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DAYJOB stretch for them get
Day Job
By Katie McN <katie_mcn@earthlink.net> (c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN
Reventlow Paladrino is probably the most important in Hollywood.
No, you haven't heard of him. Of course not. The guy is the ultimate
insider. But, can you think of any other person who could command the
use of the Jules Stein Office on the sixteenth floor of the MCA Black
Tower with just a single phone call?
RP is the brains behind six of the top ten grossing pictures of all
time. His deal financing is so fucking amazing. Why, I remember a time
back in the late seventies, when he almost put Bank of America out of
business with one of his 225% participation programs. I mean the guy is
beyond belief ... he fucking has it all.
But, I've got to say that I admire him most for all the he gets.
I mean he gets more gash than King Solomon ever did, if you know what I
mean, Jerry.
When it comes to pussy, I get more than my fair share, Jer, but this
guy. Wow. And some of the you hear.
Unbelievable!!
Take last time ... He was doing principal casting for the "Life of
Mother Theresa."
No, of course not, Jerry, he never leaves the important details like
that to his little people.
That's one of the reasons he is so fucking great.
Anyhow, he brought in the three actresses. Big actresses! You know ...
three of the very top cunts in the business.
They each thought they had a lock on the part of T, meeting or no.
I don't really want to mention their names here in the Studio
Commissary, but I'll just say number two, four and five box office
gross leaders over the last three years. Yep, that's right, you know
who I mean.
Hey, don't bust my balls on this, Jer.
Of course, I know he went with an unknown on that film.
But fuck man, the guy was just trying to get laid by some of the
hottest broads in films. These cunts normally keep their golden pussies
under lock and key and don't put out for anybody.
It was a total scam start to finish, baby. No shit.
Way I hear it, all three of them showed up at his office around two in
the afternoon, and the first thing they noticed was each other.
He didn't bother to tell them they were going to meet with the others,
as a group. It must of been funnier than shit. Fuck, did I laugh out
loud the first time I heard about it.
Hell yes they were steamed! They couldn't leave when they found out,
either, even though they wanted to real bad. I mean, they knew if they
left they'd lose out on the biggest role of the year.
That fucking guy is sheer genius.
I mean three of the most competitive broads in the whole town, standing
right there, steaming. All three of 'em decided on the spot that they
were going do anything, and I mean anything, to shit on the other two.
Look, Jerry, I don't think it's a good idea for ya to continue to
mention their names here. Someone might be listening, baby.
Let's just call 'em A, B and C in case some shit is trying to overhear
our conversation. Yah, we gotta make a living in this town, Jer.
Well, RP came out of his office and acted just like a meeting with
these three broads is everyday.
"Hello A. You look so good darling."
"B, have you changed your hair? Goodness you sure can warm an guy
like me up."
"C who is dressing you these days, baby? God, you're looking great."
Yah, yah, we all heard his shit before. Still fucking works though. The
guy is something else.
Anyhow, he had a bottle of Dom cooling in the office. The big fucker, I
don't know what they call it, Jer, don't drink that shit myself. But
the broads ... they were eating it up.
First, he got them warmed up by telling 'em that marketing figured the
story should box office at 200 million plus. Where the fuck those
get that shit, I'll never know.
The babes believed every fucking thing RP said. He got their attention
real good and more than ever they wanted to get that fucking T
role.
The real ass kicker was when he told them that he didn't give a shit
about the money. No, no. This was the film he had waited all his life
to do, and he was going to put everything the studio had behind the
picture.
RP told the broads he expected Oscars all around. Ya know, Cannes out
the ying yang and fucking Golden Globes. Fucking Theresa! Holy
shit!!
But, they bought it, Jer, hook line and sinker. Hook fucking line and
sinker, baby. Damn, I wish we'd been there, Jerry. Shit, must a been a
fucking zoo.
Now comes the major league hook.
RP reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a treatment. He
told 'em he was thinking Spielberg for this masterpiece and explained
that the film was looking like 3 plus hours of dialog, so good
Shakespeare would have given his left nut to write it.
