A/N- I was in the mood for a train wreck.

Razzle Daz

Lana had always loved watching TV growing up. She was always fascinated with how it was made. When she grew up, she decided to make it her major in college. She got a degree and hoped to get on a soap opera or a crime drama set but ended up interning on a kids show called Razzle Daz.

It was a pretty simple set up, the show was about a magical DJ named Razzle, he'd take the kids on wild and wacky musical adventures. There was quizzes, silly games, treats and lots of dancing with the shows side kick Daz, a silly wacky costumed performer, who was always dancing and getting into trouble.

It was still in its early days, when Lana started, production had only been going for about two months. The sets had all been built, the costumes had been made and they'd done a few mock ups with tests audiences and were just getting ready to film actual episodes. Lana was so excited to be apart of it from the beginning. As an intern she got to see a little bit of everything but mostly ran errands.

Still it quickly became the best internships she'd ever had, she felt like she'd actually gotten her foot in the door but after a few weeks, she began to hear whispers of the show being on the chopping block. Razzle was doing really good, the test audience really liked him but Daz not so much. The person playing him, complained about how hot the suit was and didn't seem to like kids at all. On camera he'd hop around not really interact with the kids, when they called cut, he'd take off his head scaring some of them.

When he wasn't in costume he was less then pleasant to be around, most the crew just avoided him. He kept saying this show was beneath him and they weren't paying him enough. Lana wondered how he'd gotten this job in the first place or why he'd even taken it if he didn't like it so much.

After a few weeks it was clear, this wasn't working out. He started throwing fits demanding the same amount of screen time as the host Razzle and talking parts but his character wasn't meant to talk only make strange cute sounds. There was talk of just cutting Daz from the show but his name was in the title and the sponsors wanted him for product placement.

The actor playing Daz seemed to know he was important and demanded more and more money. However even when they gave him the money, he didn't give stop asking for me. He started demanding to be lose the suit. He wanted to wear face make up and a wig like the Razzle character. It seemed like it was some new bullshit everyday.

It really did look like the show was going to get canceled but then one day, while filming, the actor that played Daz started acting funny. When he took his character's head off he didn't look so good. He stumbled about knocking things down before anyone could ask if he was alright he turned and puked on several of the kids.

The set erupted in chaos then, children were crying and screaming. Their parents rushed into grab them. Crew were trying to calm the situation down, the director went to his trailer and the producer, had had it. In front of everyone he fired the actor and had security escort him out. Crew members began to panic and whispers filled the air if everyone wondered if the show was canceled.

For several hours everyone's job was in a sort of limbo. The producer talked with legal and everyone was just standing around worrying. Eventually they gathered everyone up and asked if anyone could fill in for Daz. They only needed to film a few more episodes to finish the first run of shows.

Lana instantly thought of her boyfriend, Chase but wasn't sure if he'd want to do it. Chase had some first hand experience with wearing a costume in high school. She hadn't known him back then but he'd told her stories about it. He'd been on the Fi-bo Ball Team but had gotten an injury mid season and wouldn't be able to play. The team didn't want to lose him so asked if he could be the mascot till he recovered. He ended up being really good job at it and finished out his high school years as the mascot instead of playing.

She thought he could wear the suit, at least temporarily but he was doing sound on a documentary. While she like TV he loved movies. They both bonded over their colleges courses and love for film in its various media's. He wanted to direct or edit someday, he still wasn't sure which he liked better. So far he just wanted to learn every aspect of filming and had been taking odd jobs since graduation. In between jobs, he'd make short films and they were pretty good but he needed a bigger budget. She was sure this would have to pay something.

She bit her lip waiting for someone to step forward, when no one did, she took a chance and spoke with the producer. She mentioned her boyfriend used to be a mascot in high school and he could maybe he could fill in? The director urged her to call him right away and she did. It turned out he'd just wrapped up the sound part of the documentary and was available.

He hurried over and the backup suit was brought in. They made some alterations, cleaned up from the old Daz, replaced the kids and within two hours they were up once more and filming was underway. From the moment Chase stepped into the suit, it was clear he was a natural. He moved around with such energy and was good with the kids. When it was time for break, he stayed in character and kept entertaining them so when cameras were rolling again, every kid was more then happy to participate.

At the end of the first shoot, Chase was absolutely sweating buckets in the costume but still in a high spirits. After he'd changed out of the suit, he met up with Lana so they could go to dinner. She apologized for calling him on such short notice but he admitted he'd actually enjoyed it. The producer popped out of nowhere overhearing their conversation. He said he was more then happy to hear that Chase had enjoyed his time as Daz.

