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This is my first time posting to the newsgroup, I hope you like the
story, and I would appreciate any comments about it. This is a work of
fiction, it deals with adult themes and topics, and should not be read
by anyone under the age of consent. I hope it comes out well as I'm not
sure how it will look. I reserve all rights to the story.
Stephanie lead the young girl down the hall, they stopped at
a door where Stephanie knocked, then opened the door and entered.
The young girl followed her in timidly.
"This is one of our four sound stages, this is where all the
writers ideas come to life, and get captured for posterity,"
Stephanie told her.
The young girl looked around the large empty room. "It
doesn't look that impressive," she said sadly.
Stephanie smiled. "That's because it hasn't been used
recently, this is were we filmed the movie that brought us to
prominence, and was the first adult film to go over 100 million
copies," she said proudly.
The young girl looked around carefully. "It's hard to believe
that this is the place," she said softly.
Stephanie smiled as she walked over to the curtain, she pulled
a lever, and the curtain pulled back to show a metal wall.
Stephanie pushed a button in the wall, part of it slid up, and they
found themselves looking down at the planet they were presumably
orbiting.
The young girls eyes grew wide. "I can't believe it! That's
the planet from the movie," she said in amazement.
Stephanie smiled. "The writer had a few other talents that he
kept secret about, most of the special effects were designed, and
done through his wizardry," she said proudly.
The young girl looked out the window. "I can't wait to meet
him," she said breathlessly.
Stephanie smiled. "You already have. He has another job
here, one that allows him his freedom, and everyone respects his
privacy."
The young girl looked at her curiously. "Why tell me all
this?"
"He has had a few problems since that movie came out,"
Stephanie told her. "He still writes, most of his stuff is still
unfinished, but he gives some outlines to the other writers and
they've done justice to his ideas. We listen to his comments about
young actresses that come along, those that he comments favorably
on we invite for an interview, and he says yes or no on them."
The young girl swallowed hard. "You mean he's seen me?"
Stephanie nodded. "Yes. Even though your movie won't be
released until next week, he's seen your performance, and we merely
await his decision."
The young girl turned to look out at the retreating planet.
"How? How did he get his hands on something that they've kept
under wraps?"
Stephanie chuckled. "I don't know, nor do I care to know, and
neither should you. This isn't about espionage, this is about the
opportunity to do good work, and enjoy yourself as well. He said
you had talent, not just in the sex scenes, but real talent as an
actress. Some of our ladies, as well as the men, have lucrative
contracts for real pictures."
The girl looked at her curiously. "That's not what the other
producers say."
Stephanie started to say something, then stiffened as she
looked past her, and swallowed hard. The girl turned to see a man
in uniform approaching them, she felt a shiver run up her spine as
his eyes brushed hers, and she looked at Stephanie. Stephanie
glanced at her. "Be very careful around this man, they call him
the Iceman, and I'll explain later," she said nervously.
Stephanie stepped up as the man approached. "Good morning
Michael. How are you today?"
Michael stopped near her. "I'm doing okay, Stephanie. Who's
the young lady?"
Stephanie smiled. "A prospect we've invited over for a chat,"
she said pleasantly.
Michael's eyes bored into the young girl. "A looker. Can she
act?"
Stephanie shrugged. "Why not find out?"
Michael gave Stephanie an icy glare. "You know I don't do
that."
The young girl reacted without thinking. "You do that
poorly?"
Michael turned to her with a look that turned her blood to ice
water. "Don't push," he said coldly.
The girl drew herself to full height. "I don't think you can
act at all," she said haughtily.
For a minute Michael said nothing. "Stephanie, create a
scene," he said in a hard voice.
Stephanie regarded them silently for a moment. "The scene is
this: you two are lovers, she has just had a brush with death, and
a fight over her walking into a dangerous situation. Her name is
Lucia, yours is Stephan. Michael shall begin."
Michael took a deep breath. "Damn it Lucia, don't you
understand why I act this way?" he said with a touch of pain in his
voice.
The girl looked at him curiously. "Stephan. You have always
hidden your true self from me. How am I to know if you love me or
are just using me to your own ends?"
"It is the nature of the beast you toy with, Lucia," he told
her as he half turned from her. "Words are lost to us, we know not
how to say that which you can understand as we intend it to be, and
we are lost for any way of truly letting our feelings be shown."
The girl stepped up to him. "You seek to hide yourself again,
Stephan. Are words your only means of communication?" she asked as
she turned his face to hers.
Michael looked down into her eyes. "Woman, your touch makes
my blood boil. I am enveloped in a raging fire that burns hot
enough to sear my soul, even now I must control myself lest I
forget, and ravish you where you stand," he told her coarsely.
The girl could feel the tension of his body. "Perhaps that is
what I wish," she said with a soft smile.
Michael's hand suddenly grabbed her hair to tilt her face
upwards to his. "Then perhaps I should quench these fires that
torment me," he said as he looked into her eyes.
The girl was amazed at the fire in his eyes, there was no
acting here, and she realized that there were fires that needed
quenching. She snaked her hand down to cup his crotch, feeling the
hardening lump there, and she licked her lips temptingly. She
closed her eyes as his lips found hers, their tongues dueled as
they explored each others mouths, and his arm pulled her to him.
Stephanie watched in amazement as they clawed at each other,
she wasn't sure if they were acting or not, and she fought the urge
to stop them.
The girl trembled as his lips caressed her throat, she could
feel the heat that emanated from him, and she willed him to
continue until both of their fires were quenched. Michael slipped
the straps of her dress off her shoulders, he tugged on the sides,
and bared her breasts. Stephanie watched as the two became lost in
their characters, she realized that if she didn't stop them they
would consummate their love, and perhaps ruin their lives.
She walked over to where they were standing. "Cut, Michael."
Michael looked up at her, then he stepped back from the girl,
and took a deep breath to calm himself.
The young girl opened her eyes, she looked over at Stephanie,
and then at Michael. Michael watched her lick her lips. "Shall we
take this up at a later date?" she asked him huskily.
Michael smiled ruefully. "I guess I forgot to mention my
three years in the Drama Club at college. Stephanie, remember to
shut the shield," he told her before walking away.
Stephanie watched as he disappeared into the shadows, she
turned back to look at the young girl, and saw the hungry look in
her eyes.
