Reel Life
Chapter 1 — Payback
Jerry Turner slammed the phone down. “I’ve had it,” he said to no one in particular. “I’ve had it with that god damned fucking bitch.”
He sat there looking out over the Los Angeles skyline. On a good day, you could see the ocean. This was not a good day.
God damn it. God damn that little, fucking bitch, and God damn Harvey Montrose, too. He was behind this. Jerry was sure of it. Hell, the little bitch had pretty much said as much. Something really bad ought to happen to the both of them.
Easy, he told himself. Easy. Take it easy. You shouldn’t let yourself get all worked up over this. It was just one fucking actress. That was all. Dr. Billingsly would be upset if he knew just how worked up Jerry was getting.
Of course, Dr. Billingsley hadn’t just lost his top money actress. Thanks to his work, Janine Ainsley was on the brink of super-stardom. She wasn’t just a pretty face. She was an actress and she was getting critical acclaim as well. It wouldn’t be long before the bitch would be garnering Academy Award nominations and it was all because of his work. He should be there to reap the rewards of what he’d done.
Calm down, the man told himself. Calm down.
Easy for him to say, he answered back. But the little, fucking bitch was leaving.
Maybe he should have seen it coming. Maybe there were signs. Maybe ...
Yeah right, and maybe pigs could fly. He knew who was responsible for this. It was Harvey’s fault, and God damn it, the two of them were going to pay for it.
The problems had started a couple of years ago. His little budding star had been just a teenager when she’d made her first picture. It hadn’t made a lot of money but then it hadn’t needed to. It had been enough to put her on the map as a star to watch.
Her second picture had done better. “A high school movie that was more than just hornmones and high jinks,” one reviewer had written, and Janine was suddenly getting noticed all over the place.
Her next picture was “Night Moves.” She’d played a hooker in a world where a serial killer was hunting down ladies of the evening and then she’d become his next target. The performance was called “gritty” and “compelling”.
She had her first “youthful indiscretion” at her twentieth birthday party, and if it had ended with that, that would have been fine, but two weeks later, she’d been caught in a car with an intoxicated boyfriend and suddenly, the tabloids were calling her out of control. Something had to be done about her, the studios told Jerry, and Jerry pretty much agreed.
Janine, at least, had been contrite for what she’d done and she apologized for her actions and she promised they would never happen again.
The problem was they did.
So, it was time to clean up her image. So Jerry found charity work for her to do, but that was during the day and it was still what she did at night that got all the press.
So the more she acted out, the more Jerry tried to bring her under control, and the more Jerry tried to bring her under control, the more she resisted, and somewhere along the way, Harvey had appeared, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and telling her she should come to him, that she could do what she wanted if she did. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t true. What mattered was that she believed it.
Jerry almost hoped that when Janine turned twenty-one, that things might get better. At least then, she’d be legal to drink but instead of getting better, things always got worse, and now suddenly, Harvey wasn’t just the devil in the background. He was out there in the open. Whenever Janine talked with Jerry, it was always “Harvey this,” and “Harvey that.”
But it had come to a head with the new boyfriend. He was a rapper with a spotty past but even that might have been overlooked except that he ended up shooting someone at a party. Accidental discharge was what people were calling it but it looked bad.
“You’ve got to dump him,” Jerry had told his client.
“Why,” Janine had said petulantly.
“He’s a bad guy, Janine. He’s a thug and he’s bringing you down just by you being around him.”
“I’m an adult now. I can do what I want.”
“No one said you’re not an adult,” Jerry tried to explain, “but being an adult means learning to make the right choices. This guy’s no good for you.”
“I can make my own decisions.”
“I’m not saying you can’t,” Jerry told her, “but you got to make the right ones.”
“And the right decisions are the ones you want me to make, right?”
“The right decisions are the ones that are right for you and your career, and I’m telling you, this James guy is bad for your career.”
“That’s not what Harvey says. He says I can date whoever I want.”
