Around the World in 80 Babes
Chapter 17: Sex Scene Investigations
May 8th, 2005
The New York Hilton
New York, NY, USA
It was not unusual to find Richard Stall, Michael Burke, and Marissa Call sitting around a TV in the late hours of the night. Nor was it unusual for them to be watching videos they’d made themselves.
As such, this was a considerably less than usual video that they were watching.
In essence, it contained things that most of their videos contained. Stall was in this one, as was a celebrity – Halle Berry in this case. What was unusual about this video
was that the two were not having sex.
“It’s so nice to see meet you, Mr. Stall,” the Halle on the screen said as the two met just outside Halle’s hotel.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Miss Berry,” Stall on the screen said, reaching out his hand to shake her hand. Their fingers touched, and Halle seemed to blink –
When suddenly, one of her bodyguards tugged on her arm. “I’m sorry, Miss Berry,” the hulk black man said, “But you’re late for your next meeting.”
Halle looked up at her bodyguard, blinked once, and everyone watching the video could see her nipples grow hard.
She never even looked back at Stall before she let the bodyguard drag her to her limo.
“Son of a bitch,” Burke muttered. “You’re never going to snag Halle, Boss. Never.”
“Never say never,” Stall said. “Lambert?” Stall asked the thin air.
“Yeah, boss?” Tom Lambert’s voice filtered through the TV. The video/computer expert who’d been helping Stall get the videos of him sleeping with celebrities had a tendency to listen in on meetings like this.
“I need you to improve the chemicals in the watches. Make them faster acting or something.”
“That’s kinda dangerous, Boss,” Lambert replied. “I mean, this isn’t a magical liquid or anything. If I increase the potency, it could have some side effects we don’t see coming?”
“Like what?” Stall asked.
“Well, for starters, the women might not be able to wait before getting it on. You could walk up to Halle Berry on the street like you just did, and watch her try and rip your clothes off right there, she’s so horny.”
“I don’t see that as a problem,” Burke said, smiling.
“You wouldn’t,” Marissa muttered.
“You might not, Mike, but the police would. And with it being a celeb, you’d be all over the papers in a matter of minutes. Before you knew it, no celeb would go anywhere near you, Mr. Stall. And there goes your bet.”
“I see your point,” Stall said, sighing. “I guess I’ll just have to work on my own personal charm.”
“Better get to it, then, Boss,” Burke said, looking at the clock. “You’re going to be late.”
“Late for what?” Marissa asked.
“A little meeting I set up while we were driving through town yesterday,” Stall said. “Ever seen the show ‘CSI: New York’?”
“Nope,” Marissa replied. “I hate cop shows. The hookers never have a heart of gold.”
Burke and Stall exchanged glances at that.
“Well,” Stall went on a heartbeat later, “I have a friend in the production company there, and he agreed to give me a tour of the set – actually offered to fly me out to LA to see the other CSI shows, but I told him I had business in New York and couldn’t leave town any time soon.”
“So, who’s the babe you’re going after on the set?” Marissa asked.
“There are two, actually – Melina Kanakaredes and Vanessa Ferlito. I get a shot at either one, I’m going to take it.”
“I know Melina – I was a big ‘Providence’ fan,” Marissa said. Burke shot her another look, but said nothing. “Who’s this Ferlito chick?”
“Vanessa Ferlito,” Lambert’s voice spoke up. The image on the screen changed, showing Vanessa’s picture for the group. “Other than CSI: New York, she’s appeared in such movies as ‘Spider-Man 2′ and ’25th Hour,’ but might be best known for her work guest starring for half a season on the hit TV show ’24.'”
“And you just happen to have that handy right there?” Marissa asked.
“I’m constantly on the net, my dear,” Lambert replied. “Give me enough time, and I can get you any information you want.”
“Really?” Marissa asked.
“Yep. Why, something you need?”
“Not now, but I’ll keep you in mind,” Marissa said.
“Let’s go, Michael,” Stall said. “We’re going to be late.”
“What’s this we crap?” Burke muttered. “It’s not like they’re going to let me meet up with the babes.”
Stall smiled. “I’ll see what I can do.”
* * *
May 8th, 2005
New York, NY, USA
It took stall exactly thirty-five minutes to get himself into Vanessa Ferlito’s trailer. She had one very tiny scene in the park much later, but because they were shooting a whole mess of scenes at once, she had several hours before she was due to report for her scene.
“You have the most beautiful lips,” Stall said, sitting down next to Vanessa on the small couch in the trailer. There wasn’t even a bed here – just the couch, a desk with a mirror so Vanessa could do her make-up if she wished, and a small refrigerator with water and a few other, stronger drinks in it.
