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Path to Heaven
Fiddling with the scrap of paper you checked the address one last time. ‘Sunset Motel 8pm, meet outside the snack bar’. Your stomach grumbled and you were painfully aware you’d barely eaten for the whole day, the scent of the greasy fried food coming from inside cementing in stone you needed to do this gig.
You’d travelled to LA with dreams of being a star, but as your savings had dwindled and too many gigs being for exposure you’d moved onto Las Vegas and the idea of being a dancer. Sure you’d danced in school, you’d even been on the cheer and gymnastics squad for a while so had the skill and balance, but when clubs and shows hadn’t been hiring and call after call had been a rejection you’d decided it was time to go home. But you were now at the point of needing the bus fare, so desperate times called for desperate measures. A small card pinned to the mirror of the dancers ladies room in the last casino had given you all the information you’d needed, and a quick call later the man with the heavy East Coast accent had explained what the job was and how much you’d get.
So this is how you found yourself standing outside a seedy motel at dusk, the lights of the famous Vegas strip a long way off.
“Hey, are you Angel?”
The thick accent from which enquired your ‘stage’ name caused you to turn, and you were slightly taken aback by who you saw. Expecting some seedy fat balding guy in a fedora, what you were greeted by was a bearded god, his patterned shirt undone but tucked into his black dress pants, a pristine white white-beater tee underneath giving a teasing glimpse of tattoos on his chest and shoulders. Even in the neon light you could pick up a hint of grey in his beard telling you he was definitely at the end of his thirties rather than the start.
“Angel?” he enquired again, doubting himself for a moment, but you nodded your head and his expression softened. Holding out his arm he gently tucked it around your shoulders as he started to steer you away from the well lit safety of the front of the motel to the secluded darkness of the exposed hallways; “Well, i’m Chris. I know we discussed everything on the phone, but i wanted to let you know you can duck out at any time, no hard feelings”
“O-okay”
“You ever done this before?” You shook your head and he continued; “Well, i’m gonna let you check out the room, there’s some stuff for you to change into, you can do your hair and makeup in the bathroom whilst i set the camera up. It’s just you and the toys, they’re all new and sealed, you just pick which one you’d like to use. Once you’ve cum you get paid, straight cash.”
“O-okay”
Your stomach was doing little flips. Was this worth it? He could be a serial killer, you could end up the subject of a Netflix true crime unsolved case for all you knew. But how else would you get the money to get home.
Home. Not that there was anything nice waiting for you. Family that had been glad to see the back of you, a town with no prospects. If you were honest with yourself getting chopped to pieces by an attractive serial killer actually appealed compared to going home.
“Here we are”
Chris opened the door and let you step inside. The room was dark pink and had a lot of velvet in its decor. A mirrored disco ball span very slowly from the ceiling, letting the light scatter over the room.
“Oh, this is nicer than i was expecting”
Chris just chuckled quietly as he crossed the room, before handing you a small bag;
“I’ll set the camera up whilst you get ready”
The nerves were back. Swallowing the lump in your throat you nodded and headed to the bathroom. Once inside the fluorescent light was harsh, but you quickly fixed your hair and makeup before pulling on the ‘outfit’ that’d been supplied. Thigh high socks and a barely there string pantie set, tiny lace bra where most of your tits were exposed. You tugged at the lace and tried your best to keep your nipples covered in a vain attempt at decency, but for what point you had no idea. The butterflies were back in your stomach, quickly taking a drink from the tap before taking one final deep breath and stepping out of the room.
You were surprised to find Chris standing outside the door, jumping back a little as you were startled by him, before looking down at his hands and seeing he was holding a small selection of dildo’s and vibrators;
“You pick which one you want”
As if picking a piece of fruit from a buffet you quickly looked over the choices, slightly concerned at the size of some of them, before settling on a bright pink vibrating wand with a slight curve.
