Date: Mon, 07 Apr 2003 06:46:16 +0000
From: jim dsgsadgf <prez_vu@hotmail.com>

I know that i should have done this alot earlier, but feel free to write
comments to me/suggestions what you think of the story so far, send all
emails to: prez_vu@hotmail.com thanks for all your comments and suggestions,
more to come soon!

You and the maintainer both wait breath held collectively until the last
crew member leaves the set, shutting off the last floodlights, leaving the
camper vans on set to resume filming for the next day. You stare at her
through the dim light of the camper van. The moonlight illuminates her large
eyes, you notice how tired and exhausted her face looks in the light, tear
tracks trace lines down the side of her face, sliver trails that glisten
faintly in the pale light of the moon. The suddenness of your quest in its
entirety unloaded onto her in the past 15 minutes, old wounds that once
thought were healed, now lay open, vulnerability layed bare like a hare
frozen in its spot, startled by the blinding headlights of an oncoming
truck. You stroke her neck, crooning softly as she breaks down in sobs
clutching at you like a desperate mother clutching their child after losing
a court battle. Her nails digging painfully in your shoulder causing you to
wince in pain, though you do not shout out, instead croon more until her
sobbing subsides as she slumps in your embrace. The protectiveness of your
embrace. The calm comforting exterior of yourself, masking the inner turmoil
going on underneath. Who is the nurse? Is she the deceptive person? Or is it
Jim tang Vu's fault? Or could it even be the maintainer? Only the maintainer
knew where the restaurant was, or was that black limousine merely just a
coincidence? These questions float around in your head, which seems to be
buzzing from everything as you slip into the maintainer's embrace, as you
sit there interlocked. In the dark, alone. Her breath deepens as you too
slip into a light uneasy sleep. What will lie ahead? That sole question
remains, standing out clear like a beacon of light cast over the dark
solitary ocean.

Gemma steps into the black limousine that pulls up outside her trailer,
thank god I'm finally out of that outfit she thinks to herself as she slips
on a dress that covers half her thighs. Inside is Jim tang vu, one of the
industry's youngest film directors, but unbeknownst to Rachael, Jim is Mr
Ferguson's understudy. Perhaps one of his brightest and most promising
students. Gemma slides her butt into the spacious limo. There is no one else
there but Jim and the driver, not that the driver can see anything, the
heavily tinted partition between the two allows no visibility giving the
driver no idea what is going on in the back, much like pedestrians trying to
peer through the windows from the sidewalk. Allowing only mere assumptions.
"I'm glad we finally got rid of that fucker Tony (Policeman#2), that pompous
prick gives me the shits, plus he can't act for shit, I'm never going to
hire any more `nephews' bloody nepotism. Thinks he can walk all over me?
Cocky little prick had it coming. Good job with that by the way, your acting
skills were as per usual first rate."
Jim tang Vu extracts a cigarette, lights it and puts the packet back into
his pocket all in one smooth fluid movement. Not before offering a cigarette
to Gemma using his eyes and extended arm before putting it back into his
pocket without even pausing in speech.
"Thanks... I guess, I was after all just `doing' my job wasn't I?" Gemma
replies smiling smugly.
"Indeed you did, and may I just congratulate you again on how much of a good
job you did." Jim replies, his face only a few inches away from her ear.
Gemma can not only smell but feel his acrid hot breath on her neck, the
faint smell of menthol still present from his cigarette as she feels his
stubble graze softly against her exposed neck as he nibbles on her chin. His
musky perfume intoxicates the air in the cramped interior of the car
thickening the air around them as she inhales shallowly to avoid any
oncoming asthma attacks. She pushes away from him til she is at arm's length
before giving him a look of pure contempt.
"What are we going to do about Rachael?" she asks, her tone cold and deadly
serious.
