Around The World in 80 Babes: Chapter 48 – Hollywood
Celeb: Lauren Graham
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Around the World in 80 Babes
2005 CSSA Award Winner for Best M/F Series
Chapter 48: Hollywood Travesty
October 5th, 2005
Los Angeles, California
“What a dump.”
Richard Stall took a step out of the limo and looked over at where Marissa Call was helping to unload the clearly unimpressed Michael Burke off the handicapped door. He had to admit that, at the moment, this was not one of the highlights of Los Angeles.
They stood outside what appeared to be an old warehouse, complete with wired outer fence, rust on the walls, and decidedly few lights outside. It was well away from most of the Hollywood hot spots – it’d been a good hour drive from the Hotel, though part of that had been traffic. There were no lines outside, nor were there any cars nearby, hinting that this place might, indeed, be somewhere anyone would want to visit.
Let alone one of the hottest nightclubs in LA, as well as a secret brothel that catered to Hollywood’s elite.
“Haven’t you ever heard not to judge a book by it’s cover?” Marissa asked, pushing Burke towards the only door to the place.
“I can understand wanting to keep a low profile, Marissa, but this is a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?” Stall asked.
“It’s not so much a low profile as it is exclusiveness,” Marissa said. “Trust me.”
“If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be here now,” Stall pointed out.
Marissa approached the door and knocked twice. Then they all stood there silently for a moment.
“Well, well, look who’s come home,” a voice said from behind the door.
“Funny, David,” Marissa replied. “I’m here to see Travesty.”
“I bet you are,” the voice replied. “And if she doesn’t want to see you?”
“She will,” Marissa replied.
“Sunflower, you left her to go hang out with one of her regulars – who, I might add, hasn’t been back either. Your stock ain’t that high right now.”
“Just let us in and tell her I’m here,” Marissa said.
“Fine. Suit yourself.” The door unlocked, and a large black man opened it. “Welcome to Hollywood Travesty.”
* * *
October 5th, 2005
The Streets of LA
Los Angeles, California
“There’s been exactly one broadcast here in LA since Stall left Sydney, a couple days ago. It was sent from somewhere in LA and received somewhere in LA. Other than that, there’s been absolutely nothing.”
“So Stall may not even be here?” Agnes Stone muttered, playing with the straw of her drink.
“Well, he WAS here, anyway. Until we get another hit, I won’t know for sure,” Dan Coach replied, closing his laptop and taking a sip of his own drink. The two were sitting out in the open on a bench not too far from the café they’d eaten at earlier. So far, their continued search for Richard Stall had not gone well at all.
“What about a check on his financial records?” Stone asked.
“Going slowly. London may be calming down from the train bombings a few months ago, but Scotland Yard’s still got most of it’s resources on Domestic Issues. We’re bloody lucky they’ve even agreed to run the search any time soon.”
“So, how do we find Stall?”
“You know him better than I do,” Coach pointed out, “But if I had to guess, I’d say find some of the town’s most beautiful women, and see if he shows up. Been a rather constant process with him all along, hasn’t it?”
“You have a point,” Stone agreed, taking a large sip of her drink. “Come on, let’s go see what we can dig up in terms of available celebrities in town.”
The two Scotland Yard agents stood up and headed down the street, completely unaware that they were being tailed at that very moment by two men who did not wish them well at all.
* * *
October 5th, 2005
Los Angeles, California
“You know, I never thought I’d see you walk through those doors again, Sunflower.”
“Listen, Travesty, I can explain,” Marissa Call said as she lead Stall and Burke into a back office. They’d passed through a surprisingly crowded dance club that seemed to be filled with more women than men, plenty of music, and healthy business at the bar. Stall had been more than a bit surprised – he’d been under the impression Hollywood Travesty was a brothel, not a night club. Apparently, he’d been at least partially wrong.
