Around The World In 80 Babes – Chapter 18: Romance In New York

Around the World in 80 Babes

by: TRL

Chapter 18: Romance in New York

May 9th, 2005

The New York Hilton

New York, NY, USA

“Let me get this straight,” Richard Stall said, his voice surprisingly angry. “You had the chance to get a video of Natalie Portman, and you didn’t take it?”

Marissa Call glared back at him. “For the hundredth time, I DIDN’T have a chance to make a move on Natalie Portman! I didn’t have my cameras with me!”

“But you’ll bring them with you when you see her later, correct?” Stall said, his voice a touch on the demanding side.

“And
what if I don’t?” Marissa shot back.

“Why the hell wouldn’t you?!” Stall demanded.

“I didn’t set this little meeting up so you could add her to your collection, Stall!” Marissa said. “Hell, when I met her yesterday, I didn’t even recognize her!”

“But you did in the end,” Stall said. “You could have brought her back here and fucked her in the hotel room. We would’ve had one of the best videos ever!”

“Well, I didn’t,” Marissa said. “Besides, aren’t you the one who passed up Vanessa Ferlito for a day.”

“That’s different,” Stall said.

“How?” Marissa asked.

“I’m getting her tonight,” Stall said. “I guarantee it.”

“So, what?” Marissa said. “There’s your video for the day. Besides, it’s not like theirs a limited number of famous pussy around here.”

“But there is a limited number of days in the year, Miss Call,” Stall said forcefully. “We’re already into May, and we only have Twenty-Seven women out of the Eighty we need. We’ve got at least three more continents to visit, and less than Eight months to do that in.”

“We seem to be doing all right,” Marissa said.

“Do you understand what’s at stake here? How much money I stand to lose?”

“Ask me if I care,” Marissa said, turning her back on him.

Stall sighed. “You WILL bring the cameras with you when you see her this afternoon,” Stall said. “You will bring the cameras, you will bring the chemical watch, and you WILL seduce her.”

“Why the hell should I?” Marissa said, turning back towards Stall. “I’d would be nice if I didn’t have to sleep with everyone I meet.”

“You’re a WHORE!” Stall yelled. “It’s what you do!”

Marissa slapped him with such force, he actually stumbled back a couple of steps.

“Don’t you EVER call me that!” Marissa said. “EVER! I’m not a whore, Richard Stall! I’m not YOUR whore, I’m not HIS whore, and I won’t EVER BE A WHORE!” With that, she grabbed her purse, and stormed out of the hotel room.

Stall stared blankly after her.

“Well,” Michael Burke muttered from where he sat on the couch. “That went well.”

“Why do I get the feeling I just missed something,” Stall asked, rubbing his jaw slightly.

“You all right?”

“Yeah, nothing hurt but my pride. Care to see how she’s doing?” Stall asked. “She actually seems to like you, Michael.”

Burke shrugged. “I’ll try. No promises.”

“Don’t worry about me getting to my date,” Stall said. “I’ll take a cab if I have to.”

“If I’m not back in time for your date,” Burke said, standing up, “then we’ve got bigger problems than who’s going to have to drive you. Did you ever stop and consider what might happen if she spilled the beans on this little operation?”

“Who’d believe her?” Stall asked.

“Anyone who took the time to look at her watch and her pendant and her earrings.”

Stall blinked. “Was she wearing them?”

“The earrings. I don’t know about the watch or the pendant – she was surprisingly covered up for once.”

“Find her, Michael. Please.”

“No problem,” Burke said, leaving the office.

* * *

May 9th, 2005

Streets of New York City

New York, NY, USA

Raven was on watch duty, looking after the hotel Stall and crew were staying. She was currently disguised as a pedestrian who kept walking by the front of the building every fifteen or twenty minutes. Normally, this would be a horrendous amount of time when the front door wasn’t watched, but Crow had hidden a web-camera across the street, and he was keeping a loose eye on the video screen from where he sat in his car not three blocks away. The plan was that if Stall left by car, Crow would follow him. If he left by foot, Raven would follow him.

The problem was, of course, that they had no idea when he’d leave, or where he’d go. Increasingly, it was getting harder and harder to keep up with the man. Raven had barely found him the night before, slipping out of Melina Kanakaredes’ trailer on the set of CSI: New York the other night. Apparently, Stall had been a busy man there, too.

Raven had attempted to make a move on Stall, but had quickly lost him when he’d ducked out of site to avoid being spotted by the show’s security people. He’d moved quickly, and by the time Raven caught up with him, he’d been driving away in his limo.

