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PETTY'S STORY:

	Removing my guitar from around my neck, I smiled at the audience and
took a little bow, walking off stage as the applause began to die
down. I felt woozy and very hot from the heat of the lights, but
besides a little bit of slurred words, my performance seemed to go
pretty well here on the American Music Awards.

	As I had asked, a stage hand was there waiting for me with my half
empty pack of smokes. I took them from him and lit one up. A producer,
seeing me do this, started to walk over to me, presumably to tell me
to put it out. I waved the lit cigarette at him and just walked past,
telling him to fuck off. He stopped in his tracks and just watched me
go.

	I had done a few lines before going on stage, and despite the fact
that I really didn't give these awards shows too much credence,
especially a second tier one like the AMAs, I still felt the familiar
sense of nervousness over performing in front of such a large
audience. The coke had helped me relax, but now that my heart was
pumping from the adrenaline of being on stage, I needed to calm myself
down. That's what my trusty nicotine friends were for.

	Making my way back to my dressing room, passing a bunch of stage
hands and a few flash in the pan rock groups like The Strokes and The
Hives, who paid me no mind thankfully. I couldn't stand poser rock
stars almost as much as I couldn't stand manufactured pop singers so
as I shut the door behind me, I was glad to have avoided them.

	Walking over to the large mirror against the far wall, I teased and
played with my hair a bit. They had poofed it up rather large for the
performance, something that I didn't really care for but didn't have
enough clout - yet - to tell them to leave it alone. Digging in my
little black purse, or "bag of fun" as I liked to call it, I searched
for my bottle of pills. Finding the little brown tube, I shook out a
few in my hand. Let's see...Valium, Xanax...ah, here we go, some
Demerol should help me out.

	Grabbing a bottle of water nearby, I downed the pills as the cool
water rushed down my throat. Stubbing out my cigarette, I sighed as I
brushed a little bit of accumulated ash off my shoulder and stood in
front of the mirror, straightening out my dress. I wore a simple black
evening gown sort of thing, made of a kind of crushed velvet material
that hung to my body around my hips and made my breasts seem larger,
despite not having an open neck line. Adjusting my tits in the mirror
so that they looked bouncy and full, I slowly ran my hands over my
nipples, stroking them to hardness. That was one thing I needed to
request of Rick - a professional nipple tweaker like the one J-Lo had
for her music videos.

	Happy with my appearance, I walked towards the door and stepped out
back into the busy hallway, glancing around in the dimly lit crowd of
people for my true goal: finding Shania Twain. I had hoped that by
coming on this show that I would be able to meet and even spend some
time alone with her. My experience with Britney had really opened my
eyes to the pleasures of women now and the thought of Shania's nude
body writhing beneath me was something that made my pussy wet almost
immediately.

	I knew that she was performing tonight, and somehow I had managed to
get scheduled after her performance. I only hoped now that she was
still around instead of just bolting after she was done. Her last
album had been incredible to me, and I had fingered myself to orgasm
after staring at the accompanying liner notes while her CD played. So
to find her in the flesh would be a dream.

	Bumping past a bunch of groupies, set people and back up musicians, I
finally spotted her off to the side of things. She was sitting in one
of those director's style chairs, sipping on a bottle of water as she
talked to a woman holding a clipboard. My heart skipped a beat as I
saw her laugh at a joke the woman had told, part of me immediately
hating the girl because of the fact that it wasn't me sitting there
causing her joy. I lingered over against a nearby wall, watching the
two of them discreetly as Shania sipped on the water. She wore a pair
of jeans and an oversized t-shirt and a ratty baseball cap, obviously
much more comfortable now that she was out of the stunning crop top
and lycra pants she had won while performing. Her rich auburn hair was
pulled back in a pony tail, emphasizing the highness of her cheekbones
and her delicate, beautiful eyes.

	When the woman with the clipboard left, I slowly sauntered over to
Shania, trying my best to look seductive and sexy, which was rather
hard in high heels (I wasn't used to wearing them), as I grew closer
to her. She had her bottle of water in her lap and was just looking
around watching the people rush around when she finally turned her
gaze towards me. She smiled, but it was a polite show business smile.
One that said "Hi, I'll be friendly even though I don't know who you
are,"

	"Hi Shania," I said to her, my voice cracking a bit. "You were
amazing out there tonight,"

	"Thank you. You look familiar...where have I seen you before?" she
replied.

	"Oh, I was just on stage a little while ago. My name is Petty,"

	"That's right, the girl who just signed with Antamount. I've heard
your single - good stuff,"

	My heart again leapt into my throat - she liked my music!

	I couldn't help but blush. "Thank you,"

	"No problem," she said, already seeming to somewhat lose interest in
the conversation. I tried to keep her attention.

	"So, you're signed to Antamount too aren't you?" I asked, stepping a
bit closer to her.

	"Yeah, well sort of. A division of them I suppose. I like them a lot
because of the flexibility they gave me with my last album. It was
nice to not have any producers breathing down my neck. Although then
again, when you are married to one, that's kind of hard to avoid,"

	I laughed, perhaps a bit too loudly, at her joke. I cursed myself for
being so dorky sounding and then smiled at her as if to play it off.

	"So how is Mutt and Eja?" I asked. I was now standing a few feet from
her, so close I could smell the fresh scent of her shampoo from when
she had showered after her performance.

	"They're good. I'm sorry, I don't know much about you. Do you have a
family?"

