The following contains adult material and shouldn't be read by anyone under the legal age. It will also contain a variety of young male celebrities as characters, this in no way is meant to reflect on the real individuals but is just wishful thinking on my part. I'm not even an actor, this is completely fictional - so just enjoy!
Note: Just finished this next chapter and I really want to get it added, so I'm going to skip proofreading. Sorry in advance for any typos. Please keep that feedback coming (well what little there is...) and I'd love to hear more suggestions. Mail me at j_spaydes@yahoo.ca
************************************************ Chapter 2 - Days-ed and Confused ************************************************
I could still feel the smooth texture of Carl's thick, stocky cock brushing against my lips as I plunged down on his shaft and then retracted my mouth slowly. I felt the low bumps of the veins which crisscrossed just beneath the surface... I delighted in the slight flare of skin which ringed the broad spear-tip. I savored the wonderful new taste of pre-cum as it moistened my tongue and tantalized my taste-buds.
"Now run young tongue around it in a circle - clockwise, then counter-clockwi-" Carl broke off with a gasp, unable to finish his instruction as I leapt to the new tasked laid out before me.
I rotated my tongue as instructed, feeling each and every microscopic crevice on Carl's cock-head. More and more jism began to leak out into my mouth and I could help but clamp down and begin sucking. I was like a child nursing at my mother's tit...
"Ah! Ease up you little bitch or I'll give you a spanking you'll never forget!" Carl snapped.
Reluctantly I pulled away and continued circling the head with my tongue. I desperately wanted to suck out more of Carl's sweet juice, but I was quickly learning to know my place and do as I was told. My ass was still a dull pink since last time I had displeased Master Carl - that had been for accidentally putting too much pressure on his sensitive ballsack.
We were in the small living room area of my apartment. Tomorrow I was heading to my first gig on Days of Our Lives. I still had no idea what to expect there. Master Carl had left no doubt in my mind though that the Agency had at least one actor there who was a friend of the company. He had said that daytime television had long been a starting point for many young actors, to the point that over the years the Agency had developed a solid relationship with the soap opera industry. That's all he would say. Master Carl wasn't one for small talk. After my first lesson in sucking cock right after my audition he'd berated me for treating him rudely before and informed me that I would now refer to him as Master until I passed him on the totem pole. He had also set up a vigorous rehearsal' schedule to give me basic training' before I headed to Days.
I had spent most of the last twenty-four hours sucking various body parts. Steve had told Carl to take an hour with me - but that had only been the first hour. Since then I had been going through a "one hour lesson-one hour rest" cycle. I'd groveled at Master Carl's feet and licked out between his toes, and massaged his "anal cavity" (as Master Carl chose to call it) and been taught how to finger-fuck properly. My own ass still remained virginal - I'd been told that only someone of the upper echelons could take my virginity. Of course, after that I was free game...
"Oh... oh god!" Carl suddenly exclaimed as he suddenly shot a huge load into my mouth.
My instincts kicked in, and I was immediately suckling at his dickhead again, being careful not to put too much pressure on him, but also being sure that I got every last drop. I just couldn't believe what a little slut I'd become so quickly. I suppose part of it was pure desperation. I hadn't had a girlfriend in a while, and I hadn't gotten laid in forever. This was the most action I'd had in ages and I was enjoying every minute of it. And if I managed to become a big star in the process - well any sacrifice was worth it for that...
"That was good, little cunt. You've learned your lessons well. Hell, to be completely honest, you taught me a thing or two." Carl laughed, seemingly at ease.
I was a little shocked at his tone. He'd spent most of the last twenty-four hours ordering me around. This new relaxed and friendly-seeming Master Carl was a real shock.
"Really Master Carl?" I asked, summing up my best submissive face.
He laughed at me, a deep chuckle and motioned to me to get up. I complied, thankful to be standing again. I gazed down at my naked form. My knees were two red blotches from kneeling on the rough carpet for so long. Streaks of cum - both dry and moist (I must have shot my own load without even realizing it) covered my torso and thighs. Carl reached out and cupped my face in his warm hand. Was this really affection? From Carl? Master Carl.
"You can drop the Master bit Mat. I'm afraid that's all over and done with..." Carl trailed off wistfully.
I responded with a blank look, not comprehending. He motioned me over to the couch and I sat down after he had already arranged himself comfortably.
