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Day Job
By Katie McN (address defunct)
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A Hollywood power broker, gets all the breaks. (MFFF,
reluc, humor)
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Author's note: This story contains degradation,
humiliation and many other very cool things wrapped in a
thin veneer of sex. Please stop reading now if you can
be offended by anything like this.
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Reventlow Paladrino is probably the most important man
in Hollywood.
No, you haven't heard of him. Of course not. The guy is
the ultimate insider. But, can you think of any other
person who could command the use of the Jules Stein
Office on the sixteenth floor of the MCA Black Tower
with just a single phone call?
RP is the brains behind six of the top ten grossing
pictures of all time. His deal financing is so fucking
amazing. Why, I remember a time back in the late
seventies, when he almost put Bank of America out of
business with one of his 225% participation programs. I
mean the guy is beyond belief... he fucking has it all.
But, I've got to say that I admire him most for all the
pussy he gets. I mean he gets more gash than King
Solomon ever did, if you know what I mean, Jerry.
When it comes to pussy, I get more than my fair share,
Jer, but this guy. Wow. And some of the stories you
hear.
Unbelievable!
Take last time... He was doing principal casting for the
"Life of Mother Theresa."
No, of course not, Jerry, he never leaves the important
details like that to his little people.
That's one of the reasons he is so fucking great.
Anyhow, he brought in the three actresses. Big
actresses!
You know... three of the very top cunts in the business.
They each thought they had a lock on the part of Mom T,
meeting or no.
I don't really want to mention their names here in the
Studio Commissary, but I'll just say number two, four
and five box office gross leaders over the last three
years. Yep, that's right, you know who I mean.
Hey, don't bust my balls on this, Jer.
Of course, I know he went with an unknown on that film.
But fuck man, the guy was just trying to get laid by
some of the hottest broads in films. These cunts
normally keep their golden pussies under lock and key
and don't put out for anybody.
It was a total scam start to finish, baby. No shit.
Way I hear it, all three of them showed up at his office
around two in the afternoon, and the first thing they
noticed was each other.
He didn't bother to tell them they were going to meet
with the others, as a group. It must of been funnier
than shit. Fuck, did I laugh out loud the first time I
heard about it.
Hell yes they were steamed! They couldn't leave when
they found out, either, even though they wanted to real
bad. I mean, they knew if they left they'd lose out on
the biggest role of the year.
That fucking guy is sheer genius.
I mean three of the most competitive broads in the whole
town, standing right there, steaming. All three of 'em
decided on the spot that they were going do anything,
and I mean anything, to shit on the other two.
Look, Jerry, I don't think it's a good idea for ya to
continue to mention their names here. Someone might be
listening, baby.
Let's just call 'em A, B and C in case some shit is
trying to overhear our conversation. Yah, we gotta make
a living in this town, Jer.
Well, RP came out of his office and acted just like a
meeting with these three broads is every day.
"Hello A. You look so good darling."
"B, have you changed your hair? Goodness you sure can
warm an old guy like me up."
"C who is dressing you these days, baby? God, you're
looking great."
Yah, yah, we all heard his shit before. Still fucking
works though. The guy is something else.
Anyhow, he had a bottle of Dom cooling in the office.
The big fucker, I don't know what they call it, Jer,
don't drink that shit myself. But the broads... they
were eating it up.
First, he got them warmed up by telling 'em that
marketing figured the story should box office at 200
million plus. Where the fuck those guys get that shit,
I'll never know.
The babes believed every fucking thing RP said. He got
their attention real good and more than ever they wanted
to get that fucking Mother T role.
The real ass kicker was when he told them that he didn't
give a shit about the money. No, no. This was the film
he had waited all his life to do, and he was going to
put everything the studio had behind the picture.
RP told the broads he expected Oscars all around. Ya
know, Cannes out the ying yang and fucking Golden
Globes. Mother Fucking Theresa! Holy shit!
But, they bought it, Jer, hook line and sinker. Hook
fucking line and sinker, baby. Damn, I wish we'd been
there, Jerry. Shit, must a been a fucking zoo.
Now comes the major league hook.
RP reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a story
treatment. He told 'em he was thinking Spielberg for
this masterpiece and explained that the film was looking
like 3 plus hours of dialog, so good Shakespeare would
have given his left nut to write it.