"Forget about him, Lisa," she told the girl. "No matter what
you think he felt, he has no emotions that we've been able to
discover."
Lisa shook her head. "There are emotions there, Stephanie,
they run very deep and I think they are very strong. This one will
bear watching, whether by me or someone else is the question, and
I'll join if I get an offer."
Stephanie shook her head. "Lisa, the cops won't even mess
with him if he's doing 140 down Hollywood Blvd, and his car's on
fire. Hell, even the fucking gangs are scared of this guy, and
won't touch his car if he leaves it running in the middle of the
street with no one around. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"
Lisa nodded. "I understand exactly what you're saying, but it
doesn't change anything, and I'm still going to pursue the matter
with him."
Stephanie shook her head as she closed the shield. "It's time
to move on."
Lisa nodded as she pulled her dress up to cover herself. "Did
you know about the Drama Club?"
Stephanie shook her head. "No, that was a surprise. We knew
he went to college, but as to what he studied, or extra curricular
activities were still a mystery."
There was a five year contract waiting for Lisa when they got
back to the office, Lisa smiled as she read it over, and signed on
the indicated lines. Stephanie was amazed that she didn't argue
over the salary, or any of the premises of the contract, and that
she was smiling as she read the contract. They gave her the
necessary paperwork to cover taxes, payroll deductions, medical
insurance, and vehicle identification stickers. Lisa still had a
smile on her face as she walked out to her car, she put the sticker
on, climbed in and headed for home. She remembered the feel of his
body against hers, the way he touched her, and what he smelled
like. She made it home without realizing she'd driven there, she
parked the car, and headed up to her apartment. She dropped her
purse on the couch after locking the door, then walked out on the
balcony, and stood looking over the city. Her eyes scanned the
builds.
"I know you're out there some where, Iceman, and I can't wait
to get you," she thought silently.
She headed into the bedroom, stripped out of her clothes, and
admired herself in the full length mirror. Her skin was lightly
tanned with no lines, her auburn hair hung down to her shoulders,
and framed a childish face. She ran her hands up her sides, then
they cupped and lifted her melon like breasts. She bit her lip as
she lightly pinched her stiff nipples. "God, you made me so horny
today, Iceman. I wanted you so badly," she told him mentally.
She allowed her hand to glide down over her flat stomach,
through the light curls of her mons, and caressed the damp opening
down there. She shivered as she allowed her fingers to graze her
most sensitive areas, then she gasped as they slipped inside her,
and sent her reeling from the pleasure. She collapsed on the bed
afterwards, sighing contentedly as she savored the waning pleasure,
and she wondered just how big he was.
She sat up on the bed. "I could sure use your talents right
now, Iceman," she told the empty room.
She sighed again as she stood, stretched, and padded into the
bathroom. She drew some nice hot water for a bath, climbed in when
it was full, and let the warmth drain the tension away.
After bathing she threw on a light robe, turned on some soft
music, poured herself some wine and went out to watch the sunset.
She wondered what Michael was doing now, if he was enjoying another
woman, or watching the same sunset that she was. She went inside
when she started getting cold, turned to the fireplace to start a
fire, and found that one was already going. She stopped in
confusion.
"When did I start that?" she asked herself.
She shook her head as she started for it, then the smell hit
her, fresh meat cooking and she knew she wasn't alone. She headed
for the kitchen, found the pot roast in the oven, and noticed that
it was just about done. She noticed that the table was set for
two, there were candles on the table as well, and a vase holding
three roses was the center piece. A bottle of wine as there also,
she checked the label, and noticed that it was a very expensive
one.
"I think you'll find that it is very good with red meat," a
shadow told her. "It's not the best that it's been but it's
acceptable."
Lisa smiled as she recognized the voice. "Welcome to my
humble home, Iceman."
He chuckled as he came out of the shadows. "I hope you don't
mind my making myself at home."
Lisa shook her head as she poured them both some wine. "Not
at all. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about you earlier, and
hoping that you'd stop by."
Michael accepted the glass from her. "I know. I watched you
at the mirror," he told her before tasting the wine.
Lisa blushed. "Did you like what you saw?"
He smiled at her. "I'm still here, aren't I?"
Lisa chuckled. "Do you want to eat first or work up an
appetite?"
Michael smiled as he set his wine down. "I leave that up to
you."
Lisa smiled as she walked over to the stove, she turned off
the heat, and turned back to face him. He swept her up in his
arms, carried her out of the kitchen, and into the bedroom before
setting her down. Lisa looked down at the white fur that covered
the bed, candles burned around the room, and she could smell a
lingering incense in the air. Lisa turned to look at him, she
watched as he opened her robe, and let it fall to the floor. She
stood there as he let his eyes roam her naked curves.
"Exquisite," he murmured softly.
Lisa trembled as she watched him strip, she reached out to run
her fingers through his chest hairs, and she watched as he opened
his belt. Her eyes widened as his pants hit the floor, she hadn't
expected him to be so large, and for a moment there was fear.
Lust quickly overcame fear, she reached for him, kissing him
and caressing him to fullness. Michael let his hands explored her
body as well, she moaned every time he touched one of her special
spots, and she found she had a few she didn't know about. He drove
her wild with his hands, then laid her on the bed, joined her and
satisfied her desires completely.
Lisa curled up next to him. "You are one hell of a man,
Michael. How have you managed to stay single?"
Michael glanced at her, he continued to look at the ceiling,
and she finally propped herself up to look at him. She looked at
his impassive face. "Are you married, Michael?" She watched as he
got out of bed.
"What do you think?"
Lisa sat there watching him as he got dressed. "I didn't say
you had to leave."
He sighed as he pulled on his pants. "There are things I
still have to do."
Lisa glanced at the clock. "It's one in the morning. What
can you do at this hour?"
Michael smiled ruefully. "You'd be surprised at just what all
is going on."
Lisa covered herself with the fur. "Will you come back?"
"Tonight? No," he told her. "Another night? I can't say for
sure."
Lisa was silent for a moment. "You still haven't answered my
question. Are you married?"
Michael said nothing as he slipped on his shoes, he stood up,
and walked out of the room without answering her. Lisa listened to
the sound of the door closing behind him, part of her said that he
was married, and another said he wasn't. She lay there thinking
about it for a while, it made no sense when you considered the way
he acted, and she finally gave up on it.
