The Erotic Ghostbusters Pt 01

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 not following this rule is punishable by death. I imagine at least. I always love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them empty and all alone like that. You're not a monster are you?

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Author's Note: So, a special story (almost) just in time for Halloween! As a big fan of Ghostbusters and a big non-fan of the 2016 version, I figured I'd give an all-female Ghostbusters team a go! I'm currently sitting on a 5 story series and seeing how it goes. As another point, leave me comments with all the horror movies and creepypasta references in the story!

Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal

'That should have been me.'

Alison Brie scowled as she looked at the TV magazine that was sitting on the top of some equipment box that was close to the makeup chair. Alison raked her freshly manicured fingers through her long brown hair and her piercing blue eyes roamed over the script that was sitting on her lap. She blindly groped at the same equipment box with her left hand before she found her half-full cup of coffee and she was able to take a mouthful of it. Licking her lips, Alison settled into the chair and rearranged herself so that her body was now facing Amy, the 'makeup artist' of the television show Alison was the main host of.

'Ghost Chasers' had started off as a simple after-hours show that would be put on public television to fill the time between prime time and the late night old karate movies or monster movies that the channels would show off. It was something Alison had always rolled her eyes at, something she had laughed at and mocked with all of her other presenting friends. The mockery had quickly stopped though when she was the only one to not get a job straight out of college. Alison hated the idea of what her core group of friends must be saying about her behind her back now that she was presenting this garbage she had spent many a night trashing and mocking.

It would be the way that she paid her bills though and currently, that was all the LA native needed. Amy applied another coat of gloss to Alison's lips before touching up the blush and smoothing out the side parting of Alison's light brown hair. Alison looked up to Amy who stuck her right thumb up and nodded her head.

"Perfect. Have you seen Alexandra?" Amy asked, looking at the presenter of the show. Ghost Chasers worked in a way that Alison would recite to the camera the story, and facts, of the location that they were filming at. Alexandra Daddario, the show's 'expert', would almost serve as Alison's co-presenter and would have all the information about the 'presences' and the 'wraiths' that would haunt the location. Alison had been insistent that the show was complete hogwash right up until her first night she had met Alexandra and listened to her for the first time when she had actually seen a ghost. Now, she wasn't so sure what the deal was but the woman was thinking that her college musings might have been ever so slightly incorrect.

"I haven't, I thought she went onto the set already?" Alison said, wondering out loud and doing her best to not just sigh at the mention of the name of her co-host. Amy simply shrugged her shoulders before looking back to the woman she was working on.

"Are we ready to go Alison?" She asked, already bursting with that same energy that would often make Alison's blood boil. The brunette stole another glance at the TV magazine before she finished off the rest of her coffee and tossed it in the trash before she got up and out of the chair.

"We're ready to go." Alison confirmed, nodding her head and settling herself into the necessary state of mind for presenting. Amy watched the woman leave and then went right back to tidying up the small area she called a workspace and getting it ready for the reshoots of the show. Alison frowned at the magazine before pushing herself up to a standing position and she then walked out towards the Loomis asylum, the location of their first shoot. Walking towards the large steps that led into the asylum, Alison could see Alexandra talking to some of the staff who all looked just as bored as Alison would be spending so much time with her. Alexandra looked over to Alison, seeing the gaze of the men shift.

The New York native looked over at her co-host and she was practically beaming at the sight. She rushed over to Alison and placed her hand on the forearm of Alison to greet her. The two made their respective greetings as they went over the plans for the first shoot. Walking together, Alexandra was happily spewing her occult nonsense about the mental asylum that they were shooting at and Alison was doing her best to not just give Alexandra a vicious right hook and go home. Their shoes moved from the plain gravel of the parking lot to a slow tick-tick-tick of their heels on the cold tile floor of the abandoned asylum. The place was, for lack of a better word, a shit hole. Alison looked over the corridor and then back to Alexandra. Sighing, the woman walked over to her co-star and politely cleared her throat.