"You're such a good kid Matt, you really are. Godammit I wish you weren't but you're just too damn sweet. Fact of the matter is, we were just playing. I'm just a goddam secretary, it doesn't get any lower than that. Soon as you get to that gig tomorrow you'll have already surpassed me. Now I know you don't have to believe this, I could just be covering my ass so you don't come back to gain retribution - other bitches have in the past - but I want you to hear my out, and I hope you'll believe me."
Carl was speaking in a rush of pent up emotion, and I couldn't help but be moved enough by his outburst to at least listen to what he had to say. I nodded my head and he continued.
"Steve and those guys were right to see your potential... but you shouldn't always take what they say at face value. You're a whore now, a Hollywood whore, but that doesn't mean you can't be true to yourself. Do what you have to do, but don't do anything you really don't want to. You still own your own body, you still have a choice - don't get too caught up in ambition and the system. Oh they'll dangle carrots in front of your eyes, tell you you can be the next Brad Pitt, but for every Brad Pitt there's a thousand Jacob Jacksons. Do you know who Jacob Jackson is? Of course not, no one does. He was the first whore I broke in - another of Steve's personal choices. He whored himself for years for small time gigs, always thinking his big break was right around the corner... till one day he woke up and finally realized he was a joke. It was too late though, he was nothing but a piece of meat, a fuck doll for those in power. He fell into a bottle of alcohol before eventually tossing himself off a building... Damn, this isn't even what I wanted to tell you.. sorry to be so damn depressing... but look, here's the truth.
You seem like a sincere guy. I don't usually speak to my `trainees' after I send them on their merry way, but I wanted to talk to you. Most of these guys, I don't give a rat's ass about, but I want to see you make it all the way to the top, I want you to succeed, and I guess all I'm saying is that when you get there you'll look back and remember these early days fondly, and think of me as a friend, and not as your first in a long string of masters."
Finished what he had to say, Carl lapsed into silence. For the first time since I'd met him he seemed unsure of himself. I realized for the first time that underneath that flamboyant, cocky exterior was a very lonely and insecure young man. His words had thrown me for a loop. After my initial reservations had quickly been conquered I'd fallen headlong into my new lifestyle without any real thought for consequences. I'd been doing what I was told, avoiding thinking about the new situation I had found myself in. I'd been too busy staring at the `carrot'. Course, part of me new I just wasn't ready to deal with the reality yet, so once again I put it aside. Later, I promised myself, I would think about Jacob Jackson, but not now. Not yet.
"Well then... friend, how about we get ourselves cleaned up and have one more go at it - this time as equals" I finally said, with a grin. Not yet I told myself, not yet - Jacob Jackson would come later...
Carl returned a relieved and then very interested smile. He leaned into me slowly and planted a kiss full on my lips. Despite everything that had gone on over the last twenty-four hours, this was the first time I had ever kissed another guy. Kinda ironic really... My hetero-instincts kicked in briefly as I wanted to pull away - but with contact came peace of mind. His lips felt no different than any other pair I had ever felt. I returned his kiss with fervor and then we broke away at the same time. I wasn't really interested in Carl, but I was glad that we were parting as friends and not as master/servant. It made me feel more optimistic about my road ahead.
With a grin I got to my feet and pulled Carl up after me. Grabbing hold of his cock, as he had so frequently done to mine as of late I lead him over to the bathroom and the hot shower waiting within. I was going to give Carl a send off the secretary would not soon forget...
I woke up at the crack of dawn (or somewhere thereabouts the following morning. Usually I went through a groggy period when I first woke up, and didn't start to perk up till after my morning cup of coffee, but not this morning. At 5:00am my eyes popped open as one thought ricocheted through my skull. Today I was making my acting debut! It was too unbelievable to be true - or at the very least the events surrounding were. I was only going to get one line, and I was more or less going to be scenery, but at least it was something. I was playing the part of Brice Mathers, some snotty jock-type who followed spoiled rich-boy boy Philip Kiriakis around and made life hell for the `loser' characters. Philip was played by Jay Kenneth Johnson, an attractive young guy (not that that was so rare in daytime television) who had managed to impress me with his subtle, nuanced performance in a role that could easily have been played as a stereotype. I was looking forward to working with him, and the other characters too for that matter.