The next day she received a script via courier, inside the
script was a note saying they would be starting in ten days, and
that she needed to learn the highlighted lines. She spent all day
learning her lines, at night she waited for Michael's return, and
each night she went to bed alone.
The night before shooting was to start she had trouble getting
to sleep, she kept waking up, and was about to give up when she
heard something in the living room. She slipped out of bed,
slipped on a robe, and quietly padded down the hall to the living
room. She was surprised to see a fire going, she looked at the
table to find a bottle of wine there, and she heard the stereo
start playing some Big Band music.
Lisa stepped out into the living room. "Michael?"
She watched as a rose slowly rose from behind the couch, she
smiled as she walked around the couch, and found him laying naked
on the floor.
He smiled up at her. "Couldn't sleep?"
She smiled as she knelt down next to him. "No, too worried
about tomorrow."
He sat up, poured them some wine, and handed her a glass.
She sipped it cautiously. "Mmmmm, this is wonderful. How did
you know?"
Michael smiled ruefully. "It's my business to know
everything," he told her jovially.
Lisa watched as he sat up, he wrapped his arms around her, and
heard her contented sigh.
Lisa sipped her wine. "How can you be such a wonderful lover,
know all there is to know about treating a lady right, and still
stay single?"
Michael chuckled. "I never asked anyone to marry me."
Lisa sighed as her eyes closed. "Maybe I should be the one
asking," she murmured sleepily.
Michael took the glass from her hand as she drifted off to
sleep, he finished his wine as he held her, and finally slipped out
from under her. He banked the fire, dressed himself, and left the
apartment.
Lisa was woken by the phone, she picked it up, and said hello.
A soft chuckle greeted her.
"Good morning sleepy head, time to get up, and face the
world," Michael said.
It took Lisa a minute to realize just who it was. "Michael,
what time is it?"
"It's eight in the morning, love," he told her. "We start
shooting at ten and you'll need to be here."
Lisa sighed as she rolled onto her back. "It was so nice
having your arms wrapped around me."
He chuckled softly. "Don't forget the fire and the wine, that
may have had something to do with it, and probably the fact you
were tired."
Lisa shook her head. "Nope. I needed to have someone's arms
wrapped around me, just the way you did, and that is what put me to
sleep. I'm just sorry I went to sleep so fast," she said huskily.
Michael chuckled. "Save it for the screen, sweetness," he
told her before hanging up.
Lisa let her hand slip between her legs. "God, that man makes
me horny," she thought as her finger caressed her wetness. She
brought herself off twice, then climbed into the shower, and
cleaned up.
She got dressed, grabbed everything, and headed for the
studio. She didn't see Michael when she pulled in, there was
someone else there, and she felt a little disappointed. She parked
her car in the appropriate spot, locked the doors, and headed into
the studio. She headed over to sound stage three, found out where
her quarters were, and went to see what type of outfits she had to
wear.
Lisa slipped into her first outfit, a red satin gown, black
lace crotchless panties, open cup bra, garter belt, and black
nylons. She headed out to see the director, to get her
instructions, and walk through the performance. The director put
her through her paces, nodded his satisfaction, and proceeded to
shoot her scenes. Lisa went back to her room after the shooting
was over, she knelt on the chair, and started taking off her
makeup. She still wore the underwear, but not much else, and she
liked the way it turned her on. She was washing her face when she
heard a familiar voice.
"Now that's what I call a greeting," Michael said jovially.
Lisa splashed her face with water. "I'm glad you like it."
She heard him walking over to her as she grabbed a towel, she
started patting her face, and wondered why he was so quiet.
She found out a second later as his hands grabbed her hips, he
pulled her backwards, and impaled her on his hardness. Lisa
shuddered at the sudden penetration, she bit the towel, and muffled
that sounds of her crest.
Lisa looked at him in the mirror. "Fuck me you bastard," she
whispered.
Michael smiled as he started ramming into her, he reached
under her, and started tweaking her nipples as well. Lisa held the
towel in her teeth, all she could do was shudder as he pounded into
her viciously, and drove her from one crest to another. She tossed
her head as she felt his thumb brushing her anus, she wondered if
he wanted to take her anally, and looked back at him.
"Not that way," she panted. "Not now. I've never had it that
way."
Michael nodded, he closed his eyes to concentrate on the
pleasure, and soon erupted inside her.
Lisa looked back at him as they cleaned up. "You're full of
surprises, aren't you?"
Michael smiled. "I'm a man of mystery, Lisa, and I'm always
full of surprises."
Lisa sat down heavily in the chair. "I could really fall for
a man like you. You're a great lover, you know how to make a woman
feel like a woman, and you're very handsome."
Michael chuckled as he shook his head. "Sorry, sweetness.
That would be very detrimental to your career."
Lisa looked over at the man who opened her door. "The
Director would like to see you, Lisa."
Lisa nodded. "I'll be there shortly," she told him.
Lisa turned back to where Michael was standing, he smiled at
her, and headed out the door. Lisa sighed wearily, then threw a
robe on, and headed out to where the Director was waiting.
The man smiled as she came over. "You did quite well in your
scenes, Lisa, and every one is very pleased with you. The
producers were wondering just what type of scenes you'd like to be
doing in the future."
Lisa looked at him blankly. "I hadn't really thought about
it, there are a few people I'd like to work with, and that's about
all I've really given any thought to."
The man nodded. "Get me a list of who you want to work with,
what kind of sex you're willing to go with, and we'll see what we
can do."
Lisa smiled. "I'll have it on your desk first thing in the
morning," she told him happily.
The man smiled, then turned to the people who were standing
there listening, and yelled about not being able to make a movie
with everyone doing nothing.
When Lisa got home, she sat down with some paper, and started
writing names. She started to add Michael's name to the list, then
realized that she didn't know his last name, and she left it blank.
She started thinking about what type of sex turned her on, she
wrote down what she knew she liked, and put a question mark by the
others. She wondered if Michael would be willing to help her learn
about them, if she would like to learn about them, and she marked
off what she didn't think she'd like. The hair on the back of her
neck suddenly stood up, she turned around, and found someone
standing in the shadows.
She cocked her head. "Michael?"
