Audition - Southern Belles Part 1 (Erotic Romance Series) Page 2

  He smiled, one of his eyebrows rising slowly and seductively. “Of course, you would have a much better chance of getting the part if you were to help me stay, how do you say….motivated?.”

  Annie blinked, confused. “Motivated? How would I do that?”

  Vicktor leaned back, a disturbing smile slid across his face. “Well, I can think of a few things that would make me very motivated.”

  Annie followed his gaze, realizing that he was staring at her breasts. She covered them slightly, trying to catch his gaze. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?”

  He leaned forward, grabbing his chin, his finger lightly tapping his cheek. “I only want to help you,” he said. “But first, you’ve got to help me.”

  She was so shocked that she was speechless. Unfortunately, he took that as a yes.

  “It’s simple. We slip somewhere a little more private, you take care of me, and then, I will take care of you with the director. It’s a win-win situation, wouldn’t you say?”

  “No, I would not!” Annie said, standing. She was so furious, she reached for her drink, ready to throw it in his face, but it was empty.

  He stood, raising his hands defensively. “Come on, Miss Gibbons. Don’t be like that. Like I said, I’m only trying to help you.”

  Annie had enough. Sure, she wanted this job… a lot. She just didn’t want it enough to sleep with this asshole. She was so angry she could spit. No, she could do better. She raised her hand and slapped him with all the force she could muster.

  He spun a little, grabbing his cheek, in shock, turning back to stare at her. “This is -”

  Glaring, she turned to see the waiter bringing the appetizers that he had ordered and sneered back at Vicktor. “Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Rossen.”

  She stormed out of the restaurant and down the street toward her car. Sitting in the drivers seat, she texted Daveed. ‘Your boss is a complete asshole’

  ‘Sweetie, I could have told u that’

  It dawned on her that she wasn’t going to get the part. It would have been a major breakthrough in her career, but at least she had the rest of the day off and got to sit at the best table in Sin Devicio’s. Too bad she didn’t get to eat their amazing food she heard so much about. But…she sure as hell wasn’t going to take him up on his offer, though. Arrogant bastard. Men!

  Arriving home, she kicked off her shoes and poured herself a drink. Crap! I just slapped the famous casting director, Vic Rossen! I’ll never work in this town again! Shit! She still felt the sting on her palm from slapping him. Crazy bastard! I’ll show him! Pacing back and forth around her apartment, thinking about what just happened and cussing him out in her head, she slid off her dress and threw on a big t-shirt. Comfort and wine, works every time.

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  Chapter 4

  When Annie arrived in LA, she spoke with a thick southern drawl. Her acting teacher recommended speech classes to get rid of it or at least tone it down. She said something about being more versatile and getting better parts if Annie could lose the twang. So she did, except when she was mad, or having sex.

  Right now she was about to do both.

  She reached into the top drawer and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She loved this one. Silky smooth silicone, curved slightly, the bulbous tip was bigger than the shaft, and it pulsed, so it massaged her G-spot like no man ever had. And the best part…the soft little rabbit sticking out the side that gently, or violently, if needed, massaged her clit…to utter oblivion. And right now was the perfect time to get oblivious.

  She grabbed some lube and slicked it up, although she was so furious, her pussy was already sopping wet. She giggled to herself. Why does stress always make me wanna have sex? Is that like the fight or flight? Only my response is fight and fuck? Lying back on the bed, her mind was still racing about the indecent proposal. How could he? She gently slid the slick, vibrating tip across her clitoris, opening the soft folds of her sex...I’ll show him!

  Gently sliding the vibrating dildo inside her, she pushed the pulse button, Sorry-son-of-a-bitch! Gasping as it started to massage her G-spot, “Mmmm…..right there,” she mumbled with her thick southern drawl. The vibrations were gently tantalizing her muscles and Annie knew she wasn’t going to last long with Mr. Rabbit.

  She slowly withdrew and thrust it back inside, who does he think he is? Feeling the vibrating sensation run through her body, she reached up with her other hand, rolling her nipple between her fingers, enjoying the sensation of pleasing herself. I don’t need a man!