I'd never been a huge soap fan, but did watch Days off and on over the years when I was home and there was nothing else on. Over the last few months though I had started watching the show regularly. While their older cast members were a hardy lot who'd been around for ages, they were stuck in ridiculously stupid storylines - the `teen' cast however were doing great. There was a realism and quality to the acting that really resonated. I was ecstatic that of all the soaps, it was Days that I was heading to.
Fuck, I'm wide-awake early... Too much thought too early... I got up and showered. I couldn't help but think of Carl and last night. No, there was no real attraction there, but Carl had been nice to him in their goodbyes and I would never forget that. I was a whore now - a Hollywood whore is what Carl had called him, and I supposed last night Carl had been my first `John'. I'm glad he'd made it so that I didn't feel cheap about it. He had wanted to pleasure me last night in the shower but I had gently refused. He was nice, but I still had enough ideals left that I figured if I was going to get my first blow-job or fuck I might as well try to hold out for someone I truly cared for... course that didn't seem too likely to happen, but still I could hope.
I toweled off and got dressed. I wasn't sure what I should wear. I was only a bit actor with barely a line to speak of, so I didn't want to overdress and look like a fool, but I didn't want to seem like I didn't take it seriously. They were providing the wardrobe, so I wouldn't be in these clothes for long anyways... In the end I settled on some casual but kinda dressy clothes - tan cargo pants and tight black muscle shirt. Damn... I looked good...
I downed some oatmeal and a piece of toast real quick - had that wonderful cup of coffee, and a second for good measure, read over my line one last time and headed out the door.
"Mimi, you're such trash" I muttered. "Mimi. You are trash." I snarled. "Mimi, you... you're just trash!" I stuttered in contempt. "Mimi, you're trash and I'm a whore, a Hollywood whore!" I exclaimed with a laugh.
What kind of name was Mimi anyway? Only on a soap opera... it was probably short of Millicent or something and one day soon it would be revealed that she's really a princess of some unidentified Eastern European country...
"Mimi, you're such trash" I said, in the most stereotypically haughty jock-tone I could muster.
Satisfied with my performance, I turned on the radio and drove the rest of the way into L.A. to the studio. Traffic was bad (of course) so it took quite a while. I'd left early though and got there with time to spare... I pulled up to the security guard and told him my name, after asking for some identification he passed me in and told me where to park. The `where' was quite far from the actual studio building. One day soon though, I would have my own private parking space, with my name painted on the pavement... it would happen, I just knew it would.
I opened the door and stepped inside. After again showing my I.D. to a security guard he let me come in and wait. He got on the phone to someone and told me it wouldn't be long. While I waited I surveyed my surroundings. It looked like the front office of a warehouse, nothing too remarkable. Every so often people would come in the door behind me and walk casually into the inner sanctum. Clearly things were just getting started. I wondered if everything would get really crazy and hectic later... The door opened again and a group of young people walked in. I recognized them immediately as my soon-to-be co-stars. Jay Johnson was there. So were Jason Cook, Kirsten Storms, Farah Fath and Nadia Bjorlin, otherwise known as Shawn Brady, Belle Black, Mimi Lockhart and Chloe Lane. Kirsten eyed me curiously but they all kept walking. I was tempted to say something, but didn't want to come off looking like a fool. Who knows how many guest stars come through here, maybe there's a protocol to follow and he wasn't supposed to talk to the stars. I really had no idea, and didn't want to take any chances. I was NOT going to fuck this up.
The group disappeared inside and a few moments later a distracted-looking older woman emerged. There was no way this woman was part of the `talent'. She walked right up to me and introduced herself as Fay Clark. She told me to follow her and so I did. She lead me inside the inner sanctum of the studio and as we went deeper inside I finally saw increasing signs of activity. Set people were running around with props, others ran by with sheets of paper. Last minute script changes? I didn't know. We stopped at a large metal door that reminded me of high school. She pushed it open and I walked right into Salem. The docks were there, and right next to them was Stefano DiMera's house. A rear exit of that house lead to a hall which ended in Marlena Evan's penthouse, where Belle Black lived. Next to that house was another I didn't recognize, then the pub, and the so on... it was really weird to see.
"This is the first set area, it houses most of our interior locations, but you won't be acting in here today. If you'll follow me..."
She continued walking and I followed. We crossed the studio and went through a second metal door... and right into a park. It was kinda cheesy looking, and could never pass for real, but surprisingly it actually looked better in the real than it did on television. Next to the park was Salem Place, sort of an exterior mall/promenade that the denizens of Salem (both the high and mighty and the down and out) seemed to frequent often.