“I’m sure you can, Sunflower,” Travesty said. She wasn’t the tallest woman in the world by a long shot – no more than 5’2″ if she was a foot. She had dark hair with a stripe or two of golden blonde mixed in for highlights. Ample breasts flowed out of a low-cut top, and a pair of wire-frame glasses sat atop her smallish nose. Stall found himself hoping that Travesty occasionally slept with new clients – he’d certainly sleep with her if he had the chance.
“Travesty, that jackass you set me up with left me in France!” Marissa exclaimed. “No money, no clothes, not even my ID! I had to fend for myself for MONTHS!”
“You couldn’t have called?” Travesty asked, looking at Marissa with a less-than-amused look upon her face.
“He took my phone,” Marissa said quietly. It was pretty clear she was getting rebuked.
It certainly wasn’t the reception Stall had expected.
“And so you found yourself another sugar daddy, then came back when he learned you had access to my club?” Travesty said, looking pointedly at Stall.
“No, that’s not it,” Marissa said. “Richard helped me get out of France, and Michael… Michael’s my boyfriend.”
Travesty frowned. “I have rules against boyfriends in the club, Sunflower.”
“I know, I know-”
“Sunflower, you’re down two strikes already today. Be careful what you say next, or I’ll have Dave’s goons throw you out.”
“Maybe I can explain a few things,” Stall said, stepping forward.
“Richard-” Marissa said again, but Stall held up a hand to quiet her down.
“And you are?” Travesty said.
“Richard Stall,” he replied. “Owner of Stall Enterprises, Stall Incorporated, Stall Importing, Stall Finances, Stall Boxing-”
“Boxing?” Travesty asked.
“They make boxes.”
“Everyone needs boxes,” Travesty replied. “Except for me.”
“Of course,” Stall said. “What Marissa told you was true – we found her in the French Riviera earlier this year. Marissa was very-”
“Marissa?” Travesty asked. “You told me your name was Beth.”
“And you renamed me Sunflower,” Marissa pointed out.
“Beth?” Burke asked.
“My mother’s name,” Marissa said.
“Can we get back on subject here?” Stall asked.
“What IS your point?” Travesty asked.
“According to Marissa, you have access to something I need. I’m willing to pay handsomely for it. I would say this is a fine case of quid pro quo,” Stall said.
“Quid pro quo?” Burke asked. “Does that really apply here?”
“Hush,” Marissa said.
“And what, exactly, is it you think I have?” Travesty asked.
“In a word – celebrities. Preferably female celebrities.”
Travesty shot a dark look at Marissa. “You told him about level 3?”
“He’s on the level, Travesty. I promise you,” Marissa said.
“What, exactly, do you need from me, Mister Stall?”
“It’s kind of a long story,” Stall replied.
“Then have a seat,” Travesty replied. “And keep in mind, Sunflower – I don’t like what I hear, and you can consider it strike three.”
“Trust me, you’ll love it,” Marissa replied.
* * *
October 8th, 2005
Los Angeles, California
“I hate it.”
“I can adjust the gain a little,” Tomas Lambert said, dropping back down behind the large TV screen that now sat in Travesty’s private office. “Make them look a little less green.”
“The picture’s fine,” Travesty assured him, looking over at Richard Stall. “Now, Mister Stall, care to tell me what the problem is? This was, after all, your idea.”
“You’re using Marissa,” Stall said. “Using her like -”
“Like a cheap whore?” Travesty replied. “Yes, I am. We’re going to test this little system of yours, and if I don’t like how it works, we’re done. Sunflower owes me. I don’t care for employees who run out on me.”
“She’s not your employee now,” Stall muttered.
“If this works, she will be again,” Travesty pointed out.
The deal wasn’t exactly stacked in Stall’s favor, he had to admit that. In order to get access to Travesty’s impressive roster of female celebrity clientele, Stall had to replace all the cameras in Hollywood Travesty with the new models Lambert had designed – at Stall’s expense. Beyond that, Stall would pay a significant fee for the video images capture at HT, as well as pay an additional fee for each of Travetsy’s girls used in the action, above and beyond what the celeb was paying. By the time Stall factored in the expense of manufacturing the new cameras – there weren’t enough in existence at the moment to replace all the cameras in HT – it would end up costing Stall close to half a million quid for this deal.
