Lyla Goes to Hollywood

Lyla sat at the swimming pool in one of her many bathing suits. Bikinis with matching covers, lingerie and silky robes were the only clothing she was allowed to wear. She had several fancy outfits to wear if she ever left the house, but she hadn't left or gone anywhere in the 3 months since she had arrived. She sipped her mimosa and kept her eye on the other 2 girls around the pool, from behind her large sunglasses.

Each girl was as different as night and day. All 3 of them kept to themselves and had their own rooms in the luxurious, 4 bedroom mansion. They really only interacted during the weekend 'movie shoots' and parties. Sometimes they ate together in the large dining room after the woman Hunter hired to cook and clean came on Mondays & Thursdays and had restocked the refrigerator.

For the most part, Lyla enjoyed her Hollywood job. Most of the time, during the week, she was allowed to relax, do her hair extravagantly, paint her nails and generally maintain a constant beautiful appearance. That was something she was really good at and enjoyed.

Hunter praised her for that whenever he visited; he was pleased with Lyla's gorgeous looks, luxurious hair, huge rack and submissive nature.

Hunter was the tall blue eyed man who'd 1st identified Lyla at her audition. He spent one or 2 nights a week in her room & was at every weekend party. He constantly reminded Lyla that he gave her her big break; she owed him. Subsequently, she felt powerless to refuse his advances, and the advances of his friends who came to visit her and the 2 other girls.

Weekends were the most intense. Sometimes Lyla would be up 24 - 32 hours as a part of her 'live entertainment' job. The parties started Friday evening and usually did not end until late Sunday afternoon.

Just as Hunter promised, she was an 'entertainer'. Men and women flocked to Hunters debauched parties. They started innocently enough, with people in fine clothing sitting around drinking, smoking refer and watching movies on the large projector in the living area, but when Hunter's skin flicks started, it signaled to everyone that the 'freaking' was about to begin.

Lyla had been shocked her 1st weekend at the house at her movie playing on a continuous loop and the people fascinated by her ravishment on film. The camera zoomed in on her grimacing face several times; it also had focused on her jiggling breast to an embarrassing extent as far as Lyla was concerned. She was ashamed of the explicit movie and had cried; thoroughly humiliated at her naked body being vigorously fucked and molested by the 3 men in plain view of the enraptured attendants at the party. They had even filmed her masturbating for them! There she was, moaning & climaxing on film like she had watched whores do her whole life.

Hunter seemed to enjoy her embarrassment and had, laughingly, retrieved her from her room to rejoin the party after she had fled. He told her that she was a natural and that she had nothing to be ashamed of. Her beautiful face and body were meant to be shared with the world!

Everyone had soothed her when she returned sniffling, and told her she was a movie star. She felt even better after one of Hunter's friends gave her some 'relaxation' pills & encouraged her to drink to increase its effects.

Before Lyla knew what happened, she was naked, on her hands and knees on the large sectional, in a sea of naked limbs, male and female; her pendulous breast being groped and squeezed. She remembered being manipulated into different positions and her every orifice being roughly penetrated with cocks & tongues; fingers were even in her mouth!

It was all a blur, but everyone seemed so excited by her. Someone always seemed to be rubbing or sucking her clit and sensitive nipples, causing her to buck uncontrollably in orgasm after orgasm, as anywhere from 3 to 4 men were fucking and touching her at any given time, or she was tongue kissing a man or woman.

She gave herself over & over the next few hours and into the next day. After a while, Lyla simply laid back on the living room couch and let any and everything happen to her. Every man there had fucked her titties and her neck and face were crusted with semen. Monday morning, her breast would be covered in bruises and bite marks.

One man she only knew as 'John' had fucked her 6 or 7 times her 1st weekend. He slept in her room & tried to keep her to himself, until Hunter threatened to put him out. She lost track of how many times she was fucked by the 4 other men and 2 women who were present; the drugs and alcohol creating a haze through which Lyla was barely aware what was happening. She preferred it that way, she realized as the weekends became a regular thing.

The women who came were couples and wanted to watch each other 69, kiss and cuddle with the Negro girls in the North Hollywood house. Sometimes, Susan would come to the parties or be with Naomi in her room for private sessions during the week. Raquel had men and women who came to visit her for private sessions, as well.