"Your scenes today will be taking place mostly on the Salem Place set, but we may try and work in some scenes in the park depending on how timing goes..." she trailed off again. This Fay person didn't seem able of completing a sentence.
"Park scenes?" I asked. They weren't in my script.
"Yes, well we may work in a `fun in the park' scene if time permits. The producers think its time the boys and girls showed some skin so we figure we may have them sunbathe in the park for a bit... you're not shy are you? No. That's good... now... "
Fay started walking again and it took me a moment to realize it and catch up. Sunbathing eh? Now that sounded promising. I couldn't help but be a little curious about what the other boys looked like shirtless. God, three days and I was already salivating over studs like a fag. What was coming over me?
We exited the other side of the set area and emerged in a long hall with many doors on either side. I saw several of the actors I'd been watching so frequently as of late in the hall. The famous Deidre Hall (Marlena) was there, talking to Lauren Koslow (Kate). As we walked down the hall, no one seemed to pay us much attention. Deidre and Lauren smiled at me in welcome and said hello. I muttered a shy hello in return. Just then a door opened and Matt Cedeno, who plays Brandon Walker, a sexy tanned stud whose dark latin looks made even the most hetero guy jealous, stepped out of his dressing room. He was naked from the waist up, and oh what a sight it was.
"Fay, any idea where that blue dress shirt I was wearing yesterday got to?" he asked.
Fay walked over to consult with him and I was left standing there, not sure what to do. I couldn't help but stare at Matt - his flat stomach in particular held me mesmerized. For some reason I felt this longing to plunge my tongue down into his navel and tunnel around inside. I shook myself out of my reverie and turned to find Jason Cook standing there staring at me.
"He's not with us" is all he said to me.
I opened my mouth to reply but he silenced me with a gesture. Looking at Jason, I couldn't help but really hope they found time for that sunbathing scene today... course, he'd said `not with US' so it seemed that I may be getting to know Jason real well, if, as I suspected, his contract had been brokered by the Agency...
"Fay, you worry about the shirt crisis, Jason said with a laugh, I'll look after the rookie and make sure he gets dressed and on the set on time."
"Thanks Jason, I uh..." Fay turned back to Matt and followed him into his dressing room, shaking her head in befuddlement.
"Follow me" Jason said and turned away.
I followed a step behind, wondering just what I was walking into. Jason Cook was definitely an attractive young man. About my own age. When he had first joined the cast as Shawn Brady, he'd been the rebel with a sensitive side, but as of late the sensitive side had taken over and he'd gotten too schmaltzy for my tastes... Jason Cook though, showed none of the signs of weakness his character exuded. Cook was masculine, kinda brawny and swarthy. His eyes had a natural twinkle to them... and for some reason the whole package made me think of the absurd notion of a pirate. And I'd sure like to `shiver his timbers' I thought, and almost laughed out loud at my own cheesy joke.
"What's so funny?" Jason demanded suddenly, and I realized we'd stopped in front of a door marked `Guests'.
"N..nothing" I muttered lamely, cursing myself for a fool.
"Good" was all Jason said, then opened the door and ushered me inside.
He closed the door behind him and I heard a click as he locked it. I couldn't turn around and face him, I was afraid of what I'd see in his face... Suddenly I felt hands on my waist and hot breath on the nape of my neck.
"You are not to speak unless I give you permission to... do you understand?" he asked in a dead calm voice.
"Yes sir" I whispered.
"Wrong answer bitch, I haven't given you permission to speak yet!" Jason snapped, not too loudly, but right in my ear.
The hands on my waist tore downward, pulling my pants and boxer briefs down and exposing my ass. He grunted and then suddenly reversed motion, yanking my underwear up. I felt them slide quickly into my asscrack and felt the new pressure on my scrotum as Jason continued to pull. I gasped as my heels lifted off the floor - this was the worst wedgy of my life and I couldn't believe that it was happening now, when I thought I was too old for that shit. This was no childish prank though, and we weren't children. Jason continued to life until me feet left the floor and he held me an inch above the floor. Despite myself, I sobbed and tears flowed down my face. I felt nauseous as my balls were crushed in the vice of my underwear.
"That's right, cry you little pussy. Cry like a little cunt" Jason taunted quietly in me ear. His calm was unnerving, he should have been raving...