She stood up slowly when there was no response, she realized
from the height of the shadow that it wasn't Michael, and she was
very afraid of just who it was.
She was edging towards the door when they finally spoke.
"There is no need to be afraid, Lisa," the woman said softly.
Lisa froze at the sound of her voice. "How do you know my
name?"
There was a soft chuckle. "We always know who is involved
with Michael."
Lisa felt a shiver run up her spine. "Who are you?"
"Just a friend," the woman replied softly. "You have no need
to be afraid of us."
Lisa looked at her curiously. "Who is "WE"? Where and who
are the others?"
Lisa watched as the woman stepped into the light, she wore a
cloak that covered her, and a hood that half hid her face. The
woman looked at Lisa closely. "You are more beautiful than we were
told you were."
Lisa blushed at the comment. "Who or what are you?"
The woman smiled jovially. "Just call me Arty. We are,
helpers, keeping an eye on how things are going."
Lisa felt a tingling in her belly, she knew what she wanted to
do now that the fear had subsided, and she wondered if that was why
the woman came. Lisa walked over to where the woman stood.
"Did you come here for some special reason?"
Arty nodded. "The man you love is dangerous, he is involved
with things that are, shall we say important, and you place your
life in jeopardy by being with him."
Lisa stopped in front of her. "Is that why you're here
tonight?"
Arty nodded. "We came to warn you of your danger, that you
might....What are you doing?" she asked as Lisa opened her cloak.
Lisa said nothing as she looked at the white gown underneath
the cloak, she could tell that nothing was being worn underneath
it, and she sank to her knees in front of her. Lisa smiled up at
Arty as she ran her hands up her legs, she lifted the hem of the
dress, and exposed the dark patch of fur she sought.
Arty watched as Lisa lowered her face to the dark fur, she
allowed her legs to be pressed open, and felt Lisa's warm breath on
her flesh. Lisa watched Arty's face as she snaked out her tongue,
she tasted Arty's sex, and watched as she trembled with excitement.
Arty closed her eyes as the pleasure washed through her, she
steadied herself by placing a hand on Lisa's head, and she pressed
herself against her exploring tongue.
Lisa smiled as she realized just how excited Arty was, she
stood up, took her hand and lead her over to the couch. Lisa sat
her down, then knelt between her spread legs, and continued her
explorations. Lisa discovered that she really enjoyed pleasing
another woman, it had been one of the things she had put a question
mark by, and she made a mental note to check it off. Lisa reached
up to pull the gown away from Arty's breasts, she was amazed at how
inviting they looked, and succumbed to the temptation to suckle
there.
Arty shivered as she allowed Lisa to do as she willed, she
loved the feelings that she was receiving, and finally decided to
return the favor. She pulled Lisa up for a kiss, her hands
caressed Lisa's breasts, and their tongues dueled as they kissed.
Arty opened Lisa's robe to allow better access to her body, her
hand dipped down to explore Lisa's sex, and she found that it was
dripping wet. Arty pulled back from the kiss, she pushed Lisa to
the floor, and dived for her wetness. Lisa gasped as Arty began
her assault, she jumped each time her tongue touched her trigger,
and gushed more of her juices for Arty to swallow. Arty quickly
made the connection between the two, she began to concentrate of
the little nubbin of flesh, and Lisa went wild under her
ministrations. Lisa screamed as she crested, she pulled Arty's
mouth tighter to her sex, and flooded it with her juices. Arty
drank them down hungrily, she sucked up all the juice, and went for
more. Lisa began pulling her around so that she could also satisfy
her thirst, and Arty speedily assumed the position.
That was when Michael showed up, he found them that way, and
smiled as he watched Lisa feasting on the other woman's flesh. He
smiled as he watched them quietly, he thought he recognized the
woman with Lisa, but he wasn't sure.
Lisa just happened to see him standing there, she motioned for
him to join them, and returned to what she was doing. Michael
stripped quickly, he walked over to where they were laying, and
filled Arty with one quick thrust. Arty shuddered through her
crest, she started bucking against Michael, and redoubled her
efforts on Lisa. Lisa alternated between Arty's trigger, Michael's
balls, and his anus. Michael reached under Arty to caress her
breasts, he pinched her nipples, and pounded into her furiously.
Arty started cresting almost continuously, she couldn't catch her
breath, and finally collapsed in exhaustion. Lisa wasted no time
in crawling onto Michael, she filled herself with his hardness, and
started riding him hard. Michael filled his hands with her flesh,
he began to knead her breasts, and pinch the stiff nipples. Lisa
tossed her head as the pleasure grew to where she could barely
stand it, then she felt herself slip over the edge, and she
collapsed on top of Michael. He held her as she caught her breath,
then he kissed her as he rolled over on top of her, and began to
slowly stroke into her. Lisa sighed as she enjoyed the feeling of
his body on hers, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled
him down for a kiss.
Michael continued at a slow pace, he wanted to make the
pleasure last for a while, and he knew that she enjoyed what he
was doing to her. Michael looked down into her face, he could see
the love she felt for him, and he wondered at his own feelings for
her.
Lisa looked up into his eyes. "I love you wild man," she
whispered to him.
He stopped moving. "I wish I could say the same."
She smiled up at him. "I know, Michael. I still want you as
my lover, I need to feel you inside me, and I want you to help me
explore my sexuality."
Michael nodded. "I will help in whatever way I can."
Lisa kissed him tenderly. "I want you to take me anally."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
Lisa nodded. "You're the only man I want to teach me."
He was silent for a moment. "Okay."
Lisa smiled as she rolled over to present him his target, he
slipped his finger into her wetness, and started spreading it
around her back door. Lisa shivered as he teased her, then she
gasped as his finger slipped into her back door, then he started
working it in and out. Lisa reached back to pull her cheeks apart,
allowing him free access to her anus, and she came as he slipped a
second finger into her. Her eyes were glazed over when he finally
positioned himself for penetration, she shivered as she felt him
stretching her open, and slipped his hardness inside her. Michael
watched her face for any sign of pain, he allowed her to get used
to his size before pushing forward again, and burying himself fully
in her rectum.
