Stars are Born in Spring

The homes got bigger and bigger as they cruised through the streets of Beverly Hills. Gradually they entered a what looked like an artificially manicured forest. The road wound around to a gate that seemed to open automatically. After riding for a few more minutes through a golf course, they finally arrived at the circle drive of the Chiles Estate. Gordon's driver exited the vehicle and opened the door for May. As she walked into the foyer, May was momentarily distracted by the splendor of Gordon's home. Marble floors, columns, and statues of people she didn't recognize surronded her. She felt like she was in a museum. It took less than a second for May's awe to subside. She stopped mid stide and said, "I want to see my sister, now."

"Of course, follow me to my office," Gordon replied.

Gordon's office was a short walk down a hallway from the front door. It was around the size of a basketball court. On the far side, there was a glass table with four laptop computers. There were eight lcd screens surrounding the table. Behind that table, was a large desk where Gordon worked. The walls were lined with hundreds of books. Gordon invited May to make herself comfortable as he sat behind his desk, "Please, take a seat."

Naturally, May was angry, afraid, and nervous all at the same time. She managed to keep her voice steady, however, as she forcefully said, "I'll stand."

"Of course, you want to see April." Gordon flicked on the two monitors behind him and picked up the phone on his desk. Anger filled May as she saw April sitting in a chair. She was blind-folded, ball-gagged, with her hands tied behind her. Gordon watched the rage build in May's eyes as he counted in his head, "eight, nine, ten." Then he spoke into the phone, "Tell April to speak to her sister."

A man walked behind April and removed the gag. The camera angle was such that not much more than his hands and arms could be seen. April sounded desperate and terrified as she cried out, "Please, just do as they say! They said they'd let me go if we just..."

April was interrupted by the replacement of the ball-gag. Calmly, Gordon said into the phone, "If I don't call back in ten minutes dispose of the girl." Then, he turned off the monitor.

"No, don't..." The words slipped out of May's mouth as the image of her sister was abruptly taken away from her.

Gordon turned over an hour-glass. "I know you don't have time to waste. Obviously, I don't care about that. But, my time is precious. So, let's get down to brass tacks. You have ten minutes to get me off. Now, get on your knees and suck my dick like a good girl."

May's emotions were going crazy. She instantly felt foolish for thinking that Gordon wanted money. The floors in his foyer were worth more than everything she owned. She was disgusted at the proposition that Gordon offered/demanded. Most of all, May was horrified that April's life was clearly in danger. It was then that she actually looked at Gordon Chiles for the first time. He was wearing a dark grey suit and a black shirt. The top 3 buttons were undone. He had one of those neatly trimmed mustaches that connects to his gotee. He was clearly middle-aged, but not bad looking. "This man is a disgusting piece of shit," May thought.

Gordon stepped around his desk. May stood rigidly about three feet from his desk. Gordon stepped between May and his desk and said, "Look, you can stop thinking about it. Time is running out on your sister." Gordon was used to women fawning over him and his money. Maybe that was why the anger in May's eyes was a bit of a turn on. Gordon wasn't sure about that. What he was sure of, however, was that he had her. A sly smile came over his face as he came to this realization.

Gordon took a moment to look over his prize. May was very short. She couldn't have been more than 5'2". She wore a brightly colored orange, pink, and red sundress with matching tennis shoes. She had on a small platinum necklace with a lightning bolt charm. Her hair was jet black and cut just below her ears. A red lightning bolt barret pinned her long bangs away from her face. Noticing a theme, Gordon reached for the charm and inquired, "What's the significance of the lightning bolts?"

Before Gordon's hand reached her, May grabbed his wrists. "Don't touch me," she barked. May could tell that Gordon was enjoying her defiance and it disgusted her even further. She grabbed his wrist and squeezed as hard as she could. Gordon was thrown off for a second by her strength. But, he quickly regained his composure and simply said, "eight-minutes."

