Chapter 2 - The Starlet
The movie opened with the voluptuous form of a young starlet, luxuriating
languidly on a deck chair next to a swimming pool, wearing a thong and a cutoff
t-shirt. She was a sexy bitch and she clearly knew it. Since she had no
contacts in Hollywood, she had gotten her job the time honoured Hollywood way.
The Director's sperm was in her cunt, the Producer's sperm was in her bowels and
the Leading Man's sperm was moving through her digestive tract.
The starlet milked her 'chance' for all it was worth, shamelessly flaunting
her assets. She inflated her chest for the camera, pressing her erect, recently
iced nipples hard against the front of her flimsy t-shirt. The camera zoomed in
close for the tit shot. It moved down for a lingering full-body appraisal,
panning slowly from her polished toenails, pointed prettily, up her long lovely
legs. With a small moan, she parted her thighs and the camera lingered on her
smooth, shaved pussy, her cuntlips and slit clearly visible through the wet,
whispy thong. She gave her hips a few brazen little humps. She had been told to
make it as sexy as possible and knew that they could edit out anything that was
too risque for the censors. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was in any
way inhibited while the cameras were rolling and knew that the out-takes would
get shown around, producing more work for her.
The audience sighed collectively. Their evil, gleaming eyes drank in the
thong disappearing into the crack between tight, nicely dimpled asscheeks
pumping lewdly for the cameras. She shifted a bare buttock sensuously. After an
indecent interval, the camera continued panning up her torso. The t-shirt had
been cut off just below her nipples so that the bottom half of her quivering
breast meat was tantalizingly exposed. She slowly poured a pitcher of ice water
over her big, jiggly, one hundred percent natural breasts for a clingy, wet
t-shirt look, rubbing the ice cubes over her nipples, coyly exposing the
aureolae and giving a flash of teat. She tilted her head back, ran the ice cubes
up her neck and sucked on them lewdly with luscious, glossy red lips.
The camera lingered on her exquisitely chiseled face as she lewdly licked
her full red lips with her wet pink tongue.
While the starlet was putting on her delightfully obscene performance, a
she-bitch gave the informative voiceover. Her throaty, poisonous purr filled the
speakers.
"This actress wannabe thinks that she is protraying a floozy in a gangster
movie. This is supposedly the scene where the police raid the godfather's house
and arrest everyone. This dumb cunt thinks that all she has to do is deliver a
few easy, cornball lines and assume the position against the wall. That's when
the fun begins."
The audience sniggered.
Suddenly, several extremely large policemen stepped into the scene and
surrounded the starlet. She looked up at them defiantly, and delivered her last
words.
"Whaddaya want, ya lousy flatfeet? Ya can't just bust in here!"
The delivery was rather flat, but the audience wasn't disappointed at all.
To them, she was still star material. An extremely muscular policeman barked
orders roughly at her.
"Get up! Put your hands against the wall, step back and spread your legs!"
At least her body language was good. Insolently, she got up from the deck
chair, languidly taking her own sweet time about it. She put her hands against
the wall and stepped back. The over-size cop barked at her.
"Spread 'em, baby!"
She spread 'em nice and wide to give the cameras a good crotch shot and
stared straight ahead at the wall. The audience leaned forward expectantly.
Behind her, the oversize cop shrugged his massive shoulders and wound up
with his nightstick like a golfer preparing for a long drive. As he started his
swing, it switched to slow motion. With tantalizing slowness, the nightstick
reached the bottom of the swing and began driving up between her lovely legs.
The nightstick buried itself deep in her crotch, beautifully aligned with her
slit. Her feet lifted off the ground and the top of her cutoff t-shirt popped up
exposing bare breasts lifting in unison. Her luscious lips opened in an O of
surprise. Her composed, elegant face shattered into a grimace of deep shock and
anguish.
She fell in slo mo to the ground. Even in slow mo her hands clamped over her
crotch with surprising speed. She landed, face first, on the concrete, urine
trickling between her fingers. There was a close-up of her pretty face grinding
into the the rough concrete.
The picture went back to normal speed. The audience savoured the sound of
her sobs and laboured breathing.
The policemen had their nightsticks out and pounded her hard in the kidneys.
She screamed and flipped over onto her back. The end of a nightstick was jabbed
painfully into her diaphragm. She gulped hoarsely for air in ugly, croaking
gasps.
A hand wound itself into her hair and jerked her upright. The nightsticks
chopped viciously at her bare exposed breasts. She tried to cover them, but her
hands were brutally beaten back. She found her breath and screamed mindlessly.
Her elbows were held together behind her as she was yanked to her feet.
Again the large policeman shrugged his massive shoulders. He took a stance like
a baseball star about to slam one out of the park and swung mightily.
Once more, the action switch to slo mo as the nightstick arced towards her
smooth bare belly. Her eyes opened wide when, too late, she saw it coming. She
started to bring her knee up defensively, but she was way too slow.
The nighstick sank deep into her belly. She bent double and puked prettily
in slow motion. As she collapsed to the ground, the camera zoomed in knowingly
on her twitching bare buttocks. Sure enough, a moment later the thong popped out
of the crack of her ass as her bowels emptied messily. The audience cheered
sardonically.
They stood for a standing ovation as a policemen took out his gun. The
otheres stood back as he squatted down behind her, rammed the barrel up her
cunt, aimed carefully and squeezed the trigger.
It was messy but lethal as the magnum bullet tore though her internal
organs, burst her heart and blew off the top of her head as it exited her
battered body.
The scene changed abruptly from the bright sun shining down on the naked
starlet lying dead in her own puke, piss, shit and slowly clotting blood to a
darkly lit dungeon.