But beyond that, Marissa had been forced to sign an exclusive contract with Travesty again. Assuming the madame agreed to the whole thing, Marissa would go back to working for the club until Stall got at least ten videos or the last day of November, whatever came first. During that time, Marissa would work the floor, fuck whoever Travesty told her to – male or female – and give all her profits to the club. Considering that Marissa had a long list of former clients eager for her return, Travesty stood to gain considerably from such a deal.
Meanwhile, poor Michael would have to stay away from the building – no boyfriends allowed in HT – knowing that his girlfriend was whoring herself out to anyone and everyone.
No, Stall hated this arrangement quite a bit.
And there wasn’t a bloody thing he could do about it.
“That ought to do it,” Lambert said, standing up. One advantage using Hollywood Travesty as a site to tape these films is that there would be no broadcasts at all – those tell-tale signatures that the authorities had been using to hunt down Stall and crew for the last several months. Here, it was almost all closed-circuit systems, quickly rigged up by Lambert over the past couple of days. He’d save all the images and computer files saved to a dedicated laptop, and not risk any tracing at all.
But that was about the only real plus to this deal.
Well, that and getting access to some of Hollywood’s top babes without having to rely on chemical aphrodisiacs and cameras hidden in coats and watches.
“When can we start taping?” Stall asked.
“Lauren should be here soon,” Travesty said, sitting down on top of her desk and absent-mindedly swinging a leg back and forth. The short woman seemed mildly bored as they waited. Stall wasn’t even sure who Lauren was – he hadn’t been let in on that yet. Travesty Luck may have been Hollywood’s most powerful, secret Madame, but she didn’t get that way by letting others know who her clients were.
“So, Stall, can I interest you in any of my women, since you’re here?” Travesty asked after they all sat there silently for a moment.
“I’m more than capable of getting women into bed without paying for them, thank you,” Stall said.
“Really?” Travesty asked. “But you’re paying an awful lot for those celebrity tapes you keep hunting for.”
“And I expect to be reimbursed for those quite handsomely,” Stall retorted.
“Glad to hear it.”
“If I could ask,” Lambert suddenly spoke up, “Miss Luck, what do you plan to do with these cameras?”
“Insurance,” Travesty replied. “Every now and then, I get a patron or two that things they can blackmail me into giving them whatever they want – girls for free, their money back, my ass, information on who else comes here. They think they can turn me into the cops and get me arrested if I don’t give in. Of course, I have a good chunk of LA’s high-ranking police officers on my clientele list, so that’ll never happen. But having the opportunity to leak a video of them here or there would go a long way towards slowing them down.”
She shrugged and smiled towards Stall. “And sometimes, I just like to watch.”
“Don’t we all,” Lambert replied.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Travesty picked it up. “Luck,” she said. “Oh, hey, Nicole. She is? Good. Send her in, and tell her that Sunflower is ready for her. Thanks, Nicole.” Travesty hung up and looked over at the two men. “It’s show time.”
With that, she grabbed her cell phone and hit a quick dial. “Starr? Tell Sunflower she’s on. And tell her to make it good. I’ll be watching.” Not waiting for a response, Travesty snapped shut her cell phone, and turned towards the big tv screen.
Stall turned towards it as well, and watched as Marissa came into the room. She was dressed up as sexy schoolgirl, complete with pleated, plaid skirt, and a white tie top that hugged her breasts in the most pleasing of ways, and left plenty of cleavage and stomach exposed. It wasn’t the first time Stall had found Marissa attractive, but this was down-right naughty. Stall was glad Michael Burke wasn’t here to see it.
“How very Britney Spears,” Lambert opined as Marissa lay down on the bed and started playing with one of her braids.