  Her orgasm quickly built up inside her. “Fuck…ye-ah” holding the dildo deep inside her, pushing a button, hearing it buzz louder, the rabbit now titillating her clit, she started to jerk and tremble, “Fuck!” she cried out, rolling back and forth on her bed, her climax coming surprisingly fast and hard.

  She screamed as she exploded all over the purple dildo, holding it tight inside her, jerking and shaking as the rabbit massaged her clit and the pulsing head thrummed against her inner muscles. Her whole body jerked with pure satisfaction, the lunch incident completely forgotten as the rocking waves of her orgasm sent her completely into lala land. Utter bliss. Oblivion. She held it there, trembling and panting until her orgasm subsided, her breathing finally steadied and she slid it out, laying there spent, Mr. Rabbit lying quietly next to her. Best boyfriend ever…

  Feeling like she just got fucked by the most incredible lover, she shivered and exhaled reaching to the nightstand for her phone.

  She texted her best friend. ‘Didn’t get the part :( a-hole wanted a poa’

  ‘im sorry, pls tell me u didn’t’ Marti replied.

  ‘no, im no ho’

  ‘Oh well… better luck nx time’

  ‘sleepy now call u l8r’

  ‘k lov u miss u’

  ‘lov u 2 miss u’

  She pulled the sheet up over her bare bottom thinking about her battery operated fuck session and how she always felt dirty afterwards. Like someone was watching her writhing around on the bed, screaming bad words with a huge purple dildo hanging out her pussy and they were going to tell someone or something. Doesn’t everybody do it?

  She sighed, totally satiated, rolled over and drifted off to sleep. Errands would have to wait.

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  Chapter 5

  Over the next few weeks, Daveed and Annie got closer as friends, having lunch together, he took her riding on his Harley and she even invited him to the restaurant she worked at for dinner. Even though he was gay, she really liked hanging out with him and they talked and talked about auditions, Hollywood, his sordid love life and her non-existent one. He was just like one of the girls and she appreciated that. She grew to trust him and felt like she could tell him anything.

  She finally had a Saturday off and they met for breakfast downtown, sitting outside on the veranda, enjoying French toast and coffee, Daveed inhaled, he was excited. “Annie… I know you’ve been auditioning forever now, and Girl, I know it hurts your precious little heart when no one calls back. So – “

  “Are you saying I’m not any good? That I suck?”

  He waved his hand, “Oh no honey, I think you’re all that and a bag-o-chips, but what I wanted to say before you rudely interrupted,” he smiled. “- was…”

  A grin slid across Annie’s face, he was such a cutie. So dramatic. “Sorry,” she shrugged, “what?”

  He pursed his lips, rolling his eyes, and he leaned in to tell her. “Well – “he paused.

  “What? Tell me.”

  “We have an appointment with my stylist today and you, sweetie pie, are going to get your sweet, beautiful ass on that Harley and go to Hollywood with me and we are so gonna have a spa day!” His face was beaming. ”Hair, nails, pedi’s the works…’cause I can’t have my best girl being all stressed out. Doesn’t look good on you. Causes wrinkles. Crows feet are horrendous.”

  “Oh my gosh, do I really look that bad?” She sighed.

  “No, girl, you’re beautiful, jus
t stressed, so eat up so we can get over there. You are going to LOVE my stylist…Jean, he’s hot, but not as hot as me and his ass is so tight and yummy, yes, dear, I went there, and –“

  “Shhhh – okay, I’ll go, I’ll go…just let me eat.” She laughed, happy to finally have a friend who truly cared about her and excited about their ‘Spa day’.

  After breakfast, she quickly braided her hair, stuffed it up under the bright pink helmet and jumped on his Harley. She loved the feeling of the wind in her face and the vibrations of the hog as they rode into Hollywood. He pulled into the parking lot of an art deco building right on the corner of Hollywood and Vine.

  Stepping down off the bike, he pulled his helmet off and warned her. “Now this is an uber-elite spa, honey. You can get anything you want here, hair, nails, waxing, massages, sex, drugs, anything. The front is the upscale, high-end, super elite regular spa, but in the back, watch out. I know everyone who works here, so if you see something you want, honey, even if it’s just to watch, let me know, I’ll hook you up. They have a very discreet menu that will either make your skin crawl or you’ll cream just looking at it.”