Needless to say, he got B's attention, right away. You
know how she is really into those endless tragic
bullshit movies, and add some fucking director who can't
speak English, why, you just know, she would have a hard
time keeping her hand from sneaking down to her pussy.
The chicks found out the story was going to provide some
early life details of the Sainted Mother. Ya know,
little known shit some scholars at USC Film School were
able to dig up. RP sure as shit got them to stand up and
take notice with that crap, let me tell you.
It was easy for RP to see they were ready to kill each
other to get the part, and no chance they would let one
of other bimbos be the one to land it either. No fucking
way, baby.
He told them that nudity is integral to the story, and
asked if "Anyone got a problem with this as long as it's
tastefully done?" No, no. They all remembered their
early days when they were just getting started, and,
shit, they can do nudity standing on their heads. Wait a
minute, C did stand on her head in that one Adam and Eve
vid. Yah, only a few people saw that one before the
studio bought up the negative. You know, Jerry, I bet,
no one ever figured out how she picked up the beer
bottle after she squatted down on it, but that's another
story.
"Whoever gets this role has to start out playing her at
14 and go all the way to 92 years of age. We can do the
92 in makeup, but the 14 is another problem." The big
man.
"All of you know Mother Theresa was a hooker before she
saw the light." They didn't know, but felt it would be
bad form to let on, and so they all just nodded their
heads and agreed with RP.
"Okay, we got to get the audience into this film. We
can't let anyone think we're making some exploitation
shit, not with these real meaty scenes where you can
just feel her pain. I'm sure you babes can see this is
Oscar fucking material for sure. Now you three bimbos
are the best looking women in Hollywood or anywhere else
for that matter. So I got no problem with you playing
hookers. I just can't take a chance on you being prima
fucking donnas and killing the budget with a bunch of
bullshit demands. You all understand what I'm saying,
don't you?" RP was coming across like some combination
of Spielberg and Hitchcock and they just looked at him
awestruck.
"Look, any one of you can get a deal where you fart into
a bottle for $15 million. That's not the point, ladies.
Fuck no! Now, I'm going to have everything on the line
with this film and unless you're willing to go that
extra mile, I can't take a chance with you." Pure class,
RP, yes!
It sounded like fucking art to the broads, and they
wanted the part so bad they could just shit.
"Okay. Let's see the legs, girls." RP was taking charge
now.
The three grand dames of the motion picture industry
were looking at him in stunned disbelief, but he just
stayed cool, very cool.
"Look, you don't have to do any of this shit. No fucking
way. You're big stars, but I can't take a chance on
picking a leading lady who won't follow my vision."
Next thing you know A's dress was moving up over the
knees, and yes, she still wears seamed stockings and a
garter belt. You know how she likes to accidentally show
off those incredible legs when she gets in and out of
cars. Yep, she flashes beaver shots out the wazzoo,
baby. You've seen it, Jerry, her pussy looks real good
with her legs spread wide and her love box airing out in
the breeze.
Well shit, Jerry, the other babes got their dresses
going up, too. There was no fucking chance someone was
going to top one of those bimbos. The Mother Fucking
Theresa part was pure juice and it was all they could
think about, baby.
RP just stood there and watched those three broads run
amuck.
The dames didn't act like they were paying attention to
each other, but, sure as shit, they saw everything that
was going on with the other two bitches.
When A got her skirt up an inch or so higher than B, it
was like no time at all before B was up 2 more inches,
and fucking C beat all three of 'em soon as she saw what
was happening. RP got to look at three of the biggest
money broads in Hollywood with their dresses pulled up
around their necks, looking just like starlets getting
ready to hit the casting couch.
Fucking RP promised me he'd show me the video his hidden
cameras took, but he never has, Jerry, and am I pissed.
"Okay girls, this is getting us fucking nowhere." RP was
smiling and beaming as he checked out what kind of
underwear these babes were wearing. Fuck, Jerry, I would
of ripped right through the front of my pants and cum
all over myself if I'd been there.
"Screw this leg shit, why not just take your dresses
off, and quit fooling around."
Well, at this point, C was fucking into it and not
really thinking about what he was saying. No, she was
just out to kick some ass, and the other two bitches
weren't going to get one inch ahead of her.
