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Day Job
By Katie McN (address defunct)

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A Hollywood power broker, gets all the breaks. (MFFF, 
reluc, humor)

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Author's note: This story contains degradation, 
humiliation and many other very cool things wrapped in a 
thin veneer of sex. Please stop reading now if you can 
be offended by anything like this.

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Reventlow Paladrino is probably the most important man 
in Hollywood.

No, you haven't heard of him. Of course not. The guy is 
the ultimate insider. But, can you think of any other 
person who could command the use of the Jules Stein 
Office on the sixteenth floor of the MCA Black Tower 
with just a single phone call?

RP is the brains behind six of the top ten grossing 
pictures of all time. His deal financing is so fucking 
amazing. Why, I remember a time back in the late 
seventies, when he almost put Bank of America out of 
business with one of his 225% participation programs. I 
mean the guy is beyond belief... he fucking has it all.

But, I've got to say that I admire him most for all the 
pussy he gets. I mean he gets more gash than King 
Solomon ever did, if you know what I mean, Jerry.

When it comes to pussy, I get more than my fair share, 
Jer, but this guy. Wow. And some of the stories you 
hear.

Unbelievable!

Take last time... He was doing principal casting for the 
"Life of Mother Theresa."

No, of course not, Jerry, he never leaves the important 
details like that to his little people.

That's one of the reasons he is so fucking great.

Anyhow, he brought in the three actresses. Big 
actresses!

You know... three of the very top cunts in the business.

They each thought they had a lock on the part of Mom T, 
meeting or no.

I don't really want to mention their names here in the 
Studio Commissary, but I'll just say number two, four 
and five box office gross leaders over the last three 
years. Yep, that's right, you know who I mean.

Hey, don't bust my balls on this, Jer.

Of course, I know he went with an unknown on that film.

But fuck man, the guy was just trying to get laid by 
some of the hottest broads in films. These cunts 
normally keep their golden pussies under lock and key 
and don't put out for anybody.

It was a total scam start to finish, baby. No shit.

Way I hear it, all three of them showed up at his office 
around two in the afternoon, and the first thing they 
noticed was each other.

He didn't bother to tell them they were going to meet 
with the others, as a group. It must of been funnier 
than shit. Fuck, did I laugh out loud the first time I 
heard about it.

Hell yes they were steamed! They couldn't leave when 
they found out, either, even though they wanted to real 
bad. I mean, they knew if they left they'd lose out on 
the biggest role of the year.

That fucking guy is sheer genius.

I mean three of the most competitive broads in the whole 
town, standing right there, steaming. All three of 'em 
decided on the spot that they were going do anything, 
and I mean anything, to shit on the other two.

Look, Jerry, I don't think it's a good idea for ya to 
continue to mention their names here. Someone might be 
listening, baby.

Let's just call 'em A, B and C in case some shit is 
trying to overhear our conversation. Yah, we gotta make 
a living in this town, Jer.

Well, RP came out of his office and acted just like a 
meeting with these three broads is every day.

"Hello A. You look so good darling."

"B, have you changed your hair? Goodness you sure can 
warm an old guy like me up."

"C who is dressing you these days, baby? God, you're 
looking great."

Yah, yah, we all heard his shit before. Still fucking 
works though. The guy is something else.

Anyhow, he had a bottle of Dom cooling in the office. 
The big fucker, I don't know what they call it, Jer, 
don't drink that shit myself. But the broads... they 
were eating it up.

First, he got them warmed up by telling 'em that 
marketing figured the story should box office at 200 
million plus. Where the fuck those guys get that shit, 
I'll never know.

The babes believed every fucking thing RP said. He got 
their attention real good and more than ever they wanted 
to get that fucking Mother T role.

The real ass kicker was when he told them that he didn't 
give a shit about the money. No, no. This was the film 
he had waited all his life to do, and he was going to 
put everything the studio had behind the picture.

RP told the broads he expected Oscars all around. Ya 
know, Cannes out the ying yang and fucking Golden 
Globes. Mother Fucking Theresa! Holy shit!

But, they bought it, Jer, hook line and sinker. Hook 
fucking line and sinker, baby. Damn, I wish we'd been 
there, Jerry. Shit, must a been a fucking zoo.

Now comes the major league hook.

RP reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a story 
treatment. He told 'em he was thinking Spielberg for 
this masterpiece and explained that the film was looking 
like 3 plus hours of dialog, so good Shakespeare would 
have given his left nut to write it.