"Ah Rachael, after doing extensive research as her `nurse' I feel that she
is of no threat to me whatsoever. She remembers nothing, and even if she
did, what does it have to do with me? Nothing. Therefore I feel that there
is no point in me wasting my valuable resources trying to track her down
with all my manpower available. I called off the search this morning, she is
perfectly harmless." Jim replies in a relaxed sense, sitting against the
side of the car with his arms behind his head.
"Don't be so fucking naive Jim, she could be the end of your career just
like that dumb fuck Fr Ferguson, you could spend the rest of your life in
big trouble if she ever gets air of what is going on, and if she has talked
to Mr Ferguson no doubt he would want your head on the platter after you
screwed him over for all that money. Or did you forget about that?" Gemma's
voice is cold yet her eyes are ablaze in anger as she crawls towards him on
all fours. But a chill is fast creeping up the back of her spine. Luckily I
have her covered she thinks to herself, perhaps it is time to take
matters...in my own hands she thinks to herself smiling inwardly.
Jim looks at her face, clearly bemused by the whole debacle unfolding before
his eyes before replying "Don't worry about me, I have everything covered.
God you look so cute when you're angry."
Gemma bites back an angry retort at Jim, realising that it would make no
difference what she says at the moment. He only has one thing in his mind.
It was time to do her job.
Jims face looms over Gemma's his large cow like eyes like limpid pools of
molten magma, they exert a strange kind of energy over Gemma that even now
arouses her making her go weak at the knees. Jim nuzzles at her cheek, until
their lips meet, interlocking. In the background of the car Tom Jones plays
softly, barely audible amongst the deep breathing and softly expelled moans.
His tongue begins to probe inwardly, softly at first slipping in and out,
but with more fervour as his arousal increases. His stubble scraping along
your chin with more force now, like somebody had placed a doormat on her
face and is now wiping their feet on that doormat gemma thinks to herself. I
hope that doesn't come up with a rash tomorrow she thinks to herself as she
angles her head taking control of his out of control tongue which seems to
by now have a mind of its own as it tries to explore the back of her
tonsils. She breaks free of him, wiping her mouth of excess dribble as her
hands snake down to his crotch, feeling him harden underneath her palm as
she rubs his head back and forth against the thin cotton material of his
pants using just her palm. After teasing him for a few minutes with her
light stroking Gemma unzips his pants. He is completely naked underneath,
one of the pre-requisites of a porn star, especially a director who stars in
his own films. He stands erect at a full 15 inches of length, a genetic
mutation gone wrong Jim had originally shunned his freakishly large cock,
feeling strange that his cock was somewhat larger than almost every man he
had come across, black, white, Hispanic, even with surgical alterations. He
always came out ontop. But he didn't let his cock rule his decision making
like many men he had worked under, instead he used his brain and intellect,
manipulating women to do his bidding in return for sexual favours, much like
how they manipulate men to do things for them. A true irony from a females
perspective. Jim had built his masses of wealth on the frailty of women.
This he thinks to himself is the ultimate prize looking at Gemma as she runs
her tongue up the whole length of him as she expertly kneads her palm into
his balls, massaging the small patch of wiry hair at the base of his cock.
Gemma slips off his lap for a second, opening the mini bar fridge situated
underneath his seat. Inside the fridge is a menagerie of sex toys, lube,
champagne and various novelties. This car catered for many the orgy in Jim's
monthly `parties'. Finding what she was originally looking for, Gemma pulls
out a half empty jar of body chocolate. Despite it being in the fridge, the
chocolate is still easily spreadable via the mini brush as she goes about
spreading the chocolate over his now exposed chest, meandering a line
trailing from his neck down to his cock. Jim jumps abit when the cold
chocolate reaches his private parts, the ice cold chocolate on his erect
cock sending shivers up his spine, as she continues to trail the chocolate
like a little ant trail up the shaft of his cock before pooling on his head
before trailing back down the other side to coat both of his testicle
completely.
"Don't touch me or hinder me in anyway. At all. Understand?" Gemma whispers
into Jim's ear coldly.