Suddenly he let go and I collapsed to the floor in a heap. He stood over me with a smirk on his face. He prodded me with his foot until I collapsed helplessly onto my back. I stared up at him in shock. Nothing Carl had taught me had quite prepared me for this. Jason seemed to be drunk with the power he had over me.
"It's about time I got another plaything, he observed quietly. Now who's your master bitch?" he demanded, switching tones.
I kept my mouth shut, not making the same mistake twice. Who knew what he'd do if I did. I wanted desperately to pry my undies out of my ass but was too afraid to move. How could someone who seemed so nice on television be such an asshole in real life?
"Say my name bitch" Jason taunted.
Again I kept my mouth shut. If I were hoping for a sign of pleasure in response, or at least approval I was mistaken. All Jason did was grunt and then sigh.
"You may speak for now" he said grudgingly.
"Thank you Master Jason" was all I could think to say.
He nodded his head in reply and extended a hand to me. I grasped it and he pulled me roughly to my feet. He pulled my shirt out of my pants and pulled it rudely over my head before tossing it to the floor. Jason ran his smooth hands over my body, pinching my nipples, running a finger up into my bellybutton. I felt I should say something, but I had no idea what. He undid my belt and pulled it out of my pants before tossing that aside as well. My pants were unbuttoned and zipper slid down slowly. He ran his fingers through the moist hair that trailed down from my stomach to my crotch. My pants dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I kicked off my shoes and he pulled my socks off. Coming back up, he took me by surprise by suddenly stuffing my socks right into my mouth, which had been gaping in lust.
Jason motioned for me to turn around and I did. I was very aware that my boxer briefs were now not much more than a g-sting, they were wedged so far up between my cheeks. He let out a slow whistling breath before yanking my underwear again - one hard thrust upwards then down right to my ankles. Completely naked now, I turned to face him. I didn't even try to cover myself, I'm sure he'd expect me to and didn't want to give him the satisfaction of punishing me more. I was beginning to wonder if a guest spot was worth this abuse... but then again there was no way I was going to go back to being a starving wannabe actor in a city full of starving wannabe actors... Jason gazed at my semi-erect penis, but didn't say anything. His face did not betray his thoughts; he was completely impassive.
"You'll do. You're outfit is over there on the rack. Don't wear any underwear today, in fact I'm going to keep these ones here as a souvenir of your first day in my service. You're casting call is not until 9:45 so you might as well settle in for a little wait. There's a catered breakfast served down the hall, which you are welcome to share. Don't be shy, talk to the other actors, they won't bite. I'll be around all day so don't worry about being left alone. For the record, when we're alone or with one of the others, you are openly a bitch and I am your master. Out there though, we're just new friends, buddies. You will not refer to me as master, and if you slip up you will be punished severely later on when we're alone. Understand me bitch?"
I spit the socks out of my mouth, and replied in the affirmative. Jason nodded his head and turned to unlock the door. I just stood there, completely dumbfounded by what had just happened. Jason had mentioned `others', could there be other guys in his service? Jason pulled the door open, and just as I was realizing that I should really be trying to cover up, Jay Kenneth Johnson was revealed in the doorway. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of me...
Then they took on a playful glint as he eyed me up and down. Jason grabbed onto Jay's collar and pulled him into the room, shutting the door again behind him. He pushed Jay roughly towards me and he fell into me. I caught hold of his arms to steady him and then realized I was more or less cradling the young man in my arms. I felt my loins stir and fill with heat at the realization. Jay felt my hard dick brush against his pant leg and laughed in response, before pulling away - very slowly.
"Looks like he likes me!" Jay exclaimed, and playfully smacked my ass. I winced, still tender from yesterday.
"Keep your hands off of him, he's mine" Jason growled aggressively.
"What? No way, he should be mine!" Jay yelled back.
Before I could even blink, Jason was in Jay's face, his hand wrapped tightly around his collar. He glared into Jay's eyes, and the tall blond flinched away.
"Shut up you fucking idiot, Jason said calmly, or do you want to just announce to everyone that you're a little slut?"
Jason let go of Jay, who turned to face me with an embarrassed shrug and an impish look. I couldn't help but instantly like the guy, he seemed like such a breath of fresh air, especially after having met Jason. How weird that their personalities in real life seemed to be the complete opposite of the characters they portrayed on TV. Jay was fun, tall, blond with beautiful eyes. Jason was more squat, broader, with brown hair and dark features.