“Yeah well, he’s not your agent. I am.”
“Maybe he should be.”
That last statement had just hung there longer than it should have until Jerry tried to defuse it, but looking back now, Jerry knew that had been the beginning of the end and the worst part was he’d been proven right. Janine had dumped the boyfriend and six months later, the now-ex boyfriend was in trouble for beating up his newest girlfriend.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. His reputation had slipped because of her. The studios now thought he was someone who couldn’t keep his talent under control, and now the bitch was leaving him.
Jerry sat in his office and he fumed. Something really bad should happen to her and to Harvey, too. Something really bad ought to happen to the two of them.
Janine Ainsley’s condominium was to an apartment in pretty much the same way as a Ferrari was to just another car. One might have called it a penthouse only there were penthouses that didn’t look as good as her apartment.
“You’ve got a delivery, Ms. Ainsley,” said the doorman when Janine walked into the lobby.
“A delivery,” Janine asked. “For me?” It was one of the things that Jerry had taught her. Beware of unsolicited deliveries. You never knew who they were from.
The doorman nodded as he brought a large floral bouquet out.
“Who’s it from,” Janine asked.
“It’s from Mr. Turner,” the doorman said.
Janine’s face clouded over. “Him? Why’s he sending me flowers?”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t know, Ms. Ainsley.”
Janine stared at the flowers dubiously. There was even a bottle of wine and some chocolates. All the stuff she really liked.
“There’s a card with it,” Janine said.
“Did you read it,” Janine asked.
“Of course not, Ms. Ainsley. I was merely pointing it out.”
Janine sniffed. She was still suspicious. The way things had ended between her and Jerry had not been the most amicable so why would he be sending her flowers. Impulsively, she snatched at the card. “Just to say I’m sorry,” the card read.
Ha, right, the young actress thought. Sorry he doesn’t have me under his thumb, Janine thought, but it was going to take a whole lot more than some flowers and some chocolates just to get her back. “Can you bring it up to my apartment,” the young woman asked.
“Of course, Ms. Ainsley.”
Well, at least the good thing about Jerry was he knew what she liked, Janine mused. “Come along then,” she told the doorman even as she led the way to the elevators.
It was several hours later when there came a knock at the young woman’s door. Janine heard it but she made no attempt to answer it.
The knock came again and again, there was no answer.
Once more, there was another knock and once more, there was no answer.
A key slid into the lock and the key was turned. The door opened and a man stepped into the room and still Janine took no notice of the man.
The man looked at the half eaten box of chocolates and the opened bottle of wine and he smiled to himself. That was enough. That was way more than enough.
Jerry grabbed the girl by the shoulders and he gave her a little shake. “Janine,” the man said. “Janine, can you hear me.”
At first, the girl said nothing so her former agent gave her another shake.
“Come on, I know you can hear me but I want to hear you say it. Can you hear me?”
The girl’s eyes seemed to focus at least momentarily and for the moment, her eyes focused on the man. “Yeah,” her voice slurred out.
“Yeah what,” the man asked.
The girl’s answer came slowly but it did finally come. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I can hear you.”
“That’s very good, Janine. That’s very good, but now you don’t have to say anything. All I want you to do is to listen. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” the answer came slowly.
“You’re going to listen and you’re going to obey. It feels good to listen and it feels even better to obey. I want you to feel it. I want you to feel how good it feels and the better it feels, the more you’re going to want you to keep listening and obeying.
“You like to listen. You like to obey. You’re going to do what you’re told. You’ll do it without question. You’ll do what you’re told.
“You like sex. There’s no need to hide it. We both know that. You like sex. You like it a lot.”
“Yes.”
“I want you to think about sex. I want you to think about how good it makes you feel. I want you to think about how wet your pussy feels. I want you to think about what it feels like when you have a cock between your legs.”
Janine moaned softly.
“I want you to concentrate on that. I want you to concentrate on how good it makes you feel. I want you to concentrate on that to the exclusion of all other things. It feels so good and you want to keep feeling it over and over again.”