Well, off came C's dress and she was standing there in
nothing but heels and panty hose. No, Jerry, she doesn't
wear underwear. I can't remember her ever wearing any to
tell you the truth. Yah, I can't agree with you more,
baby, those tits are so fucking firm, she doesn't need
any help to keep them pointing at you like two fucking
rockets.
Shit, Jerry, the other two girls saw this and they
couldn't wait to take off their clothes. It was like a
strip show, baby. They were all watching each other and
when one made a move and took something off, the other
ones matched it piece for piece. Off came the dresses,
slips, bras, garter belts and stockings. Man, in no time
at all, three of the best looking bimbos you'd ever want
to see were standing there in nothing but their high
heels and jewelry. I would of blown my wad right then,
Jerry, fucking A.
RP, though, remained very calm as the broads were
ripping their clothes off in a fucking frenzy. You know,
that guy has more class than a football. Next, he told
the broads that he had something they just had to see in
his inner office, and off they went naked as jay birds,
not even thinking if they would see their clothes again.
Man, the guy knows his shit and we missed the whole
fucking thing.
Well, once RP and the bimbos got inside his inner
office, he handed them scripts and told them that they
had some real work to do.
"Okay A and B, I want to see how sensitively you'll
handle this love scene. What do you mean where's the
guy? Fucking Mother Theresa was a lesbian before she got
converted. What the fuck's wrong with you broads?"
B didn't figure anything was wrong with her, and she
wanted that part more than you could imagine. A was also
ready to do whatever it took to get the part, and didn't
give a shit what it was, either.
Well, RP got to stand there and watch A and B sucking on
each others' tongues for just about ever, and the word I
got is that these two broads knew a hell of a lot more
about lezzie shit than a straight bitch should. Yah,
Jerry, just about every big name fem star in town is a
lezzie, so it really wasn't a stretch for them to get it
on like that.
RP just stood there and kind of made suggestions like
he's the director. "B suck on her tit like you mean it,
girl. A get your hand moving between her legs so she can
really feel something. This is gonna be a close up shot,
so make it look real, baby. I want to hear some
screaming and moaning here, just like you do when you
really get off." Well, this didn't really turn out to be
a big problem for the babes, Jerry, since they were
getting off big time right about then anyhow.
RP had the two stars on the couch in his office going at
it like two porn stars at a fuck festival. And, Jerry,
they were getting hot while he stood there cool as he
could be. "Finger this. Suck that. Grab the other."
Where the fuck were we, Jerry?
Eventually, RP had them stop the hot action. It was
really more to get C into the picture than him giving a
shit that A and B were fucking exhausted after they came
about three times each.
"Okay C, A and B proved they could get into character,
so now it's up to you. I want you to imagine that you
are in the convent and not really converted yet. Yah,
you're very horny cause you haven't been with another
broad in days. Okay, you got the picture, so lay down on
the couch and do yourself."
"What the fuck do you mean you won't finger yourself?
You saw A and B doing a lezzie act so get that hand
moving or get the fuck out of here." RP is so suave.
Yep, next thing you know, C was going to town doing the
one hand wonder on her very fine looking pussy. She was
not just going through the motions, baby. Nope, she's a
method actress, and she was making it look good cause
she was really doing herself. It was so very hot, Jer,
her fucking hand looked like a blur moving so fast
between her legs.
The other two broads were watching the action and
getting a little worried that C was pulling ahead of
them. They never saw a broad do herself that good before
and they were getting real hot and horny, too. C got so
into it that she started moaning and was real close to
getting off. She expected RP to say cut at this point,
but nope, he just let her go on and on and on.
Well, Jerry, you know what happened next, and, yes, C
came like there was no tomorrow. The fucking bitch was
loud, baby. Man, that must have been a turn on for
everybody who was there watching her, that's for damn
sure.
After C collapsed on the couch, RP looked A in the eye
and said he was going to leave. No shit, just like that,
Jerry. "Wait a minute." You heard 'em all pissing.
"We're just getting started here and we want the fucking
part." Blah, blah, blah, you can just imagine them
getting all hot and bothered.
"Look, I've been watching some really hot action and I
can't take it any more. I'm gonna have to go out and get
laid right this fucking minute. I don't know how long
it'll take until I find someone to do me so you broads
will just have to run along." Don't you feel for him,
Jerry? Shit.