"Alexandra? Are you ready to go?"

The woman's piercing, bold eyes flicked over from the long, empty corridor and then over to the film crew that were setting up. The director left what he was doing and came over, his hand extended so he could shake both of their hands. Looking over to one of the dirty, filthy walls and the corridor they had walked down, the man nodded his head.

"We're going to start there. It's filthy, decrepit. Should be perfect to get the atmosphere going you know?" The man said, barely paying attention to the two women. "Alison, we're going to start with you walking down the corridor," he added, gesturing to the corridor. "And then we're going to come down into this room where Alison, you're going to introduce Alex and then Alex, you're going to start with the background of this place. Both of the women seemed very happy with the arrangement so Alex held the position off camera and Alison walked up the corridor a little bit further. One of the cameramen took the camera up off of the stand and onto his shoulder so that they could arrange the tracking shot. Alison had always figured that the tracking shot would be done on a track and dolly or something like that but the funding for this show obviously couldn't afford it. That fact made Alison's shoulders sink but she had to keep it going. Forcing a solemn smile, Alison took a standing position and smoothed down her outfit before looking into the camera lens.

"Hello, my name is Alison Brie and welcome to Ghost Chasers. We're starting our series at the Loomis asylum which was abandoned in 1908 after a wicked fire engulfed the building. No repairs were offered and the few patients that survived the fire were moved to a new facility and this has been left like that since then. For nearly one hundred and fifteen years, the asylum has become decrepit and, well, a ghost of its former self. Once a place of healing, the asylum has supposedly become a nest for a haunting. To help us chase our spirits, I'd like to introduce you to our resident ghost expert Alexandra Daddario. Alex, thanks for joining us!" Alison said, a smile on her face as the camera panned over towards the New York state native who was already smiling and seemed to be bursting with her spiel.

"Hi Alison, thanks for having me!"

"Alex, what can you tell us about this place?" Alison asked, making a broad general sweep of her arm towards the inside of the asylum's dirty room. "Where are we right now?"

"Right now we're standing in what used to be a nurse's station. There isn't much room as you can see," The camera panned around to demonstrate that there was barely any sort of room and a wooden table that was practically pitch black and rotting from years of abandonment. Moving back to Alexandra, the other, slightly more buxom TV show host guided Alison towards the centre of the room so that the camera could catch the two corridors that were almost the same as the one Alison had introduced the show from. "As you can see, there isn't much room to even try and decide to move. Our research suggested that the holding cells were locked shut and secure when the fire began and engulfed the entire asylum."

"The fire took the entire asylum? How many patients died here?"

"Well what's remarkable about this Alison was that it wasn't just the patients. Nearly ninety percent of the staff died here as well. Certainly gives the place a lot of disturbed bodies and souls trying to get home."

Alison did her best to not roll her eyes and just nodded her head in agreement.

"I think you're right Alexandra! Where should we start?"

"I think if we just take a walk down towards the asylum's kitchen? It's just down there." She led the small filming party down one of the empty hallways and down towards another nurses station. The pair, followed by their cameraman, walked down the corridor. Walking down, Alison began checking out the inmates' rooms that were littered along the walls of the corridor. Alison noted the once iron bars now starting to drop away from the old bricks that had fallen from the original structure.

"Look at this. The iron bars would have kept the inmates in their holding cells for the night and now, they are struggling to even stay standing up. Do you think this is just from wear and tear?" She asked, almost instantly regretting it as there was no way Alexandra was going to say something and she wasn't going to roll her eyes at the comment."

"I think it is from wear and tear. If it was spirits that did this, the bars wouldn't even be here. They would be discarded or even dust on the floor."