Jay's impish expression suddenly melted away into pained shock. I realized at the same time as he must have that he was about to undergo the same `treatment' I had just endured. Jason had him by his briefs and was yanking upward. Jay's face turned beet red and his eyes watered but he didn't make a sound. Finally, Jason released his underwear, but quickly yanked Jay's pants down around his ankles. Before his shirt fell to cover him, I saw clearly his rock hard dick outlined in his whiter than white short Calvin briefs.
"You two bitches stay here and get to know one another, you'll be spending a lot of time together later. But remember, Jay, he's mine, and so are you."
With that Jason turned to leave again, and this time there was no one else waiting outside the door. He shut it behind him and I quickly ran over and locked it. When I turned back, Jay was sitting on the couch, pants still around his ankles, sobbing. I pulled on my pants and sat down next to him.
"Sorry" was all I could think to say.
Jay let out one mirthless laugh, but kept sobbing quietly. I put my arm around him awkwardly, not sure what to do. He leaned inward and put his head on my shoulder. I could feel his warm tears running down my chest and pooling in my navel. I wanted to brush them from his cheeks, or lick them, I wanted to make everything better for him - partly because this felt really awkward, and partly because he'd seemed like a really nice guy, who was clearly hurting (and not just from a bad wedgy). I wanted to do so many things, but instead I just sat there. Finally, Jay spoke.
"I hate that fucking prick. He's only been here a few months longer than me and he thinks that gives him the right to boss me around... he doesn't even have that right, but I'm too much of a fucking pussy to stand up to him... This is just too much, I can't take it any more... You know what my agent told me? He says to me one day that I can get a part of Days of Our Lives, but there's one catch - I have to suck some bigwig's little dick. So I figure, what's five minutes on my knees compared to a lifetime of fortune right? What a fucking idiot I was. Sucking his puny cock was just the first step, slowly they drew me in... if I wanted to keep my job I had to suck this, run around naked... b.. bend over... And you know what? I could almost stomach it, in fact I even learned to enjoy the humiliation... but Jason, Jason I just can't take... He thinks he's such a fucking bad ass, but he's just a lowly little bitch like me... The others don't take him seriously, but they find him amusing - they find ME fucking amusing!"
I just sat there silently, letting Jay's emotional outburst subside. He was still cradled in my arms, but now he pulled away, sitting up. He had a slight smile on his face, but it looked forced.
"So why don't you get out?" I asked.
"Fucking contract."
"Oh."
"Besides, I want the fame and the money, you know? I've come this far and I don't want to just have done it all for nothing. It's just that fucking prick I can't take... You'll see what I mean soon, but you're lucky, you get to leave in a few days. I'm stuck here dealing with his shit."
"Couldn't you complain to someone?" I asked, not sure what to say.
"Are you kidding me? You think there's a complaints committee or something? You think I can talk to the producers about this? I'd be a laughing stalk. No, I'm in for the long haul."
Jay stood up and lifted his shirt up a little in order to pry his underwear out of his crack. I was treated to nice view of his pale white mounds. I got up and helped him. I don't know why, it was stupid and embarrassing for the both of us, but I did it anyway. He made a funny face at me and laughed, this time it sounded genuine.
"You're too nice for this business" Jay said suddenly, hitching up his pants.
"We'll see" I replied with what I hoped was a sly grin. I really wasn't feeling confident enough for it, but for some reason Jay seemed to make me feel more at ease. "Sir." I added with a grin.
"Don't worry about that shit with me, I was only trying to look out for you earlier when I claimed you as 'mine'. I know what shit Jason is going to put you through" Jay replied, becoming sincere.
"Thanks" I replied shyly.
Jay leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. My eyes widened in surprise, but my mouth opened in welcome. I felt his moist tongue slide in and together we tongue wrestled for moments, which stretched out into what seemed like hours. It was like we were in stasis, cut off from the world around us. Finally, we broke off. Jay looked at his watch and told me to hurry up and get dressed. And with that he was gone, and I was left alone again in my dressing room.
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Hope you're enjoying the story so far. This chapter more or less began to set things in motion. I have plenty of ideas for forthcoming chapters, but I'd love to hear suggestions. I've already taken a few into serious consideration. If you're feeling horny and craving some more action, definitely check out my next chapter, which should be much more sex-laden.
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