“That’s the idea,” Travesty commented. “It’s one of our more requested fantasies, the sexy schoolgirl. Lot of guys want to fuck a schoolgirl.”
“What about women?” Stall asked.
“Them, too. In fact, I’ve had more than one woman specifically request schoolgirl outfits for themselves, too. Something about fucking your girlfriend back in high school or something like that.”
“What’s on tap for this scenario?” Stall asked.
“Standard fuck a naughty schoolgirl, I believe,” Travesty said, nodding towards the screen. “Trust me, Sunflower’s done this before.”
“Marissa’s barely old enough to be out of school herself,” Stall muttered. “I’m not surprised.”
“Ah, here’s our celeb,” Travesty said.
Stall turned back towards the screen and saw a lovely brunette woman step into the room, wearing little more than a white bathrobe. She appeared to be in her mid-to-late thirties, and was clearly gorgeous, but Stall didn’t recognize her at all.
“Lauren Graham?” Lambert asked, sounding impressed.
“One of my better customers,” Travesty confirmed, smiling proudly. “And an excellent lay.”
Stall and Lambert exchanged looks before glancing back at her.
“Yes, boys, I’ve fucked Lauren Graham. Either of you got a problem with that?”
“No,” they said together.
“Good. Now, sit back and watch your porn-in-progress. Sunflower’s pretty good at this part.
* * *
It had been an awfully long time since Marissa Call had been dressed up in her tartan skirt and white shirt, tied up just beneath her breasts, awaiting a sexual partner she may or may not have had before. Schoolgirl outfits were popular with men, for the most part. Personally, Marissa had always found cheerleader outfits more arousing, but then, she’d never been a cheerleader – she’d just slept with them. Repeatedly. Often while wearing her schoolgirl outfit. There was some irony there somewhere, but right now, Marissa wasn’t looking for it.
She smiled up at Lauren Graham with that sexy, come-hither look that all whores did so well when they worked for Travesty. Marissa hated to admit it to herself, but she’d actually fallen for that same smile more than once.
“Hello, Sunflower,” Lauren said, her voice calm but stern at the same time. Marissa had fucked Lauren exactly three times before this. The first had been the usual, tentative lesbian encounter, where Marissa had taken the lead and guided Lauren to the heights of orgasm. The second time, Lauren had requested a hot tub session, and Marissa had enjoyed a mutual fuck session in the hot water. The third time had been rough and nasty, with Lauren taking a strap on to Marissa’s pussy with little-to-no-mercy. It wasn’t until after the session that Lauren was upset that Travesty had left town – the two were an item at the time. Guessing by the fact that Lauren was here, whatever argument had snapped the two apart was at least someone resolved.
“Hello, Lauren,” Marissa replied, seductively. “What can I do for you today?”
“You’re a naughty little whore, as I understand it,” Lauren said, undoing the sash around her robe and letting the white fabric part, revealing her naked breasts and crotch. Lauren made no move to drop the robe from her shoulders as the approached Marissa. “That’s why you’re in detention, Sunflower.”
‘Uh-oh,’ Marissa thought. Suddenly, she had a sinking feeling where this little session was going. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Marissa said quickly, bowing her head in submission.
“Get off the bed,” Lauren ordered. Marissa quickly slid off the bed and stood beside it as Lauren sat down on the edge of the bed. The actress motioned Marissa closer. Once in reach, Lauren reached up Marissa’s skirt and felt the white cotton panties covering her crotch.
“Those will have to go,” Lauren said, matter-of-factly. Marissa took the hint and slid her panties off her legs and let them fall to the floor. Lauren nodded. “Show me your ass,” she said next. Marissa quietly turned around and lifted her skirt up to show off her now bare ass. For a long moment, she just stood there, exposed to the other woman, until finally Lauren gently brushed her fingers across Marissa’s ass.
“Drop the skirt and come here,” Lauren ordered next. Marissa walked over to her, already sure what was coming. “Good. Bend over my knees,” Lauren said, holding her knees forward in front of her. Marissa did as she was told, and wasn’t surprised when the next thing Lauren did was lift her skirt to expose her ass again.