"Well, we have plenty of dust as it is." Alison said with a laugh, turning to look at the camera and doing her best to hog the lens and keep the attention on her. She had to try and stand out so she could move forward and get onto her local news, Local 58. Alison, almost ignoring her co-host, was the first to walk into the other nurses station, this one was slightly different as no desk existed but there was a series of coat racks along the wall. Walking over to them, Alison noted that the metal bar that would have held the coats up off of the ground was still there but had been broken from the sides, the left side of the bar dipping down towards the ground. She ran her finger along it before hissing in pain and flicking her hand backwards and forwards. "Wild, this is hot!" She exclaimed, turning to show her fingertip to the camera. She paused for a moment before looking over to Alexandra. "How could it still be hot?"

"Oftentimes, if there was a violent occurrence it is said that the presence will linger. Makes sense that a fire could provide violence, maybe the fire is still burning somewhere?" Alexandra offered with a shrug of her shoulders, leaning over to touch the bar closest to her and not even getting anything. "It is strange that it is only affecting that one though." She added, looking at it with a puzzled expression. "Are you sure it wasn't just static shock or something?"

Alison shook her head vehemently before looking over to the cameraman. "Jeff, can I have that water bottle?"

The camera moved awkwardly, moving from the two women and down to the ground before it steadied and he tossed the water bottle over towards the Los Angeles born woman. Alison caught the bottle and twisted the top off, reaching up, she poured the water over the iron bar and to the amazement of everyone, they could see a hissing stream of smoke shooting up off of the bar.

"Look! See! I'm not crazy!" Alison exclaimed, passing the water bottle back off camera and looking back to the bar, pointing her finger at it. "See! There is something wrong with this place!"

"Alison, calm down. Let's move on, the asylum's kitchen is only down this hallway. See? You can see what's left of the sign there." She added, pointing towards a small set of dangling chains with what was left of a wooden sign on the ceiling. "Let's go."

It was strange to Alison, how was the crazy ghost nut being the more rational one? Alison looked at her finger, expecting to see a boil starting to form but finding nothing was there. The pair walked down towards the kitchen, them getting closer and closer and the tiling starting to get more and more sparse. The camera continued to shift between the hosts and the walls, now void of the cells but rather a series of burnt to ashes wooden boards and worn concrete. The place really looked worn down and with the film crew doing their own form of urban exploration, it did make everyone somewhat on edge. Stopping outside of the door, the pair of hosts for the show paused, their earpieces coming to life. Alison and Alexandra turned to look at the camera, the two women adjusting their stance so that they could listen to the director.

"Alison, give us the details of the kitchen, how this is supposed to be the starting point of the fire."

Alison nodded her head, her fingers coming away from pressing her earpiece forward and letting her look more natural again. She ran her fingers through her hair and then looked into the lens of the camera.

"We're standing in front of the door that leads to the kitchen of the Loomis asylum. This room was responsible for feeding the inmates and also serving meals towards the staff that worked here as well. Thomas Strode was the head chef of the building and it is heavily suggested that he was the one responsible for the fire that engulfed the entire asylum. An avid smoker and alcoholic, the working theory is that he fell asleep while preparing the overnight staff's meals, his cigarette fell onto the piece of paper containing the orders, and he was fast asleep while the fire took control. We don't even know if he got out alive or if he too was a victim. Alexandra, should we head on inside?" Alison asked, looking over to her co-host who nodded her head.

"I think we definitely should do it. We have no idea what this could contain for us." Alexandra nodded, taking a step behind Alison and letting the hopeful news anchor push the door open. It moved inwards, even though there was barely any shaping left of it but there was enough to let them enter the kitchen. The two hosts and their cameraman moved into the kitchen. It was a snapshot of decades gone by, the ovens were still in their original positions of being on and there were pots and pans that were either on the floor or one the island in the middle of the kitchen. Alexandra, almost concerned, touched one of the pots before taking her finger away, no event happening. Walking into the middle of the kitchen, Alison turned towards the camera as Alexandra joined her.

"Here we are in the kitchen-"

As soon as Alison began her next set of information, a loud ear-piercing scream rang out down the corridors and towards the group. As the group looked up towards the door, horror quickly took over their expression, what was left of the asylum's primitive PA system crackled to life and another scream filled the asylum.

