Hollywood After Dar

Almost a year later, and it's done. I won't even make any excuses or reasons for the delay. Just please go back and reacquaint yourself with the previous chapters before reading this final one. It is only fair to me, and to the work itself. I don't know if it will live up to the expectations one would expect from such a long delay, but I am happy to report that after all of the time this took, the story finished the way I expected it to, when I came up with the end at the start of the story itself. Please enjoy and I hope to publish something more in the future.

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This work is complete fiction, all made up in my head. Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.

This is Part 10, and the final chapter of an ongoing series.

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This is our last dance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves under pressure

Under pressure pressure

- Queen

RACHAEL'S STORY:

Don't get me wrong, I was glad Alex was safe and ok. I really was. But the fact that he brought three other people into this, regardless of what their involvement was, worried me a bit. I mean, the more cooks in the kitchen, the harder it is to get anything made, ya know?

Still, if he trusted them and said they were genuine, then that's all I had to go on. Besides, Petty seemed to be in pretty bad shape and I knew I wouldn't be able to help her just by myself.

After Alex walked out of the house, Petty seemed to collapse. I don't know if she had been putting on a brave front or was just completely broken at that point, but if we hadn't been sitting there to catch her she would have easily have fallen on the hard concrete floor.

I caught her limp body with my arms, almost stumbling back on my feet as Natalie caught the rest of her, Petty's head resting against Natalie's breasts. We looked at each other for a moment, my eyes studying hers to see what her angle was in this whole thing. "You don't trust us at all, do you Rachael?" Natalie said quietly.

I glanced away, not really knowing how to respond. Trust wasn't the issue here - I had no stability myself, let alone knew what to tell others to do, so how could I even begin to think about trusting someone else?

Petty's body was heavier than you would have thought, and it took a lot of effort by both Natalie and myself (Kirsten was just watching) to carry her into the other room of this place and lay her down. Natalie took off her jacket and laid it across Petty's frame, covering up what she could, though the scandalous nature of her clothing wasn't easily hid.

We both rose from the room and walked back out to where Kirsten had been, but we found her nowhere nearby. Heading outside, we came across her, sitting on the curb outside the building. The dark night hid her natural beauty, but the streetlight across the street still managed to frame her blonde hair in a sort of luminescent glow. Natalie and I joined her on the curb.

The three of us sat in silence for a few minutes, Kirsten rubbing her shoe in the dirty drain in front of us as the temperature outside remained a warm but dry 75 degrees or so. Natalie, who seemed to be the most tired of the three of us, laid her head on Kirsten's shoulder as Kirsten stroked her hair. I watched them do this but Kirsten happened to catch my eye, and I quickly looked away.

"You still don't know what to make of this whole thing, do you Rachael?" Kirsten said, her voice hard to read, especially its intentions.

"Only the complexity of it all. Everything else seems pretty decided, especially the two of you," I replied, not making eye contact with her.

"I wish things were that simple. I wish we could just come out, confess our love and let the world embrace it," Kirsten said. "But it doesn't work like that. I just hate how the world thinks a penis has to be involved for true love to exist,"

"So why don't you just do it? If it's as real as you say then the doubters will go away eventually, right?" I said.

Natalie had been quiet through this whole conversation, and now I saw why - a solitary tear ran down her soft cheek, her doeish eyes sparkling with emotion.

"Have you ever been with a woman Rachael?" Kisten asked.

"What?"

"You heard me. Have you ever felt the touch of another girls lips, of another woman's breasts pressing against your own? Have you ever orgasmed without the need of anything but the soft and delicate hand of someone of the opposite sex?"

I didn't have a chance to respond before Kirsten continued.

"No, you haven't. So you can't understand. Only those of us who have been through this can. Only those of us who know that feeling can understand why the world isn't ready for us. Why if we were to share our love, the world would pervert it and pick it apart. We'd become the subject of lewd male fantasies and the gossip queens of every other ignorant woman like yourself,"

"Kiki, please..." Natalie said softly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she sniffled.

