Chapter 10
Today was D-Day. Destroy Vic Rossen Day. Annie was pumped up on her excitement for her plan as she waited for him to answer her call.
“Mr. Rossen?” she crooned when he picked up, “Hi, it’s Annabelle. Remember me?”
He answered warily, “Yes, of course I do. What can I do for you, Annabelle?”
She’d erased all traces of anger and bitterness from her voice. Her acting training came in handy as she explained innocently, “I was just thinking about the fun we had together last time we met and I was wondering if you’re busy Saturday? I hear it’s a real special day.”
He seemed to relax as he answered, “Yes, it is. How would you know that?”
“Oh,” she cooed seductively, “I have friends who have friends.”
He laughed, “I’m sure you do. What’s this all about?”
“Just tell me you’ll meet me Saturday to, you know, celebrate. Around eight? How would that be?”
Annie could almost hear his erection growing in anticipation. “Uhm… sure, and please, call me Vic.”
“Sure thing, Vic. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
He laughed again. “You’re picking me up?”
“Yes, I am. I want to show you a good time. Give me your address and I’ll see you at eight.”
Annie realized he was no fool when he declined to reveal his home address but he said she could meet him at his office again and that was fine with her.
“Of course,” she said pleasantly. “Bye.”
But then for some reason he stopped her before she hung up and had, apparently, changed his mind. “No, listen. Make it my home. It’ll save me from going to the office and I’d definitely like to have a drink on my birthday anyway, if you’re okay to pick me up there.”
He gave her the address and as she hung up the phone, she shouted a triumphant “Yes!” Her plan was working so far. She made a quick phone call to Bruce and reserved the Cavern for her special party.
***
Saturday came sooner than expected and before she knew it, she was at the door of his Hollywood Hills mansion. She hadn’t realized casting directors made that kind of money, but maybe famous ones did. His house was huge, immaculate in every way and very intimidating to her. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She ran her hand down the sequined blue dress, knowing full well she looked like a star—he was not going to be able to say no to her tonight.
When he opened the door, a wicked grin swept across his face seeing her standing there. “Hello Annabelle, you look fabulous, would you like to come in for a drink?” He looked amazingly delicious in his tux and tails, but she declined. She wasn’t about to fall for that again. Hell, no!
“No thank you, Vic. The car is waiting.” She gestured to the limo waiting by the curb. “Oh, and Happy Birthday.” She hooked her arm into his and they walked down the massive steps towards the limo. He helped her in and slid in next to her.
“This is really quite a lovely surprise, Annabelle.”
She bowed her head a little, a slight blush forming across her cheeks. “I’m happy you like it,” she said as she seductively placed her hand on his thigh, drawing little circles with her finger.
“So, where are we going?”
“Oh, that’s another surprise, and I’m sure you’re going to love it.” She reached over and placed a blindfold across his eyes, moving her mouth to his, gently tickling his lip with her tongue.
Nervously, he attempted to raise a hand to stop her and asked, “Hey, what’s the blindfold for?”
She gently pushed his arm back down and traced her finger up his thigh to circle his bulge. She purred, “It’s a surprise, Vic But don’t worry, it’s all about you tonight.”
He relaxed his arm and said, “You know you didn’t have to do this for me.”
“Oh, I know, but I wanted to,” she whispered as her tongue danced around his ear, her breath gently tickling his neck. She inhaled the scent of him—he always smelled so fresh, musky, manly.
They pulled up next to Bruce’s spa and the driver opened the door, helping Annie out. She grabbed Vicktors’ arm, urging, “Don’t take it off yet or you’ll spoil the surprise. I’ll guide you,” and as he stepped out of the car, she winked at the driver before guiding Viktor inside.
Once they were seated, she removed the blindfold and he blinked his eyes, looking around. There was a table for two in the middle of what seemed to be, a small quaint restaurant with soft music playing in the background. The lights were dim and there were two candles glowing on the only table in the room. The waiter escorted them to their table and handed each of them a menu.