	"No...no, I mean I have a family but I'm a single girl right now. I
don't want to be tied down with all that, especially since I'm just
getting my big break,"

	"I know just what you mean. When I was starting out..." Shania
started to say, when her cell phone suddenly rang.

	"Hello?" she said. "Oh hi baby. So being in the audience isn't
bothering you yet I hope? That's good. No, I'm just standing here
talking to Petty. You know, Petty, the girl who just performed. Yeah,
that's her. What? Well, I guess I can meet you in there in a few
minutes. If you don't mind tearing yourself away that is. Haha, ok.
See ya in a few honey,"

	Shania clicked the phone closed and smiled at me. "Sorry about that.
I need to go meet Mutt in my dressing room. Would you like to come
along? He says that he really wants to meet you,"

	I couldn't help but blush again. "I'd love to. If you don't mind of
course,"

	"No, not a problem at all," Shania replied. "Come on, follow me,"

	I stayed close behind Shania as we moved through the hallway towards
the back of the auditorium. The further we got, the less crowded
things became. I also started to notice more spacing between dressing
rooms, which meant that they had far bigger ones than the one I was
in. Like a lot of things from this experience, this irked me a bit but
I let it slide as I admired Shania's ass through her jeans, hypnotized
as each tight cheek bounced with every step.

	She stopped in front of a large door and pulled out a key card (mine
had no such lock) before sliding it in and opening the door. The
dressing room was extravagant inside and I gasped in wonder at it.
There was a full dining area with a long table set up with fresh fruit
and drinks, as well as a television and CD player by the wall, and
even a foose-ball table set up, presumably in case Shania got bored.
Gawking in the doorway, I watched as Shania walked further into the
room. This was what it meant to be a REAL star.

	"Hey Petty," she called to me as she walked over to the fridge in the
corner. I was startled out of my trance by her calling my name, still
amazed that someone used this room just once and then moved on. A
person could practically LIVE here!

	"Hey Petty," she repeated, turning back to look at me.

	"Huh? Oh, what Shania?"

	"Want a beer?"

	"Umm...no thanks, I'm alright," I said. Despite my previously
confessed addictions, I knew better than to drink when I was on
Demerol. Don't want to pull an Elvis on all my adoring fans.

	Shania walked back over to me, sipping from the long neck of a bottle
of Budweiser, sitting down at the table.

	"Well, you don't just have to stand there girl. Have a seat,"

	I did as was instructed and sat down across from Shania. As she drank
her beer, we talked idly about what it was like being a solo act in
the business, that sort of thing. Slowly I began to lose interest in
what she was saying though, as the pills kicked in and I felt very
calm and relaxed. I was also starting to feel very horny, unable to
take my eyes away from Shania's long, slender neck and the way the
fabric of her shirt hung on her rather large breasts. Her wonderful
frame was not really flattered by the outfit but she still looked very
sexy in it, especially the tight jeans she wore.

	When she stood up to go get herself another beer, I decided to make
my move. As she walked over to the fridge, bending over and peering
down to find the drink (the sight of her ass swaying back and forth as
she bent over hypnotizing me), I slowly stood up from the table.
Stepping away from it. I put my hands on the straps of my dress and
pulled it downward over my shoulders. Passing over my breasts and then
further down past my stomach and thighs, the dress fell to a heap on
the floor as I stepped out of it, now wearing just my 3 inch heels (I
had not worn underwear of any kind for this sole purpose).

	Pushing my blonde hair back from my face, I composed myself as best
as I could. Despite the pills, I was anxious with anticipation, hoping
Shania would not freak out. Closing the fridge, she passed behind an
out cropping in the wall and into full view of me, stopping completely
when she saw me.

	"I want you Shania. I think you are so sexy and I want to fuck you
until you scream," I heard my voice say, the words sounding fine in my
mind but a little groggy as they passed my lips. I was even surprised
by my own forwardness and such dirty talk. But the pills lowered my
inhibitions and it was clear now that my Id was in full control.

	Shania then surprised me. She didn't scream or yell or freak out or
turn away. She instead just looked at me, a slow smile creeping onto
her face. She folded her arms under her chest, the beer hanging from
one hand and propped herself up against the wall.

	"Well, you certainly don't waste time when you want something do
you?"

	"I want YOU Shania," I repeated, some uneasiness starting to
overwhelm me.

	Still with that same smile on her face, Shania walked over towards
me. I felt myself grow even wetter in anticipation, the heat and
moisture between my legs starting to spread as she stopped in front of
me. Taking the beer bottle in her hand, she stood now just an inch or
two from me. Looking down at my exposed breasts, she gently took the
ice cold bottle and slowly pressed it's surface against first one
nipple, then the other. I gasped in surprise, the cold tingle making
my nipples so hard they ached.

	Shania then removed the bottle and lowered her mouth to my ear,
whispering.

	"I know you want me Petty. And I'm ok with that," she said. "But I
think we need an okay from my husband first,"

	She lifted her eyes up over my shoulder and I turned around to follow
her gaze. I was startled to see Mutt Lange standing there in the
doorway, his 80s hair band style hair wavy and curled around his head,
something that looked very out of place considering he was dressed in
a tuxedo.

	"Well hello Petty," Mutt said. "I wasn't sure if Shania would invite
you back to her room or not,"

	"Oh, I had no problem doing that honey. But this," she said, pointing
at my nude body "Was all her doing,"

	"I see. And what prompted this?" Mutt said, walking around to stand
in front of me, as if he was studying me like a piece of art.

	"She said she wants me. I think she might be high," Shania said,
lovingly stroking my hair.