"No Nat, its true. I'm not saying Rachael is the devil, but she's just like everyone else. She doesn't see the way that the world is and how it would handle people like us. You want to know why I got involved in all this Rachael? Why I was willing to take a risk with people like Willits and Alex and all of them?"

"Why?"

"Because they control the power and the perception. It's men like them that rule the world, and if you get into their good graces then you can have anything you ever wanted. Natalie and I both have that, through fame and money, but we are still missing that love, that acceptance by the world. I was naive enough to think that Willits and Eliza and the Rose Petals might bring me that. But now, all that is up in the air. Power is shifting and who knows whatÕs going to happen?"

Kirsten had been looking at me this whole time, and I could sense the fire in her eyes, the passion. Naive or not, corrupt or not, the girl really believed all of this. And in a way, I started to believe it too. How can such passion go ignored, how can you turn away from it?

"What do you want me to do Kirsten? Take it all back? I wish I could. I wish more than anything that I could," I said. She rose to her feet, as did Nat. I followed them.

"I don't want anything Rachael. I just want to be me," she said. Our eyes were locked in an intense battle as she said this, and I could feel the energy radiating off of her. Natalie stood by her side, watching this, and in the dim light of the evening, I could see it all within Kirsten. I could see the passion and the fire and most importantly, the love. It was in the way she carried herself, the way that she swept Natalie's hair from her eyes when she cried and the way that their bodies seemed to meld together. It was intense, and it was magnetic.

Kirsten moved towards me suddenly and before I knew it, I felt her lips on mine, and her hands holding onto my cheeks tightly as she held my head. The kiss, for all its speed and suddenness, was incredibly soft and delicate. I didn't kiss her back, but I didn't resist either. I let it happen and in that moment, I was no longer being drawn to her but a part of her.

She released my face and stepped back. Natalie was smiling softly to herself at this but didn't say a word or put up any kind of protest. The three of us stood there and before I knew what was happening, they had both taken my hand and were leading me back inside, my feet barely working as I stumbled in my dazed state back through the doorway.

As we went back in, I glanced at the room where Petty lay, but she hadn't moved. Her breathing was soft and relaxed, and I knew she was in a deep sleep.

Natalie stood in front of me now, and she too moved towards me slowly, placing her lips against mine. Her kiss was even more gentle than Kirsten's had been, but it was also more brief. She stepped away as soon as it was over and moved to the side of me.

I had barely had any time to think, and my head was spinning now. I wasn't a lesbian, that I knew. But this was something more than attraction and sex that was happening. It was something much more primitive and yet, higher. It was an energy that seemed to want nothing more than happiness and pleasure, fed to it through the senses. I tried to rationalize and reason with it but my thoughts kept becoming more jagged than the last. When the two of them moved to remove my shirt then, I offered no resistance.

Natalie's hands were the first to touch me. Her small fingers glided along my shoulders as she touched the nape of my neck, moving her own body closer to me. The heat coming from her, as well as Kirsten (who was busy stroking my stomach) was intense and I shuddered when I felt Natalie's lips kiss right along my shoulder blade.

Kirsten moved down from my stomach, slowly rubbing her hand downward to my crotch, touching and teasing it and my thighs. My hips started responding on their own and I started thrusting just a little bit towards her hand as it stroked outside of my labia. Natalie moved behind me now and slid my bra straps off as her hands massaged my breasts gently, my nipples hard (from the air or from her, I don't really know) and loving the attention they were getting. Lovers never pay enough attention to a woman's breasts, always wanting to get between their legs. But really, most girls get really turned on by the show of affection and care that is properly paid to a nipple. I know I do.

I didn't even think twice when Kirsten had removed my panties and had me step out of them. When she was down there, she was rubbing her hands up and down my thighs, getting ever closer to my now quite aroused pussy. Her nails teased every little hair on my skin as her lips blew warm air right behind where her hands were going.

