Everybody Comes to Hollywood Ch. 01

She was steering me away from the elevators that led up to my room, so I saw no real harm in just taking a walk. We moved through the lobby and directly outside. The evening air was comfortable, and we started walking along the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I was quite the movie buff, and Sienna kept up a constant warm chatter asking me questions about the various stars and famous locations we came across. She was definitely showing off how quickly and easily she could make a person comfortable with her, and I hoped that it would come through onto the screen.

Of course, the character I had in mind would be warmly seductive right up to the point where she stabbed you in the back, or otherwise extracted what she wanted out of you.

Without realizing it, we'd actually gotten quite a ways away from my hotel. It would take at least a half an hour to walk back. I mentioned that it was getting late and we should probably get a cab or something.

Sienna just waved me off and then pulled out a slender cell phone. "I have a car nearby."

She pressed a hand to her other ear and turned away slightly while on the phone, then said a few short phrases in her native tongue and then gave them our location. Less than five minutes later a black stretch limo pulled up to the curb.

This was quite posh for a poor, recently-arrived actress. A gentleman stepped out of the front passenger seat, and said a few things to Sienna in something that sounded like German. He was sharply dressed in a black tuxedo complete with white gloves. I couldn't see the driver, but he appeared to be in the same formalized tuxedo.

We were led back to the rear door, and I climbed in after Sienna into an interior with very plush leather upholstery and soft carpeting. The attendant closed the door and returned to the front seat, and then we were off.

As soon as the limo started rolling, the doors simultaneously locked, and then Sienna was in my lap and shoving her tongue down my throat. My eyes flew wide in surprise but then I found my oversexed body reacting to her already, my lips mashing against hers and my arms wrapping around this nubile young woman.

Even as Sienna kissed me fiercely, her hands were busy undoing my belt and then the clasp of my pants. For a few moments my reconnections with Andrea flashed into my head, but then Sienna was kneeling on the floor and all those thoughts went flying away with the passing lights as I felt my cock sucked into her hot mouth. I really had no control before a hot babe. Besides, it wasn't like Andrea and I had gotten back together or anything. I was a free man.

I was suddenly squirming in my seat, my body lost to conscious direction as my hips jerked and tried to shove more of my meat down Sienna's throat. She held hard to her lip lock about me, her tongue smothering the head with her warm saliva while a perfectly manicured hand began to pump along the length of my shaft.

Her head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm, the tight ring of her fingers following as if to coax my release out of me. My eyes rolled back from sheer pleasure as pent-up desire was overwhelming me. Her mouth was a powerful suction and all too quickly I felt the tell-tale strain in my legs as my balls readied to relieve their tension. I groaned out loud and then Sienna slurped me into her mouth powerfully, shoving more and more of me into her until her nose was nearly pressed against my navel, deep throating me as far as I would go.

And then I exploded, a hot gush of my cum that blasted forth and poured directly down Sienna's throat. Her eyes were tearing up as she stared at me, fighting the urge to gag to let my juices fill her belly. She swallowed quickly, but I had built up such a reservoir in the past few weeks that she finally had to pull me out and let the last few shots burst into her face.

When my hip tremors had subsided, she licked up what she could but kept jacking me off. With her other hand, she started to undo the buttons to her blouse and unsnapped her skirt. And while I watched enraptured by this beautiful young girl revealing herself to me, she slipped off the blouse and dropped the bra onto the seat next to her, then shimmied out of both her skirt and panties, leaving this platinum blonde wearing nothing but high-heels and a smile.

The sight of her round, perky tits hanging out, nipples at attention and top-shelf ass had me reviving in no time, aided by Sienna's return to bathing my sleeping soldier with her tongue. Meanwhile, at her direction, I stripped myself until we were both effectively naked in the limo.

I stole a glance out the window. We should have arrived at the hotel a long time ago, but instead I saw the magnificent lights of the city far below us. We were driving up into the hills and I had to pay attention not to lose my balance as the limo began to turn left and right with the bends in the road.