Lisa was panting by the time he was fully in her, she could
feel the heat radiating from his flesh, and it was pushing her
towards the edge. Michael gritted his teeth at the pleasure he was
receiving, he slowly pulled back until just the crown remained
inside her, and filled her up again. Lisa crested hard as he moved
within her, she felt a different kind of pleasure at his invasion,
and she knew why some women like it this way. Michael could feel
his control slipping, he knew he was very near the edge, and he
warned her of his impending eruption.
Lisa licked her lips. "Do it. I want to feel your seed
inside me!"
Michael closed his eyes as he concentrated on the pleasure, he
felt himself slip over the edge, and filled her bowels with his hot
seed. Lisa screamed as she crested, she held him to her as he
pumped his seed into her, and she gasped for breath afterwards.
Michael was breathing hard as he recovered. "I'm going to
pull out now."
Lisa shook her head. "No! Start moving inside me again, move
slowly until you're hard, and then really give it to me!"
Michael nodded as he started moving, he could feel her muscles
rippling along his shaft, and he quickly recovered his hardness.
Lisa mewled with delight, she began bucking against him,
driving him into her with more and more force.
Michael grabbed her hips as he started meeting her thrusts
with his own, they were covered with sweat, and Lisa kept urging
him to go faster. Lisa was beyond caring about the world, she was
cresting almost continuously, and she felt something building that
she'd never felt before. When it finally hit, it took her off into
oblivion, and she went totally limp as he crested again.
When Lisa finally opened her eyes she found herself wrapped in
Michaels arms, she looked around the room, and found Arty sitting
on the couch looking at them.
Lisa smiled at her weakly. "How long have I been out?"
"About fourteen hours," Arty told her. "It would seem that
you wore him out."
Lisa smiled as she looked down into Michael's content face.
"He's one hell of a lover, plus he cares whether he can show it or
not, and he can't hide his feeling from me."
Arty cocked her head. "If you think that you know all about
him you're wrong, Lisa. There are things about him you can never
know."
Lisa looked at Arty curiously. "How would you know?"
Arty chuckled. "Nice try, Lisa. But I will tell you this, I
have known him for a long time, and he is not all that you have
seen. There is more to him than you can imagine, more than you can
possibly hope to learn, and things you need not concern yourself
with."
Lisa sighed as she looked down at him. "Is he your son?"
Arty smiled down at her. "No, he is not my son."
Lisa looked at her curiously. "Then what is the connection?"
Arty chuckled. "He is doing things for us, things that do not
concern you, and you should give him as much room as you can."
Lisa looked down at Michael. "I'm not sure that I can, Arty,
I love him too much."
Lisa looked over at the couch, Arty was gone, and Lisa
wondered where she went. She looked back down at Michael, she
wondered just what he was involved in, and who the group was that
he was working for. She laid back down with him, closed her eyes,
and went back to sleep.
When she woke up again Michael was gone. She rolled onto her
back, sighing as she looked up at the ceiling, and wondered just
what was so special about him that she couldn't stay away from him.
Some of it was the way he looked at her, some was the way he made
love to her, and part of it she couldn't explain. She thought
about the part she couldn't explain, there was a draw there that
couldn't be denied, and she wasn't sure that she understood just
what it was.
She finally gave up trying to figure it out, she headed for
the bathroom, and took a long hot bath to sooth the reminders of
their love making. She thought about what the producer had asked
her, she was sure of what she would agree to, and what she wanted
no part of. She realized again that she had failed to get
Michael's last name, then smiled as she realized she could just put
down his position, and hope that they could get him interested for
her. She dried herself off, then got dressed, and headed for her
list. She was surprised to see Michael's name crossed off, she
picked up the list to look at it, and found a note underneath it.
She smiled as she noticed that it was from Michael, the smile
faded as she read the note, and sat down in stunned silence. She
read through the letter again, then dropped it on the table, and
turned to look out the window.
"I don't understand it," she said to herself. "Why would he
just say it was over without going into detail? Unless it has to
do with the group. Who are they? What do they want?."
Lisa poured herself some wine, she walked out onto the
balcony, and looked out at the city.
Something about Arty bothered her, was it the way that she
dressed, or that she talked to her like a child? Whatever else
there was about Arty, one thing was for sure, Arty had the body of
someone used to hardship but she still retained her figure. There
was something about Arty that was familiar, something that didn't
quite fit, but she couldn't figure it out.
"I've seen her face somewhere before," she thought to herself.
"In another lifetime?"
The truth of her statement hit her. "Yes, in another life
time, in another place, and Michael was involved then as well," she
realized. "She hasn't aged since then," the thought came to Lisa
out of the blue. "Michael hasn't changed either, and there was
someone else involved."
Lisa stood there willing herself to remember, but the more she
thought about it the more it slipped away, and she gave up on it in
exasperation. Lisa looked at the time, then turned around, and
headed back into the apartment. She poured herself another drink,
sat down in front of the fire, and thawed herself out. She glanced
over at the calendar on the wall, there was something important
about the day before, but she couldn't think of what it was and
dismissed it as unimportant.
Lisa sighed as she sat there, she let her mind wander, and
found herself reliving the episode with Arty and Michael. She let
her hand drift down to her wetness, her fingers slipped inside her,
and she brought herself off a couple of times. As she lay there
afterwards she wondered if Arty might be willing to take Michael's
place as her lover. The thought was not unappealing, she had
enjoyed pleasing her, and she wondered if she could do what she did
with Michael. Lisa smiled as she decided to try it, she went into
her bedroom, prepared a little surprise for Arty, and began to
concentrate on calling her mentally.
After a while she found that she had fallen asleep, she
stretched the stiffness out of her muscles, and froze as she heard
the sound of someone coming towards the bedroom. She waited as the
caped figure entered her room, she smiled when she recognized the
caped figure, and knew that it had worked.
Arty smiled down at her. "I see you finally figured out how
to call us."
Lisa smiled. "It was an experiment that just happened to
work."
Arty chuckled as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "So
what can I do for you?"
Lisa smiled as she crawled over to her. "Well, it would seem
that Michael has tired of me for a time," she said as she opened
Arty's cloak.
Arty raised an eyebrow. "So what does that have to do with
me?" she asked as she gazed at Lisa's naked body.
Lisa smiled as she pushed Arty back on the bed. "I need a
lover to help me put out my fires, I remembered the fun we had the
other day, and I thought you might be interested in the job," she
explained as she stripped her.