	I giggled. "Just some pills," I said. "And maybe a little blow
earlier on,"

	Shania and Mutt looked at each other. Mutt then sighed.

	"Well you know, chances are she wouldn't remember anything the next
day...or if she did, she would think it's a dream,"

	Shania grinned. "That's true. Plus, we could use another tape for our
collection,"

	"Did they give you a video camera like you asked for?"

	"Yep, a digital one. Very nice and very expensive," Shania said.
"It's over on the counter,"

	Mutt walked over and took it out of the case. "Good, they even
charged it up. Well then Shania, what do you say we make our guest
feel more welcome,"

	"No problem honey,"

	I meanwhile had stood there listening to all of this, starting to
sway a little bit on my feet. I didn't know what they meant about me
not remembering any of it - if anything, I would ALWAYS remember what
was to come. Still though, they seemed to be going along with things
and that made me even more horny. If they wanted to video tape it, I
was cool with that. Whatever they got off on. Besides, I was so much
on cloud 9 by that point that they could have said they wanted to
screw me on stage in front of the cameras and I would have agreed.

	Shania stood in front of me now and smiled as she spoke "Petty, do
you still want me?". I suddenly felt her hand on my breast, stroking
it from the bottom up as she cupped it in her palm.

	I moaned. "Oh yes Shania. Even more,"

	Her hand slid down my bare stomach towards my wet pussy. I felt her
fingers pass over the sticky, tangled mess of my snatch, her smile
broadening as she touched me. "Good, because we are about to make your
request come true,"

	I smiled dreamily at Shania as she stepped back away from me.
Unzipping her pants, she made a show of sliding the tight jeans down
around her legs, shaking and wiggling her ass as she did it. Stepping
out of the jeans, she lifted off her t-shirt, revealing the fact that
like me, she hadn't been wearing a bra. Her breasts were very large,
probably a hefty D cup, with rose pink nipples and they had not sagged
at all despite having had a child.

	With her shirt off now, Shania stood in just sneakers, her baseball
cap and a pair of thong panties. Hooking her thumbs on the edges of
them, she slowly pulled them down off of her legs as she reached over
and grabbed a chair, setting it in front of me as she sat down, giving
me a full view of her pussy. It too, like the rest of her body, was
incredible to behold and it was clear that she was a natural redhead,
given the small strip of hair just above her opening. Shania rubbed
her hands on her thighs seductively as she watched me drink in her
body.

	I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulders, pushing me down. I glanced
back to see Mutt, who was now totally naked like Shania and I,
stroking his cock with one hand while guiding me down with the other.
He continued to push until I was in a doggy style position, my face
just a few inches away from Shania's pussy. Mutt reached down next to
his leg and picked up the video camera as he moved closer to me from
behind, his dick in his hand. I felt it bump against my ass cheek and
felt a slight tremor in my pussy at the thought of getting double
teamed by both of them.

	Handing the camera to Shania, she leaned back in the chair and slid
her legs outward towards me, my mouth now practically drooling as her
snatch drew closer to my face.

	"Now Petty," Shania said, turning on the camera. "Show me how much
you want me,"

	I grinned up at the red light of the device and, keeping my eyes
locked on the lens, slowly lowered my mouth down between Shania's
legs. She sighed in pleasure as she felt my hands pull apart her pussy
lips, exposing between her legs the sweet pink of the inside of her
cunt. Extending my tongue, I slowly began to lap at Shania's pussy,
licking and sucking at the juice of it that was already starting to
form.

	I felt Mutt move behind me, his surprisingly large prick sliding
along my cunt. My juices were already flowing copiously and because of
that, he had no problem in pushing the tip of his dick into my
opening, the head wedging into the outer part of my pussy. With a
grunt, he slid the full shaft in, causing me to rock forward slightly
as I felt his cock reach all the way into the back of my snatch. I
hadn't bothered to see how big he was before he started fucking me,
but he was certainly one of the biggest lovers I had taken inside of
me.

	Shania's juices were really going now, and I was anxious to explore
deeper into her body. With my free hand, I wiped some of Shania's
arousal onto my fingers and then slowly pushed them inside of her
tight pussy, causing her to moan in pleasure as I stretched her out.
Shania's hands shook a little bit and I was afraid she was going to
drop the camera on me as she groaned in ecstasy, but she managed to
keep hold of it, slowly panning from my now sweaty and wet face all
the way down my back and ass to where her husband was now steadily
fucking me.

	My body began to respond to Mutt's thrusts, my hips rocking back and
forth gently against his body, my knees dug deeply into the carpet as
he hunched over me to get a better angle in which to fuck my now very
heated pussy. I could feel him saw deeper and deeper into me with
every thrust, the tip of his prick battering against my cervix with
each thrust.

	Shania placed her hand on my head, stroking my hair as I let her
guide my mouth and face around in my loving eating out of her. Her
juice was just as sweet as I expected, her pussy lips and labia
growing aroused and full as I worked my tongue deep inside of her,
exploring her wonderful cavern with my fingers as well. Reaching
across me, Shania handed the camera back to Mutt, who then began to
hump me doggy style while holding the camera on his shoulder.
Presumably, he was zooming in on me eating Shania out but at that
point, I didn't really care if he was video taping the freaking floor.

