Disclaimer for the entire series:
Everyone in this story - and in real life - are 18+ years of age.
All locations, art and music in this story are real.
Any celebrity actions or motives similar to their real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental.
Later chapters will be released in time.
Tags are set for each chapter, not the series as a whole.
This is my first published series, so I'm interested to hear some feedback from the Literotica community. Thanks!
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It's not like me to jump into a stranger's car - let alone a van, Angourie mused.
Perhaps it was the high of sucking Tom's cock, or the excitement from the last few hours in general, that led her to do it. She was feeling a buzz, a pure energy, that wouldn't subside any time soon.
Is this what being an adult felt like? She wondered. Perhaps it's not quoting poems from the renaissance, or appreciating the fine arts. It's this...this raw freedom.
The mysterious van had crept up to them in the dark Prague alleyway, like a silent minx anticipating its prey. But with Tom and Jacob having a rest down the road, Angourie and Zendeya let their natural curiosity take over. As they approached the tinted driver's seat window with interest, the young actresses were surprised to be by greeted by their co-stars Samuel L. Jackson and Jake Gyllenhaal.
'Hey girls, good night?'
The girls nodded.
'Great. Want to hop in?'
It wasn't so much a friendly invitation, but more of a polite demand. Whatever had taken over Angourie, however, appreciated the gentle, yet forceful tone.
'What about the others?' Zendeya whispered to the young Australian.
Angourie shrugged. The night had been a whirlwind of adventure, and she had no plans to end it. With an eager nod and smile directed to the two men in front, Angourie slid open the back door and entered, and Zendeya, somewhat reluctantly, followed.
Maybe she's afraid, Angourie wondered to herself as the van sped into the night.
Following the ride in the van (which'd been rather downbeat and chilled), the two girls were now following the older actors up the creaky stairway of a gloomy hotel.
As they walked, Angourie couldn't help but wonder about Jake. His character had changed since her party in the beginning of the night. Earlier he had been very friendly, but ever since Marisa's seduction of Angourie in the bedroom, he'd changed. He had a quietness about him. He seemed...off.
But the thought quickly slipped her mind as the four of them arrived at 'Room 912', which was nestled in the corner of the 9th floor hallway. It seemed intentionally hidden from other guests - of whom she'd seen none. Sam and Jake creaked opened the door for the girls, and she and Zendeya entered.
It was a softly lit room, brightened only by antique candles. In the middle of the room was a large bed, and besides the slightly ajar window overlooking the city lights was a fancy minibar station. Standing at the minibar, holding a glass of what looked like Pinot Noir, stood non-other than Marisa Tomei.
'Hey girls, you made it!'
Marisa pressed a button on a docked iPod station atop the minibar, and an unfamiliar tune rang through the room. It was nice, comforting, and in another language. The vibe was relaxing.
Zendeya walked over and gave her a quick hug, as Angourie stood there.
'Marisa...' Angourie began. 'What are you doing here?'
'You've had your fun with those kids... time to party like a sophisticated adult. It's what you wanted, right babe?'
Angourie couldn't argue with the logic, although something still felt off. But she dismissed the thought, and decided she could use a glass of wine.
'Sure is,' the Aussie replied with a renewed confidence. She warmed up to the situation, and took Marisa's wine. She gulped down the whole thing in one go.
'Not very lady-like, Ms. Rice,' Marisa observed with a coy smile.
Angourie shrugged, and handed the rest to Zendeya. The others came over, each grabbing a beer from the minibar bridge.
'Cheers,' Samuel said, and the other group kinked their drinks together. It was starting to feel like a proper party.
'Hey, we should invite Colbie!' Zendeya suggested, as she began moving her hips to the tune. The others, including Angourie, followed suit, swaying her body.
'That's a great idea sweety,' Marisa replied. She looked to Jake, who nodded and got out his phone and began texting.
Angourie would've been curious about the relationship dynamic between Marisa and Jake, but once she begun swerving her hips to the music, and started sipping her second glass of wine, she forgot about it pretty quickly.
Within a few seconds of dancing, as her eyes were shut and her head softly banging, Angourie felt the bodies of those around her creep closer. She felt hands place on her legs, on her ass, gently creeping up her dress. She couldn't tell whose were whose, but that was part of the fun.
Once more, the night was alive again. And this time, Marisa was here... only time would tell what would happen next.
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On another day, Damosi would have found it amusing watching the clueless actors walk around, clearly lost as they roamed the backstreets of Prague. But the situation demanded a degree of focus.
'Where the fuck are we, Tom?' Jacob asked.
'How would I know?' Tom replied in annoyance, as he shined the light from his phone ahead of them.
'Your spidey-senses letting you down?' Damosi pitched in from the back, suddenly aware of how his Czech accent sounded compared to the native English speakers.
'Shut up,' Tom replied.
'I know where we are,' Damosi rebutted.
Tom turned in frustration, shining his light directly in Damosi's face. On another day, in another situation, that alone would've been enough for Damosi to smash the actor's face in. But if he was going to find Angourie, he needed to stay calm.