Needless to say, he got B's attention, right away. You know how she is
really into those endless tragic bullshit movies, and add some fucking
director who can't speak English, why, you just know, she would have a
hard time keeping her hand from sneaking down to her pussy.
The chicks found out the was going to provide some early life
details of the Sainted Mother. Ya know, little known shit some scholars
at USC Film School were able to dig up. RP sure as shit got them to
stand up and take notice with that crap, let me tell you.
It was easy for RP to see they were ready to kill each other to get the
part, and no chance they would let one of other bimbos be the one to
land it either. No fucking way, baby.
He told them that nudity is integral to the story, and asked if "Anyone
got a problem with this as long as it's tastefully done?" No, no. They
all remembered their early days when they were just getting started,
and, shit, they can do nudity standing on their heads. Wait a minute, C
did stand on her head in that one Adam and Eve vid. Yah, only a few
people saw that one before the studio bought up the negative. You know,
Jerry, I bet, no one ever figured out how she picked up the beer bottle
after she squatted down on it, but that's another story.
"Whoever gets this role has to start out playing her at 14and go all
the way to 92 years of age. We can do the 92 in makeup, but the 14 is
another problem." The big man.
"All of you know Theresa was a hooker before she saw the light."
They didn't know, but felt it would be bad form to let on, and so they
all just nodded their heads and agreed with RP.
"Okay, we got to get the audience into this film. We can't let anyone
think we're making some exploitation shit, not with these real meaty
scenes where you can just feel her pain. I'm sure you babes can see
this is Oscar fucking material for sure. Now you three bimbos are the
best looking women in Hollywood or anywhere else for that matter. So I
got no problem with you playing hookers. I just can't take a chance on
you being prima fucking donnas and killing the budget with a bunch of
bullshit demands. You all understand what I'm saying, don't you?" RP
was coming across like some combination of Spielberg and Hitchcock and
they just looked at him awestruck.
"Look, any one of you can get a deal where you fart into a bottle for
$15 million. That's not the point, ladies. Fuck no! Now, I'm going to
have everything on the line with this film and unless you're willing to
go that extra mile, I can't take a chance with you." Pure class, RP,
yes!
It sounded like fucking art to the broads, and they wanted the part so
bad they could just shit.
"Okay. Let's see the legs, girls." RP was taking charge now.
The three grand dames of the motion industry were looking at
him in stunned disbelief, but he just stayed cool, very cool.
"Look, you don't have to do any of this shit. No fucking way. You're
big stars, but I can't take a chance on picking a leading lady who
won't follow my vision."
Next thing you know A's dress was moving up over the knees, and yes,
she still wears seamed and a garter belt. You know how she
likes to accidentally show off those incredible legs when she gets in
and out of cars. Yep, she flashes shots out the wazzoo, baby.
You've seen it, Jerry, her looks real good with her legs spread
wide and her love box airing out in the breeze.
Well shit, Jerry, the other babes got their dresses going up, too.
There was no fucking chance someone was going to top one of those
bimbos. The Fucking Theresa part was pure juice and it was all
they could think about, baby.
RP just stood there and watched those three broads run amuck.
The dames didn't act like they were paying attention to each other,
but, sure as shit, they saw everything that was going on with the other
two bitches.
When A got her skirt up an inch or so higher than B, it was like no
time at all before B was up 2 more inches, and fucking C beat all three
of 'em soon as she saw what was happening. RP got to look at three of
the biggest money broads in Hollywood with their dresses pulled up
around their necks, looking just like starlets getting ready to hit the
casting couch.
Fucking RP promised me he'd show me the his cameras took,
but he never has, Jerry, and am I pissed.
"Okay girls, this is getting us fucking nowhere." RP was smiling and
beaming as he checked out what kind of underwear these babes were
wearing. Fuck, Jerry, I would of ripped right through the front of my
pants and all over myself if I'd been there.
"Screw this leg shit, why not just take your dresses off, and quit
fooling around."
Well, at this point, C was fucking into it and not really thinking
about what he was saying. No, she was just out to kick some ass, and
the other two bitches weren't going to get one inch ahead of her.