	I was really starting to enjoy being involved in a threesome with
these two. Shania was so beautiful, her face looking so innocent as it
contorted up in pleasure beneath the ball cap she still wore, her
breath coming heavily as her breasts rose and fell on her chest, her
now free hands being put to good use in squeezing her nipples. Mutt
too, though he was not the most attractive man I had ever seen, was a
forceful yet delicate lover and seemed to really know his way in and
around a girl's cunt. Which made me wonder if he had more practice
outside of just Shania. That thought however was pushed out of my mind
when he angled himself differently in me, causing the thick shaft of
his dick to caress and stroke over my clit, causing me to moan in
between Shania's legs.

	The only sound I'm sure the camera was picking up was coming entirely
from me - the loud, slurping of me eating Shania's pussy and the
squishing sound of Mutt plowing into my cunt. As he continued to
stroke against my clit, I shuddered to myself as I came all over his
cock, the drugs amplifying my orgasm and making my body unleash a
flood of juices. The squishing sound grew louder as Mutt thrust harder
into me, once again handing the camera back to Shania, who was in a
dream world of pleasure, my still going strong tongue eating out the
beautiful Canadian.

	With a loud plop, Mutt pulled his dick from my cunt, leaving it
gaping open suddenly as cool air rushed over it. Already wet with my
juices, I felt my body tense up as I realized where he was going: my
ass. Though I was dazed, a bit of panic overwhelmed me: I hadn't been
fucked in the ass in a long long time.

	"Mutt, please, don't,"

	"Shhh..." Shania cooed at me, caressing my cheek with her hand. "Just
keep on licking me. It will take your mind off of his dick,"

	I was going to protest but I could already feel Mutt pressing his
thick cockhead against my tight anal opening. Pushing forward, I cried
out in pain and surprise as the head of his dick entered my ass, but I
took Shania's advice and resumed eating her out, wincing to myself
slightly as Mutt pushed more and more of his shaft into my ass.
Feverishly licking Shania's cunt now, I spotted her aroused clit
protruding from the top of her pussy and redirected my attention
towards it.

	The pain in my ass was incredible, a sort of burning and tearing
situation but the more he worked into me, the more I grew accustomed
to it. Spreading my legs as wide as I could to give him better access.
My mouth now on Shania's hard nub, I began to tongue it back and forth
in my mouth, my wet tongue and sticky lips sucking on it as I batted
it around in my mouth, Shania crying out in pleasure. Shania's advice
had worked, as now that Mutt was fully inserted into my ass, I had
focused my mind just on getting Shania off.

	Mutt began to remove his cock from me slightly, only to thrust it
back in a second later, making my body lunge forward. I could feel the
veins of his shaft expand and contract inside of my ass as he fucked
me. Despite little experience with anal sex, I was beginning to feel
my pussy growing hotter and hotter from the thickness of his shaft
inside of me. The lubrication from my pussy after having just cum on
his cock gave Mutt a fair amount of lubrication as he gently glided in
and out of me, the sensation of feeling his cock in my ass just above
the thin membrane separating my pussy causing all kinds of electricity
to course through my body.

	Shania was now writhing in her chair, lost in pleasure. I could feel
a flood of more juices begin to leak out of her cunt and as I lapped
at her clit, I knew she was about to cum. The feeling of knowing that
I got Shania off while her husband fucked me in both the ass and the
pussy was incredibly erotic, especially given how much I had
fantasized about her before tonight. Whether it was the drugs or just
the pleasure of the act itself, my mind felt like it was floating
above a body that was completely lost to pleasure.

	"Oh shit, I'm cumming!" Shania yelled. I took her clit in between my
thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pleasure it back and
forth, the hard wet love button throbbing beneath my touch. As I used
my other fingers to fuck her cunt, Shania gave out a hoarse yell and
came all over my hand, my mouth immediately down between her legs to
lap up her juices. Though it didn't seem possible, this fresh batch of
cum was even more sweet than anything I had tasted before. I was
obsessed with getting it all, my tongue not moving fast enough as more
and more of it seemed to just pour out from between her beautiful pink
lips.

	I hadn't noticed it, but Mutt too was close to cumming. He gave my
ass one hard thrust (sending me deeper into Shania's pussy, something
I didn't mind) and then yanked his prick out. Standing up, his dick in
his hand, he beat on it furiously. I opened my mouth expecting him to
shoot his load on my face, but the couple had other plans. Aiming his
cockhead at her pussy, Mutt stopped stroking his dick enough to let
the first eruption of his cum shoot out.

	The first long, thick ropy strand hit Shania's pussy dead on,
covering and coating her outer lips as the good immediately began to
mingle and sink into her sex. The next shot was equally as accurate,
hitting just above my gasping mouth and dribbling down her thigh onto
her pussy. He continued to shoot stream after stream of cum onto
Shania's pussy and thighs, Shania aiming the camera down to catch all
of this. When his orgasm had ended, he gave a loud grunt and sigh and
held his dick out to me. I immediately took it into my mouth, sucking
off the last remaining drops of his cum.

	Shania meanwhile was busy playing with the mess between her legs -
she smeared and rubbed Mutt's cum against her pussy lips, mingling it
with her own juices. She pushed two fingers into the outer wall of her
pussy, leaving a messy creampie in between her legs. It was clear
though, that with Mutt looming over me and Shania watching me
expectantly, they wanted me to eat his cum from her pussy.

	The entire scene was erotic in a rather strange way, a scenario like
this having never happened to me before. But Mutt's cum hadn't tasted
bad and Shania's juice was incredibly sweet, so I had no real problem
in diving my tongue back in. Winking at the red light of the camera, I
slowly lowered my face between Shania's legs again. Sticking my tongue
out tentatively, I lapped up a drop of Mutt's cum onto my tongue.
Swallowing it down, the taste mingled a bit with Shania's juices and
turned out to be quite good.