“Get settled on the bed, take it at your own pace. I’ll be here behind the camera, i can give you pointers and we can edit the sound out later or put music over the top”
Climbing onto the big bed you settled at the pillows, before Chris quietly laughed;
“No, you’re gonna have to come closer to the camera”
He leant over the bed and grabbed your ankles, gently but firmly pulling you across the soft bedcover until your ass was on the end of the mattress. Did it feel good to have his hands wrapped around your ankles? Absolutely. Were you starting to relax for the first time in god knows how long? Almost. What you couldn’t get out of your mind was how good it felt to have him touch you.
Settling your feet on the low ottoman at the end of the bed,you tugged some cushions and pillows behind you to rest against before Chris nodded and confirmed the camera was rolling.
Staring into the distance you started to run your hands down your body, realising your tits had popped out of your bralette but letting the anticipation of the event pebble your nipples, finding them hard as you ran your palms over them. Letting your hands go lower you smoothed them over your soft stomach before parting your legs and rubbed over your barely covered core. Getting lost in the moment you let your head fall back, enjoying the feel of your own touch. It had been weeks since you’d touched yourself, the stress and exhaustion of your life had meant you’d all but forgotten about self pleasure. Yet your fingers never forgot, they knew the path to heaven and without realising you’d tugged your panties to the side and had started to tease your lips. You could feel the wetness start to grow, your juices coating your fingers when you heard Chris’s low whisper;
“Good, now start to use the vibe”
You’d almost forgotten he was there, opening your eyes and trying not to act surprised or to throw yourself from the flow. Grasping the long pink vibe you pressed the button but was wholly unprepared as it sprang into life;
“OH FUCK!” you cried out as it swung about wildly like an eel out of water before you dropped it on the bed. Scrambling to grab it you finally caught up with it as it tried to escape to the floor, before kneeling at the far side of the bed. Taking a deep breath you let it out slowly before turning to Chris; “Sorry about that”
He stood beside the camera, his knuckles on his lips as he tried to hide his amusement;
“No, no, it’s fine, they get away from all of us occasionally… unpredictable little things”
As you climbed back across the bed you nodded;
“Well this one is quite big actually”
He fiddled with the camera to start rolling again;
“Oh, its no smaller than i…” his quiet admission trailed off and you pretended you hadn't heard, but now you were curious.
Settling back on the cushions you switched the vibe on again before changing the settings, finding a speed and movement that seemed appealing before you started to get back into the moment.
But the mood of the room had changed. You were hyper focused on your task, yet the vibe seemed to be having no effect. Sure you were getting wetter, and as you traced your entrance with the smooth round tip you could feel it start to slide in with ease, but it didn’t increase your pleasure. Moving your other hand to your clit you strummed at the nub, working your fingertip over it in tight circles, whilst pumping the vibe in and out of your velvet walls, yet you seemed to get no further. You tried, seconds turned to minutes, but your pleasure never built. Eventually you pulled the vibe out with a disgruntled groan and flopped back onto the bed;
“Can we take a break?”
You heard Chris switch the camera off before the bed dipped. Peering out of one eye you saw he was sat on the end of the bed;
“Listen, Angel, are you ok?”
You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling;
“Yeah. No. I don’t know. I just can’t… ya know… cum… Got a lot on my mind and it just doesn’t want to happen”
“If you want we can call it quits. I’ll pay you half even though we didn’t get much footage”
“No no no, i can do it, even if i have to fake it. I need the whole amount for my ticket home, i’ve got nothing right now”
“Home?”
You sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them;
“Yeah. Finally calling it quits. Failed in Hollywood, failed in Vegas. Time to head back to the people that don’t like me but will give me a roof over my head” you took a deep breath; “So yeah, let's do this…”
You felt Chris get up and could hear him setting the camera up to record again;
“Okay… action”
Lying back on the pillows you traced around your labia with the vibe, letting it buzz against your clit before moving it down and sliding it into your now soaked entrance. The fingers of your other hand splayed open your folds whilst your middle finger tried to work its magic again, working tried and tested circles. But yet again it was to no avail. It just wasn’t happening. With a grunt of frustration you let your legs go limp as you flung your arms back, one arm across your face;
“Fuck”
Whatever you were expecting next, it wasn’t the touch of a large hand against your thigh. Your head snapped up and you saw Chris kneeling on the floor in front of you;
“You just need to relax. I can help…”
“Yes” you interrupted him.