Natalie had begun to kiss my neck, and was now actively working her way towards my face, the soft breath from her nose sweet as it tickled my ears. She seemed to pick up on this, and exhaled softly against my ear, hovering her mouth over it. I moaned in pleasure as I tingled all over from this newly discovered erogenous zone on my own body. No one had ever paid much attention to my ears before and now I sorely wished they had: the electricity I felt from the attention sent shivers of electricity all the way down to my most aroused spot, amplifying as it went.

With Natalie holding onto my shoulders with her own body, and Kirsten busily working her way up my legs, I wasn't surprised to feel my whole body writhing in pleasure, each half moving and responding in a different way.

I moaned in pleasure as Kirsten's mouth finally found home between my legs, her soft lips gently brushing over my wet labia, my thighs trembling now as I felt her slowly extend her tongue to taste me. A low moan came from Kirsten's mouth as she pushed her head up slightly and into me, her tongue parting between my lips as it searched for more of my copiously flowing juices. Her hands moved to my thighs and held her steady as she slowly and methodically opened me up like a flower. My whole body shook as Kirsten's tongue and hot breath hit my clit for the first time, and I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then and there. I felt my legs grow slightly weak and I started to fall backwards a bit, but Natalie was right there to hold me.

Her hands were freely roaming over my body now, going first from my neck and shoulders, down to my breasts (which she lifted and hefted delicately and with a strange fascination) and even onto my hips, which as any woman knows, is a very very sensitive spot indeed. Natalie's fingers ruffled Kirsten's hair, causing Kirsten to look up from between my legs and smile at both of us, her mouth and lips a sweet, shiny, sticky mess of my juices. Natalie brushed her hand across Kirsten's bottom lip slowly, wetting her finger with my fluids, before slowly raising it up to her own mouth and licking her fingers clean seductively.

I could feel an orgasm building in me quickly, quicker than any I had ever remember, the touch and caress of these two young vixens far far too much for me to take. Kirsten never wavered in her tempo, keeping up a delightful pace as she busily and happily sucked on my pussy. This rhythm made my body pulse and throb and after just a few more caresses of her tongue, I felt the damn inside me burst.

I cried out loudly as I began to come, my breathing hard and hoarse within me. I moaned with an animal lust which drove the two girls wild - Kirsten positioned her mouth right on me and was furiously licking everywhere she could with her tongue, while Natalie quickly moved her face around towards mine and kissed me deeply and furiously. Her small tongue had a hint of my juices on it (or what I can assume were mine) but her warm embrace and the sexy way she touched me made the orgasm all the more strong. I came in waves, my pussy spasming and jerking on Kirsten's mouth as my juices continued to flow, the girl cum from within me not missing a drop of it's intended target.

By the time I finally came down, I was nearly dizzy from the pleasure and the lack of breathing I had been doing (I tend to hyperventilate), so the two girls gently laid me down. I smiled to myself, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm with my eyes closed and my body tingling and trembling all over. I don't think I could have moved if I tried. I didn't have to keep my eyes closed for too long however, as I heard movement near me.

Sleepily opening my eyes, I was greeted to a sight that most men would have killed for: Natalie Portman and Kirsten Dunst undressing each other. They were slow and methodical, like the best of lovers, and seemed to relish and enjoy each and every bit of skin that they could find on each other. First the shirts came off and they kissed, their bra clad breasts bumping against each other as Natalie slid her small hands over Kirsten's ass. The bras weren't on for long though, as the whole seduction of me must have really gotten them going. Kirsten pulled Natalie to her and held her ass tightly as the petite brunette undid first her own bra, then Kirsten. They both then broke for a moment to remove pants and panties but before you could say "sequel", they were both naked.

Even for someone like me, who wasn't exactly a connoisseur of the female body, you could tell that these two were perfection - and each in their own way.

Kirsten's long hair and cherub face seemed the perfect fit for her curvy, full chested figure. Her hips tapered in the classic hourglass shape, down to smooth and long legs and a neatly shaven patch of hair right above her slit. Her breasts bounced slightly when she moved, a full C cup without a doubt, and her pink nipples were just the right proportion to her breasts.