It was one of those stronger drinks that Stall was having now – a small glass of scotch that happily burned it’s way down his throat.
“I do get a lot of compliments on them,” Vanessa said.
Stall wasn’t sure what he was doing. He’d been in her trailer for a good forty minutes now, putting some casual moves on the starlet. He could have – as Lambert constantly reminded him through his earpiece – hit her with the chemical and been doing the horizontal mambo long ago. But for some reason, he wasn’t doing so today.
“They deserve to be complimented,” Stall said. “They must be the most perfect lips I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you pay that much attention to lips,” Vanessa asked.
“Only when they are as beautiful as yours,” Stall countered.
“I bet you’d like to kiss my lips,” Vanessa said, taking another large sip of her wine.
“Absolutely,” Stall said. “In fact, I’d give just about anything to kiss you.”
“Really?” Vanessa said. She was clearly warming up to him now. That was good. He was getting worried he might just have to use Lambert’s chemical.
“Really,” Stall replied.
“Would you take me out to dinner?”
“In a heartbeat,” Stall said. “Dinner, a movie, the opera. You name it.”
“Just for a kiss?” She asked.
“Just for a kiss,” he said.
“I’d ask for nothing more, but I’d happily take more if you were to offer.”
“And if I were not to offer.”
“Then you’d break my heart, but I’d accept it.” He didn’t add that he’d make sure he’d touch her a few moments later with the chemical on his hand.
“What if I kiss you, and you don’t like it?”
“I can’t possibly imagine not enjoying every second of any kiss you would give me.”
“Even if it was a kiss goodbye?”
“If it was a kiss goodbye, I’d savor it even more, for it would be the last one I’d get that day.”
“With no guarantee of another kiss ever?”
“If that’s what you want, but I would hope that you and I would not part that way.”
“You seem quite smitten with me, Mr. Stall.”
“Unless I miss my guess, Miss Ferlito, you seem a bit taken with me, too.”
She smiled and leaned back, away from him. “I have to admit, Mr. Stall, that you have piqued my interest.”
“Then let me take you to dinner,” her persisted. “Let me earn my chance for that kiss.”
She shook her head. “My scene isn’t until late tonight. I won’t be going out to dinner today.”
“Tomorrow,” he insisted. “The day after.”
She smiled at him, puckering her lips just a bit as she did, teasing him that way. “Tomorrow will be fine. Nine o’clock. Pick me up here, and dress nicely.”
“Shall I make the reservations?” he asked, standing up.
“Yes. Surprise me with something nice. And I promise you, you will get at least a kiss goodnight.”
“I’ll be here at Nine,” he promised. “Can I have a kiss goodbye now?”
“Absolutely not,” she said, shooing him away. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you tomorrow.”
“Like that could happen,” Stall said, swinging out of her trailer and walking away with a big smile on his face.
* * *
May 8th, 2005
Streets of New York City
New York, NY, USA
Halfway across town, Marissa Call was enjoying a rare day off from her efforts with Richard Stall’s quest to hunt down and tape famous women having sex. As soon as Burke and Stall had left, she’d thrown on some low-cut jeans, a rather modest (for her) t-shirt, and gone for a walk. She’d been in NYC before, but to say she knew her way around would be to greatly overstate the fact. Instead, she tended to stick towards more famous areas, just enjoying being a tourist.
She’d done Times Square, and Broadway, and actually hung out with some of the kids outside the MTV building, hoping to get on Total Request Live – a show Marissa hadn’t realized was still on the air. She’d thought about trying to get inside the MTV offices, maybe scoring a hot rocker – except there weren’t many of those left these days – but instead decided to try and go the whole day without worrying about Stall’s crazy little crusade.
She made it all off three or four blocks before that all came crashing down on her.
Marissa was passing a rather small bookstore when she spotted a book she’d always wanted to read. Poking her head inside, she’d gone over towards the book, when she bumped into what she assumed was a little boy with cancer.
“Oh, excuse me,” the boy said with a decidedly adult, female voice.
“I’m sorry,” Marissa said, turning towards the woman – and it was clearly a woman now. She had a woman’s lips, though they were unadorned with lipstick or any such pleasantries. She’d clearly just recently shaved her head, for little more than peach fuzz remained on her head. That, combined with the loose Harvard T-shirt she wore had been what lead Marissa to think she was a boy receiving chemotherapy.
Marissa took a long moment to look at the woman’s face, trying to place it. She seemed familiar.
“I’m sorry,” Marissa said again. “But do I know you?”
