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Hollyquirk Studios: Week 04

There went any chances of an Oscar! Dirk liked the idea of taking on the behemoth that was the US military's perception of homosexuals, but the addition of Susan Swansong to the cast turned a dramatic subplot, of gays in the service, into what most of the population will think of as nothing more than a thinly masked porn.

Dirk knew Max wasn't any more happy about it than he was. After all, he'd been forced to explain it to the director, but the studio overruled them both. Kara had come straight to him, this time, rather than work through the director with the 'Studio head's' latest brainstorm. She probably just wants to see the two naked and making out! Dirk knew Kara wasn't gay but his rage couldn't help but make the suggestion.

His hand reared back and the nine tails of the short whip tangled as the whisked forward. The finely oiled leather slapped against the soft round buttocks and left further pink marks. He superimposed Kara's face, even her entire body, onto the woman tied up on the bed in his trailer. A soft moan of mixed pleasure and pain escaped from that body, which only infuriated him more. Almost of its own accord the cat-o-nine-tails cracked again. This time, the red lines began to swell into welts. The resulting moan held more pain than pleasure which appeased Dirk's frustration slightly. The next strike was just as hard.

Cassy whimpered as she tried to turn her head towards him. She didn't dare speak. Dirk had taught her well. They didn't have a safe word, he hadn't asked, and she hadn't the courage to demand one. She trusted him not to damage her. And, he concluded miserably, with good reason. If she gets hurt the truth is more likely to come out.

Dirk looked down at the welts, at the tears that glistened at the corners of eyes screwed shut, he realized his own pain. His cock felt like it would burst. But there was a balm to be had. The woman before him lay pressed flat to the bed, by the tightness of the straps that pulled each limb to a different corner of the bed. He pulled the straps so tight that she couldn't even flinch. And between the crosshairs of her legs, she poured need. He tossed the whip under the bed and climbed up behind her.

Cassy moaned in frustrated desire. Dirk could see the anticipation rush across her body as he loosened the straps that held her feet. Her knees inched forward to thrust herself towards him, but a sharp tug on her ankles sprawled her against the bed, once more, with a squeak. "I didn't tell you to move bitch!" He knew she had to fight the urge to apologize, and almost wished she had lost.

Nimble hands, most at home on a keyboard, grasped her strong hips and lifted. Cassy's legs dangled slightly. Dirk's knees slid beneath her, to support her weight. He brushed against her sopping lips and her moan was louder. He grinned and shoved forward roughly. The straps caught and bit into her ankles as he pushed her into the air.

Cassy gasped slightly, in pain. She felt him push against the very back of her depths, even as he seemed to press outwards against the rest of her body all at once. Dirk jerked back and slammed forward again. This time, the short scream mixed as much pleasure as pain. Her body softened to the intrusion. Back he pulled and drove deeper. Her screams lengthened with each thrust.

Dirk loved to take Cassy from behind. Partly it was the fact that her tight depths swallowed every inch and strained for more. Partly, he knew it hurt her a little each time he drilled into her. But mostly, in this position, only her brown hair betrayed that it wasn't Kara. He closed his eyes and imagined he rode the executive producer as hard as she rode his scripts.

Dirk growled. He had grown a little soft. Cassy's screams held too much pleasure. Without the slightest break in his harsh rhythm, his thumbs began to slide across her butt. He traced the red lines of her welts. With just that light touch, whimpers returned to her screams and he felt himself harden slightly. His hands slid quickly upward as he threw his entire body forward. His fingers clutched into her damaged flesh. His body spread her legs up and wide, even as the straps yanked at her ankles.

Her face buried into a pillow as she screamed. There were too many different pains. He swelled larger than before and felt the rush surge through his body as he exploded. His tempo became erratic as his body jerked through his orgasm. But if his timing faltered, his intensity only increased with each pained scream. Finally, he held himself deep inside her for a few seconds before he collapsed heavily on top of her. He didn't notice her whimpers as his body pressed against her welted butt.

Dirk's head jerked up. He was never quite sure how, but he knew Kara was on her way. He always knew. It was one of the only reasons he hadn't been caught, well, that and the fact that Cassy was submissive enough to obediently hide their affair. He jumped off the bed and yanked open the cuffs that held her down. His speed let Cassy know that she needed to move quickly and be gone. So while he slipped the bindings underneath the bed, still attached to the four corners, she limped sorely over to gather and don her clothes.

As Dirk watched Cassy limp out of the trailer, he began to grow hard once more. He glanced down and his grin turned sour. He had to clean that quickly. Kara might be oblivious to a lot of things, but she'd smell that for certain! He rushed to the small sink, pulled a washcloth and soap and began to scrub himself clean. It hurt slightly, which softened him once more and made it all the harder to clean. He might enjoy pain, but it was the inflicting not the receiving he liked.

The trailer door opened while he was still at the sink. He knew who it was, but threw the washcloth in the trash and leaned forward heavily against the sink. He growled without turning around. "What now!?" Only his head turned to see the response. After a second he softened his expression to apologetic; just long enough to supposedly recognize he had snapped at his love.