	Shania had smeared their cum together so well that the further and
further I got into it eating it, the better it began to taste. I
slurped loudly as I sucked clean a small puddle of cum against
Shania's thigh, pulling my mouth back as a strand of cum hung from my
lips. By the time I had eaten her clean, without a drop of cum from
her or Mutt to be seen anywhere outside or inside of her twat, I had
enjoyed a very tasty experience.

	"And cut," Mutt said, turning off the camera. He set it down on the
table next to Shania and pulled his pants back up. "Thank you Petty,
that was incredibly hot,"

	I collapsed on the floor, my knees now aching from being on them so
long. Stretching my arms out, I wiped away a sticky spot of cum from
my lips, licking it off my finger.

	"You're welcome Mutt. Any time you two want to involve me again, just
let me know,"

	They looked at each other. "Riiighht," Mutt said. "Well, we better
get going. The awards show is almost over. Feel free to clean up and
help yourself to some food before you go. We have to get home to Eja,"

	Shania was now zipping up her jeans and stood in front of a mirror,
adjusting her baseball cap.

	"Yeah, thanks Petty. Hope you enjoyed yourself and uhh...good luck
with your CD,"

	With that, they walked out of the door, leaving me alone in the room.
My mind still a little fuzzy from the drugs, I slowly crawled up and
walked into the bathroom. After taking a shower, I redressed and went
back to my dressing room. Getting my "bag of fun" back from it's
hiding place (in the air conditioning vent), I could still taste
Shania's and Mutt's juices in my mouth.

	Cutting a line of coke after locking the door, I took a long hard
snort and pinched my nose as I felt the pleasant burning sensation go
down my throat. Putting the drugs away, I took out my smokes and lit
one, walking out of the auditorium where the awards were just now
wrapping up. I still felt a very strong attraction to women, without a
doubt. But getting some dick every now and then was still a-okay in my
book.


ALEX'S STORY:

	After driving Mila back to the Antamount lot (under much suspicion of
course...I practically had to hide in the seat), I dropped her off at
her car. I was about to head home to Katherine when she called me on
her cell phone. She hadn't said much, only that I needed to meet her
at Charlie Watterson's office to discuss Antamount.

	I had agreed, though the whole thing seemed fishy after what had
happened today. After hanging up with Katherine, I immediately called
Mila on her cell phone and gave her directions. If I was walking into
some kind of trap or set up, I at least wanted someone else besides
Katherine that I knew I could trust.

	The agreed upon meeting time was 7:00, and I pulled up at 3 minutes
till. Stepping out of my car, I glanced around to see if I saw
anything out of the ordinary. Thankfully, the street was pretty empty
and there didn't seem to be any men in cars looming about. Walking up
to the bottom floor of Charlie's office, I buzzed him on his intercom.

	"Yeah?" a crackly voice said.

	"It's Alex, Charlie. I was told to meet you here?"

	A buzz sounded and the door to the building opened. I stepped inside,
shutting the door behind me as it whooshed shut, locking once more.
Walking up the stairs slowly, I knocked on his office door.

	"Come in," a deep male voice called. Opening the door, I stepped into
the dimly lit room. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out about five
people all sitting around Charlie's desk against the wall.

	"Hi Alex," I heard Katherine say as she walked over to me. She gave
me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back over near the desk,
taking a seat on the window sill. Now that I could see things better,
I was able to make out everyone's face.

	Behind the desk was Charlie, as was to be expected. He wore a neat
pin stripe shirt with a pair of suspenders and despite the fact that
in the light, his face looked more haggard than I had ever seen it, he
managed to smile at me.

	On his immediate left was Rachael Leigh Cook. I was startled to say
the least at seeing her there, but she smiled at me as well. I
wondered if she had told Katherine or anyone else about our encounter.
But I knew Rachael was more proper than that and, given Katherine's
friendliness, she didn't seem to have said anything.

	Mila was on Charlie's right, just as I had asked her to be. She had a
concerned and nervous look on her face, as if she wasn't sure she
trusted what was going on. I smiled at her to try and calm her fears,
but all she could muster was a half hearted return smile.

	Katherine of course was now sitting on the window sill, her arms
crossed underneath her chest, the outline of her nipple rings a
painful reminder to me now of how we had gotten to this situation.

	The last person however, not only startled but enraged me. After
smiling at saying hello to everyone, in the far corner of the office I
saw someone who I was not expecting to see at all: Jamie Pressley.

	"Woah, what the fuck is she doing here?" I said, pointing at Jamie as
I moved in a protective motion towards the other girls. No one in the
room however, seemed to mind her presence.

	"Calm down Alex," Charlie said, sitting up. "She's here to help,"

	"The fuck she is! She's part of the reason all of this shit is
happening," I replied angrily.

	"Look dude, calm down. I want what you want, alright? I'm tired of
being some sex slave to those power hungry cunts. Now step the fuck
off all right?" Jamie said, moving out of the shadows to look at me, a
snarl on her face. As much as I wanted to tell her off right there or
react with more anger, the feel suddenly of Katherine's hand touching
my arm managed to keep me in check.

	"It's alright Alex. I trust her," Katherine said.

	Still studying her for any signs that she might be betraying us, I
folded my arms against my chest and moved against the wall, carefully
watching her.

	"Ok Charlie, tell Alex all of the stuff you just told us," Katherine
said to him. Charlie nodded and cleared his throat, but not before
taking a hard swig out of a flask he had seemed to pull out of
nowhere. Swallowing the liquor with a grimace, Charlie started to
speak.