Raven had been all but frothing at the mouth over how Stall had been slipping away from her the last couple of days, but Crow had suggested caution, and she’d grudgingly accepted. Of course, he’d also suggested just blowing up the entire hotel to get him. Raven kept ruling that out, but the longer this took, the more she considered it.

She came around the corner towards the front of the hotel and instantly became alert. There, slipping out the front door with a bit of a scowl on her face, was Marissa Call, the call girl Stall had been keeping with him – why he needed a call girl when he was getting more than enough celebrity pussy was beyond Raven.

“Crow?” Raven said, speaking into her headset.

“I see her. You going to follow?”

“This girl’s got to be more than just a call girl – Stall doesn’t need her. I’m going to see where she’s going.”

“I’ll keep an eye on the building incase Stall moves out.”

“Right,” Raven said.

Suddenly, Michael Burke, Stall’s driver, came out and ran after Call.

“Raven?” Crow’s voice came back. “You think Stall’s heading out?”

“Not without his driver,” Raven said, moving to follow Stall’s two employees. “I’ll keep an eye on them both. You keep looking for Stall.”

“Right.”

With that, Raven headed out along the streets of NYC.

* * *

“I don’t want to talk right now, Michael,” Marissa said as Burke caught up with her.

“Hey, don’t be mad at me just for what the boss said,” Burke said.

Marissa sighed and slowed down some. “I’m sorry, Mike. I don’t know what came over me.”

“He called you a whore,” Burke said. “I’d say that’s a pretty good reason to get upset.”

“I hate being called a whore,” she said. “I mean, I’ve sold my body plenty of times – mostly to men I really didn’t want to sleep with. I’ve done stuff I never wanted to do. But I don’t like being called a whore.”

“You’re better than that,” Burke offered.

“No,” Marissa whispered. “No, I’m not, Michael. I sell my body for money. I let men and women fuck me for cash. What I do for Stall, no different than what I was doing in France when you found me – only now, Stall pays me to fuck other women instead of just fucking him.”

Burke didn’t know what to say, so he remained quiet as they continued to walk on down the street.

“I don’t want to be a whore, Michael. I don’t.”

“I know,” he said, calmly.

“What can I do?”

Burke thought for a long moment. “You could stay here after we leave. You came from the States, right? You must have enough money to get back to wherever you came from. Why not go home again?”

Marissa seemed to think that over for a long moment. “I can’t go home again – home isn’t there any more. But I could stay here in the states. Maybe go to school. Maybe make my way to Hollywood. I could try my hand at acting.”

“You could,” Burke said. “I know you look good on camera,” he said with a smile.

She smiled back at him. “Thank you, Michael. For everything.” With that, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled back at her. “No problem, Marissa.”

Suddenly, she checked her watch. “I gotta run, I’m going to be late for my meeting with Natalie Portman.”

“Stall will want to know if you’re going to let him tape it.”

“I don’t even know if we’re going to have sex,” Marissa growled. Then she sighed. “Tell him that if I think I’m going to end up in Natalie’s bed, I’ll tape it for him.”

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that,” Burke said.

He turned to head back towards the hotel. “Michael?” Marissa called after him.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For everything.”

He smiled, turned, passed a woman talking on one of those headset phones, and was gone.

Turning around, Marissa started to walk faster, hoping to make her connection with Natalie Portman in time.

* * *

Raven watched Burke walk right past her, pretending for all the world that she was just talking on her phone. She waited until Call turned back and quickly walked away before she contacted Crow.

“They’ve split up,” she told him. “Burke seems to be heading back towards the hotel.”

“Yeah, camera just picked him up. He’s heading right back inside.”

“I’m going to continue to tail Call. Let me know if anything goes on.”

“Will do.”

* * *

May 9th, 2005

Del Toro’s Pizza

New York, NY, USA

Natalie Portman was wearing a tight-fitting green t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants when Marissa caught up with her. For a long moment, Marissa looked at her, realizing that, indeed, if she got the chance, she would very much like to sleep with Natalie. But Natalie had a reputation for being such a good girl, somehow Marissa didn’t think she’d ever go for another woman, let alone someone like Marissa.

Natalie greeted her warmly, and they quickly ordered a large veggie pizza. Marissa wasn’t exactly big on veggie pizza, but Natalie was a vegetarian, and that left most of Marissa’s prefered toppings off the list. As soon as the waitress had dropped off their drinks, the two women started talking. Their conversation started out well enough, with the books they’d been looking at and their general opinion of the city of New York. Eventually it turned to school, before finally settling on boys and sex in general.