At first Kara looked shocked by his tone. Then, as she saw his expression change, and noted his nudity and location, her eyes shifted to pity. She hurried over to Dirk and wrapped her arms lovingly around his shoulders. "I'm sorry hun! I didn't mean to just barge in, but I wanted to make sure you were okay." He shuddered slightly in pleasure as her hands began to glide down his chest. "I know the latest batch of changes was especially hard on you. Personally I liked the gay male angle much better, but the studio didn't want it to be just another Brokeback, and thought they could tackle two controversial issues with lesbians."

Dirk had to contain his smile as Kara's hands slipped lower to cup and fondle his soft cock. She gently began to stroke life back into it while the other hand drifted down to fondle his balls. She leaned forward, on the tips of her toes, and nibbled on his earlobe before she whispered to him. "I think I know how I can relieve some of that tension."

Dirk felt her body press against his as she drifted down; from the tips of her toes to kneeling. She held his hips and guided him to turn around. He immediately leaned back, with his hands on either side of the sink, and shut his eyes. This was what he liked most about his continued relationship with Kara. Now that the movie was underway, he didn't really need her connections, but she was good in bed ~when he wanted it vanilla~ and she gave the single best blowjob he'd ever gotten. That it seemed to be her automatic method of apology only improved his considerations.

Warm lips glided slowly down the short length until they met the sparse curls as she pressed against his groin. Dirk groaned as his skin began to tingle. Kara sucked in quickly. This, he knew, was one of the greatest secrets to her skill. She always started when he was limp. She had even worked him with her hands, just so he would cum quickly and grow soft enough for her to use her mouth. He loved the sensation as he swelled inside that hot, wet, mouth. Unfortunately, most woman pulled away, instinctively, as a guy grew. She never flinched, but rather sucked harder.

He gripped the sink as he grew to full length, to fill Kara's soft mouth and press against the back of her throat. "MMMmmmmmmmmmm!" Her groan released a stronger sound from Dirk as the vibration of her voice seemed to echo straight into every nerve of his body.

Dirk's body shook, and he clutched the sink harder. He never could figure out what Kara did, but it felt like she meticulously worked his tip, even as she swallowed him whole. In moments, as she paused her own sounds of enjoyment only long enough for quick breaths, he knew he was about to explode. He felt his balls constrict as the inferno raced upward. It was the only warning she would get.

Kara sucked greedily as his hips jerked uncontrollably. He didn't know if she liked the taste, or simply the pleasure she brought to him. He didn't care, as long as it meant she continued as long as she did. Her lips pressed more firmly against him and sucked harder.

Dirk's elbows and knees buckled beneath the unbelievable sensation. He never got used to it, and hoped he never would. Kara's arms wrapped around his hips to cup his butt. Her arms, strengthened by years of yoga, Tai Bo, and numerous other workout regimes, managed to hold him against the sink as he screamed in ecstasy.

Finally, after she gulped a second helping, he ran dry again. Kara lowered Dirk to the ground, where he immediately curled into a ball. He watched her, from the ground, as she stood up and checked her makeup in the mirror. Her tongue glided across her soft lips. "Mmmmm. You've been using vanilla body soap!"

That explained both why she hadn't tasted the earlier session and why she drained him a second time. Kara reacted to vanilla like most women dreamt of chocolate. He managed to uncurl, but his voice only croaked out. "I knew you liked it, so I thought you might like me to smell like vanilla." If I knew you'd react like that I would have bought it a long time ago! The truth was, Dirk had only grabbed the bottle because it had been on sale. He hadn't even realized what scent it was.

Kara looked down at him, as he lounged on the floor, as if she had read his thought. From the sparkle in her eyes, she would gladly repeat the performance if he continued to use the soap. "So, you feeling a little more relaxed?" Dirk just nodded dumbly. He loved his life!

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Max hated the new script. The only advantage to it was that it was getting harder for Tony to screw with the shots in favor of Reese. His 'big break' would now be into the porn industry. Correction! 'Adult films.' If he was going to be working there he'd have to get the PC term right, after all. Max tried to collapse into the leather chair behind his desk. It didn't matter how comfortable the chair was, he would be in pain. It was getting worse and he knew he had months of shooting left with no end in sight.

He'd spent all day filming just one of the three lesbian love scenes. He'd scheduled it early in the week as a way to get everyone used to the new dramatic elements and spaced the other two over the course of the entire shoot in the hopes that he could convince someone to cut back the number of scenes. Now, more than ever, he desperately needed less of them.

For an entire day he'd watched Reese and Susan paw and grope each other in front of the camera and snipe away the moment the shot was finished. At this point, he didn't know which had turned him on more. But if this kept up, he'd have to find a hooker. Hell, there was a medical term for an erection that lasted this long! And that didn't even factor in the perpetual state of blue-balls!

Max gave up with the chair and crossed over to the still-virgin couch. He looked over, as someone opened the door. When he saw the triple-D breasts and brown hair push a tray through the doorway he groaned. He collapsed onto the couch as Cassy walked in. Yet another enticing woman he couldn't possess.

