The next few minutes were a blur as Angelina guided Jessica and I away from the ballroom ceremony and towards the hotel section of the Beverly Hilton. When my supervisor approached us she remained in control.
"Hello Miss Jolie, Miss Chastain," he nodded to them before continuing, "If you don't mind, I need to-"
"I was just..." I started to speak before feeling a hard pinch on the back of my bicep from Angelina.
"Giving us a tour," she finished my sentence for me, "We are having a wonderful evening." Her face lit up with a smile.
"I..." my boss continued, glancing back and forth between Angelina and Jessica, likely noticing her smeared makeup. Angelina took a sudden step forward and leaned in uncomfortably close to him. Her smile vanished.
"Is my evening going to continue to be wonderful?" her gaze pierced his eyes and sunk into his brain, "Or will I need to have a word with your boss?"
"N-no problem at all, Miss Jolie," he stammered out, shifting his weight onto his heels.
"Good," she produced a $100 bill as if by magic and stuffed it into his suit pocket, "good."
He got the memo and scurried off with his tail between his legs, and when he was out of sight we rounded the corner to the hotel elevators.
We bypassed the main elevators as Angelina led us to one that took us to the suites on the higher levels. After the doors closed, she started methodically removing her jewelry and placing it into her purse.
"You will do as you are commanded," she stated authoritatively, "or you will be punished," she finished with a soft smile.
"Yes mistress," Jessica replied immediately, her gaze fixed on the floor as we rose to the highest level.
"Yes mistress," I parroted, making eye contact with Angelina as she removed her second earring.
She stepped to me immediately and held level eye contact, her heels brought her up to my height.
"Take off your dress." Angelina commanded, without breaking our staring contest. The elevator dinged as we reached our floor.
"Wha-" Jessica stopped herself mid word, but sat frozen for a moment.
I reached past Angelina to hold the door open, and she extended her hand out to Jessica, not bothering to repeat herself.
I heard a zipper come undone, and a moment later Jessica's purse and dress were handed to Angelina.
I forced my eyes to stay still, I found myself eager to please Angelina.
"The last door on the right, walk slowly." she again commanded, and I heard the click of high heels on the floor as Jessica entered the hallway.
"Good boy," she purred a whisper to me as Jessica walked away.
She looped her free arm into mine and led me into the hallway, following Jessica.
We walked unbearably slow, trailing behind as Jessica obeyed Angelina. She swayed side to side slightly, putting on a show for us as we admired her from behind.
"Don't you think her ass looks incredible?" Angelina questioned loudly as we passed the halfway point.
"Yes mistress," I replied, I thought about continuing but she cut me off.
"Do you desire it?" Her commanding tone was having a massive effect on me, and clearly Jessica as well, as she turned her head to peer at us for a moment as she continued slowly forward.
"Yes mistress, very much," I answered as we neared the end of the hallway.
Jessica reached the suite and stood next to the door, peering at us as we closed the gap.
"Stay," she commanded simply, "follow me, boy."
Jessica had already been stepping forward, she stopped in her tracks and nervously shifted her weight, waiting for clarification.
"Strip," she instructed me further, before throwing her purse onto the couch and lazily gliding into her bedroom.
I didn't have to be told twice, I took a minute to fully disrobe and place it in a neat pile as Jessica watched me, holding the suite door open.
Angelina emerged again, this time wearing a plush robe instead of her awards gown. She knelt next to a bag in the hallway and took out a camera and a tripod.
She set it up just inside the suite door, jamming it open with a tripod leg. The camera faced outward, centered on a reddening Miss Chastain. Again, she looked beautiful with her fiery hair framing her angular face. Her continued embarrassment was visible all the way down her chest as she patiently waited.
"Put on a show for us," Angelina instructed while dragging a chair over to where I remained standing in the entryway, "or I'll send you back down the elevator just as you are."
On shaky legs, Jessica backed up into the opposing wall, bit her lip, and glanced down the hotel hallway.
I looked down as Angelina settled into the chair in front of me, but her eyes gleamed with anger as she met mine.
"It would be rude to look away from a show being put on just for you, wouldn't it." she asked without a question mark.
I looked back up just as Jessica slid her middle and ring fingers into her pussy up to the second knuckle, her legs splayed open as she leaned against the wall.
Her mouth opened idly as she slowly fingered herself. I shifted my weight and my cock bobbed out in front of me. It caught Angelina's eye and I noticed a small smile grow on her face from the corner of my vision.
I kept my eyes trained on Jessica, trying my best to keep up with the game. Her eyes grew hazy as her fingers slid in and out, agonizingly slowly.
"Are you enjoying the show?" Angelina asked, her face suddenly turned towards me.
"Ye-" I started, before being cut off.
"I think he's getting bored, I'm going to need you to spice it up," she instructed Jessica.
