Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (44 page)

Not
wanting to think about Ant, he reached for the next pile, which was of a blonde
woman with ginormous tits. Noise came from downstairs, the sound of feet and
voices diverting his attention. His eyes moved to the ballroom’s entrance as a
blonde woman walked through, the big titted one from the photos, along with the
cute redheaded man, both of them heading for Corey’s table.

The
woman stopped in front of Corey and leaned over, giving him an unwelcome view
of her tits. He raised his eyes, trying not to look at the gross things, her
face a much prettier sight. No, she wasn’t just pretty, she was drop-dead
gorgeous, especially her intense blue eyes, which were heavily rimmed with
black liner.

“Aren’t
you a cutie-pie,” she said. “What’s your name, baby face?”

“Corey.”

She
smiled wide, her lips covered in pink glittery gloss. “I could just hug you,
you’re so
cute!
They said they had a cutie coming, but that’s an
understatement.” She glanced at the redheaded guy as he sat in the chair next
to Corey. “Looks like they’ve found someone to replace you, Jimmy.”

“Let’s
hope so, cos I’m sick of getting bucked,” the guy grumbled, sounding Irish.

“It’s
fucked, Jimmy, not bucked.”

A
smile lit up his face. “Fucked then, and with him here, I might finally be the
one doing it.” He leaned towards the blonde woman. “I’d love to
fuck
you.”

“Your
cock isn’t big enough for the job, babe.”

The
guy glared at her. “Don’t be a bitch.”

“I
wasn’t meaning to.” She turned back to Corey, and picked up one of his pictures
off the desk. Her mouth formed into an O, then she clicked her tongue. “Looks
like you’ve been a very naughty little boy.”

Corey
snatched the photo out of her hand and leaned over the rest. “I wuz high.”

“Well,
you’re gonna make a lot of bears’ dicks rise high with those.”

“Bears?”

“Big
men, the type that like to screw twinks like you.”

“I’m
not a twink!”

“Can’t
change how you look, so you might as well work with what you’ve got, and,
honey, you’re a hot little thing, so get as much money out of the bastards as
you can before you lose that cute look.”

“I
don’t wanna be here, they kidnap—” He stopped mid-word, then continued, figuring
she wasn’t a client, so he could say it. “They kidnapped me and my boyfriend’s
sister. Please call the cops for me.”

“Sorry,
you’re sweet out of luck with that. No one will call the police, unless they
want to end up dead.”

“But
I don’t wanna be here,” he said, the tears flowing again.

She
wiped his cheek with a thumb, then gave him a peck on the forehead. “Don’t cry,
sweetie. It’ll only make the bears want you more, especially since it makes
your eyes look even prettier. So innocent, they’ll eat you up.”

Even
more scared now; he placed his forehead on the table so no one could see his
face.

She
patted his head. “You should take your beanie off in here.”

“No!”
he yelled, grabbing at it.

“Okay,
I’ll leave you alone...”

Corey
bristled at the woman’s, “...poor sweetheart.” He hated her for not helping
him, all her talk meaningless since he was still in the same situation—scared
shitless and with FUCK ME written across his forehead.

More
footsteps and voices began filling the room, the clink of glasses accompanying
them. Someone tapped his head, making him look up. The Samoan man was towering
over him. “Time for work,” he said, “and remember:
don’t
upset the
clients.”

Corey
nodded, knowing he had no choice. He glanced around the room as naked men and
women took up position along the walls, holding platters of wine and food.
Their bodies were hairless, even below, only silver, bronze and gold body paint
decorating areas of flesh, with the exception of a few, who were wearing body
jewellery, one man’s Prince Albert capturing Corey’s full attention, not to
mention the guy was hard, along with all the other males.

After
a few minutes, Ant appeared, settling himself in the entrance to the ballroom,
looking hot in a pinstripe suit. Fuck! Ant wasn’t hot, he was an arsehole.
Corey glared at the back of the man’s head, imagining punching it.