Arty was breathing hard as she watched Lisa tease her body,
she closed her eyes as Lisa's tongue delved into her wetness, and
she gasped in delight. Lisa smiled to herself as she drank down
the sweet juices, she enjoyed watching Arty go wild beneath her,
and wondered if she was the same way. Arty ground her mons into
Lisa's face, she loved the way her tongue seemed to find all the
sensitive spots, and soon crested from her ministrations.
Lisa rolled her onto her stomach, she again started to feast
on her charms, and Arty just closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings.
Arty's eyes flew open when she felt Lisa's tongue probing her anus,
the electrical shock sent a charge through her, and she crested
hard. Lisa smiled to herself as she drank down the heavy flow, she
reached under the bed, and pulled out the surprise she had hidden
there. Arty was going crazy as Lisa tongued the ring of her anus,
she groaned in disappointment as her tongue was withdrawn, and
bucked back to try to find it. Arty gasped as she felt the
vibrator pushing against her anus, she bit her lip as it was pushed
through the tight ring, and slipped into her bowels. Lisa began to
lick her wet folds as she pumped the vibrator into Arty's ass, then
she flipped the switch to the lowest setting, and Arty screamed as
she crested. Arty collapsed on the bed, her inner muscles held the
vibrator three quarters of the way into her, and she could feel
another crest building.
Lisa grabbed hold of the vibrator, she began moving it again,
and slipped two fingers into Arty's wetness. Arty began bucking
back against her, meeting Lisa's thrusts, and Lisa flipped the
switch to the next setting. Arty's eyes rolled up as the
vibrations pushed her over the edge again, she fell onto the bed,
and lay there gasping. Lisa watched her face as the vibrator
continued to buzz in her anus, she could tell that she was building
again, and watched as she crested hard.
Arty turned to look back at her. "No more, please, turn it
off!"
Lisa switched the vibrator off, she left it inside her, and
watched as Arty fell asleep on the bed. Lisa curled up with her,
she removed the vibrator, and went to sleep.
Lisa had the strangest dream that night, it involved Michael,
Arty, another man, and a woman that seemed to be supervising
everything. Michael had been making love to Arty, then the second
man had shown up, and the two men began to fight. That was when
the woman showed up, she stopped the fight for a few minutes, then
turned it into a test of strength, and Michael won after a long
time. The other man began complaining that Michael had cheated,
the older woman merely sat there looking at him quietly for a
moment, and then told him he had lost a fair fight. The man turned
to Michael, he proposed another test, and Michael refused him.
That's when he attacked Michael, he almost caught him off
guard, but Michael recovered too fast. The older woman yelled at
them to stop, then suddenly they were pulled apart by unseen
forces, and the woman raged at the attacker. Lisa watched as the
attacker disappeared in a column of flame, then the woman was
speaking to Michael, and he was listening calmly. Lisa couldn't
understand what was being said, though the language sounded
familiar, and she wondered just what was going on. She saw Michael
blanch at something that was said, Lisa listened carefully as it
was repeated, and Michael bowed his head reluctantly. The woman
waved her hand, Michael vanished into thin air, and the woman
turned to Arty. The two women stood talking for a while, then the
older one disappeared, and Arty was the only one left.
That's when Lisa woke up with a start, she looked around the
empty room, and collapsed back on the bed. She lay there looking
up at the ceiling.
"Was that what this was about? Where were they? Who was the
older woman with the magic?" She fell asleep still wondering about
the dream.
She was kept busy over the next month, filming was almost
constant since she'd told the Producer what she was willing to do.
She enjoyed working with all the big names, she really enjoyed the
lesbian scenes, but she still kept looking for Michael. Sometimes
she felt like he was there, watching her performances, and wanting
to enjoy her body again. But every time she looked he wasn't
there, she asked if anyone had seen him, and no one had.
She tried summoning him the way she had done with Arty, but to
no avail, and she began to wonder if she had dreamed him.
The morning after her fourth film had been completed she woke
up sick, she called in to the studio, and told them she wasn't able
to keep anything down. The Producer told her to take it easy, that
the film could wait until she was better, and to call in when she
was feeling better. She felt better by midafternoon, was able to
eat that night, but woke up sick again the next morning. She
wondered if it was the flu, rejected the idea because she didn't
have a fever, and made herself some soup. That night she went out
to get groceries, picked up some ice cream, and finished it off
before she went to bed. She was sick again the next morning as
well, she called her mother, and asked what she knew of that she
was allergic to.
Her mother asked her a few questions, listened to the answers,
and told her to go see the doctor immediately. Lisa made the
appointment, then went see him, and he ran a few simple tests on
her.
The doctor sighed as he came in with the results. "I see you
work in the Adult film industry, are you an actress, or one of the
support personnel?"
Lisa looked a him curiously. "I'm an actress. Why is that
important?" she asked as he frowned.
He took a deep breath. "Because in a couple of months you
won't be able to work. You're pregnant. About eight weeks."
Lisa counted backwards in her head, it was before she had done
any films, and she knew exactly who the father was. Lisa looked up
at him quickly. "Are you sure about how long?"
The doctor chuckled. "I can put it to within a couple of
hours, young lady, and it's almost eight weeks and twelve hours as
of now."
Lisa smiled happily. "So what now?"
He chuckled again. "Now we begin you on a diet that's good
for the baby, schedule you for regular checkups, and see to it that
both of you are health."
Lisa listened carefully as he explained what she need to stay
away from, what she needed to stock up on, and when her next
appointment was. Lisa thought about Michael on the way home, she
wondered how she would get hold of him, and whether she could tell
him about his child. Lisa decided that she needed to talk to Arty
first, to get her advise, and maybe have her get in touch with
Michael. She kept wondering about the older woman with the magic,
how was she involved with Michael, and how would she react to the
news of her pregnancy.
When she got home she called her mother, told her the news,
and said she was going to try to talk to the father about what to
do. Her mother told her to call if she needed anything, that she
was always welcome at home, and that she'd be keeping in touch.
After hanging up Lisa headed into the bedroom, she closed her
eyes, and concentrated on reaching Arty. After a while she fell
asleep, as she always did, and woke to find Arty standing by the
bed.
Arty smiled down at her. "Are your passions high again?"