Once Sienna was satisfied with my hardness, she turned to the rear- facing seat behind her, planting herself on all fours and shoving that heart-shaped ass back at me. The puffy pink folds between her legs called out to me, and I got to my knees behind her, holding her hips with one hand while bracing myself against the car wall with the other.

She was trembling with anticipation, her head turned to watch me while her long hair hung loosely off the opposite shoulder. And then all of her trembling stopped as she felt my other head penetrating into her from behind, the shaft smoothly gliding into her until my hips pressed up against her butt-cheeks. I focused in on the sensations dancing across my sensitive skin, and the ripples of pleasure shooting through me as I slowly backed out and then pressed in once again.

Sienna was moaning softly with every thrust, resting her arms on the seat before her, her head pillowed against them as she bent at the knees to shove her body back and forth at me, mumbling erotically in her own language.

As her pussy stretched out gradually and became more lubricated we found it easier to thrust in and out, and progressively we moved faster and faster and faster, driving myself deeply into her with every thrust. Sienna's moans were becoming louder and harsher as we picked up speed, and eventually our bodies were flailing at each other as fast as we could go, one of my hands on her swinging boobs and the other on her ass even as we were tossed from side to side by the swerving motion of the limo.

And then Sienna was crying out her climax, a gasp of mixed relief and pain as her hips were trembling once again around me, a new coat of fluids pouring down to where our bodies were coupled.

I stopped thrusting while she fought to recover, gasping for breath and tears in her eyes from the exertion. She slid forwards, popping my hardness out of her, and turned around, slumping into the seat. She reached a hand out to a side wall to brace herself against a particularly sharp turn, and then reached down to spread the lips of her honey pot wide, showing off the glistening moisture in the overhead light.

"You want to taste?" They were the first words of English she had spoken since entering the limo.

I just nodded yes.

"Lie down," Sienna ordered. And I was all too ready to comply. I turned and lie flat on my back, my head closest to her while she picked her way across the floor until she could straddle my chest. Sinking to her knees, I had the perfect view of her firm tits, flat stomach and perfectly shaven mound. Ah, the physical perfection of youth. She scooted forwards until her budding clit was within reach of my tongue, and I stretched out to feed on her nectar.

Sienna's thighs clamped around my head as soon as my tongue touched her, and she quivered with excitement as I continued to eat her out. My entire world had shrunk down to the view before me, wet, juicy pussy and honey-sweet flavors. I looked up to watch Sienna's face contort into grimaces and grins of ecstasy as I worked the best tongue magic I could think of. She seemed to giggle, but I couldn't hear a thing with her legs pressed against my ears.

And then I saw a white glove reach forward and tenderly caress Sienna's swollen breast, and then another glove, reaching around to similarly cup the other breast. My eyes went wide in surprise, but Sienna just grinned happily at the new stimulation. This was really freaky...

And then Skye popped her head into view. She grinned down at me, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo. She must have been the driver I

couldn't see, and I realized the limo was no longer moving. Sienna backed off just enough so Skye could lean down and press her lips to mine.

I could get to like "freaky"...

And then as Skye backed away, Sienna was sliding her hips back into my face so I could resume my feeding upon her, and I felt a new warm mouth descending upon my upright dick behind her.

Sienna bucked her way to a new orgasm on top of me, coating my face with even more juices while Skye proved to be Sienna's equal in the art of fellatio. And just when I thought I was about to explode into the second twin's mouth, I felt the cool air blow over my rod as Skye pulled her lips off of me.

My hips twitched in an overwhelming sense of pleasure withdrawal, but a minute later my dick was rewarded for its patience as I felt the hot, wet sensation of Skye sinking my rod inside her version of paradise.

The two of them kept up their dual assault upon my senses until Sienna crashed over into yet another climax, courteousy of my worn out tongue, and then she slumped off of me, sitting on the floor beside my head. My brain nearly went into shock watching two identical sets of naked bodies heaving with exertion, flushed with arousal, and sweat beading on taut skin. Skye was undulating as if in a trance about my shaft embedded inside of her, panting with lust as her bosom heaved up and down with her movements. Sienna lay just a couple of feet away, similarly panting in recovery from her recent orgasm, her identical round tits heaving up and down as she fought for breath.