"Run!" Alison almost screamed, Jeff and Alexandra quickly followed her as they sprinted out of the kitchen and ran down towards where they had come from. As they ran, hands dressed as if they were patients of the asylum began to reach out from the cells, clawing at the hosts and towards the camera as the small group rushed towards where the filming had begun and then down towards the pre-production area and then out into the open.

As soon as the small group burst out into the daylight, they were greeted by the crew of the show all standing at the foot of the steps awarding them with applause. Jeff groaned and brought the camera down off of his shoulder, one of the film crew quickly taking it from him and leading the man down towards the small editing tent. The director began to approach the two hosts who were slowly putting two and two together as to what had happened.

"Sorry for not telling you about that girls, we wanted to make sure the reaction was genuine you know? Come on, let's go check out the footage, yeah?"

Alexandra scowled at the fake prompt. The New York native was adamant that ghosts existed and she had also 'felt' something in the asylum, she just couldn't explain what it was. Still, Alison seemed to be in good spirits and was already walking with the director down the stairs and towards the small tent that had been propped up by the series of vans that had been parked by the couple of trailers that were on the grass gardening outside of the gravel. Alexandra followed her co-host down the stairs and towards the tent.

"So... What? This show is fake?" She asked, wanting a crystal clear explanation.

"Yeah, that's right. We can't make a show out of ifs and maybes. We need real graphic stuff on camera!" The director, not even bothering to look over his shoulder nodded in the positive. Alexandra pouted but the idea did make sense. She still didn't like it though.

Walking into the tent, she ignored the set of extras dressed in the fire-damaged straight jackets with haunted makeup on and stood next to Alison and Jeff as the man set the camera up and what they had recorded flashed up on the computer's screen. Alexandra stole the occasional glance over to her co-star who seemed to have the same expression of frustration on her face.

Alison's eyes were focused on the computer screen that had been set up on the desk. She could feel the look from Alexandra's intense gaze and she could feel the standard gawking of the younger men on staff but that second one was nothing new to her. Alison rubbed her hand over her chin while she focused her attention on the screen while Jeff and some of his assistants got the footage loaded up and onto the screen. The AV feed moved from the set of vertical bars over to a very primitive screen of the lead host and hopeful local news anchor. Alison ran her way through the footage and as the time rolled on, Alison could feel her pride start to creep up inside of her. With every frame that passed, it made her look more and more like a star and she could practically see the billboard signs advertising the show and the posters for her convention appearances and book deals appearing inside the subway platforms. A smile moved onto her lips and as she watched the pair walk down the corridor and towards the kitchen, Alison was practically beaming.

However, the pride was to be short lived as she heard a couple of grumbling voices just outside of the tent. She looked over at the people inside the tent but no one else seemed to have even noticed that there was anyone else speaking. Alison took a step to the side, doing her best to mimic someone trying to get herself comfortable as the footage ended and was quickly reloaded so they could all watch it again with a more inquisitive eye.

"-telling you, this won't even get the basic viewership. We can pour our cash into it and get a nice little tax kickback. No big deal."

"I mean, I trust you but it's just one of those things... I get it man, I get it."

"It won't even get past a pilot. Maybe five episodes at the most!" Walter added, doing his best to reassure his other producer friend. "We'll just shove our cash into it and get the money back tenfold. And then, then we're going to be able to move on to something bigger and better. Trust me man!"

Alison recognised the voice instantly. Walter Burnham. A decent enough looking man she had seen on set a couple of times now. He was someone whose name had come up when Alison had been researching just what she was going to be getting with this job. Now though, now that she was listening to the man on the other side of the tarpaulin she realised that while he would be able to hopefully elevate her career, now she realised that he was just using her, and her show, for a cash dump. Her eyes flicked from side to side, doing her best to study the screen with the same studied expression as the people in the tent. She looked down at the floor before turning on her heel, offering them all a brief goodbye, explaining that she had to make a call.