The woman smiled at her. “I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure, you seem familiar to me.”
“I went to school out in Long Island, maybe we knew each other there.”
“I’ve never been to Long Island,” Marissa said. “But I swear you’re familiar to me.” Suddenly, a horrible thought hit Marissa. “I’m sorry, but can I ask what happened to your hair.”
“Had to shave it off,” the woman said, frowning slightly.
And it was that frown that set off bells in Marissa’s head. It seemed very familiar to you.
“Can I ask what your name is?” Marissa said.
The woman looked at her, then glanced over her shoulder. “Natalie,” she said finally
“Do you have a last name, Natalie who-shaved-her-head?”
“Well, it’s certainly not ‘who-shaved-her-head,'” Natalie replied. She seemed to slump a bit. “You aren’t going to give up, are you.”
“You’ve got me a little too curious,” Marissa admitted.
“My name’s Natalie Portman.”
Marissa felt her eyes go wide. “The Star Wars chick?”
Natalie pouted. “Yeah,” she said, frowning. “Please don’t make a scene.”
“What happened to your hair!” Marissa said. “It was so beautiful.”
“I shaved it off for a movie roll. Trust me, I’m growing it back as fast as I can.”
Marissa silently cursed herself for even asking. Of course it was for a role. Natalie was an actress, and a damn good one at that.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I didn’t recognize you without the hair, and then, well, you look quite a bit different.”
“No problem, just please don’t tell anyone else,” Natalie said quietly.
“You have my word,” Marissa said. “So, what are you doing here?”
“Looking for a good book. I’ve still got two months before the next ‘Harry Potter’ book hits, and I was looking for something considerably different to read.”
“You read ‘Harry Potter’,” Marissa asked.
“Picked it up in College,” Natalie said, pointing towards her Harvard shirt. “Love ’em.”
“That’s right, I forgot you actually went to college.”
“I know, I don’t look much like a college grad right now, do I?” Natalie giggled. Marissa found her laugh charming, for some reason.
“Not exactly,” Marissa admitted.
“What are you in here for?” Natalie asked.
“Also looking for a book,” Marissa admitted.
“Oh, what one?” Natalie asked.
Before the afternoon was over, Marissa had agreed to meet Natalie the next day for coffee and to discuss the book they had bought together. Now, all Marissa had to worry about was how she was going to explain to Stall that she had a date with a celebrity, but wasn’t looking to have sex with her.
* * *
May 8th, 2005
New York, NY, USA
If Stall had been looking to slowly seduce Vanessa Ferlito, by the time he actually got to meet Melina Kanakaredes, he was desperate for a fuck. Vanessa was intoxicating in her sensuality, and just that brief encounter with her had been more than enough to drive Stall wild.
But he wanted to prove to himself that he could seduce a woman without the help of the chemical – something he hadn’t done in a long time. But he’d left Vanessa’s trailer to find himself horny, and darkness rapidly approaching. He needed to get one babe or another tonight, and Melina was just getting done her scene when he came across her.
He hit the button on his watch, and the introduced himself. And by the time he’d walked her back to her trailer, she was ready to do anything to get into his pants.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Melina said as Stall kissed her. They were just barely in the door to her trailer – so much like Vanessa’s trailer across the way, it wasn’t even funny. “I mean, I’ve been horny before, but never-”
“Hush,” Stall said, kissing her nose. “Now’s not the time.”
“I’m married,” Melina blurted out.
“Does that matter?” Stall asked a he started undoing the buttons on her suit jacket.
Melina swooned for a long moment, then sighed when he touched her neck with his lips.
“No, it doesn’t matter. Just, please, have sex with me.”
Stall continued to kiss her neck as he pulled her suit coat off her shoulders. She let it fall to the floor, and for a long moment, she seemed to just want Stall to hold her. But he had needs of his own, and wasn’t going to be ignored. He pulled back and turned his fingers towards the pink blouse she was wearing over the long business skirt. As he fiddled with the buttons on the shirt, she reached down and in one simple move, unzipped the skirt, and let it flow to the floor.
“Now we’re talking, boss,” Lambert’s voice cut into his ears. “Damn, those are some nice legs. And black lace panties! Whoa! This girl wanted some today even before she met you.”
Stall repressed the urge to tell him to shut up. He did his best to tune him out as he instead managed to get the last button on the blouse. Stepping back, he let Melina be the one to take it off, exposing the small lacy black bra holding her impressive breasts in.
“Beautiful,” Stall whispered, meaning it. Melina had a dancer’s body, lithe and thin, but with the right amount of curves. Her long, curl brown hair framed her face perfectly over her pale skin. Looking at her in just her bra and panties, Stall could find no fault in what he saw.