He noticed Cassy's walk was strained. Max studied her for a moment with an artist's eyes and realized that she favored her crotch as she walked. No, not just that but her hips as well. It was as if everything about her pants hurt her. And they weren't even particularly tight.

"Get your fucking eyes off of me or I swear to God I'll cut off that pathetic excuse for a dick and use it to blind you!" Max jumped as he realized not only that he'd been openly staring, but how it looked combined with his reaction to the day's filming. His eyes snapped to hers and he mumbled out an apology.

He had no interest in the woman, honestly. He had realized the truth of her immediately. She was weak. Worse, she was afraid of her own weakness and covered that with a facade of utter indomitability. Even still, he wondered who she had abused enough to break him into riding so hard that she actually worked herself raw. If she'd done that to herself, whoever 'he' was would be out of commission for days. Max hoped it was someone from a different set, after all they couldn't afford even the slightest delay at this point. Unfortunately, he knew his luck would have it be Hans, or someone else equally irreplaceable.

Cassy spun away and stormed out of the room. Max sighed and used a foot to pull the cart over to him. He lifted the cover on the tray and smiled thankfully. He knew it was silly, but with complete impunity for selection of his dinner, he still ordered mac and cheese. It was comfort food, and he needed all the comfort he could get.

Long, dirty-blond, hair peered around the corner of his door, followed a moment later by round, brown eyes. Max smiled and finally seemed to settle into the embrace of the couch. She was always the calm center of his day. "Mr. McGrath?"

He waved her in and ushered her into the chair on the near side of the desk. Once she sat, he waved towards the dinner but she shook her head. "Patience, how long have we known each other?"

"Just under three years Mr. McGrath."

"Patience, what I'm trying to say is, you've known me for a long time now. You're my personal assistant. Hell, you're about the only thing that keeps me sane! Please, for the love of God, call me Max!"

Patience looked down and blushed. It actually looked quite fetching on the young woman. Although she weighed more than the stick figures that paraded around as starlets, it looked quite good on her. And the deep blush accented her soft, round, cheeks. He'd asked her before to call him Max, but so far it hadn't worked. "Now, is there something I can do for you Patience?"

"Well, Mr...Max," miracle of miracles, "I couldn't help but hear Cassy grumbling when she left." Max's expression darkened slightly, but he continued to look at her expectantly. "To put it kindly, she claimed you were undressing her with your eyes."

Max sighed. "Patience, I wasn't. I don't know what her problem is, but for once I'm innocent. I was looking her over, but only because..." It was Max's turn to falter. He didn't have Patience's ability to soften his words without first thinking about it. "Well, she looked sore. And I couldn't help but notice."

Patience nodded. Max got the impression that she knew exactly who Cassy had broken to her will, but he simply didn't want to know so he didn't ask. His theory was confirmed by the way her own expression darkened. "Can I offer you some advice Mr...Max?" He nodded. "You don't have to be Hollywood. You'll have more, uh, luck if you just try to be yourself."

Patience's face had turned bright crimson and her eyes now refused to meet his. He knew exactly what she was talking about. If anyone around here actually knew about his sex life, or lack thereof, it was Patience. He smiled and nodded. "You want to go get a drink or something? It's been a long day and I think I need to get out of here."

Patience smiled and finally looked back into his eyes. She understood that there hadn't been any overtures in his invitation, just simple friendship. "I'm sorry Mr., Max, I can't." The smiled broadened and he knew her excuse by the glow of her cheeks and twinkle in her eyes. "I have a date!"

Max's smile broadened. "That's great to hear. Who's the lucky guy? It is a guy, isn't it? Shit! It could be a girl."

Patience stood and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's a guy. His name's Jackson. He's one of the Pas."

Max had to think about the virtually faceless drones who were the worker bees of the industry. "Arseton?" She nodded. He seemed like a good enough kid. He was just out of college, which put him at her age, and seemed driven to make it in the industry. He reached up to place a hand comfortingly on hers. "Well, Ms. Serenity, I hope the two of you have a wonderful time!"

Patience smiled and waved as she rushed from the room. Max simply shook his head and collected his dinner. As he moved over to his desk, he wondered how he had ever found her. With everything that fell apart around him, she somehow managed to keep his schedule, not to mention his life, in order. Mr. Arseton was certainly the lucky one.

Max lifted the fork to his mouth just in time for the phone to ring. It clattered back to the bowl untouched. "Max McGrath speaking."

"Max?" Shit! Not only was he beginning to dread the sound of Kara's voice, but she sounded even more harried than usual. "Dirk you still there?" Dirk responded from the third side of a three-way call and Max's heart plummeted. "There's a problem. With the polls most decidedly turned against Iraq, the studio has decided to make some more changes."

Max's blood turned to ice. Dirk was already swearing on the other end of the line. This can't be happening! It simply can't! "Two words for you boys. 'Gang war.'" Max's forehead hit the desk, hard!

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This is the fifth chapter of a chain. I highly encourage you to follow the other misadventures as the studio tries to produce 'Tragic Tactics.' If you enjoyed the story, please tell your friends, and most especially, please vote. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the chain.

Copyright April 2007, by Deathlynx

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