Lyla, Naomi, the brown skinned girl who was even shorter than Lyla's 5'0 height, and had caught Susan's eye at the audition, and Raquel, a tall thin dark skinned girl with a short afro who was 20, were the house's in house 'sex toys'. Raquel had been in the house the longest and considered herself Naomi and Lyla's senior. She told them the ropes and instructed them how to keep their jobs as long as possible.

As entertainers, they were always to be ready and available sexually; they were to seem to be enjoying themselves and the attention they received from Hunter's clientele. They were to look good and serve food, drinks and drugs, but most importantly, star in Hunter's X rated videos that were very, very popular up-and-down the West Coast.

Everything was a party and everything was fun! Hunter didn't like to be told no, and he liked it even less if girls told clients no. If a man or woman wanted your body, you were to participate, enthusiastically.

Hunter told Lyla that she was to be paid $20 a week for her services and her room, board and meals provided. It sounded like an awful lot of money to Lyla, but she hadn't seen a penny. Hunter told her that it was being kept 'in escrow' should she ever 'separate from her position' so she would have a nice nest egg, minus fees, at the end of her contract.

The contract seemed to be ever evolving and changing. It had started out at 1 month and now had been extended throughout the year, according to Hunter. He had congratulated Lyla, so she was flattered, if not a bit confused.

Raquel had told her it was excellent news. Hunter usually only gave out contracts for 3 months at the most, at a time.

After the warehouse, where she had been thoroughly 'auditioned' by Hunter and Timothy Chavis, 'the blond god', as everyone referred to him, Susan had helped her to 'clean up'.

Clean up was a humiliating groping of her breast and Susan making Lyla squat in front of the film crew while she used her fingers to 'douche' Lyla. When they finished ogling her, they helped the shaky girl to a cab and paid it to take her back to her boarding house. Lyla had staggered past the scandalized house mother and collapsed on her bed, not even bothering to undress.

She had been sore and stiff for days AGAIN before she began to worry about her situation. She still had Mr. Benedict's number and 5 more days at the boarding house when she received a call from the lobby that she had a visitor. She'd been surprised and pleased to see Hunter Harrison, as he introduced himself and his 'financier' Mr. Morgan. She hadn't been sure if she had passed the audition or not, but his presence meant she must have!

The tall man had brought 'handlebar mustache', their financier, who Lyla was introduced to as Mr. Morgan (she never got his 1st name) and several important looking papers for her to sign, placing her under contract. Many girls at the house watched in jealousy, as the 2 men had Lyla sign several papers, then retrieve her belongings and go with them in a black limousine. She had sat between the 2 men in the back of the large car, her hands folded demurely, while both men turned facing her, scrutinizing her intensely.

On the drive to North Hollywood, Hunter had stared at the beautiful girl with the most perfect rack he had ever seen & marveled at his find. Her tits were a perfect, pert 36 DDD, sitting on a slim frame of soft lushness and light golden brown skin. Her green eyes hypnotized him with the way they looked up at him through her lashes, shyly and innocently. Her face was angelic, but her body was straight sinful.

He had thought of her many times over the past few days. She would have come home with them that day at the audition, but he had to clear some room at the 'chocolate house' for her presence.

Jacqueline, a caramel complexion teenage beauty, had been sent packing once her pregnancy had reached a stage his clients no longer found attractive; generally late in the 3rd trimester. His clients enjoyed diversity at 'La Maison Exotique' as he called his North Hollywood home, anyway.

Hunter had 2 other homes; one in Van Nuys, 'La Filles Blanches' and another in Brentwood, 'Beaux Garçons'. Girls and boys generally remained popular for a few months or so at his homes and in his movies, unless something extreme happened.

Some had settled into relationships with clients and others had disappeared and run home, leaving their money behind. A few had actually made it into traditional movies and were working actors and actresses. They lived in fear of Hunter's movies and he had quite a few Hollywood bigwigs in his pocket due to that fact.