“What is all this?” he said, apparently shocked that an aspiring actress could afford all this. “A private restaurant with a maître’d?”
“It’s your birthday, Vic, and I just wanted to make it memorable.”
“Oh, you are, Annabelle. You are,” he said, though he looked at her suspiciously.
They ordered their entrée and some champagne then Annie spoke first. “Vic, can I tell you something?” she said, nervously biting her lip.
“Sure, what is it?”
“After the last time we met… you know, in your office, I know I was kind of flustered and I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have reacted that way and even if I didn’t get the part, I truly believe you tried hard for me, and I appreciate that.”
He nodded. “Apology accepted.”
She knew she had him off guard now and wondered what he’d say if he knew what Marissa—another actress who auditioned for him—had told her? She’d confided in Annie how he’d leaned her over the desk and fucked her until she couldn’t walk straight. And then there was Jenny, who admitted she’d sucked his cock until she gagged. Neither one of those girls got the part, either. He must be thinking, poor, stupid Annie, for taking him to such an exquisite place when he didn’t give a fuck about her. She laughed to herself.
They ate, drank champagne, laughed and chatted about movies, and gossiped about actors. He talked about the amazing part in a blockbuster movie he’d try to set up for her. He was gracious and cordial, but Annie knew it was all an act. But she was acting as well. She was playing the most important part of her career and as soon as the waiter had cleared their plates, she stood up, licking her lips and winked alluringly at him. “You ready for dessert?”
Seducing him with her bright blue eyes, she added, “Follow me.”
“Wha - where are we going?”
“It’s a little birthday surprise. Trust me, you’ll love it,” she teased.
Smiling, she grabbed his hand and walked him to a door in the back of the tiny restaurant. Opening the door, she pulled him in. He looked around, confused, but also curious. The room was dark, candles were glowing, and there were lotions, oils and red velvet walls.
Turning to shut the door behind them, she grabbed him, her mouth crushing against his. She broke the kiss and breathed against his lips, “After I had you Vic, I knew I had to have more.” She ran her hands down his back, feeling and squeezing his hard ass before bringing her hand to the front of his pants to tease his cock.
“What is this place? Where are we?”
“A place I’ve wanted to bring you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” she replied. She pushed him gently toward the wall, removing his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. Sliding it over his shoulders, she nipped at the hardness of his chest. He stepped back as she kicked off her shoes and knelt down, fumbling with his pants. She unzipped them and his hard cock sprang out. She greedily covered it with her mouth, her tongue gently lapping at the mushroom tip.
“Ahhhh......Annabelle, that feels good.”
Looking up at him, she licked circles around the bulbous head and smiled, their eyes met through a haze of desire.
“I told you that you would love your birthday present,” she grinned.
She giggled and rose, removing the rest of his clothing to run her hands down his taut tummy, admiring the soft curls on his chest. She leaned into him, her tongue gently invading his mouth, her breathing increasing with his.
She raised his hand above her and quickly closed a velvet cuff over his wrist. “Hey, what—”
“Don’t worry, birthday boy… I’m about to give you a night you will…
Never.
Fucking.
Forget.”
Her hand massaged his cock, until she felt him tremble then she enclosed his other wrist in another velvety cuff.
“Trust me.”
“Annabelle, what are you doing?”
“Mmmmm......you like it? It feels so much better when you lose control.” She traced her tongue across his chest, stopping to circle his nipples before leaving a trail of kisses down to his cock.
Kneeling, she once again took his cock into her mouth, stroking his shaft with her hand while she sucked and licked the head. Stroking, sucking, and licking… Annie reveled in the control she held over him. When he started thrusting his hips Annie eased up and quickly grabbed a cuff and fastened it to his left leg.
“Hold on big boy,” she teased. “Wait till I have you in my grasp and you’ll have the most amazing, mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever felt.” She fastened his right leg inside the last velvet cuff.
“Wha—what are you doing Annie?” He laughed nervously. She stood up and looked at him, beaming. He was naked, his cock was hard and he was tied to the wall. She realized he was truly a gorgeous man. She lifted her dress and showed him a peek of her garter and panties.