Needless to say, he got B's attention, right away. You 
know how she is really into those endless tragic 
bullshit movies, and add some fucking director who can't 
speak English, why, you just know, she would have a hard 
time keeping her hand from sneaking down to her pussy.

The chicks found out the story was going to provide some 
early life details of the Sainted Mother. Ya know, 
little known shit some scholars at USC Film School were 
able to dig up. RP sure as shit got them to stand up and 
take notice with that crap, let me tell you.

It was easy for RP to see they were ready to kill each 
other to get the part, and no chance they would let one 
of other bimbos be the one to land it either. No fucking 
way, baby.

He told them that nudity is integral to the story, and 
asked if "Anyone got a problem with this as long as it's 
tastefully done?" No, no. They all remembered their 
early days when they were just getting started, and, 
shit, they can do nudity standing on their heads. Wait a 
minute, C did stand on her head in that one Adam and Eve 
vid. Yah, only a few people saw that one before the 
studio bought up the negative. You know, Jerry, I bet, 
no one ever figured out how she picked up the beer 
bottle after she squatted down on it, but that's another 
story.

"Whoever gets this role has to start out playing her at 
14 and go all the way to 92 years of age. We can do the 
92 in makeup, but the 14 is another problem." The big 
man.

"All of you know Mother Theresa was a hooker before she 
saw the light." They didn't know, but felt it would be 
bad form to let on, and so they all just nodded their 
heads and agreed with RP.

"Okay, we got to get the audience into this film. We 
can't let anyone think we're making some exploitation 
shit, not with these real meaty scenes where you can 
just feel her pain. I'm sure you babes can see this is 
Oscar fucking material for sure. Now you three bimbos 
are the best looking women in Hollywood or anywhere else 
for that matter. So I got no problem with you playing 
hookers. I just can't take a chance on you being prima 
fucking donnas and killing the budget with a bunch of 
bullshit demands. You all understand what I'm saying, 
don't you?" RP was coming across like some combination 
of Spielberg and Hitchcock and they just looked at him 
awestruck.

"Look, any one of you can get a deal where you fart into 
a bottle for $15 million. That's not the point, ladies. 
Fuck no! Now, I'm going to have everything on the line 
with this film and unless you're willing to go that 
extra mile, I can't take a chance with you." Pure class, 
RP, yes!

It sounded like fucking art to the broads, and they 
wanted the part so bad they could just shit.

"Okay. Let's see the legs, girls." RP was taking charge 
now.

The three grand dames of the motion picture industry 
were looking at him in stunned disbelief, but he just 
stayed cool, very cool.

"Look, you don't have to do any of this shit. No fucking 
way. You're big stars, but I can't take a chance on 
picking a leading lady who won't follow my vision."

Next thing you know A's dress was moving up over the 
knees, and yes, she still wears seamed stockings and a 
garter belt. You know how she likes to accidentally show 
off those incredible legs when she gets in and out of 
cars. Yep, she flashes beaver shots out the wazzoo, 
baby. You've seen it, Jerry, her pussy looks real good 
with her legs spread wide and her love box airing out in 
the breeze.

Well shit, Jerry, the other babes got their dresses 
going up, too. There was no fucking chance someone was 
going to top one of those bimbos. The Mother Fucking 
Theresa part was pure juice and it was all they could 
think about, baby.

RP just stood there and watched those three broads run 
amuck.

The dames didn't act like they were paying attention to 
each other, but, sure as shit, they saw everything that 
was going on with the other two bitches.

When A got her skirt up an inch or so higher than B, it 
was like no time at all before B was up 2 more inches, 
and fucking C beat all three of 'em soon as she saw what 
was happening. RP got to look at three of the biggest 
money broads in Hollywood with their dresses pulled up 
around their necks, looking just like starlets getting 
ready to hit the casting couch.

Fucking RP promised me he'd show me the video his hidden 
cameras took, but he never has, Jerry, and am I pissed.

"Okay girls, this is getting us fucking nowhere." RP was 
smiling and beaming as he checked out what kind of 
underwear these babes were wearing. Fuck, Jerry, I would 
of ripped right through the front of my pants and cum 
all over myself if I'd been there.

"Screw this leg shit, why not just take your dresses 
off, and quit fooling around."

Well, at this point, C was fucking into it and not 
really thinking about what he was saying. No, she was 
just out to kick some ass, and the other two bitches 
weren't going to get one inch ahead of her.