Well, off came C's dress and she was standing there in nothing but
heels and hose. No, Jerry, she doesn't wear underwear. I can't
remember her ever wearing any to tell you the truth. Yah, I can't agree
with you more, baby, those are so fucking firm, she doesn't need
any help to keep them pointing at you like two fucking rockets.
Shit, Jerry, the other two saw this and they couldn't wait to
take off their clothes. It was like a strip show, baby. They were all
watching each other and when one made a move and took something off,
the other ones matched it piece for piece. Off came the dresses, slips,
bras, garter belts and stockings. Man, in no time at all, three of the
best looking bimbos you'd every want to see were standing there in
nothing but their high heels and jewelry. I would of blown my wad right
then, Jerry, fucking A.
RP, though, remained very calm as the broads were ripping their clothes
off in a fucking frenzy. You know, that guy has more class than a
football. Next, he told the broads that he had something they just had
to see in his inner office, and off they went naked as jay birds, not
even thinking if they would see their clothes again. Man, the guy knows
his shit and we missed the whole fucking thing.
Well, once RP and the bimbos got inside his inner office, he handed
them scripts and told them that they had some real work to do.
"Okay A and B, I want to see how sensitively you'll handle this love
scene. What do you mean where's the guy? Fucking Theresa was a
lesbian before she got converted. What the fuck's wrong with you
broads?"
B didn't figure anything was wrong with her, and she wanted that part
more than you could imagine. A was also ready to do whatever it took to
get the part, and didn't give a shit what it was, either.
Well, RP got to stand there and watch A and B on each others'
tongues for just about ever, and the word I got is that these two
broads knew a hell of a lot more about lezzie shit than a straight
bitch should. Yah, Jerry, just about every big name fem star in town is
a lezzie, so it really wasn't a for them to get it on like
that.
RP just stood there and kind of made suggestions like he's the
director. "B suck on her tit like you mean it, girl. A get your hand
moving between her legs so she can really feel something. This is gonna
be a close up shot, so make it look real, baby. I want to hear some
screaming and moaning here, just like you do when you really get off."
Well, this didn't really turn out to be a big problem for the babes,
Jerry, since they were getting off big time right about then anyhow.
RP had the two stars on the couch in his office going at it like two
porn stars at a fuck festival. And, Jerry, they were getting hot while
he stood there cool as he could be. "Finger this. Suck that. Grab the
other." Where the fuck were we, Jerry?
Eventually, RP had them stop the hot action. It was really more to get
C into the than him giving a shit that A and B were fucking
exhausted after they came about three times each.
"Okay C, A and B proved they could get into character, so now it's up
to you. I want you to imagine that you are in the convent and not
really converted yet. Yah, you're very horny cause you haven't been
with another broad in days. Okay, you got the picture, so lay down on
the couch and do yourself."
"What the fuck do you mean you won't finger yourself? You saw A and B
doing a lezzie act so get that hand moving or get the fuck out of
here." RP is so suave.
Yep, next thing you know, C was going to town doing the one hand wonder
on her very fine looking pussy. She was not just going through the
motions, baby. Nope, she's a method actress, and she was making it look
good cause she was really doing herself. It was so very hot, Jer, her
fucking hand looked like a blur moving so fast between her legs.
The other two broads were watching the action and getting a little
worried that C was pulling ahead of them. They never saw a broad do
herself that good before and they were getting real hot and horny, too.
C got so into it that she started moaning and was real close to getting
off. She expected RP to say cut at this point, but nope, he just let
her go on and on and on.
Well, Jerry, you know what happened next, and, yes, C came like there
was no tomorrow. The fucking bitch was loud, baby. Man, that must have
been a turn on for everybody who was there watching her, that's for
damn sure.
After C collapsed on the couch, RP looked A in the eye and said he was
going to leave. No shit, just like that, Jerry. "Wait a minute." You
heard 'em all pissing. "We're just getting started here and we want the
fucking part." Blah, blah, blah, you can just imagine them getting all
hot and bothered.
"Look, I've been watching some really hot action and I can't take it
any more. I'm gonna have to go out and get laid right this fucking
minute. I don't know how long it'll take until I find someone to do me
so you broads will just have to run along." Don't you feel for him,
Jerry? Shit.