Jim merely nods his head; he understands the full implications of her words
and knows that she is deadly serious.
Gemma begins to work on his neck sucking at his neck hard, and digging her
teeth into it. Jim flinches but does not speak or move to stop her, he knows
that she is merely testing him. Satisfied with her cannibalistic urges and
that Jim will not stop her whatever she does, Gemma begins to work her way
down, trailing her tongue along his chest licking up the thin trail of
chocolate as she makes her way down. Lower. Always lower. Until she reaches
his erect cock, now throbbing from the intense stimulation from everything,
Gemma smiles to herself, the way to a mans heart she whispers underneath her
breath as she loosely supports his cock upright as she sets about licking
the chocolate off his shaft. She moves from the base upwards, lapping at it
as she slowly makes her way up, like a cat at a milk bowl, flickering as she
makes her way up. Like a snake sensing its prey. One side then the other.
When she reaches the top she takes his whole head in her mouth at once, her
teeth lightly around the base of her head as she flicks her tongue rapidly
against his head, swirling, licking, and laving. This extreme amount of
stimulation all at once is just too much for Jim as he writhes underneath
her in pleasure, small groans escaping his mouth as she unrelentingly
continues, quickening her pace until she feels the first tremors of an
orgasm. Releasing his cock with a loud slurp of saliva and chocolate
combined, she moves to his swelling testicles, enveloping them in her mouth
as she continues to stroke his cock with her hand, increasing in speed as
she feels his balls swell pulling down at them wit her mouth gently until he
ejaculates in a fountain of cum. Saturating him and her in all of its white
sticky glory.
She steps off his crotch wiping off his excess cum with a nearby tissue, she
is so hot and wet that she had to physically remove herself off his crotch
before she banged him senseless. To do that would be weak willed. She was
definitely not weak willed. Moving to the opposite seat she shrugs off what
little remainder of clothes she once had on. Perching herself on the edge of
the seat she sits spread legged so that Jim can see all aspects of her, in
all its glory.
"Get on your knees and crawl here like the worm you are." She barks at Jim.
Jim obligingly slips off his seat without saying a word crawling towards her
like a toddler trying to walk.
"Stop" Gemma orders, he is about half a metre away from her crotch, which is
directly in front of his face from his position of view.
"Good, now don't move unless I say. Understand?" Jim nods his head warily,
rubbing his still red neck.
Gemma takes out the small brush applicator from the now quarter full jar of
body chocolate and begins to suck at it, like it was his cock, thrusting it
in and out her mouth until a small trail of chocolate covered saliva leaves
her mouth, trailing down her chin. Like a small creek meandering its way
along the dry land for the first time. She licks this up with her finger,
sucking at it and moaning in ecstasy. After re-dipping the chocolate
applicator back in its jar, Gemma begins to apply the chocolate in generous
amounts along the side of her neck, over her breasts in big circular motions
before sliding it down to her crotch applying the chocolate on the insides
of her thighs before spreading it on her lips, the rough end of the brush
tickling her clit as she swirls around. Sliding the length of the brush in
between her lips she begins to use the chocolate as a lubricant, not that
she needs any as her wetness saturates the whole handle, engulfing it in its
whole entirety. The soft end of the brush acts as the soft end of the stick
as she guides it into and out of her pussy, her wetness now mixed with
chocolate as it dribbles out of her pussy trailing down the small part of
exposed flesh and beyond. Satisfied, she looks down at Jim, who is still
where he is knelt, about half a foot away. Using just her eyes, she beckons
him over to her without saying a word her cold eyes, softening slightly
before going back to its steely gaze. Jim gets off his knees and just using
his tongue, he begins to suck lavishly at her neck where a significant
proportion of the body chocolate is situated. He knows that it is a weak
point for Gemma as he gently nibbles at it, using his tongue mainly to slide
across her neck to her shoulder and back up. He sucks ever so gentle at