Well, off came C's dress and she was standing there in 
nothing but heels and panty hose. No, Jerry, she doesn't 
wear underwear. I can't remember her ever wearing any to 
tell you the truth. Yah, I can't agree with you more, 
baby, those tits are so fucking firm, she doesn't need 
any help to keep them pointing at you like two fucking 
rockets.

Shit, Jerry, the other two girls saw this and they 
couldn't wait to take off their clothes. It was like a 
strip show, baby. They were all watching each other and 
when one made a move and took something off, the other 
ones matched it piece for piece. Off came the dresses, 
slips, bras, garter belts and stockings. Man, in no time 
at all, three of the best looking bimbos you'd ever want 
to see were standing there in nothing but their high 
heels and jewelry. I would of blown my wad right then, 
Jerry, fucking A.

RP, though, remained very calm as the broads were 
ripping their clothes off in a fucking frenzy. You know, 
that guy has more class than a football. Next, he told 
the broads that he had something they just had to see in 
his inner office, and off they went naked as jay birds, 
not even thinking if they would see their clothes again. 
Man, the guy knows his shit and we missed the whole 
fucking thing.

Well, once RP and the bimbos got inside his inner 
office, he handed them scripts and told them that they 
had some real work to do.

"Okay A and B, I want to see how sensitively you'll 
handle this love scene. What do you mean where's the 
guy? Fucking Mother Theresa was a lesbian before she got 
converted. What the fuck's wrong with you broads?"

B didn't figure anything was wrong with her, and she 
wanted that part more than you could imagine. A was also 
ready to do whatever it took to get the part, and didn't 
give a shit what it was, either.

Well, RP got to stand there and watch A and B sucking on 
each others' tongues for just about ever, and the word I 
got is that these two broads knew a hell of a lot more 
about lezzie shit than a straight bitch should. Yah, 
Jerry, just about every big name fem star in town is a 
lezzie, so it really wasn't a stretch for them to get it 
on like that.

RP just stood there and kind of made suggestions like 
he's the director. "B suck on her tit like you mean it, 
girl. A get your hand moving between her legs so she can 
really feel something. This is gonna be a close up shot, 
so make it look real, baby. I want to hear some 
screaming and moaning here, just like you do when you 
really get off." Well, this didn't really turn out to be 
a big problem for the babes, Jerry, since they were 
getting off big time right about then anyhow.

RP had the two stars on the couch in his office going at 
it like two porn stars at a fuck festival. And, Jerry, 
they were getting hot while he stood there cool as he 
could be. "Finger this. Suck that. Grab the other." 
Where the fuck were we, Jerry?

Eventually, RP had them stop the hot action. It was 
really more to get C into the picture than him giving a 
shit that A and B were fucking exhausted after they came 
about three times each.

"Okay C, A and B proved they could get into character, 
so now it's up to you. I want you to imagine that you 
are in the convent and not really converted yet. Yah, 
you're very horny cause you haven't been with another 
broad in days. Okay, you got the picture, so lay down on 
the couch and do yourself."

"What the fuck do you mean you won't finger yourself? 
You saw A and B doing a lezzie act so get that hand 
moving or get the fuck out of here." RP is so suave.

Yep, next thing you know, C was going to town doing the 
one hand wonder on her very fine looking pussy. She was 
not just going through the motions, baby. Nope, she's a 
method actress, and she was making it look good cause 
she was really doing herself. It was so very hot, Jer, 
her fucking hand looked like a blur moving so fast 
between her legs.

The other two broads were watching the action and 
getting a little worried that C was pulling ahead of 
them. They never saw a broad do herself that good before 
and they were getting real hot and horny, too. C got so 
into it that she started moaning and was real close to 
getting off. She expected RP to say cut at this point, 
but nope, he just let her go on and on and on.

Well, Jerry, you know what happened next, and, yes, C 
came like there was no tomorrow. The fucking bitch was 
loud, baby. Man, that must have been a turn on for 
everybody who was there watching her, that's for damn 
sure.

After C collapsed on the couch, RP looked A in the eye 
and said he was going to leave. No shit, just like that, 
Jerry. "Wait a minute." You heard 'em all pissing. 
"We're just getting started here and we want the fucking 
part." Blah, blah, blah, you can just imagine them 
getting all hot and bothered.

"Look, I've been watching some really hot action and I 
can't take it any more. I'm gonna have to go out and get 
laid right this fucking minute. I don't know how long 
it'll take until I find someone to do me so you broads 
will just have to run along." Don't you feel for him, 
Jerry? Shit.