Skye's hip rotations were becoming jerkier and harder, straining urgently at the border between pleasure and final release as she carved out every corner of her pussy with my shaft. At the moment of truth she leaned down, shoving her tits in my face as her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hot flesh writhing atop me and bringing me to the boiling point of my own final release.

Sienna read the strain on my face and said something sharply to Skye, who recovered enough to pull me out of her spasming box and plant her face just inches away from my waving member, already bulging at the seams. Sienna's face joined her a moment later, just in time for my ejaculation to blast forth and splatter Skye just above her eye.

Skye took a hold of my spurting cannon and directed it to at her sister, letting a few shots splash Sienna in the face before coaxing out the last bits of my spunk towards her open mouth. And when my weary body sagged into the carpet, my head lolling back to relax my neck, these two nineteen-year old vixens promptly began to clean up my crotch with their tongues.

The casting couch may have some moral flaws in it, but there was no way these two were NOT getting cast if I had anything to say about it. I was going to cast them anyways, right?

When I'd recovered, both Sienna and Skye joined me on a seat to cuddle up in a hot pile of flesh and look over the amazing view. The bright lights shone out below us in a mesmerizing pattern against the inky blackness of the valley. After a few minutes, Skye barked something into the intercom, then the limo started up again and began the slow drive back to the hotel. Skye was engaging in a tongue battle with me while Sienna's nimble fingers went to work in my lap. I was happy; and we had a good bit of time before we got back into the city.

***

The casting meeting I had with Beckett and Martin went smoothly. They agreed with most of my top choices for the various roles and of course everyone thought casting Sienna and Skye for a dual role "Tina" was a fantastic idea. I looked forward to working with them again.

And so I was banished for the next week, holed up in my hotel room or my office just writing and rewriting. Andrea wasn't returning my calls, but a part of me knew to just give her time and space and we would be able to figure out a working relationship for this project we both cared about so much.

I was also pleasantly distracted, as Sienna and Skye decided to thank me for my assistance in getting them their roles, which culminated in a dual blow job and sexual romp around my office.

I was a Hollywood hot shot now, and I was just playing the game the way it was meant to be played in this town. In the next few weeks, in this particular state of mind, I found it amazing how much easier it was to write my callous, rugged hero. He was strong, manly, and could bed a woman and forget about her the next day, the perfect Hollywood male role.

Much of the pre-production was already complete, and our shooting schedule had begun. The second team was on location filming stunts while the principals were on the studio sets. I figured it best to come down and watch how my screenplay was panning out. Andrea had returned to her normal sunny disposition, eager to recapture our old friendship while strictly avoiding any mention of our illicit kiss in Cicero's back room.

One day, after a busy but fruitful day of shooting, a production assistant came up to me and informed me that Andrea needed to talk to me in her dressing room at the set. I navigated my way through the halls, eventually arriving at her door. I knocked sharply, and heard her call out "Come in!"

My view was immediately taken up by the vanity table and big mirror with the row of light bulbs around it. Then some motion to my left caught my eye and I saw Andrea emerging from the bathroom, a billowing cloud of steam following her out through the door. Her dirty blonde hair looked almost brown while wet, and it was slicked straight back tight against her scalp and the back of her neck. Her violet eyes were shining in the dim light. She wore some satin-shiny robe of a very thin material that was slightly damp in spots wherever her hair dripped onto it. The lower hem of the robe barely extended below her waist, giving me a fantastic view of her long, shapely legs. Her skin was still glowing from the heat of her recent shower, and I had to fight to keep my thoughts strictly PG.

She took one glance at my crotch and stated, "It's good to know I can still turn you on." Then she gestured to a comfortable La-Z-boy in the corner. "Have a seat."