  “Oh, well, all righty then… shit! You didn’t tell me this before we came over here to your – your sex…cavern.” She said nervously. Worried about what she might find inside.

  “Honey, I’m not here for sex, I got a man, and I don’t do drugs, never touched ‘em but my man Jean is amazing with my ‘do and I need to get it squared up and tight. I’m just letting you know in case you need a good fuckin’,” he laughed, his eyes twinkling in the sunlight.

  As they walked in, Annie was surprised; it actually looked like an upscale spa. The room was bright, tropical plants everywhere and the sweet smell of lavender and mint filled the room. She curiously looked around to see if she could see any back alley stuff happening and no, she didn’t see a thing. She took a deep breath and exhaled. Good, ‘cause all the stuff he told me outside worried me. Her nervousness subsided as Daveed walked over to the front desk and checked them in.

  “Daveed! My lovely, you have arrived at last! Oh…what a fright! You have let yourself go.” as Jean walked him over to his station, his French accent oozing out of his mouth. “And who, pray tell me, is this pretty mademoiselle who has graced my presence?”

  “Knock it off, Jean, she’s my friend Annie I was telling you about, we have to get her all sexed up and beautiful” He winked at her.

  Annie gasped, her face aghast.. “Sexed up? No! I’m not here to get sexed up. I thought we were getting ‘squared up’, Daveed. Y’all are about half crazy!” Annie’s eyes were huge, she wondered what Daveed had in store, but was terrified to ask.

  He laughed. “Don’t worry, girlfriend, we just frontin’. And Jean….” He looked at the hairdresser and snapped his fingers, “I have NOT let myself go, I am the finest thing in here, so cut my freakin’ hair, hook me up or shut up!”

  “Daveed, Daveed, you are so beetchy, like a girl, yes, you are just like a leetle girl. Beetch.” Jean grimaced. He loved Daveed, but he could be so bitchy sometimes.

  Annie laughed under her breath, whispering to Daveed “Beetch.”

  They talked and laughed as they got their hair cut, colored, styled and Annie got some lowlights on her dark hair.

  There were beautiful men and women pampering her while they filed her nails and painted her toes. She was in the lap of luxury and very grateful to Daveed for her relaxing spa day.

  “Girl, I need a wax. You with me?”

  “Y – you wax?”

  “Yeah! Girl, my junk is clean! Smooth as a baby’s butt. Wanna see? Oh God, no, you don’t wanna see, not right now anyway. I’ll show you after Michael does his amazing work. Hope my...” looking down at his crotch,”...well, let’s just say I hope he behaves himself, Michael is fucking hot,” whispering and pointing at his bulge.

  “TMI, Daveed, TMI. And no, I don’t wanna see, now or ever. That’s just wrong on so many levels. So, let’s get on it. It’s getting late. I’m getting hungry, too.”

  Daveed hollered over at Jean who was busy flirting with a new customer. “Jean, baby, can you order us some takeout? We’ll be in the back.”

  “Ah, yes, now I am zee beetch.” He laughed, picking up the phone and ordering Chinese.

  Annie nervously walked into the back room, not knowing what she would find. A beautiful black woman with long braids and smooth dark skin grabbed her hand and escorted her to the esthetician’s private room. She could hear Michael and Daveed giggling and talking as the lady shut the door.

  The room was very pleasant, nothing Annie had expected, but then, she didn’t know what to expect, she had never done this before. Soft music was playing on the speakers and there was a clinical looking table in the middle of the room. It wasn’t as bright as Annie had thought it would be. The woman handed her a glass of red wine.

  “To calm your nerves,” she smiled as Annie took the glass. “What are we doing today, miss?”

  “Uhm – a wax.” Annie was nervous; she had never waxed her pubes before, just shaved.

  “First time?” She smiled. Annie nodded. “My name is Sara and don’t worry, I’ll walk you through this. We have many different types of body and genital waxing… bikini, Brazilian, landing strip; do you know what you want?”

  “Everything gone, please.” She said nervously, her throat tightening up.

  “Okay, Brazilian it is. Please remove your panties, you can set them over there, and let me see what we have to work with.”

  “M – m – my panties?”

