Raveena woke up in a foul mood. Last night had been awful. Not only had this budding actor, Uday Chopra, cum prematurely she was drunk like hell. How the hell could she have let him get away without satisfying her? If only she wasn't drunk!
Now her hangover was driving her insane. "Samarth! Sam!" she called out for her personal assistant. He was more than an assistant to her. His job, among other obligations, included getting her spirits high in such moments. As he heard her voice, he realised that it was going to be one of those days.
"Yes, Mam?," he said when he entered her room.
"Sam," she said, "I feel terrible!."
He knew the drill, "How many last night?"
"You mean drinks? Six. Neat. Whisky."
"Let's go"
He took her to the bathroom where he stripped her off her alcohol smelling clothes. When she was fully naked, he asked her to sit on the pot and clean her bowels. This was not something new to Sam. It was his job, and he had done this for many actresses. In fact, he was still sent by Raveena to other friends when they needed someone of his expertise. While Raveena was at it, he filled the tub with water and checked the temperature. He looked at her. She was a mess. Her hair was dishevelled, her B-cup breasts red with her acts last night, and her eyes puffy. It was going to be a long day.
When she was done, he took a washrag and cleaned her anus and pee-hole. He got her to stand and dragged her to the basin. Steadying her with a hand, he brushed her teeth with the other. He then washed her face with cold water and that seemed to bring her to some kind of sense. He looked at her, and knew that she would have to be shaved, too. There was beginning to be a stubble growth in her pubes and underarms. He lathered her and got down to the business of shaving her. He always liked this part of his job, though technically he was nothing more than a personal maid. Which other job came with privileges like stripping your favourite actresses, and grabbing their famous asses or breasts as you gave them a thorough cleaning? Even fucking them was a part of his job.
After he had bathed and scrubbed her, he dried her up and they walked to her room. Raveena was almost fully awake by now. He checked her schedule. Good. No shooting today. As he looked at her naked body, he could not help but feel a tingling in his crotch. But, he was not supposed to show excitement unless his employer desired him to do so. Over the years, he had mastered the art of remaining calm in such situations.
"Sam," she called out, "Get me the ten incher."