	"I know why all of you are here - you are tired of Antamount and the
Rose Petals controlling your lives. Let me tell you right off the bat
that you aren't alone in this. There are many others like you who have
either publicly or privately grumbled about the influence they exert.
When I heard through the grapevine about what had happened to
Katherine, I knew that things had reached a point where they could
only get worse. Much much worse," Charlie said.

	"That's why he got us together tonight Alex," Rachael said, speaking
for the first time all night. "He knew that some people were just
bitching and some people, like us, wanted to solve things,"

	"Exactly. Even telling you all this is a big risk - I'm not certain
that they don't know about my involvement with the Vegas incident and
aren't just waiting to get me. In fact, knowing Willis, I know that as
soon as my name enters his radar, Old Charlie is going to be in for
some real troubles. But that's why I have to spread the information,
spread the knowledge I know about them as much as I can,"

	"What exactly do you know about them that we don't Charlie?" I asked,
a little skeptical still about telling too much with Jamie in the
room. I glanced over at her and saw that she was more relaxed in
posture but still looked as distrusting of me as I did of her.

	"For starters, I know the history of the company, though
unfortunately not the full history of Willis. 20 years ago, Antamount
was around - they were in the business of making late night b-grade
sci-fi movies for the then new cable channels, and dabbling a bit into
soft core pornography on the side. During the 80s, the economy hit
them hard and it seemed like they would just be another victim in a
quickly rising list of small companies who couldn't make it in the
cinema world. But then, out of practically nowhere, comes Wilton
Willis. When Antamount was on the verge of bankruptcy, he was like a
guardian angel, swooping in and rescuing the company by paying off the
debts and buying out the owners,"

	"But where did he get his money?" I asked.

	Charlie shook his head. "That I don't know. Things were really fuzzy
in the 80s - there was talk that he ran drugs and other vices in
foreign countries, but even though the DOJ opened a case against him
and his company, Willis Enterprises, which is now just part of
Antamount, they could never make anything stick. Besides, with all the
savings and loan scandals, the government had other things to worry
about,"

	"Ok, but I'm sure all of this is public information right?"

	"Yes, it is. If you look in Variety, you can probably find old
articles announcing the buying out of Antamount. What you won't find
there, or anywhere else though, is their rise to power. Now, at first,
the company flew really low on the radar. They didn't do anything
risky, they didn't do anything to draw attention to themselves. But
then, about five years into his ownership, Antamount started popping
up in places. BIG places - first they bought a few smaller studios,
then a record label, then some struggling magazines. They were still
small potatoes mind you, but it was really just the start of things.
No one really paid much mind to it, myself included. The 80s for me
are one big alcoholic blur," he said, raising his flask in emphasis.
"It wasn't until the political aspect of things started appearing that
people started to take notice,"

	"Political?" I asked.

	"Yeah. See, there was this wanna-be starlet, Bitsy Thompson who had a
contract with another small studio, Palm Tree Films. Nothing huge, but
it was still enough to impact their bottom line, you know? So anyways,
Bitsy has a contract with Palm Tree, and Antamount wants her. They
offer her a huge amount of money, but she doesn't relent. Antamount,
undeterred, decides to take things to the courts. Now, Palm Tree hired
some of the best lawyers in town while Antamount had just in house
counsel - practically nobodies. Except for one: Gordon Hapsboro,"

	"I was wondering where he fit into this," I said to myself. Katherine
nodded at me as Charlie continued.

	"Well, the trial date rolls around and Antamount asks for a summary
judgment. This is the FIRST DAY mind you. The judge decides to take a
recess to think about it. When he returns, the people who were there
say that he was as white as a sheet. The judge rules in Antamount's
favor, turning the girl's contract over to Antamount without so much
as a word from Palm Tree's lawyer. They vow to appeal but each time
they take it to a higher judge, they refuse to hear the case. Six
months later, the judge who ruled in Antamount's favor turns up dead.
Bullet through the head. Turns out he had a penchant for little boys,"

	"Jesus Christ," Mila said, covering her mouth and shaking her head.

	"The worst part about this though, was that despite the fact that
Antamount had won the contract away from the Palm Tree, Bitsy herself
did not want to work with Antamount at all. She smelt scum when it
came floating in. But if she ever wanted to work in Hollywood again,
she would have to comply with the contract, at least through it's
duration. In effect, Antamount had essentially bought her and now
owned her to make whatever movies they wanted. Keep in mind, all this
was just through the grapevine stuff, but it seems that Bitsy was one
of the first to be a 'party favor' at the infamous Antamount parties,"

	"Why didn't she just stop acting?" I asked.

	"Well, she did. Only, not on purpose. Bitsy got into a bitter dispute
with Antamount after they tried to sneak an extension onto her
contract. She threatened to quit and walk away from Hollywood forever.
Antamount made her wish come true - while on the set, a light from a
rig fell and clipped her on the side of the head. It didn't kill her
but it did put her in a coma. She woke up three years later, totally
forgotten from Hollywood and broke, after Antamount used the fees they
would have paid her to take care of her hospital bills,"

	"So then after that incident, people got the message that Antamount
wasn't to be fucked with," I said.

	"Exactly. It seemed all of a sudden that everyone was lining up to be
there to help them. That's when they got their first crop of willing
leading ladies who didn't mind being 'kept' if it meant they got good
roles. And naturally, being suddenly flushed with talent, they were
bound to find some who would be future stars. They just sorted out the
riff-raff and promoted the shit out of the talented ones. It paid off
- they went from a nobody studio to one of the giants in just under 10
years. It was incredible,"

	"And I take it that you too lined up for a free hand out?" I said, a
little bit of bitterness in my voice. This did not go unnoticed by
Charlie, who just shrugged.