Yah baby, you can just how it went from there with those
hotties. Yep, next thing you know, A was spreading her very fine legs
right on top of RP's desk begging him to fuck her. No shit, Jer.
RP dropped his pants and got right into it without missing a beat. He
told her to play with her to help him get off fast so they can get
back to work. Hell yes, two of the nicest looking boobies you ever saw
getting the A treatment, if you know what I mean. Ha, ha.
Well, it didn't take RP too long before he got his rocks off again. So,
now the broads figured he's getting back to work, but no fucking way,
baby.
He looked right at B and said, "Look, this isn't fair to you, B. A had
a chance to fuck me so she pulls way ahead in the casting department.
No B, it's not very fair, but I'm a man, and we all think with our
dicks, if you know what I mean."
B knew and got real pissed. "You asshole, why didn't you give me a
chance to fuck your brains out. I'd a torn you apart." Man, she was
hot. You've seen her like this, Jerry, holy shit.
RP, being the benevolent guy he is, says, "Okay, I'll make it up to
you, B baby, you can give me a blow job instead. Time to get your knees
dirty, darling."
Wow, she really started screaming at him when she heard that. "You
fucking scumbag! You just came, fucker, and even my world class
blow job couldn't do anything for you now."
"Okay, okay, I know how to make this fair, B." RP had to come up with
something to cool her off. "A get your ass behind me and get on your
knees. Yah, that's good." A got right to it soon as he told her what to
do. That always did take direction well. Ha, ha.
"Here's the deal bimbos. B sucks me off and A rims me at the same time.
And, listen A, I want to feel that tongue boring into my asshole. If it
isn't good, I'm taking points off you. Understand?"
Obviously, she did. She had already reached around and had his pants
half way down to the floor. Never saw a broad like her, before or
since, Jerry. She could trip you and beat you to the ground best two
out of three.
B was getting right into it, too. The broad dropped to her knees and
had RP's whopper in her mouth lickity split. Damn, can you imagine B
sucking you and A rimming you at the same time, Jer? Really, who could
ask for anything more?
Now, here's the best part, baby. C was watching this shit and she was
really steamed. Yah, she wanted to get into the action now that she saw
how far behind she was in the points department. It looked like she was
ready to push one of the other broads out of the way so she could start
in on RP with a little and fucking of her own.
Needless to say, RP got off after about two minutes. Sure as shit, soon
as he came, he heard C bitching up a fucking storm. "What the fuck do
you mean letting those sluts do you without giving me a chance to show
you what fucking is all about, you asshole? No guy can make a comeback
after that kind of action. How am I supposed to keep in the game when
you give those bitches all the breaks, you fucking dick head?"
This is why RP must be considered different from you and me, Jerry.
Why, he calmly looked at her and said, "C, baby, I've saved the best
for you, sweetheart. You gotta know there's nothing that turns me on
more than a little light S and M, baby. Can you deal with it, darling?"
RP guided her over to his desk and got her to bend over and lie down on
the desk. Sure, she still had her fine, fine, super fine legs on the
floor. She had 'em spread real nice, too, so you could see all that
pink just lookin' back at you, and that ass, wow. Yah, Jer, one of
those scenic view things.
Next thing you know, RP pulled a small riding crop out of his desk and
started slapping her on the ass. No, no, not real hard at first and,
anyhow, she didn't seem to care that her ass was getting from his
workout. She figured she was making a comeback and knew that kinky
always scores more points with us guys. Fuck yes!
Well, in no time at all, RP got hard as a rock again. He unzipped his
fly, pulled out his jumbo meat missile, and stuck her right in the
asshole with his big cock. While he was going to town on C's great
looking ass, he handed A the whip and told her to go for it. Fuck, man,
she beat the shit out of C, if you can just imagine the picture. Jerry,
it was kind of like getting fucked and fucked over at the same time.
Soon as he finished getting off in C's asshole, RP screamed out, "Let's
go film some shit." The four of them raced out the fucking door,
heading for the elevator. You can't believe the excitement, Jerry, no
shit.