 Yah baby, you can just picture how it went from there 
with those hotties. Yep, next thing you know, A was 
spreading her very fine legs right on top of RP's desk 
begging him to fuck her. No shit, Jer.

RP dropped his pants and got right into it without 
missing a beat. He told her to play with her tits to 
help him get off fast so they can get back to work. Hell 
yes, two of the nicest looking boobies you ever saw 
getting the A treatment, if you know what I mean. Ha, 
ha.

Well, it didn't take RP too long before he got his rocks 
off again. So, now the broads figured he's getting back 
to work, but no fucking way, baby.

He looked right at B and said, "Look, this isn't fair to 
you, B. A had a chance to fuck me so she pulls way ahead 
in the casting department. No B, it's not very fair, but 
I'm a man, and we all think with our dicks, if you know 
what I mean."

B knew and got real pissed. "You asshole, why didn't you 
give me a chance to fuck your brains out. I'd a torn you 
apart." Man, she was hot. You've seen her like this, 
Jerry, holy shit.

RP, being the benevolent guy he is, says, "Okay, I'll 
make it up to you, B baby, you can give me a blow job 
instead. Time to get your knees dirty, darling."

Wow, she really started screaming at him when she heard 
that. "You fucking scumbag! You just came, mother 
fucker, and even my world class blow job couldn't do 
anything for you now."

"Okay, okay, I know how to make this fair, B." RP had to 
come up with something to cool her off. "A get your ass 
behind me and get on your knees. Yah, that's good." A 
got right to it soon as he told her what to do. That 
girl always did take direction well. Ha, ha.

"Here's the deal bimbos. B sucks me off and A rims me at 
the same time. And, listen A, I want to feel that tongue 
boring into my asshole. If it isn't good, I'm taking 
points off you. Understand?"

Obviously, she did. She had already reached around and 
had his pants half way down to the floor. Never saw a 
broad like her, before or since, Jerry. She could trip 
you and beat you to the ground best two out of three.

B was getting right into it, too. The broad dropped to 
her knees and had RP's whopper in her mouth lickity-
split. Damn, can you imagine B sucking you and A rimming 
you at the same time, Jer? Really, who could ask for 
anything more?

Now, here's the best part, baby. C was watching this 
shit and she was really steamed. Yah, she wanted to get 
into the action now that she saw how far behind she was 
in the points department. It looked like she was ready 
to push one of the other broads out of the way so she 
could start in on RP with a little sucking and fucking 
of her own.

Needless to say, RP got off after about two minutes. 
Sure as shit, soon as he came, he heard C bitching up a 
fucking storm. "What the fuck do you mean letting those 
sluts do you without giving me a chance to show you what 
fucking is all about, you asshole? No guy can make a 
comeback after that kind of action. How am I supposed to 
keep in the game when you give those bitches all the 
breaks, you fucking dick head?"

This is why RP must be considered different from you and 
me, Jerry. Why, he calmly looked at her and said, "C, 
baby, I've saved the best for you, sweetheart. You gotta 
know there's nothing that turns me on more than a little 
light S and M, baby. Can you deal with it, darling?"

RP guided her over to his desk and got her to bend over 
and lie down on the desk. Sure, she still had her fine, 
fine, super fine legs on the floor. She had 'em spread 
real nice, too, so you could see all that pink just 
lookin' back at you, and that ass, wow. Yah, Jer, one of 
those scenic view things.

Next thing you know, RP pulled a small riding crop out 
of his desk and started slapping her on the ass. No, no, 
not real hard at first and, anyhow, she didn't seem to 
care that her ass was getting red from his workout. She 
figured she was making a comeback and knew that kinky 
always scores more points with us guys. Fuck yes!

Well, in no time at all, RP got hard as a rock again. He 
unzipped his fly, pulled out his jumbo meat missile, and 
stuck her right in the asshole with his big cock. While 
he was going to town on C's great looking ass, he handed 
A the whip and told her to go for it. Fuck, man, she 
beat the shit out of C, if you can just imagine the 
picture. Jerry, it was kind of like getting fucked and 
fucked over at the same time.

Soon as he finished getting off in C's asshole, RP 
screamed out, "Let's go film some shit." The four of 
them raced out the fucking door, heading for the 
elevator. You can't believe the excitement, Jerry, no 
shit.

