Kimberly’s eyes never left mine as she almost dared me to stop her. I raised my eyebrows, which made her smile again. She fished out Mr. Happy and bathed him with her tongue to get him wet. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what she did from there. Kimberly had perfected her craft and did wonderful things to my member. When I got close to my climax, I stopped her.
“Bedroom” was the first word I said.
Kimberly led the way as we both lost our clothes en route. I found a condom and put it on. When I explored her sex, she was ready; so, without preliminaries, I slotted myself in her entrance and pushed forward. Damn, she felt good.
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Chapter 3 – Dirty Little Secrets Friday May 20
Cassidy smacked my bare bottom to wake me up.
“You are so going to Hell, Mister!” she announced.
I just rolled over to give her a show. She grabbed my pillow and tried to smother me with it. I dodged her, slithered out of bed, and ran for the shower. Cassidy waited for me in the living room. When I came out, she patted the couch to indicate I needed to sit next to her.
“What’s got you up in arms today?” I asked.
“Two things. Did you know that Kimberly’s only fifteen?”
That couldn’t be right.
“Before you doubt me, she and I have become friends. She really is that young.”
“That’s not good,” I admitted.
“You also need to know that she came to you on orders from Laurent.”
WTF did that mean? Cassidy saw the expression on my face and grabbed my head so I was looking at her. When she was sure she had my full attention, she began talking.
“Kimberly told me she’s doing what she has to if she wants to keep her role in the movie. The dirty little secret of Hollywood is sex is a commodity. The men with power expect it, and the girls trying to break in are expected to give it out to those who can help them,” Cassidy said.
I felt a white-hot flame of hate begin to burn in my chest. I would kill Laurent. He had to be fifty, and he’d made a fifteen-year-old have sex with not only him, but with me. I wondered who else she’d had to have sex with on his orders.
I’d heard rumors about this practice, of course. It gave rise to the term ‘casting couch.’ What sickened me was Kimberly was so young. If she’d been older, then it would’ve been her decision. It also made me wonder if her mother knew what was going on. I had a bad feeling she did.
Cassidy touched my arm.
“I want you to think before you act. I warned Kimberly that you wouldn’t take this well. She begged me not to tell you, but I explained that you were both my employer and, more importantly, my best friend.
“I also talked to Caryn last night after Kimberly told me what she’d done. Caryn advised you take measured steps instead of resorting to violence,” Cassidy said.
I knew Cassidy hadn’t come up with the phrasing ‘measured steps,’ which told me she had indeed talked to Caryn.
Someone knocked at the door, and then it opened. Caryn, Paul, and Fritz all walked in.
“You told him?” Caryn asked.
“Yes,” Cassidy said.
It was evident that everyone in the room knew about Kimberly.
“I hope this isn’t an intervention,” I said to try to lighten the mood.
I was not expecting Fritz to take the lead.
“In all my years in Hollywood working for Rita, I’ve heard rumors about things like this, of course. It’s terrible. I’m not saying nothing should be done, because there absolutely should be something done. But what I want you to stop and think about is if you push this, what it will mean to the movie. If word of this should leak out, it will hurt many people. And I’m not just talking about the people here.
“There have been literally millions of dollars spent to this point. One man’s actions have endangered this whole production. Before you go nuclear, I would suggest that you speak to people you trust to help you with this. Worst-case scenario is you get sued for a lot of money if this is handled wrong,” Fritz said.
“Right now, we just have what Kimberly told Cassidy. Let us see if we can gather the proof needed before you do something,” Caryn said.
“You’re all saying that I shouldn’t just kill him. I want to be clear on this. Kimberly told Cassidy that Laurent made her have sex with him to get the role. He then had her have sex with me. You all see that I can’t just let this go, right?” I asked.
“We’re not asking you to. Just like you did with Brandon, get the evidence you need and then take him down. If you want to kick his ass then, I’ll make sure no one stops you,” Fritz said.
“I’m not willing to allow him to continue to abuse her,” I said.
“Agreed,” Caryn said.
“What are we going to do about it?” I asked.
“First, Cassidy’s going to have a talk with Kimberly and will be with her 24/7 to make sure nothing happens to her,” Caryn said.
I looked at Cassidy, and she just nodded to confirm she was willing to take that on. I knew if she were around, Laurent would never touch Kimberly again.
“Cassidy,” I said seriously, “you’re allowed to hurt him if he tries anything.”
“I understand,” she said formally.
“Why does that sound like you just put a hit on someone?” Paul asked.
None of us bothered to answer him. In a way, I had. Cassidy knew that I had her back if she hurt him. I would do whatever it took to protect her. I did hope that she wouldn’t hurt him too badly because I wanted a piece of him when this was done. Men like him made my skin crawl.
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Today was a rough day on set. Laurent kept giving me knowing looks, and Kimberly wouldn’t talk to me except during a scene. I did see Cassidy step between Laurent and Kimberly at one point, but he backed off, and whatever Cassidy said seemed to cause him some concern. Laurent kept his distance from Kimberly after that. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a complete jackass, though.
“Your acting is so bad today, you couldn’t land a role on the Lifetime Network,” Laurent told me.
That was a good one.
“Maybe you could enlighten me as to how you want the scene done,” I shot back.
“You need to show some emotion.”
“Why didn’t I think of that? You’re the best!” I said, with my sarcasm level on eleven.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for. Places everyone, let’s do it again,” Laurent said.
We did it again with me being a sarcastic teen, and it seemed to work. I hated to admit it, but he did get me in the right frame of mind, and everyone’s performance was better.
The rest of the day was much of the same. I no longer held back on my cutting remarks, but he had it coming. At first, the crew had been tense when it looked like the two of us might come to blows. But towards the end of the day, they even laughed a few times when one of us would get in a good shot. I began to realize that this might be part of his method to get me in the right frame of mind for what he wanted. That might have been giving him too much credit, though, and I certainly wasn’t about to compliment him.
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Fritz and Paul took me to the dojo they’d found. They also introduced me to the two girls they’d brought home. I’d noticed that a lot of Cuban women were shorter than most Americans. These two were maybe five feet tall at the most. Paul arranged something—as if I couldn’t guess what it was—and then we got busy working out.
It was strange to be in a dojo without Cassidy. I’d taken instruction from Fritz before, so it wasn’t entirely new. I was glad he became physical with my workout because I needed to rid myself of thoughts about what I wanted to do to Laurent.