Ant
glanced over his shoulder. He gave Corey a wide grin, then licked his lips and
winked at him. Corey dropped his gaze, feeling his cheeks heat.

“Looks
like you were heaven-sent,” the redheaded man said.

Corey
glanced at him. “Why?”

“Because
maybe now Ant will finally leave me alone.”

“What
does he do to you?”

“Fucks
me whenever he can, regardless of whether it’s in front of the cameras or not.
I hate it.”

“Then
why do ya do it?”

“I
don’t get a choice. I got into porn for women, and ended up being the woman.
But now you’re here, I might finally get to use my arse for what God made it
for.” The redhead leaned towards him. “Just one thing, don’t ever scream or beg
for Ant to stop, it doesn’t work, it’ll only make things worse.”

Corey
blanched, feeling like all the blood had drained from his face. “He’s not
fucking me.”

“Like
me, you don’t get a choice. Just close your eyes and try to blank it out, it’ll
help.”

Corey
brought his hands to his head. “This ain’t happening.”

“I
wish.”

Men
and women dressed in fancy clothes began appearing in the ballroom’s entrance.
They stopped to shake Ant’s hand, everyone saying a word to the man, Ant always
responding with a smile, the prick looking like the perfect host. Corey willed
him to drop dead.

“I
thought Sledge said you weren’t allowed to be here,” a woman said, her accent
sounding Croatian.

Corey
glanced to his left, surprised to see the blonde woman from his house sitting
two seats away, the one he’d seen talking to Sledge and the cops. But unlike
the day before, her bruises were gone, or more likely hidden by makeup. She was
dressed in red knickers and a black corset, the woman’s waist tiny, her boobs
the opposite.

“He
doesn’t know I’m here, they kidnapped me and his sister,” Corey whispered, not
wanting the customers to hear.

The
woman swore softly. “Then do as you’re told, don’t make any scenes if you want
Juliet to go home alive.”

“But
they said they wouldn’t hurt her.”

“They
won’t, as long as you do as you’re told.”

Corey
screwed up his face. “This can’t be happening.”

“It
is; so stop crying like a baby and deal with it
.
”

“But,
I’m scared.”

“I
am too,
mali
, I’m just not stupid enough to show it.”

“You
don’t needa be nasty, and what does
mali
mean?”

“It
means
little
; it’s what I call boys.”

“I’m
not little.”

“Of
course you are; you’re barely five-foot-five.”

“No
I’m not
.
I’m five-six, which is
not
little.”

“Only
for a girl.”

“You
calling me a girl?”

“No,
I’m calling you little, so get over it. And why are you dressed in that grey
thing?”

“Cos
of him,” Corey said, pointing at Ant.

Kara
muttered softly. “He’s the Devil that man: Lucifer in pinstripes.”

“They
said they’re putting me in his room tonight.”

“Think
of Sledge to get through it.”

“No!”
The room went quiet. People turned to look at him, making Corey shrink down,
wishing he could disappear.

Ant
clapped his hands loudly. “I apologise for our naughty schoolboy’s outburst,
he’s one of our new stars and is rather prone to throwing tantrums, so it looks
like he’ll be getting a spanking tonight.”

A
number of the guests laughed, but it just made Corey shrink further into the
chair.

Ant
grinned across at him, telling Corey it was definitely going to happen, then
the man refocused on his guests. “So, let’s proceed with the evening. I won’t
give a long speech as everyone must be eager to talk to our stars, but if you
would like refreshments or toys please help yourself,” he said, indicating to
the painted men and women holding the trays.

Corey
sat up straighter, now realising there was more than food and drink on the
trays. His eyes widened at the boxes of condoms, the vibrators and... Oh God,
there were butt plugs, nipple clamps and what looked like small whips, even a
paddle.