Janine moaned again
“And now the feeling is getting even bigger and stronger. The more you think about it, the more you need it. The more you need it, the more you think about it. That makes sense doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Are you thinking about it? Are you thinking about sex?”
“Yes.”
“You need to get fucked. That’s why you’re thinking about sex and the more you think about sex, the more you need to get fucked.”
Janine moaned a little louder and her body squirmed just a little.
“It’s so hard for you to get comfortable when you don’t have a cock between your legs. You know that. You need to get fucked all the time.”
The girl let out a whimpering moan.
“You’re a bitch in heat. You need to get fucked. You need cock. You need it all the time and you know what you need. You’re the type of girl who’ll offer your pussy up to just about anyone who has a dick.”
The girl fidgeted a bit at that.
Jerry was hardly surprised. “Is there a problem,” he asked.
“A-a-anyone,” the girl asked.
“Anyone,” Jerry said. “Are you horny right now? Do you need to fuck?”
“Yes.”
“You need it right now. You can’t lie to yourself. Feel the cock between your legs. Feel it stroking you. It feels so good and you need it so bad.”
“Yes,” the girl whimpered.
“You can’t wait for some guy to get in his car and drive all the way over here. You need it now.”
“I need it now.”
“That’s right. You don’t have time to wait. You need it now, and besides, it’s so good fucking guys you don’t even know because you never know what you will get.”
“I ... yes.”
“You like fucking guys you don’t know. You like fucking guys you’ve never fucked before. You’ll fuck just about anybody. In fact, there’s only one guy you won’t fuck, and that’s Harvey. Harvey Montrose. You won’t ever let him fuck you.”
“Not Harvey.”
“Not ever Harvey. Never Harvey.”
“Never Harvey.”
Someone nudged Jerry in the ribs and Jerry smiled. “One last thing,” Jerry said. “Do you know the doorman of your building?”
“The doorman?”
“Yes, the doorman. Do you know him?”
“Yes.”
“What’s his name?”
“His name?”
“Yes, his name. You say you know him. What’s his name?”
“It’s ... it’s—”
“Come on. You said you know him. What’s his name?”
“D-d-dan,” the girl said hesitantly.
Jerry grinned at the man standing beside him. His name was actually Don but then he turned his attention back to the girl. “His name’s not Dan,” Jerry said, “but you’re going to call him that because every time you do, it’s going to remind him what a bitch you’ve always been to him. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“But there’s a reason you’ve been a bitch for all this time. You want him to fuck you. You want it so bad. You’ve always wanted it. You’ve always needed it and that’s why you’re so mean, because you wanted ‘Dan’ to come and take you and fuck the hell out of your pussy. You need his cock.”
“I need his cock.”
“That’s right. You need his cock. You need ‘Dan’s’ cock.”
“I need Dan’s cock.”
“You’re going to go to sleep now,” Jerry said. “You’re going to go to sleep and you’re going to forget that we were ever here but you’re dreams are going to be wildly erotic. It’s all you can think about even when you’re asleep and when you wake up, you’re going to be so incredibly ready to fuck. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“All right then. Get up and go to bed.”
With not another word, Janine stood and walked out of the room.
“That’s it,” the doorman asked when the two men were back in the hallway.
Jerry nodded. “That’s it.”
The doorman looked at the agent. “I have to know. Have you done this kind of thing before.”
Jerry just turned and looked at the man. “There are some things that you’re better off not knowing,” the man said and then he said nothing more.
Janine Ainsley woke up the next morning incredibly horny. That was hardly a surprise, the young actress told herself. It seemed as if she was always horny these days.
She had a vibrator but she knew that wasn’t going to do it. She knew what she really needed. What she needed was a big, hard cock.
Still, she knew what she needed and she needed it now, and even if it wasn’t a real cock, at least the vibrator was there so in no time at all, she had the little device between her legs.