“So, do you have a boyfriend at the moment?” Natalie asked casually as she sipped her ice tea.

“Not really,” Marissa said. “There’s a guy who I work with I’m kinda fond off, but lately most of my relationships have been with women.”

“Really?” Natalie asked, surprised. “So you’re bisexual.”

“Yeah, though I don’t really advertize the fact,” Marissa said, trying hard not to mention that she was getting paid to sleep with those women – or that she’d get paid to sleep with Natalie if she got the chance.

“That’s so cool,” Natalie said. “I knew several bisexual women in college. You’re about the same age they were. College was such a crazy time.”

“What about you?” Marissa asked, trying to sound casual. “Ever been with another woman?”

Natalie looked around, and lowered her voice. “Can you keep a secret?”

Marissa thought about how many secrets she was keeping at the moment. “Oh yeah,” she said.

“I actually dated a woman in college,” Natalie said. “For almost a year, I thought I was a lesbian.”
“Ohmygod,” Marissa said, keeping her voice low. “What happened?”

“We broke up,” Natalie said. “Aside from a little fooling around my senior year, I haven’t been with a woman since.”

Marissa tried not to smile – it was easier than she thought it would be. All she had to do to keep herself from grinning at Natalie’s admission was to think about how Stall wanted to use her, Marissa, against Natalie.

* * *

Across the room, Raven watched as the Call woman got closer and closer to the bald headed woman she’d come to meet. From the looks of things, the two were, at least, becoming fast friends. Quite frankly, seeing as how the other woman had shaved her head, she most likely would enjoy being more than friends with Call.

“Raven?” Crow’s voice cut in.

She coughed twice, letting him know she couldn’t exactly talk at the moment.

“Just wanted to let you know Stall and Burke have left the hotel. Get this – they appear to be heading back to that CSI set.”

Raven frowned. It wasn’t like Stall to see a woman twice. Could that Melina Kanakaredes have been THAT good in bed?

“I’m following them in the rental car, but you should probably get over here, unless that Call girl is giving you something good. Get in touch as soon as you can.” With that, he signed off.

Raven frowned again. Call and the bald woman were still talking up a storm, their pizza long gone. They’d either go their separate ways soon, or end up leaving together. She could keep following Call, or she could go help Crow hunt down Stall.

Sighing, Raven got up, paid her tab, and left the pizza place. Stall was the primary target. No one was paying her to watch a 19-year-old whore get fucked by a bald lesbian. She needed to get moving.

* * *

May 9th, 2005

Righatti’s Restaurant

New York, NY, USA

Richard Stall was smiling as he lead Vanessa Ferlito out of the restaurant and hailed Burke and the limo. So far, the night had gone quite well. Vanessa had hung on his every word, listened to his tales of life in England, of doing business around the world, and life in general. She laughed at all his jokes, smiled back at him every time she looked up, and touched his arm several times during the expensive dinner.

And now, they were on their way back to her place, where Stall hoped he would get invited in.

Burke was silent as he drove them through the streets of New York, leave Stall to whisper sweet nothings into Vanessa’s ears. She cooed in response, leaving her hand on his arm or leg most of the ride.

It took surprisingly little time for the limo to arrive at Vanessa’s apartment building. Burke rushed over to open the door, and soon enough, Stall was standing on the doorstep, waiting to see what his next move would be.

“So,” he asked with a smile, “Do I get my kiss goodnight now, or are you going to invite me in?”

“Who said you were going to get a kiss goodnight,” Vanessa said, smiling at him.

“You promised. And, quite frankly, I think I earned the right to come in for coffee at least.”

She sighed. “Well, I did promise you a goodnight kiss, but I’m afraid that will be all you get, Mr. Stall. I appreciate the night out, but there’s someone else.”

“Ah,” Stall said, suddenly feeling rather deflated. So that was it. Despite his best efforts to woo Vanessa on his own, she was steadfastly going to keep her legs closed to him without the chemical.

He made a quick show of checking the time, allowing his watch to coat his hand with the aphrodisiac, and then opened his arms wide. “It is late, so I guess I’ll collect my kiss now then, and let you get going.”

Vanessa, bless her heart, came in and hugged him, letting him place his chemical-covered hand on her bare shoulder before she kissed him gently on the cheek.

“That’s it?” Stall said as she pulled away. “Just a peck on the cheek?”

Vanessa seemed to weigh his words carefully. Clearly, she was just starting to feel the effect of Lambert’s chemical – her nipples were erect and poking through the fabric of her top.