	"When in Rome," he said. "So basically, what you are going through is
nothing new. Antamount got their biggest yet during the boom of the
late 90s, buying huge chunks of stock in companies like Paramount, Fox
and Sony. They formed alliances with Disney and all the major record
labels...before anyone knew it, they had their fingers in every pie in
town,"

	"Which is not to say they didn't encounter some resistance," Charlie
continued. "There were all sorts of lawsuits and protests by the
Hollywood elite, but they never amounted to much. The suits were
settled out of court and the elite were hired by Antamount. They now
run this town, despite the outward appearance that the other studios
are in charge,"

	"Where do the Rose Petals come in?" Jamie asked, looking at me first
as if for encouragement.

	"That I can't tell you my dear. They claim to have a long history of
membership, but I doubt if it goes back further than the 1970s. They
too allied with Antamount and have been under their wing for a long
time now. As I'm sure you know, they only get talked about in whispers
and in backroom deals. If the public ever found out about them, they
would be history,"

	"Well, why don't we take it public? We have two members right here
who I'm sure would be willing to talk,"

	Charlie laughed. "Boy, you wouldn't even get to speak to a reporter
before their goons would be on you and you would become an unperson so
fast it would make your head spin,"

	I punched my fist against the wall, putting a slight dent in it. The
noise startled everyone as they stared at me.

	"So what you're saying then...is that we are going up against one of
the most powerful organizations in the world," I said through my
teeth. I was very pissed off at hearing all of this - the situation
seemed hopeless.

	"Yes, without a doubt," Charlie said. "But there is hope,"

	"What do you mean?"

	"As I said, you aren't the only ones who hate Antamount. I was put in
contact a few days ago with Yasuo Kyokota, a Tokyo business man. He
too has an issue with Antamount, though I'm not sure exactly what it
is. However, he asked me to fly out to Japan to see him,"

	"And are you going to?"

	"No," Charlie said, reaching into his desk. He pulled out an airplane
ticket. "But you are,"

	"What? Why me?"

	"Think about it Alex," Mila said, stepping forward towards the desk.
"Katherine is already under suspicion and Rachael, myself and Jamie
can't just disappear. It would look too odd. The same with Charlie -
who knows how long it will be before they find out his involvement.
You're the only natural choice. They already fired you, they wouldn't
be expecting you to fly to Japan,"

	"What makes you think that they aren't following me?" I asked
incredulously.

	"They may be Alex," Katherine said, now chiming in. "But if you can
get to Tokyo and to Mr. Kyokota, then you will be out of harm's way,"

	"That's a big if," I replied sarcastically.

	"It's something you have to do Alex. There really isn't too many
other options, and this is something that we - and you - really need
to make sure happens,"

	I took the ticket off the desk and held it in my hand. "When do I
leave?" I said with a sigh.

	"Tonight. Four hours from now," Charlie replied, again sipping from
his flask. Despite his calm voice earlier, his face was now starting
to sweat, as were his underarms.

	"Jesus, you didn't give me much notice did you?" I said, stepping
back from the desk. Katherine was right there to comfort me. I gave
her a hug, but then noticed Jamie staring at me again in the corner. I
pushed Katherine away.

	"And what about you?" I asked, now stepping up to her directly. "Why
do you care and why should we trust you?"

	"Because I'm tired of being Eliza and Salma's bitch. If the Rose
Petals will keep existing, then I want to run them," Jamie replied,
her face still in a snarl at me.

	"Oh, so it's a power thing," I said to her.

	"Isn't EVERYTHING a power thing?" she replied, putting her hand
swiftly on my balls and holding them.

	I stared at her for a moment longer then turned away.

	"One final question Charlie. You mentioned Hapsboro - what about him?
What can you tell us about him?"

	Charlie again shook his head. "Nothing. In fact, no one can. I've
looked him up in every resource possible. It's as if he just appeared
out of nowhere,"

	I let this sink in for a moment before turning away again from the
desk.

	"I better get going if I'm going to make this flight," I said
reluctantly as I looked at Katherine. "Are you going to be ok here
alone?"

	"Oh, it's alright. I'm going to stay with her," Mila said. "We're
going to stay at a hotel. My treat,"

	I looked back at Katherine, who nodded in reply. "And Rachael, what
about you and Charlie?"

	"We will manage. I'm pretty low on the radar so I can stay out of
harm's way. Besides, I don't know anything really about what's going
on. I'm just trying to keep from sinking into this sinkhole,"

	"Oh, don't worry about me...I'll be fine," Jamie shot at me, her
voice bitter and cold. I gave her a hard glare and then walked towards
the door.

	"Bye everyone. Be careful," I said, giving them all a wave before
shutting the door. I walked quickly down the stairs and headed for my
car. Starting the engine, I hopped on the interstate and headed for
the airport.


CHARLIES'S STORY:

	"Are you two sure you're going to be alright?" I said to Katherine
and Mila as they sat in the idling cab I had called for them.

	"Yes Charlie, thank you. We are just going across town," Mila said. I
shut the door for them, staring in at them through the window.

	Katherine mouthed "Bye Charlie" as the car began to pull away.
Despite being now drunk off my ass, I still managed the coordination
enough to wave a lazy wave at them. Turning my attention now to
Rachael and Jamie, I felt Rachael's small arms wrap around me as she
gave me a hug.