It was weird but it wasn’t working. In fact, she was sure it wouldn’t but she remembered using it before and it worked then, so why wasn’t it working now.
She tried it again but the result was the same. If anything, rather than alieving her need, the device just seemed to intensify what she knew she already needed. She needed to get fucked. She needed a cock and she needed it now.
She finally gave up in frustration. It wasn’t working. Did it really matter why it wasn’t?
She headed off to the shower. Harvey had a deal he was working for her and he wanted to talk some options over with her. She was feeling good about this, she told herself. Moving to Harvey was a good thing. Moving to Harvey meant freedom. Jerry’d been good to her. She had to admit that, but he was always so demanding and he seemed to treat her as if she couldn’t make any decisions for herself. He was such a fucking puritan. Harvey, at least, was going to give herself some freedom to do what she wanted to do.
The shower got her clean but it got her hotter as well. Just the feel of her hands as they played over her body was enough to get her even hotter and yet she knew what she really needed. What she needed was a big, hard cock between her legs.
She had an appointment. Harvey had set it up for her. She was supposed to meet a casting director. She’d only met the guy once before but that was enough. The guy was a total sleaze and she’d told Harvey that but Harvey had told her she’d have to do it anyway. She hadn’t liked that but if she was going to have to do it, then she’d just have to make the best of it.
She stepped out of her apartment and made her way to the elevator. A man was standing there. She’d seen him before but other than that, she didn’t know him. He was an older man with white hair and a white moustache. He’d always seemed a bit aloof before and that was just fine with Janine, only ...
Only she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t realized it before, but the guy’s white hair kind of made him seem kind of distinguished. Okay, he was old enough to be her father ... make that her grandfather ... but there was still something about him. She’d never fucked an old guy before. She couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like.
The elevator arrived and the two of them stepped on board and somehow, the closeness of the vehicle just seemed to intensify her feelings. It was almost as if she could feel him standing there. She couldn’t believe she was thinking it, but she was kind of wishing that the man would force her down, that he’d get her down on her hands and knees and that he’d shove his cock into her from behind.
Geez, get a grip on yourself, Janine told herself. He’s just a guy.
Yeah, but still. She couldn’t help but wonder what his cock would feel like.
The doors opened and the man stepped out with Janine close behind. Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. Show a little control.
The man behind the counter tipped his cap at her. “Good morning, Ms. Ainsley.”
“Good morning, Dan,” the young actress said. God, she was hot for him. It seemed like she was always hot for him.
“Is there anything I can get for you, Ms. Ainsley?”
Yeah. How ‘bout your cock all nice and hard and waiting, and I could hop up on top of it and I could fuck your brains out or you could fuck mine. It doesn’t much matter to me.
“Just my car,” Janine replied.
“Right away, Ms. Ainsley.”
Janine nodded, and she pretended not to notice him but the truth was her doorman was so fucking hot. She wanted to fuck him. She wanted it bad.
Her car arrived within minutes but in that short amount of time, her pussy was already sopping wet. It took every ounce of energy to get herself moving even though she knew there was a part of her that would have just liked to stay where she was and let Dan fuck the hell out of her.
It was better in the car. Janine wasn’t sure what had come over her back at the apartment complex. Her doorman was a nobody and she was on her way up and besides, she had a reputation to protect, so that was just weird, and besides, if she’d let him fuck her, then he’d want to do it again, and suddenly, it’d be getting way out of hand, and she couldn’t have that.
Janine turned the radio up to drown out her thoughts. Besides, she had an interview to prepare for and she couldn’t do that if she was thinking about how nice it would be to feel Dan’s cock between her legs.
The part was for a research scientist. She was supposed to be smart but none of the men took her serious because she was just a woman, and what made it worse was that her husband was a scientist, too, only he wasn’t as good as her. Janine thought it over as she drove. She thought she could relate to the woman. People didn’t take her serious either but they’d be taking her seriously enough pretty soon.