“A little peek at what’s in store,” she whispered. She ran her fingernail over his chest and down to his cock. He shivered.
“Annie?”
Picking up a bottle of strawberry scented lotion, she smoothed it all over his cock. Deliberately, she looked him in the eyes and licked the edible lotion from her fingers, watching his pupils dilate as the cream disappeared into her mouth.
“Your turn,” she whispered and slid her finger between his lips. He sucked, taking her entire finger into his mouth, his tongue whirling sensually against her skin.
Easing her finger out again, she trailed it down his chin, neck, and chest. Lower, following his happy trail, leading her to the prize.
His cock jumped in her hand as she fisted him, now slick and well lubricated from the yummy lotion. She pumped, three times… hard, watching his face skew into a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Do you like that?” Her question didn’t need an answer but she waited none the less.
“Do you like that?” Louder, taking control, forcing him to answer.
“Yes,” he mumbled, “Do it again.”
“Do this?” She pumped three times more, fist tight and fast, stroking him from the base to the tip.
“Yes.” The one word was gritted out between his teeth. She could tell he was still fighting for control. She knelt, and with one swift movement licked him slowly from his sac up his entire length to his delicious tip.
He groaned as she took him inside her mouth, going down until he was deep in her throat. He tasted of strawberries, deliciously sweet and his moans were music to her ears.
She began to pump him, her hand, her mouth—the whole combination of the slick lube drove him crazy. Her tongue followed her hands, up and down his thick shaft, the veins of his beautiful cock standing out vividly.
“Oh, God, Annie—” he groaned, and she knew he was close to exploding.
“Show time,” she exclaimed, standing quickly as all hell broke loose in the room. Lights flashed, doors opened and her hand pumped his cock hard, as Vic struggled and cursed… to no avail. He came, spectacularly, his seed shooting through the air and onto the floor. Bruce was in the corner, video camera in hand, while Sara stood at the door, holding it open for the women Vic had used. Jennie and Melissa walked in first, but they weren’t the only ones. One after another, the women he had abused walked in single file, cell phones and cameras in hand, snapping pictures of the world famous Vicktor Rossen, tied up in handcuffs, fully exposed to the world. Vic tried to hang his head, cover his face but it was no use. He was caught. His years of womanizing were here to haunt him. The ghosts of aspiring actresses alive and well in the room.
He was ruined.
His game was over.
And he knew it.
Annie grabbed her purse, ready to leave now that she’d demolished and humiliated him so publicly, but before she took off, she had one last line to deliver. She leaned down into his face and hissed, “Never underestimate the power of a woman—we’re not as stupid as you think.”
For a moment, Vic was speechless. Then her phone rang and out of habit she answered it. She recognized the voice immediately. It was her best friend, Marti, in Mountain View, Georgia.
“Honey,” she said, sadness leaking through the phone. “I hate to tell you this, but your grandpa isn’t going to make it. He took a turn for the worse and looks like he’s only got a few hours to live. You’ve gotta get your pretty ass on a plane tonight if you want to say goodbye to him.”
The news knocked the breath out of Annie. Oh God, no! Please, grandpa, don’t leave me. Don’t do this to me. She wasn’t sure if those words were in her head or coming out of her mouth. She saw Vic motioning with his head for her to come close. He probably had a curse for her, but she didn’t care. She leaned in to hear what the asshole was saying.
“Annie,” he pleaded. “Please get me out of this. Destroy those photos. I promise if you do that for me, I’ll call the director right now. You can dial his number from your phone. Just hold it up to my ear. You’ll hear me arrange it. One word from me and you’ll be on the plane to Hawaii in the morning. You know what that will do for your career. Please. Let me make it up to you.”
Annie saw the desperation in his face. She knew this time it was no empty promise. This was what she’d been waiting for. One word from her and this party was over. She had the power to save Vic from himself. She had a plane to catch. Would it be to Hawaii or Georgia?