	"I don't know you Charlie, but you are indeed a brave man," Rachael
whispered. She kissed me on the cheek and then started to walk away,
back towards her car. Jamie and I stood there, watching her leave.

	"So...I guess you'll call me if you need my help with anything else?"
Jamie asked, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket as she
looked around the street.

	"Yeah, no problem. This is pretty risky you know Jamie, talking to me
like this and switching sides," I said, my words now starting to slur
a little bit.

	"I know. But I meant what I said - I want the power of the Rose
Petals for myself. If that means destroying the people who control
them, so be it,"

	I shook my head at her. "You are one mean bitch, you know that?"

	Jamie laughed. "That's what they tell me. They say I'm a great lay
though, you'll have to try for yourself sometime,"

	Laughing, I stumbled up the sidewalk towards my office. Jamie waved
and then walked off in the opposite direction as Rachael, into the
night.

	Climbing the stairs to my office had always been a perilous endeavor
for me, but being drunk certainly didn't help things. Trudging up one
step at a time, I finally reached the landing, out of breath from the
effort.

	Half stumbling against my office door, I opened it and stepped
inside. That was strange, the light had been on when I left...

	WHOOOMMMPPP!!

	I suddenly felt a hard blow to the back of my head, my mind exploding
in pain as I staggered forward onto the floor. Clutching the back of
my head, I felt blood dripping down between my fingers. The back of my
head felt like it was on fire as I struggled to crawl on the floor. I
could hear heavy feet around me, clumping and moving as they pushed
furniture out of the way.

	All of a sudden, the lights in the room came on and I cried out in
pain, the light hurting my head even more. I closed my eyes tightly
for a moment before opening them up again and taking in what I saw. I
managed to turn over onto my back as I looked up at two large men in
black clothing, the muscles on their arms seeming to have muscles
themselves. Standing between the two of them was Gordon Hapsboro.

	Moving closer to me, I saw that he was polishing a pistol with a
silencer in his gloved hands. He looked down at me with a smile.

	"Charlie Charlie Charlie...tsk tsk. Didn't you know that we would be
listening to every word you said? You were the first place I looked
when I knew I had a vermin infestation,"

	"Fuck you," I said at him. I was greeted in response by a hard blow
to the ribs by one of the men's feet. I gasped and wheezed for breath,
my already throbbing head now added onto by the pain in my ribs.

	"That was quite a story you told Charlie. Too bad your audience won't
get to share it with anyone else,"

	"Maybe you didn't hear me - I said 'Fuck you' Gordon," 

	This time Hapsboro himself, with a nasty snarl on his face, reached
down and swiftly pistol whipped me in the mouth with the gun. I felt
my teeth crack and break as they flew out of my mouth, my gums and
teeth and lips now a bloody mess.

	"You couldn't just be a model employee Charlie. It just wasn't in
you. But then again, not much else will be in you here in a minute.
Just to let you know that I am a sporting man, and despite the fact
that it is just another tired clich� in this business we call
entertainment, I'll give you a choice. Would you rather be shot in the
face and die quick, or in the stomach and die slow?"

	Swallowing a mouth full of blood, I could hear my own wheezing as I
breathed in through the gap in my front teeth. Struggling against the
pain, I finally managed to speak clear enough to be heard.

	"The stomach. Save me the dignity of people still recognizing me, and
it gives me more time to hate you,"

	"Fair enough," Hapsboro said with a shrug.

	Lowering the gun at me, he shot me in the face anyways.


KATHERINE'S STORY:
	
	Mila and I rode in silence in the car. I think both of us were a
little stunned by everything Charlie had said, Mila especially. Part
of her I think did not want to believe it. Not that I blamed her - it
was a grim and harsh reality to have to accept and one that would be
with her for a long time.

	Seeking to comfort her, I slowly slid my hand across the seat towards
hers. She took it and smiled at me weakly as we drove through traffic.
I had booked us a hotel under the same false name I had used in Vegas,
that was just out of the way enough to give us time to strategize and
think of anyone else we knew who might want to help out. I knew that
there were other people, women especially who couldn't stand being
objects. The thought of it still brought bile up to the back of my
throat, but I tried to suppress it and think of what might happen if
Alex was successful in Japan.

	Staring out the window, I furrowed my brow a little bit as I noticed
that we were not heading in the direction of the hotel.

	"Excuse me, sir?" I said, raising my voice a little at the "sir"
part.

	No response.

	"Sir? This isn't the way to the hotel that we told you,"

	The man just kept staring straight ahead. I reached out and tapped on
the glass.

	"Sir? Hello? Do you speak English?"

	Mila now released my hand and began to tap on the glass as well.
"Hello? HELLO???"

	I plopped back down in the seat as the car came to a stop sign.
Leaning over to Mila, I whispered to her "I don't like this. Let's get
out here,"

	When the car came to a complete stop, I moved my hand quickly to the
door handle. It was locked and would not move. Mila did the same thing
with hers. No luck. I jerked and yanked on the door handle as hard as
I could but did nothing beyond bend it out from the door a little bit.

	Frantic now, I tried rolling down the windows, only to find that they
were not moving either. Taking off my high heel shoe, I began to beat
it against the glass of the window. It simply bounced off, the glass
thick and what seemed to be bullet proof.

	Mila clung desperately to her window, beating her palm against it,
trying to draw attention to herself. The car started rolling again,
and the gravity of the situation finally took hold. We were being
kidnapped.


	CHAPTER 7 - COMING SOON


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