He laughed quietly, the puff of warm air a pleasant surprise on your skin as he moved closer. You watched - mesmerised by his proximity - as he firmly grasped the vibe and pulled it free, switching it off and setting it on the floor. Pressing the palms of his hands to your inner thighs, he pushed your legs obscenely wide open, hooking the lace of your panties over one of his thumbs;
“You have one of the prettiest pussies i’ve ever seen”
The thumb of his other hand gently ran over the seam of your core as he doused it in your essence, before he moved it up to your clit and started to rub the pad of it against the sensitive pearl. On a particular pattern of swirls your cried out his name, your body shuddering as the tell tale coil of pleasure rekindled within you.
“That’s it, that’s my girl, does it feel good when i play with this pussy? You look so damn delicious…”
“Please… Please Chris”
You watched, wide eyed in wonder as he pushed his face forwards and those plump lips pressed a kiss to your pearl, before an incredibly wide and juicy tongue lapped a thick line up through your folds. He hummed against you as his thumb started to rub at your clit again and his tongue lapped at your entrance, his beard rubbing against your soft skin.
“Taste so good, such good pussy”
You couldn’t help yourself as your hand reached out and grasped at his soft brown hair, guiding his mouth against you as you felt his tongue flex inside you. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching and you couldn’t help but to wriggle and fidget on the bed, grinding yourself against Chris’s mouth as he tongue fucked you like a man starved.
“Oh fuck i’m gonna cum”
“That’s it baby, come on my tongue”
Pushing his tongue even further into you it was the trigger to allow your release to take over, shaking as you cried out his name. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave of pleasure, ridding your mind of worries and anxiety, just the bright white light of euphoria coursing through your veins. Nothing else in that moment mattered, for those thirty seconds you were free and you’d found your path to heaven, or at least, Chris had.
When the buzz started to wear off you realised you were laid back on the bed, Chris moving around packing away the camera. Sitting bolt upright you panicked;
“What? We haven’t filmed! I need that money!”
He nodded to the bed;
“Beside you. In fact i’ve doubled it” he stopped and walked over to you, sitting on the bed; “I want to make you an offer”
“What kind of offer?”
“A job”
“Listen, i’m not a hooker, i just needed the cash to get home… i never even wanted to do the porn…” you were on your feet and grabbing for your clothing as Chris stood.
“No, nothing like that”
Pausing with one leg in your denim shorts; “Oh”
“I have a couple of businesses. Legitimate, well, mostly legitimate businesses; Bars, motels, a small casino. If you can fix drinks then i need someone in our VIP lounge bar tomorrow”
“Oh… I guess… yeah, that sounds good. I can find a room somewhere…”
“I’ll get you a room at the casino”
You watched whilst you finished getting dress as Chris packed things up, before the pair of you left the room and Chris walked you to his car. The vintage muscle car was pristine, smooth 1970s lines and an engine that roared and sent a shiver through your spine as you sat in the passenger seat. He rested a hand on your thigh and patted it;
“Don’t worry Angel, I’ll take good care of you now”
Cruising along the Vegas Strip you looked out at the bright lights, and for the first time enjoyed the view. Things were looking up. As you pulled up to one of the larger Casino’s you finally felt the synapses in your brain connect; Chris, Casino, ‘mostly legitimate’...
“Oh fuck”
“What’s the matter Angel?”
“You’re Chris Evans”
“You just figured that out?!” he chuckled as traffic moved slowly in the valet line for the ‘The Tea Party’ Casino. He rested his hand on your thigh again; “Is this gonna be a problem?”
You shook your head;
“No. It’s fine… it’s fine…”
“Good girl”
And that was how you found yourself working for one of Vegas’s biggest mobsters.