“You’ve been very bad, Sunflower,” Lauren whispered, barely loud enough for Marissa to hear. “Travesty wants me to punish you.”
“I understand,” Marissa said, steeling herself as best she could without tensing up.
Without another word, the first slap of Lauren’s hand landed on Marissa’s exposed ass. Even though she knew it was coming, Marissa gasped. That made the next blow land even harder, and again, the whore gasped. Lauren, apparently, knew just how to spank and make it hurt. And she was willing to do so.
Another blow followed, and another, and another. Each on stung, yet made Marissa’s ass tingle. She was suddenly acutely aware that Lauren was still wearing her open robe, but dared not look at the actress’ gorgeous tits during her punishment. She hoped Stall was getting good shots, because this was really starting to hurt.
One particularly nasty blow landed on her ass cheeks and Marissa actually cried out in pain. “Did that hurt?” Lauren asked, her voice suddenly dark and mocking. The hand landed again in the same spot, only harder. Again, Marissa cried out, and that brought her three nasty blows in rapid succession to that same tender spot. She’d have trouble sitting for a while.
“You damn little whore,” Lauren said, grabbing Marissa by the collar of her shirt. The actress yanked hard, throwing Marissa off her knees until the whore fell back onto her rear end. Marissa yelped as her sore ass landed on the floor, but had little time to react, as Lauren was suddenly on top of her, ripping open her schoolgirl shirt and groping Marissa’s breasts. With a ferocity that hadn’t been there earlier, Lauren grabbed the back of Marissa’s head and forced it up off the ground enough to kiss her lips. “Lick me, whore,” Lauren demanded next, shoving Marissa’s head into her crotch next.
At least, Marissa thought, this meant she wouldn’t be spanked for a while.
Right away, Marissa angled her tongue towards Lauren’s engorged clit, which now stood out like a beacon, calling for attention above the sparkly wet juices of her cunt. Spanking another woman clearly turned Lauren Graham on quite a bit. Marissa thrusted her tongue up and over the other woman’s clit as hard and fast as she could, as if that would somehow enact a little revenge for the beating her rear end had taken. But judging from the way it made Lauren groan and squirm, it was having a decidedly more pleasant effect.
“Oh, fuck!” Lauren growled, pushing Marissa’s blonde hair deeper into her crotch. Now Marissa’s nose was pressed directly against Lauren’s clit, and her tongue could only delve into the depths of the actress’ pussy. Marissa did what she could, allowing Lauren to jerk her head up and down roughly, using her nose to stimulate her clit.
All too soon, Lauren came, her climax coming with a shiver and a deep sigh that shook the robe off her shoulders. Marissa kept licking until Lauren finally pulled her head back and looked down at her cum-covered face.
“That was a lovely warm up,” Lauren said. “Now, let’s see what my fingers can do, shall we?”
* * *
“That’s needlessly rough,” Richard Stall muttered as Lauren Graham yanked Marissa’s legs apart and slammed four fingers deep into her snatch.
“Lauren can get a little rough every now and then,” Travesty said.
“So,” Stall said, turning away to look at Lambert. “Is the system working?”
“Like a charm,” Lambert said, his eyes locked on his laptop. “Just as clear as all the others we’ve gotten.”
“Fantastic,” Stall said, turning towards Luck. “And does this meet with your aproval?”
The small woman seemed to consider things for a moment, her eyes locked on the image of Lauren Graham sliding her entire fist into Marissa’s pussy. “For now,” she said.
“It’s an all or nothing agreement,” Stall reminded her.
“Fine, then,” she said, standing up and heading towards the door. “We have a deal, Mr. Stall. Just remember – we’re business partners. That doesn’t mean I like you – or Sunflower.” With that, she exited the office, leaving the two men alone.
“Perish the thought,” Stall muttered as he and Lambert traded worried looks.