Yah baby, you can just picture how it went from there
with those hotties. Yep, next thing you know, A was
spreading her very fine legs right on top of RP's desk
begging him to fuck her. No shit, Jer.
RP dropped his pants and got right into it without
missing a beat. He told her to play with her tits to
help him get off fast so they can get back to work. Hell
yes, two of the nicest looking boobies you ever saw
getting the A treatment, if you know what I mean. Ha,
ha.
Well, it didn't take RP too long before he got his rocks
off again. So, now the broads figured he's getting back
to work, but no fucking way, baby.
He looked right at B and said, "Look, this isn't fair to
you, B. A had a chance to fuck me so she pulls way ahead
in the casting department. No B, it's not very fair, but
I'm a man, and we all think with our dicks, if you know
what I mean."
B knew and got real pissed. "You asshole, why didn't you
give me a chance to fuck your brains out. I'd a torn you
apart." Man, she was hot. You've seen her like this,
Jerry, holy shit.
RP, being the benevolent guy he is, says, "Okay, I'll
make it up to you, B baby, you can give me a blow job
instead. Time to get your knees dirty, darling."
Wow, she really started screaming at him when she heard
that. "You fucking scumbag! You just came, mother
fucker, and even my world class blow job couldn't do
anything for you now."
"Okay, okay, I know how to make this fair, B." RP had to
come up with something to cool her off. "A get your ass
behind me and get on your knees. Yah, that's good." A
got right to it soon as he told her what to do. That
girl always did take direction well. Ha, ha.
"Here's the deal bimbos. B sucks me off and A rims me at
the same time. And, listen A, I want to feel that tongue
boring into my asshole. If it isn't good, I'm taking
points off you. Understand?"
Obviously, she did. She had already reached around and
had his pants half way down to the floor. Never saw a
broad like her, before or since, Jerry. She could trip
you and beat you to the ground best two out of three.
B was getting right into it, too. The broad dropped to
her knees and had RP's whopper in her mouth lickity-
split. Damn, can you imagine B sucking you and A rimming
you at the same time, Jer? Really, who could ask for
anything more?
Now, here's the best part, baby. C was watching this
shit and she was really steamed. Yah, she wanted to get
into the action now that she saw how far behind she was
in the points department. It looked like she was ready
to push one of the other broads out of the way so she
could start in on RP with a little sucking and fucking
of her own.
Needless to say, RP got off after about two minutes.
Sure as shit, soon as he came, he heard C bitching up a
fucking storm. "What the fuck do you mean letting those
sluts do you without giving me a chance to show you what
fucking is all about, you asshole? No guy can make a
comeback after that kind of action. How am I supposed to
keep in the game when you give those bitches all the
breaks, you fucking dick head?"
This is why RP must be considered different from you and
me, Jerry. Why, he calmly looked at her and said, "C,
baby, I've saved the best for you, sweetheart. You gotta
know there's nothing that turns me on more than a little
light S and M, baby. Can you deal with it, darling?"
RP guided her over to his desk and got her to bend over
and lie down on the desk. Sure, she still had her fine,
fine, super fine legs on the floor. She had 'em spread
real nice, too, so you could see all that pink just
lookin' back at you, and that ass, wow. Yah, Jer, one of
those scenic view things.
Next thing you know, RP pulled a small riding crop out
of his desk and started slapping her on the ass. No, no,
not real hard at first and, anyhow, she didn't seem to
care that her ass was getting red from his workout. She
figured she was making a comeback and knew that kinky
always scores more points with us guys. Fuck yes!
Well, in no time at all, RP got hard as a rock again. He
unzipped his fly, pulled out his jumbo meat missile, and
stuck her right in the asshole with his big cock. While
he was going to town on C's great looking ass, he handed
A the whip and told her to go for it. Fuck, man, she
beat the shit out of C, if you can just imagine the
picture. Jerry, it was kind of like getting fucked and
fucked over at the same time.
Soon as he finished getting off in C's asshole, RP
screamed out, "Let's go film some shit." The four of
them raced out the fucking door, heading for the
elevator. You can't believe the excitement, Jerry, no
shit.