Lisa smiled up at her as she sat up. "No, my passions are not
high, Arty. I need to see Michael immediately, if not sooner, and
talk to him on a matter of great importance."
Arty's smile faded. "May I ask the reason why?"
Lisa regarded her silently for a moment. "I carry his child."
Arty looked at her in amazement. "You are sure it is his?"
Lisa nodded. "The Doctor pinpointed it to within a few hours
of conception."
Arty nodded. "I will have him stop over."
Lisa nodded as she looked up at Arty. "What was the reason
for the fight? Were they fighting over you?"
Arty raised an eyebrow. "What fight are you talking about?"
Lisa smiled. "The one that was presided over by the woman
with the magic."
Arty looked at her suspiciously. "Describe the woman."
Lisa described her as best she could, then she recalled what
the woman had said, and repeated it for Arty.
Arty paled at the words, she took a deep breath, and shook her
head. "I will return shortly with Michael," she told her. "Do not
go anywhere until I have returned."
Lisa nodded as she lay back down on the bed, she closed her
eyes, and went back to sleep.
When she opened her eyes again she found herself looking up at
Michael, he smiled down at her, and gave her a tender kiss. He
helped her sit up. "I understand that you have something important
to tell me."
Lisa nodded. "I haven't been using protection, Michael, I
forgot about it and now I carry your child."
Michael looked down at her curiously. "Are you sure it's
mine?"
Lisa nodded. "The doctor pinpointed the day, the day we did
our scene at the studio, and you were the only man I had."
Michael nodded. "Then I am the father. What do you want to
do about it?"
Lisa bit her lower lip. "I know you probably can't marry me,
that I understand and accept, but I want to keep the child."
Michael nodded, he looked over to his left, and said something
that she didn't understand. Lisa looked over to see the woman from
the dream, Arty was there also, as were some other people she
didn't know and she figured that this was the group he worked for.
Lisa heard the woman from the dream ask him a question, she
returned Michael's gaze, and knew from that look that he loved her.
Michael drew a deep breath, he answered the woman with a nod, and
she turned to look at Lisa. Lisa returned her gaze, she was scared
of her, but wouldn't let that stop her.
The woman smiled after a few minutes. "I like her, she has
spirit, and the determination of a survivor," she told Michael.
Lisa licked her lips. "Who are you?"
The woman smiled. "I have many names, little one, but you can
call me Mother."
Michael smiled down at Lisa. "She is my mother, Lisa, and she
can be yours if you are willing to marry me."
Lisa looked at him in amazement for a moment, then she
recovered, nodded and kissed him. Lisa clung to him as she cried
with joy, then there was a sudden coldness, and everything around
her changed. She looked around to see only openness, a light
ground fog covered everything, and only three of them stood there.
Michael looked around. "It has begun."
Lisa clung to him in confusion. "What is going on?!"
Michael sighed heavily. "My brother will be here shortly, he
was banished until the time that I fell in love, and a child was
conceived by my lover. Now he comes to challenge me to one last
fight, to restore himself to our world, or to die for all
eternity."
Lisa looked up at him. "Who are you?"
Michael received a look from his mother. "Tell her. She has
the right to know."
Michael nodded as he looked down at Lisa. "I told you I
worked for people, these are the people I work for, and they are my
family. I am the son of Hecate."
Lisa could tell by his eyes that he wasn't lying. "Then that
means Arty is actually Artemis, the Huntress!"
Michael silenced her as he saw the mists stir, they watched as
the second man from the dream came into view, and stood there
regarding them. The two men began to slowly move towards each
other, they had eyes only for each other, and Lisa felt her heart
pounding in her chest.
A table rose from the mists, on it were two swords, and each
man took one. Hecate spoke to both of them, telling them that
there were no rules save one, and that was no magic was to be used.
Both men nodded, then they set themselves for the fight, and it
began. The men circled each other warily, there were a few test
blows to check for weaknesses, none were found and they settled
into what was sure to be a long fight. The ring of steel was the
only sound to be heard, both men were equally matched, and it was
even money as to who would win. The speed with which the blows
came increased, sparks flew from the swords as they clashed, and
both men seemed oblivious to everything but each other.
Lisa began sending Michael her strength, her love, and
everything else she could send him.
Michael's brother soon found himself fighting defensively, he
couldn't understand how it happened, and started using dirty
tricks. Michael continued to fight fairly, knowing in his heart
that he would win, and he merely waited for the right opening.
It came when he was getting up from a trip, his brother
charged him with sword raised high, and Michael rammed his sword
through his heart. For a moment the man stood there amazed as his
body stopped responding to his commands, his sword slipped from his
fingers, and clattered to the ground. Michael watched the curious
expression that crossed his face, the dying man sank to his knees,
and raised and eyebrow.
He looked at Michael curiously. "So this is what it is like
to die."
Michael shook his head. "I'm sorry it had to come to this."
The man smiled. "It's alright," he said before he died.
Lisa closed her eyes as he toppled over, there were tears of
relief, and sadness running down her cheeks.
Michael pulled the sword from his brother, then picked him up,
and turned to look at the two women. Hecate nodded to him, they
watched him turn, and disappear into thin air.
Hecate turned to look at Lisa. "He has gone to bury him.
Come, I will take you home."
Lisa took her hand, she closed her eyes, and opened them after
the coldness disappeared.
Hecate smiled down at her. "My son will join you here."
Lisa looked up at her. "Will I ever see you again, Mother?"
Hecate chuckled happily. "Oh, yes. I have a grandchild on
the way, remember?"
Lisa smiled as she rubbed her stomach. "I remember."
Hecate gave her a ring off her finger. "This will allow me to
keep track of you, never take it off, unless your life is in
danger."
Lisa smiled as she slipped the ring on. "It shall be done,"
she said as she climbed in bed to wait for Michael. She fell
asleep waiting.
Lisa was woken by the sound of her alarm going off, she shut
it off, climbed out of bed and headed for the coffee pot. She
poured herself some coffee, looked at the clock, and headed for the
shower. She stopped as she looked at the calendar, she had a
feeling that it should be later than it was, and tapped the note on
the date. She showered, had breakfast, finished off the coffee and
headed for her car. She got the strangest feeling that she'd done
all of this before, that something was definitely wrong, but she
couldn't put her finger on it. She drove to the studio, gave her
name to the guard, and was told where to park. She looked over
when she felt some eyes on her, she saw the guard walking away, and
a chill ran up her spine.