Now, it's not too bad to be running around nude on the 
16th floor of the MCA Tower because security would just 
figure you're some eccentric executive. No one ever 
fucking questions the shit that happens up in suit 
heaven. Now seeing RP and the three naked broads running 
through the aisles wouldn't of been too bad if they got 
off on the 11th floor where the fucking record company 
is headquartered. Yah, it would just look like some new 
act A and R found at Madam Wong's and nobody would of 
given a shit. But, Jerry, they made a real mistake 
getting off the elevator on the 4th floor.

Sure Jerry, the 4th floor is where the MCA-Universal 
Corporate Accounting department is located. Yah, a bunch 
of fucking bean counters, no shit, baby. You see more 
black three piece suits on that floor than you can shake 
a stick at, that's for damn sure.

Okay, now just imagine seeing RP and three big stars 
sans attire running through the aisles of the fourth 
floor. They were screaming and yelling shit and, of 
course, the accountants just freaked out. Jerry, can you 
just see 20 CPAs with boners standing there with their 
jaws hanging down to their chests.

Well, what made it worse was a group of top Seagram 
Executives just finished a meeting in the Corporate 
Controllers' Office and happened upon this merry scene. 
Yah, Seagram, the fucking company that bought MCA. It 
sure was a good thing these guys were all drunk or there 
could have been some real problems.

Anyhow, RP was thinking on his feet and told the broads, 
"Look we're in big trouble here, so give all these guys 
head and then we can make a quick exit."

Sure as shit, the three of them each grabbed a guy, 
dropped his pants and started sucking like there's no 
tomorrow. The guys were standing there with their pants 
and silk boxers wrapped around their ankles. All the 
people standing around there were just freaked out 
watching this shit.

No, no, I don't think blow jobs are legal in Canada 
either so these guys all shot their wads real fast cause 
they never had lip locks like that before. Yah, it was 
something new for them I'm sure.

The broad that was in the Seagram party was madder than 
hell and shitting big bricks. She couldn't believe any 
of this was fucking happening right there in the main 
aisle of accounting. Yah, Jerry, the three babes did all 
five of the top dogs from Seagram in about three 
minutes. Those guys were standing there after it was 
over with their pants around their ankles, dripping cum 
out of their dicks and shit eating grins on their faces.

You'd figure RP was done for now, but, no way, baby. He 
tells A, B and C to do the Seagram chick next. And, 
before that hoser babe knew what hit her, they got her 
dress up around her waist and her panties torn right 
off. B ripped the front of her blouse open, too, and, 
from what I heard, she had some real nice looking tits 
for an executive chick.

The Canadian bimbo got some truly fine lip locking and 
rimming from B and C, while A sucked on her titties. 
Broad must of thought it was tongue-ga-lishous, if you 
get my drift! No Jerry, I don't think they have any 
lesbians in Canada either. No, no, Canada's too cold for 
that sort of shit, believe me, Jerry.

RP and the three stars split leaving the Seagram 
executives in disarray, and the fourth floor money guys 
were sort of out it, too. A couple of them were pissed 
cause they didn't get a blow job and there was this one 
guy jacking off right there in the hallway.

Jerry, if we could figure a way to make that act part of 
the Universal Tour, we'd be making millions, fucking 
millions, baby.

Anyhow, getting back to the story, somehow they ended up 
in the lobby of the tower building. Funny thing happened 
there when B looked at the bust of Jules Stein, the 
Founder of MCA, that was displayed by the elevators. She 
stared at it for a moment and said, "I think I had that 
guy a couple years back." The other two said they must 
have had him, too, but couldn't remember just when. They 
were all just trying to keep up, baby. Yah, you know how 
that works.

Now, the guards didn't know what to fucking do with 
three naked stars standing around in the lobby drawing a 
big crowd like that. Normally, when people run through 
the lobby nude, they just take them into the back room 
and give 'em a choice between giving up the booty to a 
couple of the guards, or off to the slammer. Security 
didn't know what to do with this shit. RP is too big a 
man to fuck with and they know they can't do shit to the 
three top female stars. Shit, they just stood there and 
kind of enjoyed all the action, nothing else they could 
do, really.

Finally, RP got the broads into his limo and sent them 
off to the Palm Restaurant for an early dinner. No shit, 
Jerry, can you imagine them showing up at Palm in 
nothing but their high heels demanding a front table.

Reventlow Paladrino, man, the fucking guy has it all. 
Jerry, he gave me the picture MCA Security took of these 
fine looking ladies just before they got into the limo. 
What do you think of it, baby?

The End

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