She’d talked to a friend of hers who had a friend who was a scientist. From what she could tell, the guy was pretty dry. He seemed to be totally into his work, the friend had said. Okay, dedicated, Janine thought. That was what she needed to be, but she needed some way of making her human because if she didn’t, the audience wouldn’t connect with her. Okay, dedicated, but human. She could do that.
She walked into the casting director’s office where the man’s secretary greeted her at the front. “Good morning, Ms. Ainsley,” the woman said. “Mr. Rivers is running a few minutes late but he told me he’d be with you shortly.”
“That’s fine,” Janine told the woman. “I’ll wait,” she said as if there was really any choice in the matter. Of course, she’d wait although it was damned unprofessional to have to do so.
It had only been about ten minutes before the door opened and Michael Rivers came out but he wasn’t alone. Tiffany Walters was with him. Janine growled to herself. If they were considering her for this part, then maybe this wasn’t the sort of project she wanted to be involved with anyway. From what she’d heard, Tiffany Walters was a bit of an airhead and if the rumors were true, a bit of a slut, too. She was totally not the right person for the lead in this movie.
“You’ve got my number,” the other woman asked.
“I’ve got it right here,” the man assured her. “Like I told you, we’ll be in touch.”
Janine knew the other girl had seen her and Janine knew that Tiffany was going to pretend she hadn’t. “Well, all right then,” she said. “I look forward to hearing from you.”
The man nodded and he watched her go before turning his attention on Janine. “Ms. Ainsley,” the man said. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Janine nodded. She’d only met the man once before so she didn’t really know him at all so maybe it was only fair that she hadn’t known it before but Michael Rivers was such a ... well, hunk wasn’t the right word, but he had this almost animal magnetism about him. He was so fucking hot.
“If you’d follow me then.”
Janine nodded again. Anywhere, she told herself. She’d follow him anywhere.
“I understand you’re here to interview for the part of Dr. Sally Tashmann. Why don’t we start out with you telling me what it is you think you bring to the part.”
As distracted as she was by the casting director’s sexy body, Janine almost missed her cue to speak. “I’ve, um, I’ve been researching the part,” Janine began, trying desperately to remember all the things she’d thought about on the way over. “I, um, I think it’s an important part.”
“Yes, but why is it an important part?”
Why is ... why is what?
“Ms. Ainsley, I really need you to focus.”
Focus. That was an important part of it. “She’s dedicated,” Janine blurted out.
“Who’s dedicated?”
“Huh?”
“You said she’s dedicated. Who’s dedicated?”
Janine shook her head. It was so hard to think about anything else but the man’s cock. “D-d-doctor Tashmann,” she said.
“She’s dedicated. What else?”
Janine shook her head. Why couldn’t she think about anything more than getting her pussy fucked.
“Ms. Ainsley,” the casting director said again, “you really need to concentrate.”
“Human,” Janine blurted out. “She needs to be more human.”
“Human?”
Janine nodded. “I can make her more human.”
“How?”
“What?”
“How can you make her more human?”
Make who ... oh wait, the character ... “She needs to fuck more.”
“What?!”
“She needs to fuck more, you know, to show that she’s more human.”
“I’m not sure I follow you.”
What was wrong with her, Janine wondered. She really wasn’t this sex obsessed. Not really. It was just that ... that ... it was just what? She wasn’t like this.
“I’m not sure I follow you,” the man said again.
God. Was he really that dense? Did he need her to knock him down and jump on top of him to show him what she needed, because she’d do that if that was what he wanted.
No. No, that was wrong. That was ... was ...
The man was leering at her now. He was such a fucking pervert and Janine knew she shouldn’t like that only, only why did it make her so fucking hot.
“I can show you what she needs,” Janine said, and then almost immediately, she chastised herself for saying that.
“You can, huh. Show me how?”
Janine knew it was wrong but she also knew that that wasn’t going to stop her. “You know that scene where Sally confronts Dr. Gerry?”
The casting director nodded.