May released his wrist and tilted her head toward the floor. "When this is over, I'm having this asshole arrested," May thought as she slowly knelt in front of Gordon. She quickly took his pants down and pulled his half-hard dick out. It was average size, so she put the whole thing in her mouth and began to fondle his balls. Gordon leaned on the desk behind him and held on as his cock stiffened in her mouth.

May wrapped her index finger and thumb around his shaft and jerked as fast as she could. Gordon could already feel himself approaching the point of no return. He gently tilted May's head up so he could look in her almond-shaped eyes. Her complexion was the color of honey. Her skin seemed to almost glow. He began to lose control as he watched her full lips slide up and down his cock. May's eyes opened comically wide as Gordon grabbed the sides of her face and pushed himself to the back of her throat. May began gagging. She pushed Gordon away just as his cum spilled onto the back of her tongue.

May fell onto her hands and knees and spit Gordon's cum on the floor. "Now I've got to get my carpet cleaned," Gordon laughed out.

May cursed him between coughs, "fuck you."

Gordon helped her to her feet and handed her a glass of water from his wet bar. May swished the water trying to get the taste of semen out of her mouth. "Now, let my sister go."

"You have one more task to complete, follow me," Gordon ordered.

Without a word, May complied, as the sand in the hour-glass ran out.

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Johnny Slade had been in the business for a little more than 3 years. He was pretty satisfied with his career so far and this was a fantastic opportunity for him. For the first time since his first gig, he was a little anxious. As he watched the crew put the final touches on the set he noticed that he didn't know any of them. "Well, they are a new company," thought Slade.

Just then, a familiar face walked through the door. Her name was Heather Vaughn. She'd been a porn star for ten years doing mainly "teen" films. She was of Irish and Italian decent. Her fans were crazy for her petite figure, baby face, and a sunny disposition. No one ever came away from a Heather Vaughn scene thinking that she wasn't having a good time. Everyone loved to work with her. Recently, she'd had the opportunity to direct a scene. It hadn't been released yet, so she was anxious to find out how it would be received. Gordon Chiles' contact in the industry recommended Heather for this particular roll. She seemed like the perfect fit.

"Holy shit," Slade jumped out of his chair when he saw Heather. "I didn't know you were in this shoot!"

Heather gave her friend a hug, "Calm down, John. I'm directing."

"Excellent...excellent," Slade replied. "I want another crack at you though," Slade said with a laugh.

Slade's first scene of his career was with Heather. He struggled mightily at first, but Heather was understanding and kept the director from jumping on him about it. They finished the scene strong and have been friends ever since.

"I'm never fucking you again. You came in my mouth and didn't call afterward," Heather joked.

After a laugh, Heather started getting serious. She really wanted this scene to go well. "Have you read the script?"

"Yeah, she's down with everything, huh?" Slade was impressed. "I mean ATM in your first film? Damn."

"We're gonna edit that shit together," Heather replied. "I don't do that for real, so I ain't having her do it. You ready to go?"

"Born ready. I still think you should get in on this though," coaxed Johnny.

Heather giggled, "You've got enough on your plate. I've never seen thighs like that on a girl that small! I love her body."

"Oh yeah, she's the shit," agreed Johnny. "I didn't even know she was trying to get into the biz. You heard anything on why she's doing this?"

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"You'll be making a little film for me," Gordon explained as they walked up a winding staircase. "As long as you do as you're told, you'll be on your way in an hour or so."

"I'm not fucking you on camera. No... no fuck that." May was defiant. She stopped in her tracks and stood rigid.

"Well no, you're not fucking me on camera, I have a reputation to uphold. What you WILL do, however, is make this movie," Gordon ordered. "I admire your attitude, I really do. But the fact of the matter is that you're in NO position to negotiate. I know this is difficult for you, but you only has two choices: do what you're told, or your sister dies. So, what's it gonna be?"

"You won't get away with this," May said as she reluctantly followed him up the stairs.

"I already have," Gordon replied.

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