“Thank you,” Melina said. “It’s been a long time since even my husband told me that.”
“He’s an idiot,” Stall said, undoing his tie and kicking off his shoes.
“He is,” Melina said, undoing the back of her bra. Stall stopped and watched her drop it to the floor.
She had perfect breasts. Not too big, not too small. More than enough for any man, and not a hint of sag to them. Had they been larger, he would have assumed them to be fake, but these were real, and they were spectacular.
He had to taste them.
Stall pulled her to him, and kissed her lips hard. They swung around in their kiss, before collapsing onto the couch, Melina underneath Stall, her eyes shut, a pleased expression on her face. Stall wasted no time, and moved down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
Melina moaned in delight, grabbing Stall’s head and holding it to her breast. He continued to feast on it, sucking and nibbling, licking and kissing it for several minutes before she pulled him off it and pressed it to her other breast, where he continued there.
“Oh, god, don’t stop,” Melia moaned as Stall pressed his advantage, slipping a hand down to her panty-covered crotch. Her pressed his fingers against her swollen clit, moving around it, enticing it, driving it – and her – wild.
“Get your clothes off,” she whispered in his ear. Smiling, Stall got off her and quickly disrobed, making sure to place his watch – and the camera hidden in it – across the room on the desk facing the couch they’d be fucking on.
As Stall got naked, Melina watched him, a hunger in her eyes. When his cock came into view, she smiled.
“Come back here,” she said as his boxers hit the floor. He came over, and she reached up, taking his dick in her hands. “Oh, this is fantastic! It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks,” Stall said. Melina started stroking it slowly with her hands, slowly rubbing up and down. Stall moaned slightly as she silently jerked his member, as if trying to churn butter with it. She seemed momentarily hypnotized by his manhood, unable to look or think about anything else.
“That feels good,” Stall said after a minute or two of her just slowly stroking his cock. She blinked and looked up at his face, a sad smile on her face.
“I want this,” she said quietly. “I really do. But I haven’t been with anyone but my husband for years now.”
“I’ll be gentle,” Stall said.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Be nasty. Fuck me hard. My husband is gentle. I don’t want to make love to you, I want to fuck.”
“Then get those panties off and lie back down, because I’m going to give you the fuck of your life,” Stall said.
Melina smiled, slipped her thong off her legs, and laid back on the couch, spreading her legs.
And Stall leaned right in, placing his cock and the entrance to her pussy, and pushed his way in. She moaned as he sank into her wet snatch, but didn’t protest. She was tight – tighter than he expected – but he wasn’t going to complain. She felt wonderful, and as he started to build speed, he was treated to the view of her breasts bouncing up and down in front of his face.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me! Fuck me good!” Melina moaned as Stall drove deeper and deeper into her, pounding away as fast as he could. He knew he couldn’t last long – not with the stroking she’d given him earlier, nor with his frustrations with Vanessa that afternoon. But he was going to enjoy himself at that moment
Melina wasn’t going to last long, either. She was really getting into her little fucking. She wrapped her legs around his ass, using them to pull him closer, and she grabbed her own breasts, gripping them like a madwoman as Stall drove her closer and closer to climax.
“Don’t’ stop! Don’t Stop!” She moaned, her eyes screwed shut like vices.
Stall kept pounding, struggling to keep himself from climaxing – he wanted Melina to cum first.
With one hand, he reached over and gently flicked her engorged clit, and that proved to be the end of it. Melina came hard, gasping for breath and arching her back. Her hands fell away from her boobs, and her legs locked, squeezing him deeper into her crotch as she milked his cock for all it was worth.
Stall lasted no longer – Melina’s orgasm sent him reeling, as he shot his load deep inside her. He lost feeling in his legs for a second, and actually collapsed on top of her, and the two went rolling off the couch, hitting the floor gasping for breath.
“That was amazing,” Melina said several minutes later, when they had both caught their breath. “It’s never felt so good before.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Stall said as he slowly withdrew from Melina’s pussy.
Suddenly, the actress looked worried. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Never,” Stall said. He was, after all, telling the truth – the videotape would do all the talking for him. In his ear, Stall could hear Lambert giggling.
“I don’t know what came over me,” Melina said. She looked down, as if suddenly realizing she was naked. “Please, you have to leave. My husband will be by soon.”
“Of course,” Stall said. Five minutes and a quick kiss goodbye, and Stall was out the door, heading for his Limo.
And while Melina Kanakaredes would never tell anyone what she saw, the young woman who just happened to spot Stall leaving almost certainly would.