first, until Gemma begins to moan softly, her breath deepening as he
continues to take more in, sucking harder, using his teeth to gently nibble
it at the same time. She is enjoying it now as he feels her neck tighten,
gently pushing against his working tongue, one of her hands at the back of
his head gently stroking the nape of his neck. Now he is in control. Knowing
how much she is enjoying it, Jim deliberately moves on, following the little
trail of body chocolate as he goes. Nibbling. Licking. Sucking. Ignoring her
disappointed little moans he moves further down onto her breasts, her sweat
mixing with the body chocolate, liquefying the thick chocolate slightly. He
works at the thick coating with a vigour, lapping it up until small rivers
of chocolate body paint mixed with sweat and saliva trail down her exposed
stomach and beyond. He knows exactly what she wants as he gently sucks at
her surrounding breast, taking in big mouthfuls sucking and swirling his
tongue around until he feels shivers of pleasure travel through her body. He
repeats this on the opposite breast until multiple chocolate streams are
seen trailing their way down, in-between her ribs, down across her slim flat
belly and beyond. Using just the tip of his tongue, Jim gently teases
Gemma's nipples swirling the tip of his tongue around in little circles
around her areolar until she gasps, driving his head into her breasts with
her hand at the back of his head. Jim resists, tensing the back of his neck
muscles, using his tongue at an excruciatingly slow pace. Satisfied, he
moves down to her thighs, repeating what he did with her breasts, taking in
a substantial amount and sucking hard at it so that it would leave little
red marks against Gemma's pale complexion, little red marks that can only be
covered by excess foundation. He repeats this on the other side, working
from the lower leg and working upwards. But he ignores her little pleas and
moans, the way she wraps her legs around his head to get him to suck
`there'. He is in control, and is enjoying every second of it. After licking
every last remnant of chocolate from her thighs, Jim teasingly moves back to
the thin little streams from earlier on that ran from her breasts down to
her pussy. Using the flat of his tongue he uses it to follow the little
dried out chocolate trails starting from her breasts he pursues the trail,
sticking to that little stream like Dorothy did to the yellow brick road.
Unlike Dorothy though, when Jim reached the end of the trail which was also
coincidently the edge of her pussy, he just followed another trail back up
to her breasts and back down, until every little trail had disappeared
underneath a thin layer of his saliva. Which was even now evaporating in the
air-conditioned conditions of the car. Gauging the point when Gemma had just
about enough of his teasing, Jim quickly swooped down to her pussy, burying
his face in her pussy, his mouth open, taking as much of it into his mouth
as possible, sucking at it, the all too familiar taste now mixed with a
slightly sweeter flavour no doubt from the chocolate. This unexpected
suddenness caught Gemma by surprise as she convulsed from the sheer
intensity of pleasure that came so quickly. Jim moved slightly higher, using
his tongue to drive deeper and deeper into her. Gemma's ankles locked at the
back of Jim's head, her mouth making small involuntary cries of pleasure as
Jim felt her thighs tremble pre-orgasm. He withdrew his tongue at this stage
abruptly, using his fingers to penetrate deeper, her wetness providing all
the lubrication that he would need. Gemma groaned louder now, her breath
quickening in pace admist an oncoming orgasm. Jim felt a muscle contract
from high up before she came, her muscles from her cervix contracting
against his exploring finger. Probing. Searching. Finding.
Gemma collapses ontop of Jim as they both collapse in a heap on the floor of
the car. They feel the car slowing down to a stop before the driver knocks
on the partition separating the driver from the passenger in the back seat.
A signal to Jim that the driver has arrived at the intended destination.
Gemma leaves the car the way she entered. Fully dressed. Not that it would
make much difference, it is pretty normal to see naked females around the
gardens of Jim Tang Vu's massive mansion where a lot of his filming takes
place. Gemma already has a plan. When should we begin? She thinks to herself
gleefully. Let the anarchy begin.

To be continued...