“I think I’ve earned a better kiss than that,” Stall said, pushing his cause.

“All right,” Vanessa whispered. She leaned in, and Stall scooped her into his arms. He pressed his lips to her luscious ones and kissed her hard. And it was instantly clear that Vanessa loved it. She melted into his arms, shaking slightly as they kissed, forcing Stall to help keep her standing. He could feel the heat of her body through his shirt, and she clung to him with desperate need.

When he finally broke the kiss, Vanessa was breathless, practically swooning on her feet.

“Now that was a kiss,” Stall said, hoping like all hell Lambert was recording.

“Come inside,” Vanessa whispered to him as she tugged him to her by his coat. “Come inside and come inside me!”

“Are you sure?” Stall asked.

“YES,” she hissed, kissing him again.

And just like that, the chemical had gotten Stall into another pair of celebrity panties.

Five minutes later, Stall was naked on Vanessa Ferlito’s bed, those wonderfully full lips of hers wrapped around his cock, sucking him off for all she was worth. Vanessa was an expert cock-sucker – and with those lips, it was hard to imagine her NOT giving wonderful head. She gripped Stall’s balls as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, coating him with her saliva and making him moan in delight as she gently squeezed and tugged on his balls. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft as she sucked it into her mouth, and her hand jacked it as she pulled off it. Stall fought to keep from climaxing too soon, but lost that fight when she pulled her mouth off his cock and whispered “Coat my face” to him.

He did exactly that three seconds later, shooting his load all over her face and chest.

As he calmed down from his orgasm, Stall thought things were over. But Vanessa shoved him back onto the bed, whipping her face with a towel and jumped on top of him. THIS was different. Stall didn’t think they had a video of a celeb riding him. But he put up no fight as Vanessa slid her pussy on top of Stall’s dick and quickly started bobbing up and down on top of him.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me HARD!”

Stall tried to comply, thrusting upward as she came sliding down. Her ample tits bounced in front of his face, and he grabbed a hold of one in each hand. She quickly wrapped her own hands over his, pressing them harder to her chest, increasing her own arousal.

Vanessa bounced up and down on Stall for several long minutes, gasping and crying out every time his cock hit certain spots inside of her snatch. She grew more aggressive, grinding herself down atop him, practically squeezing his body between her legs as she humped him for all she was worth. Stall idly wondered what kind of shorts Lambert was getting, but gave up caring pretty quick when he felt his second orgasm of the night building.

“I’m going to cum,” he croaked through his dry throat. Vanessa seemed to ignore him as she continued to use him to pleasure herself. Stall fought to keep from coming, but lost his fight pretty quick when Vanessa started to moan.

He shot his second load deep into Vanessa Ferlito’s snatch, her quick and eager humping milking every single drop out of him. He groaned as he came, his hands dropping to his side and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He didn’t even notice when Vanessa coated his cock with her own juices, as he was half out of it when she came, mere heartbeats after he did.

* * *

Outside Vanessa Ferlito’s apartment, across the street on the roof of a very similar apartment building, Raven and Crow were watching the couple fuck through infrared goggles.

“That man is insatiable,” Raven commented as she watched Stall roll Vanessa onto her back and started fucking her missionary position.

“Too bad I don’t have one of my high caliber sniper rifled with me – I might manage a shot through those bricks,” Crow muttered.

“Eh, you couldn’t guarantee yourself a killing shot. The bricks might even throw off your aim and make you miss him all together.”

“Still, be nice to take a shot of some kind on him,” Crow muttered. “This assignment is taking far too long.”

“We could try and take him as he leaves,” Raven said.

“We could go in and kill him now,” Crow shot back. “I’m sick of waiting, and his bodyguard’s still down in the limo.”

Raven looked through her infrared and sighed. “Looks like he’s getting dressed. That usually means he’s on his way out. You want to make a run on him as he leaves.”

Crow sighed. “No, we’d never get down there in time to guarantee not having to tangle with his driver.”

“All right,” Raven said. “But what about hitting his hotel room?”

“What, with a missile?” Crow asked.

“No, more covert. We sneak into the hotel, work around past their security, and try and catch Stall and his bodyguard napping. Pop some caps, and go collect out fee.”

“I like the sound of that. When do you want to move?”

“Tomorrow,” Raven said. “Get ourselves into the hotel as carefully as we can, deal with their security, and then take care of Stall once and for all.”

“We might need some help getting past their security,” Crow pointed out.

“Then we get the help. You’re right. This has gone on far too long. It’s time for Richard Stall to die.”

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