Natalie was something different, but equally as striking. Her hair was shoulder length, but it flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her breasts were smaller than Kirsten's by at least a cup size, but they too were perfect for her form. Natalie had a slightly more athletic build, with a toned and firm tummy that just begged to be kissed. Her pussy was also neatly shaved, though her lips were full and aroused, her labia a maroonish color.

I was only able to observe this sight from a distance for a few moments however, for as soon as the girls undressed and saw me watching, they descended on me with lustful smiles. I was only happy to oblige.

ALEX'S STORY:

Jose was right where I expected him to be. Leaning his large frame against the alley wall, he and two other men - whose names I didn't know, but looked vaguely familiar - all glanced up as I approached, the streetlight behind me framing my steps in a pale yellow light.

"Hola Alex. Long time no see man," Jose said.

"You're telling me. Thanks for coming,"

"Don't mention it. After all that you did for me, I figure I owe you a favor or three,"

I laughed, happy to hear Jose's dry sense of humor again.

"Thanks. Now let me tell you what's up," I said.

I proceeded to explain the situation as best I could, leaving out the details about Willits and the overarching plan that I had stumbled on. Jose and the two guys (Roger and Tony I learned) didn't need to know all the particulars - lord knows that mixing them up in this wouldn't help anybody. When I had finished, the three of them taking in my every word with solemn nodding, Jose just had one question for me.

"You got a weapon?"

I told him that I did, and we all left the alley, making our way through the shadows of the slums of LA on foot, careful to avoid the headlights of the occasional car that might pass. As we moved closer to the address, our steps slowed until finally we were outside the building. The location was like any other around there - hollow looking from the outside, broken windows, the stereotypical ghetto. The only thing that might have aroused any sort of curiosity was a faint hum coming from the back of the building, and a soft blue glow that was visible from the front door way.

I checked the entrance as carefully as I could and, finding no one, stepped inside. The building was musty and old, with a large staircase in the middle of the hallway and three or four tenant doors lining the halls. No lights were visible except for the aforementioned blue glow, coming from the last room on the right. We made our way towards it, but not before stopping by the stairs.

Jose made a signal with his hand to Tony, who moved towards the stairs and slowly climbed them. He had went up one flight without a problem before we all heard a muffled "Hey", followed by the unmistakable sound of a silenced gun going off. The floor creaked above us, a loud *thump* coming down to our ears, but within a moment it was quiet again. Tony emerged a minute or so later, sweating a bit and looking on edge.

"One down, I laid his body down as quietly as I could," Tony whispered to us. Jose nodded and we moved on towards the door. We positioned ourselves outside it, forming a sort of triangle around the frame. Tony and Roger took the left and right flank positions, while Jose and I stood in the middle. Jose paused for just one moment then, stepping back, lunged forward with his large foot and kicked the door right in.

The blue glow grew stronger as noises erupted inside - noises of people moving and shouting, of guns going off and people running around. Tony and Roger moved in swiftly behind us and provided return cover as Jose and I charged inward. It took my eyes just a moment to adjust, but I didn't hesitate when I saw a large man rush towards me, a gun in his hand. I fired, and the man flew backwards comically like a cartoon character, hitting a chair and toppling it over. A few more shots went off behind me and I heard Jose yell in pain as a shot rang out in his direction. Turning my head, I saw him fall to the ground, holding his shoulder as his gun skittered away from his right hand.

Luckily, Tony and Roger moved to cover him and as I got my bearings after a few seconds, I got a grip on the scene for the first time.

The room we were in had, at one time I'm sure, been a living room of sorts. Now it was a converted base station - there was a table with all sorts of equipment on it, a few chairs and a bank of TV monitors stacked atop a small bookshelf. There were three men down on the ground - one holding his stomach as his shirt turned a bright purple in the blue light of the room - the one I had shot - and another lying motionless beneath the monitors. The third man was Jose, who was down on one knee and panting loudly, but seemingly ok.