Lisa turned when she heard her name being called. "Are you
Lisa Matherson?"
Lisa smiled as she nodded. "Yes I am, Stephanie."
The woman smiled as she shook her hand. "Hi. How did you
know my name?" Stephanie asked as she lead Lisa into the building.
Lisa frowned. "I don't know, Stephanie, but I get the
strangest feeling that I've done all this before."
Stephanie chuckled. "We all go through the same routine,
that's probably what you're feeling, and it'll pass."
Lisa shook her head. "I don't think that is what it is."
Stephanie glanced at Lisa. "First time to our studio?"
Lisa nodded as she looked around. "Yes, but I've heard that
you do some wonderful things here."
Lisa followed Stephanie as she lead her through the studio,
she kept getting flashes of people, and what they were coming to.
Lisa stopped as they passed a door, she turned to look at it,
and Stephanie stopped as well.
Stephanie looked at the door. "This is the old soundstage 4,
it hasn't been used for a couple of years, and some say it's
haunted."
Lisa nodded as she walked over to the door, she turned the
handle, and pushed it open.
Stephanie frowned. "That's funny, its supposed to be locked."
Lisa nodded as she entered the soundstage, she went over to
the lighting panel, and turned on the lights. Stephanie watched
her as she walked around the stage, she pulled a curtain back, and
exposed a metal wall. She pushed a button on the wall, a section
slid back, and they could see a planet below them.
Stephanie walked over to where Lisa stood. "How did you know
where everything was?"
Lisa looked at her blankly for a moment, then looked past her,
and Stephanie turned to see what she was looking at.
From the shadows came a man Stephanie had never seen before,
he was tall, dark haired, and handsome.
Lisa smiled as he approached. "Hello, Michael."
Michael returned her smile. "Hello, Lisa. I'm glad to see
that you remembered."
Lisa looked up at him. "The dream, was it real, or just a
dream?"
Michael smiled softly. "It was real, Lisa. We had to send
you back, to know whether you were right for me or not, and you
have passed the test. Would you like to be my wife for all time?"
Lisa smiled shyly. "That is why I am here."
Stephanie looked at the two of them, she could tell that they
were in love, and she wondered just who he was.
Michael held out his hand. "Shall we go?"
Lisa seemed to glow as she reached for his hand, they touched,
and Stephanie watched as they faded into the air.
Stephanie ran for the door, she ran all the way down to the
Presidents office, and burst through the door.
The man looked up at her. "What's wrong?"
"We just lost one of our interviewees," she gasped. "She went
onto Stage 4, through a door that was supposed to be locked, and
disappeared with a ghost she knew well."
The President sat back in his chair as he looked at her
sternly. "There are no such things as ghosts!"
Stephanie leaned on his desk. "The man stood 6', dark haired,
well built, and answered to the name of Michael. She knew right
where the light switch was, how to open the panel for the planet
view, and which direction he would be coming from. He was also
wearing one of the old guard uniforms."
The President paled, he opened his desk, and pulled out a
file. He pulled a picture from the file. "Is this the man you
saw?"
Stephanie looked at the picture. "That's him. Who was he?"
The President sighed. "A man who taught me a lot about film
making, a good friend to me, and one of the best officers this
studio ever had. Some say he died here during a fight, others say
he just disappeared one day, and no one knows for sure. He was
also a hell of a writer, he wrote the movie that made us all the
money, and even helped with the effects. He was also a close
personal friend."
Stephanie looked at him curiously. "So what do we do about
it?"
The President sighed. "What can we do? Do you know where
they went? Can you honestly say they're still not on the set?"
From the doorway came a voice. "Still full of questions,
huh?" the man said.
They looked over to see Michael leaning on the door jam.
"Michael! Where the hell have you been?" the President asked.
Michael chuckled. "There are some questions that can never be
answered, my friend, and that is one of them. I come bearing gifts
for you, scripts that I have written, and that would make good
movies. I hope you can accommodate me," he said as he moved into
the room.
Stephanie backed away from him, the president stood, and
walked towards him. The two men embraced. "God, I've missed
talking to you," the President said.
Michael chuckled. "I've heard every word you've said to me,
bro, and I've watched over you all these years. There are changes
coming, bro, changes that will shake this world to it's very core
and you must be prepared."
The President nodded. "What can I do to help?"
Michael smiled at him. "This story is to be made in six
months, you'll be able to complete it in four months, and have it
in theaters within a couple of weeks. Do not deviate from the
script, it is important that everything be done exactly, and within
the guidelines set forth. It contains what everyone needs to
know."
The President nodded again. "Can I do it earlier than that?"
Michael shook his head. "No. Also, don't mention me to any
one, and forget I was ever here."
Stephanie spoke softly. "What's going to happen?"
Michael sighed. "Many things shall end soon, there shall be
a new start, and those who have faith will survive."
They watched as he faded from view, they looked at each other,
and both nodded their heads.
Six months later they started production of the film, the
President of the studio personally monitored the filming, and made
sure no changes were made. True to his word the filming took four
months to the day, editing took two weeks, and it was ready for the
theaters three weeks later. The President called a press
conference, announced the release of the movie, and told them who
the screen writer was.
The reporters looked at each other in confusion, then the
President told them what other films he had written, and everyone
nodded. He gave the reporters a sneak preview, they reacted
favorably to the film, and two days later there was a general
release worldwide. It was a rousing hit everywhere it played, it
was released on video for the homes, and everyone started buying.
Six months after its release to home video, strange things
started happening around the world, and the President of the Studio
knew that it had begun. The changes that began to occur were
amazing in their own right, together they were frightening to any
who sat down to think about them, and more than a few people did
just that. Then for two weeks nothing happened, the world waited
while they watched for what would happen next, and when it finally
happened they were ready for it.
At first nobody really noticed, then someone noticed it, and
everyone was surprised that it had happened. What was the change
you ask? People actually became kinder, wars stopped for no
apparent reason, and peace finally came to the world. Everyone
realized what had caused the change, why there had been such a
radical difference in everything, and they understood just what the
message of the movie was. Judgement day was coming, if they didn't
change the world would end, and there would be no second chance.
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