Now, it's not too bad to be running around nude on the
16th floor of the MCA Tower because security would just
figure you're some eccentric executive. No one ever
fucking questions the shit that happens up in suit
heaven. Now seeing RP and the three naked broads running
through the aisles wouldn't of been too bad if they got
off on the 11th floor where the fucking record company
is headquartered. Yah, it would just look like some new
act A and R found at Madam Wong's and nobody would of
given a shit. But, Jerry, they made a real mistake
getting off the elevator on the 4th floor.
Sure Jerry, the 4th floor is where the MCA-Universal
Corporate Accounting department is located. Yah, a bunch
of fucking bean counters, no shit, baby. You see more
black three piece suits on that floor than you can shake
a stick at, that's for damn sure.
Okay, now just imagine seeing RP and three big stars
sans attire running through the aisles of the fourth
floor. They were screaming and yelling shit and, of
course, the accountants just freaked out. Jerry, can you
just see 20 CPAs with boners standing there with their
jaws hanging down to their chests.
Well, what made it worse was a group of top Seagram
Executives just finished a meeting in the Corporate
Controllers' Office and happened upon this merry scene.
Yah, Seagram, the fucking company that bought MCA. It
sure was a good thing these guys were all drunk or there
could have been some real problems.
Anyhow, RP was thinking on his feet and told the broads,
"Look we're in big trouble here, so give all these guys
head and then we can make a quick exit."
Sure as shit, the three of them each grabbed a guy,
dropped his pants and started sucking like there's no
tomorrow. The guys were standing there with their pants
and silk boxers wrapped around their ankles. All the
people standing around there were just freaked out
watching this shit.
No, no, I don't think blow jobs are legal in Canada
either so these guys all shot their wads real fast cause
they never had lip locks like that before. Yah, it was
something new for them I'm sure.
The broad that was in the Seagram party was madder than
hell and shitting big bricks. She couldn't believe any
of this was fucking happening right there in the main
aisle of accounting. Yah, Jerry, the three babes did all
five of the top dogs from Seagram in about three
minutes. Those guys were standing there after it was
over with their pants around their ankles, dripping cum
out of their dicks and shit eating grins on their faces.
You'd figure RP was done for now, but, no way, baby. He
tells A, B and C to do the Seagram chick next. And,
before that hoser babe knew what hit her, they got her
dress up around her waist and her panties torn right
off. B ripped the front of her blouse open, too, and,
from what I heard, she had some real nice looking tits
for an executive chick.
The Canadian bimbo got some truly fine lip locking and
rimming from B and C, while A sucked on her titties.
Broad must of thought it was tongue-ga-lishous, if you
get my drift! No Jerry, I don't think they have any
lesbians in Canada either. No, no, Canada's too cold for
that sort of shit, believe me, Jerry.
RP and the three stars split leaving the Seagram
executives in disarray, and the fourth floor money guys
were sort of out it, too. A couple of them were pissed
cause they didn't get a blow job and there was this one
guy jacking off right there in the hallway.
Jerry, if we could figure a way to make that act part of
the Universal Tour, we'd be making millions, fucking
millions, baby.
Anyhow, getting back to the story, somehow they ended up
in the lobby of the tower building. Funny thing happened
there when B looked at the bust of Jules Stein, the
Founder of MCA, that was displayed by the elevators. She
stared at it for a moment and said, "I think I had that
guy a couple years back." The other two said they must
have had him, too, but couldn't remember just when. They
were all just trying to keep up, baby. Yah, you know how
that works.
Now, the guards didn't know what to fucking do with
three naked stars standing around in the lobby drawing a
big crowd like that. Normally, when people run through
the lobby nude, they just take them into the back room
and give 'em a choice between giving up the booty to a
couple of the guards, or off to the slammer. Security
didn't know what to do with this shit. RP is too big a
man to fuck with and they know they can't do shit to the
three top female stars. Shit, they just stood there and
kind of enjoyed all the action, nothing else they could
do, really.
Finally, RP got the broads into his limo and sent them
off to the Palm Restaurant for an early dinner. No shit,
Jerry, can you imagine them showing up at Palm in
nothing but their high heels demanding a front table.
Reventlow Paladrino, man, the fucking guy has it all.
Jerry, he gave me the picture MCA Security took of these
fine looking ladies just before they got into the limo.
What do you think of it, baby?
The End
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