Ant
continued, “And if you wish to get some added benefits, but prefer to receive
them in private, we have rooms available, just tell the guards who you would
like to follow you there. However, the stars at the table are not to be
procured in this manner, instead you can only ask them to sign autographs, to
shake your hand, or to receive a kiss, even a feel up...”

People
laughed and clapped.

“...but
other than that, you won’t be getting lucky with them, unless you have a spare
two million.”

One
man piped up: “I do!”

Smiling
wide, Ant indicated to him. “Mario is a friend of mine, and someone with more
money than sense, because I picked that number since I didn’t think anyone
would be willing to part with so much just for one night of sex.”

“Liar,”
Kara whispered. “He knew some of the billionaires would make an offer. It’s
more about the prestige, than the actual sex. They’re arrogant bastards with
obscene amounts of cash.”

“So,
Antonio,” the Spanish man said, “will you take my money?”

“Yes,
Mario, I’ll be happy to part you from it. And since you’re a friend, you can
have whoever you want stay with you for the rest of your time in Auckland.”

“Thank
you, my friend.” The Spanish man turned to eye the table up.

“Please
not me, please not me,” Corey whispered to himself.

The
man’s gaze moved between Kara and the other woman, making Corey breathe out in
relief, the guy obviously straight. “Her,” Mr. Lazio said, pointing to
Ginormous Tits, who jumped up, her mammary glands almost bouncing out of her
low-cut dress.

“She’s
going to get a twenty percent cut of the money,” Kara whispered, “and a very
small dick. I’ve had Mario before and he’s so tiny I hardly felt it. But at
least he has a nice body and face, just a pity about below.”

“Sophia,”
Ant said, “Looks like you won’t be signing autographs tonight.”

Sophia
bounced over to the Spanish man on impossibly high stilettos, the things
looking like they would snap under the weight of her tits. She wrapped her arms
around the man, giving him a giant kiss on the mouth.

“Lucky
bitch,” the redheaded guy grumbled. “Even I’m willing to get fucked for that
kind of cash.”

“And
a lot less,” Kara muttered.

The
redhead threw a glare at her, which only got a smile in return.

Ant
clapped for attention once again. “I’ve just received a message, and many of
you will be extremely pleased to know that Dante will be arriving any minute
now.”

Gasps,
cheers and shrieks went up, along with a “Hell yeah! I wanna see that horny
devil in action,” from a fat man wearing a cowboy hat.

Ant
chuckled. “Most people do; which is why Dante will be performing for you all
tonight.”

Applause
filled the room, the fat cowboy letting out a shrill wolf whistle to accompany
it.

Ant
continued, “But that won’t be straight away, because for the next hour or so
he’ll be signing autographs at the table,” he said, pointing to where Corey and
the others were seated. “Of course, if you lovely ladies—and men, want to
receive a kiss from him, he loves that kind of thing, so don’t be shy to ask or
just take.”

“Bastard,”
Kara muttered. “He’s going to make this hard for poor Dante.”

“Why?”
Corey asked.

“Ant
hates the Ratas, has some sort of vendetta against Ash and is going to make
Dante pay for it. Like you, Dante is being forced to attend.”

Ant
touched his ear, probably listening to an earpiece. “He’s arrived. Please clear
a path so he can walk to the table. Of course, since he’s our highest grossing
star...”

“He
receives nothing for what he does,” Kara hissed. “They were filming him without
his knowledge.”

“...he
will be escorted, so don’t descend upon him or he will have to leave, which I’m
sure no one wants. You will all get your turn to speak to him, as well as the
other stars.” Ant turned to the door. “Here he is now!”

Dante
appeared in the doorway, his attire, or lack of it, receiving many a gasp. He
was half-undressed, his upper body naked, except for his droolable tattoos.
Although he didn’t have Sledge’s muscular bulk, his physique was toned and
shaped to perfection. Corey’s eyes lowered to Dante’s six-pack,
but only for a split-second before latching
onto his lower half,
gawking in shock and
awe. Dante’s cock jutted out of his painted on leather pants in all its glory.