Now, it's not too bad to be running around nude on the 16th floor of
the MCA Tower because security would just figure you're some eccentric
executive. No one ever fucking questions the shit that happens up in
suit heaven. Now seeing RP and the three naked broads running through
the aisles wouldn't of been too bad if they got off on the 11th floor
where the fucking record company is headquartered. Yah, it would just
look like some new act A and R found at Madam Wong's and nobody would
of given a shit. But, Jerry, they made a real mistake getting off the
elevator on the 4th floor.
Sure Jerry, the 4th floor is where the MCA-Universal Corporate
Accounting department is located. Yah, a bunch of fucking bean
counters, no shit, baby. You see more black three piece suits on that
floor than you can shake a stick at, that's for damn sure.
Okay, now just imagine seeing RP and three big stars sans attire
running through the aisles of the fourth floor. They were screaming and
yelling shit and, of course, the accountants just freaked out. Jerry,
can you just see 20 CPAs with boners standing there with their jaws
hanging down to their chests.
Well, what made it worse was a group of top Seagram Executives just
finished a meeting in the Corporate Controllers' Office and happened
upon this merry scene. Yah, Seagram, the fucking company that bought
MCA. It sure was a good thing these were all drunk or there could
have been some real problems.
Anyhow, RP was thinking on his feet and told the broads, "Look we're in
big trouble here, so give all these head and then we can make a
quick exit."
Sure as shit, the three of them each grabbed a guy, dropped his pants
and started like there's no tomorrow. The were standing
there with their pants and silk boxers wrapped around their ankles. All
the people standing around there were just freaked out watching this
shit.
No, no, I don't think blow jobs are legal in Canada either so these
guys all shot their wads real fast cause they never had lip locks like
that before. Yah, it was something new for them I'm sure.
The broad that was in the Seagram party was madder than hell and
shitting big bricks. She couldn't believe any of this was fucking
happening right there in the main aisle of accounting. Yah, Jerry, the
three babes did all five of the top dogs from Seagram in about three
minutes. Those were standing there after it was over with their
pants around their ankles, dripping out of their dicks and shit
eating grins on their faces.
You'd figure RP was done for now, but, no way, baby. He tells A, B and
C to do the Seagram chick next. And, before that hoser babe knew what
hit her, they got her dress up around her waist and her torn
right off. B ripped the front of her blouse open, too, and, from what I
heard, she had some real nice looking for an executive chick.
The Canadian bimbo got some truly fine lip locking and rimming from B
and C, while A on her titties. Broad must of thought it was
tongue-ga-lishous, if you get my drift! No Jerry, I don't think they
have any in Canada either. No, no, Canada's too cold for that
sort of shit, believe me, Jerry.
RP and the three stars leaving the Seagram executives in
disarray, and the fourth floor money were sort of out it, too. A
couple of them were pissed cause they didn't get a blow job and there
was this one guy jacking off right there in the hallway.
Jerry, if we could figure a way to make that act part of the Universal
Tour, we'd be making millions, fucking millions, baby.
Anyhow, getting back to the story, somehow they ended up in the lobby
of the tower building. Funny thing happened there when B looked at the
bust of Jules Stein, the Founder of MCA, that was displayed by the
elevators. She stared at it for a moment and said, "I think I had that
guy a couple years back." The other two said they must have had him,
too, but couldn't remember just when. They were all just trying to keep
up, baby. Yah, you know how that works.
Now, the guards didn't know what to fucking do with three naked stars
standing around in the lobby a big crowd like that. Normally,
when people run through the lobby nude, they just take them into the
back room and give 'em a choice between giving up the booty to a couple
of the guards, or off to the slammer. Security didn't know what to do
with this shit. RP is too big a to fuck with and they know they
can't do shit to the three top female stars. Shit, they just stood
there and kind of enjoyed all the action, nothing else they could do,
really.
Finally, RP got the broads into his limo and sent them off to the Palm
Restaurant for an early dinner. No shit, Jerry, can you imagine them
showing up at Palm in nothing but their high heels demanding a front
table.
Reventlow Paladrino, man, the fucking guy has it all. Jerry, he gave me
the MCA Security took of these fine looking ladies just before
they got into the limo. What do you think of it, baby?
The End
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