! You’re quite a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you,” she answered quietly. “What do you do?”
“I’m an actor. Hoping to make it big someday,” he teased honestly.
With a grin, she nodded. “Me too.”
Just then the receptionist called out to them, looking at them. “Tristan and Valerie.” She indicated the door at the far end of the room.
They both looked at her in surprise, and Valerie lowered one brow.
“Both of us?” she asked in confusion.
The receptionist gave a nod. “Both of you.”
With a quizzical look at one another, they stood up and Tristan followed Valerie through the door into their agent’s office, closing the door behind them.
The room they walked into was lined with shelves of dark wood on three sides; all of the shelves were filled with an array of framed photographs of celebrities of varying degrees of fame, mementos, and a small selection of books. The fourth wall was made of glass, and looked out onto the city below and several of the buildings that surrounded them.
There was a big wooden desk in front of the glass wall, made of the same wood as the shelving in the room. The desk was topped with a Tiffany lamp, a blotter, and two files that were laid open. Behind the desk, and half hidden by it, was a short, fat, round man with tufts of unruly dark hair over his ears, and nothing but a shine on the top of his head. He had dark eyes like glistening beetles. He wore a button up shirt that was opened to the middle of his chest, giving more space to his great double chin. His chubby arms leaned on the edge of the desk, and he held an unlit brown cigar clenched in between his teeth. He rolled it around in his mouth as he eyed the two people standing before him, looking at him uncertainly.
After a long moment, he took the cigar out of his mouth with his right hand, holding it in between his thumb and his fingertips. He pointed it at the two chairs that stood empty on the other side of his desk.
“Sit down.”
Valerie and Tristan walked around the chairs and sat in them, glancing for an instant at one another, before they both looked back at him.
“How are you doing, Al?” Tristan asked, looking steadily at the man before him.
Al rolled his cigar in his fingertips and gazed at them both in silence again, waiting a long minute before he decided to reply.
“I’m fine. We’re not here about me; we’re here today about the two of you. You both have come to me individually about issues you’re facing in your lives, and you’re both doing alright in your careers, but you both asked me to help you get past the speed bumps you’re stuck on, and over the top so that you can reach stardom.
“I can do that, but I can’t do it alone. Your celebrity status is based on the work that you do, and to date, neither one of you have done anything great… anything that would put you over the top. You’ve both been treading monotonously in mediocrity. You need more than a push. You need a vault to get you over the last big hurdles, into the limelight that you both want to be in.” His black eyes shifted back and forth between them.
With another glance at each other, both of them wondering what it was that the other had said to him in private, they sat and listened, waiting to hear what he would say.
“I’ve given it some thought, and I have a solution for both of you. You’re going to work together to help each other.” He paused again, as a strange smile formed at the corner on one side of his mouth.
Valerie looked at him curiously. “But… we do different things. How are we supposed to help each other?”
Al chuckled quietly and then grew silent, taking the cigar from his teeth as he leaned forward and looked at them seriously. “Before I answer that, I want you to think of some of the biggest stars in the world today, and about how some of them got there. They did things that were considered avant garde.
They acted outside of the box. They did things that made them stand out from other people; things that caught the attention of the public and made them stand out from the crowds of people trying to get to the exact same spotlight that you’re trying to get into. They made names for themselves by creating new frontiers that people had never seen before, and the masses followed them.
“Think of that… you two are doing exactly what everyone else in your line of work is doing. You don’t stand out from them; you are just another pretty face, trying to make it big in the sea of fishes who are all exactly like you. You two want to pass all of them? You two want to change that? You need to listen to me. You need to step out of the box and go far beyond your limits.”
Tristan and Valerie listened intently; focused on his every word.
“What is it that you want us to do?” Tristan asked, not at all sure that he was ready to jump out of the box the way that Al Oliver was telling him he needed to.
Al leaned forward, his eyes leveled at them both. “I want you two to make a sex tape, and I will ‘leak’ it to the public. It will shoot you both into a white hot spotlight, and both of your careers will explode, more than you can ever imagine.”
He sat back then, having said his piece, and looked at them both expectantly.
Valerie’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she looked from Al Oliver to Tristan, whose face contorted in shock as well, and who turned his head to look at her too.
“You can’t be serious! How could you ask us to do something like that?”
Valerie’s mind, frozen for a long moment, finally snapped into gear. “I can’t believe you even suggested that!” she gasped angrily.
Al looked droll. “I suggested it because both of you need a serious jump in your careers, and both of you have told me, independent of each other, that you are willing to do whatever it takes to take your careers to the next level.
“Well, this isn’t the next level. This is the top level. How do you think Kim K achieved so much notoriety? How do you think about other celebrities who have done the same thing? How do you ever expect to succeed past every single one of the people who you are competing against in your chosen fields of work?
“It’s going to take you both years to get where you want to and need to be right now. Years! Even then you might not even make it to the level of fame that you want. You want to be a global name? This is how you do it. We orchestrate a very carefully planned scheme. You make the sex tape together. I leak it.
“You two do some publicity, and bang; you’ve hitched your wagons to the stars, and you’re at the top a hell of lot faster than you ever will be if you do exactly the same thing that you’re doing now. The same thing that everyone else who does the same work that you do now is doing.
“I told you; you have to stand out. You have to be different. You have to turn people’s heads and get their attention. If you want to do that, this is the best way for the two of you to do it now. You want to make people care about you one way or the other? You do this. You shock them. Y
ou make them look. You listen to me and you do this, or you stay right where you are in your careers and you hope that you get mediocre work for as many years as you can.”
Tristan scowled and planted his elbow on the arm of his chair, putting his fingertips against his temple, glaring at the desktop without looking at anyone. Valerie looked away from Al and tightened her mouth as she railed inside. Without a glance at the man sitting beside her, she stood straight up and narrowed her dark eyes at Al Oliver.
“I am not going to destroy my entire career with a disgusting idea like that. There’s no way that could work for either of us. I came to you before because I needed help. I needed a way to make myself successful… and this is what you come back to me with? A sex tape?
“That could never portray to the world who I am and who I want to be. It could never give me the success that I want and need right now. I’m in a position where I need something real and something definite. Not in six months, not in a year; right now. I needed your help.