Pretty Jacky would give birth at a nuns convent he funded, like many other girls his client's had enjoyed impregnating. Then, she would be sent home with a baby and several hundred dollars, most likely set for life in the small town most of them came from and returned to, he reassured himself as he eyed his newest lovely acquisition.

"Lovely Lyla." He'd said as he'd reached over and squeezed both her breasts with one hand, his other arm draped over her back.

"Did you enjoy our time together, Lyla?" He had whispered to her. "You made a beautiful movie, baby. One of my best. Was that your 1st time with 2 cocks inside you? Hmmm?"

Hunter had pinched her nipples, back and forth, roughly until they were hard pebbles sticking up through her camisole and sweater. She was gasping and squirming in the backseat of the limousines as Hunter molested her and Mr. Morgan leered.

Hunter turned Lyla's back to him and unbuttoned her tight sweater. When it was unbuttoned, he roughly pulled it from her shoulders then, unceremoniously, pulled her camisole and bra above her heaving breast and exposed them to Mr. Morgan.

He played with them for several seconds, holding the weight of each in his hands, slapping and pinching them a little rougher than Lyla liked. She allowed it though and arched her back as if she enjoyed it. She wanted so badly to impress these men!

Hunter moaned at her wanton actions, and pulled the slim girl into his lap, pushing her skirt up around her waist. Holding her around her middle, he held her body close and sucked back-and-forth between her breasts for several long minutes as they rode down the highway.

Soon, his fingers inched their way between Lyla's legs. She briefly tried to block Hunter's hands from entering her panties, embarrassed at her wetness, but Hunter had snarled and snatched the lace fabric from between her legs, ripping her panties from her and throwing them to the floor of the limo. He held her still and begin to fuck her with his fingers. For several long minutes, the only sounds in the car were Lyla's moans and squeals and the squishy wet sound of her pussy as Hunter fingered her.

"Look at me, pretty girl!" Mr. Morgan had whispered urgently from beside her, his pants were around his ankles and he was jacking his tiny dick, furiously. As Lyla looked at the ugly, fat man, Hunter's fingers brought her to a crescendo that made her shout out, as she had fucked herself hard onto his hand for several seconds. It felt so good!

She was still recovering when Hunter pushed her to the floor of the limousine, unzipped his pants and released his cock. He offered it to her mouth and she accepted it, trying to take as much as she could, excited but inexperienced. Lyla's hands rested on his thighs as she knelt between his legs and the slim man hunched up into her face; his hand wrapped in her hair. She gave up trying to suck him & just relaxed her throat, allowing him to set the pace & the depth like she had done with Mr. Benedict.

Hunter was in heaven as he hunched into the girl's mouth. She was so beautiful. He always liked Creole girls but this one was exceptional. He fondled her breast absent mindlessly as his orgasm approached. He held the girl's head tightly between his legs and threw his head back shouting primordially as he ejaculated deep into her throat. When he looked down and saw her watery eyes looking back, he moaned and ground his dick even deeper. As Hunter recovered red faced, Mr. Morgan once again played with Lyla's small feet, jacked his little cock with her toes and ejaculated all over them.

Hunter produced a cloth and some water and gently wiped Lyla clean between her legs and wiped off her feet. He re-dressed her while he explained to her where she was going, and what her job would be. When they pulled up at the house where she would be staying, Lyla's jaw dropped! It was a beautiful mansion with a long driveway and a private gate. Lyla had only seen homes like this on television and in movies. Now she was living in one!

After he settled her into the house and introduced her to her roommates and to his clientele, he tried his best to stay away, but still found himself at the 'Chocolate Factory' several times a week. He would force himself to stay home some nights but he still would watch the movie she made for them, zooming in on her face, watching her breasts jiggle and jacking his dick until it was raw.

In all his 44 years and all the women he had been with, he did not understand why this girl had such a hold on him. It actually bothered him. He liked to sleep alone and be alone. He didn't want a family or a wife, he never did. He wanted to be free to sleep with as many women as he wanted.

He'd been living his dream life in California for almost 25 years. Why now? Why this girl? The questions drove him crazy as he prepared for the day, shaving and brushing his teeth. His personal house was also in 'the Hills', but it was a small two bedroom two bath bungalow; just enough room for him.