“Well, I think it should go like this,” she said and with that, Janine’s voice changed as she started to play the part in the script.
“You know I don’t get any respect,” Janine said. “Whatever I do, it’s never good enough, and it’s just not fair.”
Janine let her body slide to the floor and then she was slipping between the casting director’s legs. This was so very wrong.
“I do and do and do,” Janine went on, still reciting the lines from the script even as her hand opened the front of the man’s slacks, “but you know me. I work twice as hard as any man and I do some things that men just can’t do,” and with that, Janine slid her mouth down around the casting director’s cock.
The man moaned deeply as the woman sucked on his cock and then he moaned again as Janine pulled her mouth free.
“But no matter how hard I work,” Janine said still quoting from the script, “I never get any respect. I have the feeling that no matter what I do, it’ll never be good enough for you,” and once again, Janine’s mouth descended on the man’s cock.
Janine stopped speaking as her mouth continued to suck that cock. Oh God, she couldn’t believe how good this felt but as good as it felt, she knew how wet her pussy was and she knew she needed more.
The lines of the woman’s monologue were still running through Janine’s head even as she pulled back and stripped off her tight, designer jeans. She knew the man was watching her as she stripped off her panties and finally peeled away her top.
“I bend over backwards for you,” the actress said even as she knelt on her hands and knees, “and all I ask from you is that you just open your eyes and see me for the person I am.”
Janine stopped speaking then. She knew what she was doing was wrong, very wrong, but she just didn’t care because it just felt so right. She needed to get fucked. She needed it bad.
She needed to cum but she needed him to make her cum. Harder, she thought. Pound me harder. Make me cum.
“Oh geez,” the man groaned. “Oh geez.”
He was going to do it, Janine realized. He was going to do it. He was going to make her cum and she wanted him to do it. She needed him to make her cum.
“Oh ... fuck,” the man grunted and Janine could feel the man’s cock swell inside her even as her pussy took hold of his member. She could feel his cock as it shot burst after burst of cum inside her. This was what she needed, she told herself. This was ...
Oh geez, she’d never cum this hard before. Oh geez, she liked it. She liked it a lot.
She could feel the man pulling back. It was too bad, she thought. It was too bad because she would have liked to have had him last a little longer, because ... because ... because why?
Reality suddenly crashed in on Janine. Oh my God, the actress told herself. Oh my God. What had she done? What had she done!
She’d let herself get fucked just to get a part, and by Michael Rivers of all people. She didn’t even like him. She felt sick to her stomach. If anyone ever found out what she’d done ...
The best that would happen was that other casting directors would want the same thing that Rivers had gotten. If people found out what she’d done, she’d be expected to put out every time she wanted a job.
That was the best of the worst but the worst was very, very bad. No one would ever take her seriously again and people would start to talk. They’d start to suggest that the only reason she’d gotten as far as she had was because she’d been willing to put out.
“I got to to,” Janine said quickly.
“We still got time. We can go again.”
Janine shook her head even as she grabbed up her clothes. “I got to go.”
“But—”
Janine already had her panties on. It felt disgusting having his cum still up inside her cunt but what was she going to do. She looked at the man even as she put her bra in place. “Listen,” she told the man, “what we did, it never happpened, okay? For both our reputations, it never happened. You got that.”
It was the only play she had, to make Rivers think that his reputation would be damaged too if this came out. She hoped he’d agree. It was her only hope.
The man nodded.
Janine already had her top on. She had to give up the part. She knew that, but if she didn’t get the part, then no matter what anyone said, she must not have had to do anything bad to get it. “Just remember, I tried out, but I didn’t get it. Nothing else happened, okay?”
The man nodded.
Janine already had her jeans on. She wished she didn’t have to trust him but she also knew she didn’t have any choice.
“Just remember,” she said again, “nothing happened,” and with that, she was gone.
Janine finally stopped to take a breath out on the street. She had no idea why she’d done what she’d done, but what worried her most was that she was afraid it might just happen again.