  “Well, honey, how do you think I can wax your snatch if it’s covered in panties?” She laughed, trying to get Annie to calm down.

  “Oh, yeah, right.” Annie slid her panties off and sat on the table.

  “Your robe, too, don’t be shy, I do this all the time, I’ll cover your private parts.”

  Annie slipped off her robe and Sara covered her breasts and ran her thumb over Annie’s mound. “Perfect, just enough grow out for the wax to grab them and pull them out. You will notice a sting, but I have this topical spray that will dull the pain.”

  Annie lay back on the table, and felt the cool spray on her snatch. Exhaling, she thought about Daveed getting his dick waxed. He was a funny guy, but she didn’t know too much about his gay lifestyle and she learned new things every day.

  She felt a warm sensation on top of her mound. She cringed; she didn’t know if she could do this.

  R – I – I – I – I – P! She jumped, “Owww!”

  “You okay?” Applying more wax on her. R – I – I – I – I – P! That one was not so bad; the anesthetic spray was finally starting to work.

  Annie spread her legs so Sarah could wax her vulva and with a few more wax pulls, Sara told Annie to roll over with her butt in the air.

  “What? You want my butt in the air?”

  “Yes, hon, and legs spread.”

  Annie rolled over and stuck her ass in the air. She felt bare and vulnerable knowing Sara was looking at her most intimate parts very closely. A warm application of wax, right along the side of her anus, Annie squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth.

  R – I – I – I – I – P!

  Her eyes watered and she asked for some more soothing spray. Sara obliged and in a few short minutes, it was all over. Sara rubbed some cooling lotion on the freshly waxed area and handed her a mirror. Annie checked out her new bald nether regions. “Hey, that wasn’t so bad,” rubbing her smooth, silky mound. She slid off the table, put on her robe and panties, handed Sara a generous tip and went to find Michael and Daveed.

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  Chapter 6

  Walking through the corridor, Annie was nervous. She was afraid of what she might find, but to her amazement, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Daveed was already out front eating Chinese food at the coffee bar talking to someone Annie hadn’t seen before. Hmmm….I wonder who that muffin is?

  “Daveed, is it massage time yet?”


  “Oh, honey, I am so glad you are enjoying your day, how was the snatch wax?”

  “Not as bad as I thought,“ sitting down, embarrassed that he was talking about her freshly waxed pussy in front of a stranger.

  “Oh, silly me…Annie, this is Bruce, Bruce, Annabelle, but we call her Annie.” He winked at her, “Bruce is the owner of this fine, upstanding establishment...and an amazing entrepreneur.” He looked over at Bruce, beaming. “Built this spa from the ground up in West Hollywood, had to upsize and now he owns the hottest real estate in town.”

  Bruce stood up, he was about 6’4”, short blonde hair, tight jeans, and his arm muscles rippled as he stuck out his hand. In a handsomely sexy, deep voice that made her shiver, “Hello, Annie nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you around here, is this your first time?”

  Shit! He’s huge and hunky. Where have you been all my life? She stood up, swallowing her food, and shook his hand “Yes it is. Amazing place you have here, I haven’t looked this good in ages,” batting her eyes, fawning over him. “Really glad to meet you, too.”

  She turned to Daveed, “Massage?”

  ‘Yes, honey, yes!” he answered her, exasperated. “We’re going now” as he stood up, winking at Bruce. “Women!”

  “Great! Just lead the way.”

  “Come on, girl, God, you are so fucking high maintenance,” walking her toward a dark, out of the way room. “And Annie...girl, puh-leese quit drooling, he’s gay,” he smiled and winked. “You really need to step up your gay-dar.”

  “There is no way that huge hunk of a man is gay.”

  “Uh, well - he is and my cock will prove it!”

  “Never mind, Daveed, you are such a ho.” Walking into the massage room, she instantly felt at ease. It was very well lit, water streamed down the walls into a steamy shallow pool. She could smell an aroma of fresh mint lingering in the air.

  The masseuse guided them to two tables and they took off their robes and in her bra and panties, she lay face down, the masseuse covered their bottoms with warm towels. Annie let out a sigh. They had been at the spa for over 6 hours, getting pampered, waxed and primped and this was going to be a great finish to a long day.