Hunter was from West Virginia and his family was dirt poor. His 'family' strictly consisted of his brother and father. His mother had died when he was 10 years old and he, his father and brother had eked out a desperate existence in a house without electricity and an outhouse. Hunter left that life when he was 18 and made his way to California. At six foot two with jet black hair and sapphire blue eyes, He knew that he wanted to be in movies, but when he saw the chance to traffic in men and women, he jumped at it. It was easier and much more lucrative.

He was very surprised at the loose morals of many of the girls who came to California in the 1950's to 'make it' in movies. They just wanted to be seen and many of them were willing to use their bodies to be noticed. He started with one girl and soon had five. By the time he was 30 he had diversified into covering all races and genders. The business was so lucrative, he was able to purchase the houses where his workers lived. If he ever stopped dealing in flesh he'd rent the homes out.

His clients included politicians, priests, professors, actors, athletes and musicians. It was a strenuous process to get on his list of consumers that he gave access to his girls and boys. In the beginning, he had lost a few girls to brutality and other poaching issues, so he tightened his control over his business considerably. Now, he felt he was running a profitable enterprise that had unlimited potential.

Most of his workers stayed with him for three months to a year at most. He made sure that they made good money and many of them simply became old news frankly, or left with clients. Of the 45 girls & 25 boys Hunter had had working for him over his 20 years in the 'business', 11 were wives of former clients. 7 had returned home with a child, and 17 others had actually made it into the movie business. A few of his boys had 'jobs' with clients & were essentially a personal side piece.

Two of the Negro girls were with clients but as living maids, not wives. 5 other Negro girls had returned to their small towns with mulatto babies and a nice nest egg.

Hunter made sure that they had financial support and for one pretty Negro girl, he paid cash for a house in her little town.

Nelly had been one of his workers that had been horribly abused and he felt terrible that he hadn't been able to protect her from an alcoholic sadist. He'd never forget how sad and empty he felt when he came to the house that morning and saw how the man had left her beaten and bloody in her bed. Hunter had feared she was dead, but was relieved when the doctor came and said she was barely alive. She had to be hospitalized for months and had been left permanently disabled; blind in one eye.

Hunter had snapped and gone to the man's place of business and beat him severely with a pistol. The police had been called and he had been jailed. He'd had to pull a lot of strings and spend a lot of money to get out of the situation and he was told by the police chief that his secret life almost hit the papers.

He had to spread a lot of money around, but he still felt it was worth it. He couldn't abide by a person who would abuse a female in a sadistic way. He did believe in controlling women physically, just not beating them.

There was a fine line between the way he manhandled women who stepped out of line and what this client had done to Nelly. She had been pregnant with the man's child and he had tried to stop it and failed. Hunter still wanted to kill him, but he couldn't find a way to do it without being the number one suspect. He hadn't wanted to pay anyone to do it either. He wanted to kill the man with his bare hands. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt that type of anger.

His thoughts turned again to his pretty yellow girl and he immediately calmed.

The thought of releasing Lyla after one year gave him a nervous feeling in his chest. She'd already been there 3 months and he had rejected every suitor that wanted to make her a main mistress or in one case, flat out refused a client who wanted to take her with him to Spain where the client would be working in the consulate.

At first, Hunter pretended he wasn't sure why he rejected these offers. They were lucrative and excellent for Lyla, but in the back of his mind, he knew that she was his. She saw fewer and fewer clients and he was thinking of a way to remove her from the house.

During the weekend parties, he'd observe the girl closely and he loved everything that he saw. Lyla struggled with the socialization required for the job, but she tried her best. She would mainly smile and stay silent. That was one of the things he enjoyed about her. Her muted nature, her willingness to try hard despite her disgust and humiliation. Her lack of education and general dizziness, Hunter chuckled to himself.

It seemed like she got off on the humiliation; like it made her pussy wetter. Hunter palmed his cock through his pants watching her movie for the 100th time. He wanted to make one with just him and her, but he knew that would be suspicious to Susan and Mr. Morgan. He didn't want them to know that he actually CARED about Lyla. He knew they would use it against him in some way. Susan was already teasing him about turning down offers for the girl.