I sat down, watching her move, wondering what she wanted to talk about, and hoping that she was ready to stop avoiding me. She slid into the makeup chair, crossing her legs. It was too brief for me to see anything, but I got the distinct impression that she wasn't wearing anything underneath that robe. Her body was also rapidly cooling in the air, hard nipples poking out prominently through the thin fabric. I immediately started to wonder, was she doing this on purpose?

"I've been avoiding you, I know. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

"No, it's not. We go way back and this isn't how I'm supposed to treat an old friend. It's just that seeing you again stirred up all these old... feelings as well. Feelings I wasn't ready for." Andrea smiled, her eyes drifting off into a corner as she turned her thoughts inside her own head. "Too many fond memories."

She had been the one to call me here, so I just gestured for her to continue, to say what she had to say before I jumped in.

"But that was a long time ago. We both have new lives, new responsibilities. And I can't let our past ruin this movie. But I know the friendship we had can really make this project something special. That's really all I wanted to say. I just wanted to let you know that I can handle 'us' if you can."

"I can handle it."

"Good!" She stood up and reached her arms open. I stood up to join her and let her give me a warm, friendly hug. "It really is great that you're here."

I just nodded my sentiment in return, fighting down every impulse to seize Andrea and embrace her the way we did in High School. The simple knowledge that the only thing separating me from her fantastic body was this thin, flimsy robe threatened to drive me mad. But I held it together, and we parted as friends.

***

After a month of shooting and working together on the script, I figured that we had finally made it through our connected past and be able to focus on a friendly relationship now. A part of me still wanted her, to be sure, but she was with Beckett, my BOSS. He could fire me in an instant if he knew. Andrea and I had the occasional lunch together, and hung out socially in groups. I was amazed at how confident and aristocratic she had become with her success, at times bordering on diva behavior. I came to see Andrea as a new person, different from my High School sweetheart and I no longer had such a difficult time keeping my piece in my pants around her.

Sienna and Skye, on the other hand, were constantly teasing every male (and a few females) on the set, until they had most of the production crew eating out the palms of their hands. Every time I saw them they greeted me with big hugs, wet kisses, and plenty of groping. I saw it as all in good fun to play around and flirt, but it was a pain to try and make my erection go away afterwards. The best part, though, was that as actresses they proved to be spot on their marks. Every note, every emotion, every line. I knew they would be stars.

After the first month of shooting, the whole production had transported to Hawaii for location shooting. The jungles of Kauai would stand in for some of the Amazon's rainforest. The air was hot and humid, and I found myself spending most of my time inside one air-conditioned trailer or another.

Andrea was on take thirty of a verbal fight with her co-star, laced with sexual innuendos. Their banter had a smooth rhythm as they prodded at each other while simultaneously dropping hints of attraction, all the while internally denying that same attraction.

Her khaki cargo shorts had been artificially stained to match the rigors of a jungle hike. The white tank top had become a little damp in the moist air, and clung to the curves of her body like a second skin. A dark green short-sleeved shirt hung open from throat to tails over the tank top, but concealed very little of her fit body. With her ponytail bouncing with her every movement, Andrea very much looked the part of a young, athletic adventurer.

According to Andrea's character back-story, she'd had a teenage crush on the slightly older action hero, and was stubbornly trying to force him to see her as an equal adventurer now that she had grown up. She had run away from him when she was young, and was now trying to get back into his life.

Meanwhile, he found himself attracted to her, despite their previous mentor-student relationship and was constantly fighting with his own inner demons about being attracted to someone he knew as a child.

Forbidden love always made for the best drama.

But in any case, Anton Martin, the director, was never quite happy with the scene. This was supposed to be an emotional turning point for the two stars, but the emotions and chemistry were never quite there. "Stop holding back!" he yelled at the both of them.

Finally, the male lead just quit, screaming that he was sick of this and going back to his trailer. Martin sighed, and called it a day. Then he spotted me and ordered Andrea to work out the lines with me. If we had to change them, fine. But make it work.

And so we were herded into Andrea's trailer with a couple copies of the script and a lot of white-out tape. I settled into a chair while she flopped onto the couch, her brow furrowed as she looked over her lines.