He offered Chase the full time position of Daz, right there on the spot. Lana could see Chase was hesitant to take it. He asked how much it would pay and for how long. The producer quickly made him an offer and it was nothing to scoff at, especially for a young guy straight out of college. The producer told Chase what he'd get paid per episode and then if the series went long or became a hit, he'd get a bump. Chase turned to Lana and she told him to do what he wanted.

He quickly turned back to the producer and said he'd do it but only on one condition. The producer was hesitant but asked what Chase wanted. He asked that Lana be hired on as an employee rather an intern. The producer looked relieved and offered her a job right away. It didn't pay close to what Chase was getting but she didn't care, it was an actual paid position. She gladly took it and the producer took them out to dinner. The next day contracts were written up and signed.

Day after day, episode after episode was filmed with such ease. Chase had been the Daz the show needed. He tested so much better that they ended up refilming the first few episodes they'd already done. Once it was picked up by a station they hadn't even aired three episodes before they ordered another dozen and then half way thought those they wanted a hundred episodes.

Chase had to work a lot but was in a good mood for the most part. He thought they could use the money and he didn't think the show would last forever. They soon found themselves working longer and longer weeks. After the first year Lana got a promotion and they were able to put a down payment on a starter home. In the second year they got engaged and things seemed to be going good.

Lana loved learning the business and being on a similar schedules with Chase. They'd drive into work and then leave together. The Daz suit had to be modified for more movement and Chase started worked out at home so that he could do more things. Lana joined him and they ended up being the healthiest they'd ever been. For a while, it felt like an amazing time in their lives but things changed.

Merchandise started flying off store shelves faster then they could restock them. More and more episodes were ordered as well as concerts and commercials. Chase was soon busy all the time, they started flying him places, taking him on meet and greets. Lana was busy with her job on set and the two didn't get to see him much of each other. Sometimes they could go a whole week without directly talking to one another, only communicating through answering machines and hotel messages.

Almost every night Lana would come home to an empty house and things at work started to get problematic...

When she had first started interning for Razzle Daz, she hadn't know anyone and a lot of thing had been done differently then she'd been taught in college. People were friendly if there was time to spare but once things started rolling, everyone was busy and it was easy to get caught up in the chaos. She'd broke down crying more then a few times in her first week.

One time, she went outside to smoke so no one would see her cry. She knew smoking was a nasty habit to have and she was suppose to quit but it helped calm her nerves. She looked for her lighter but realized she'd left it in her jacket. She didn't want to go back inside for it so she just sat with the cigarette in her mouth.

The actor who played Razzle came out and seen her. She felt so embarrassed to have been caught crying but he'd been super nice and even lit her a cigarette. She told him she was suppose to quit and he admitted so was he now that he was a child star icon. He sat down next to her and they'd shared some small talk. It was nothing special but had meant the world to her because after that, she knew someone on set and he'd been a life saver.

He'd give her directions when she got lost, would buffer her from some of the more angry crew members when she messed up and most of all encouraged her. Every time she saw him, he always made it a point to say she was doing a good job. It meant a lot to hear someone say that to her especially after someone chewed her out.

She learned his real name was Ayro Decia but a lot of the crew found it hard to pronounce so he just had everyone call him by his characters name Razz or Razzle. Those first few weeks he just seemed like he was a really nice guy that everyone liked.

As time went on, she noticed he could get a bit handsie. Sometimes she'd have her head down, looking at something on a clip board and he'd just reach out and touch her chin. A few times

he'd touch her hair if it was out of place or pull an eye lash off her cheek. They were just small touches but grew into more. He'd come up behind her while she was talking to a co-worker and put his arm around her shoulder or her waste. Sometimes they'd pass each other in close spaces and he'd rub up against her. She told herself it was nothing just a tight space. A few times he'd lean on her if they were smoking together and he was tired or he'd come up and rub her lower back as she was reading the schedules. She suppose she wouldn't have noticed it as much if it was someone else but Razzle's touch was always a little cold.

One day she began to notice he had the most alluring ice blue eyes...for a second she'd been taken in by them and was surprised they had his character always wear sunglasses. She complemented him on them, saying he could totally do other roles. She could see him on a soap opera or even a movie as a leading man. He'd teased her about it, saying she liked him. She told him she didn't mean anything by it and that she had a boyfriend but he'd still playfully tease her every time he saw her after that.

She ended up teasing him back and it slowly turned into playful flirting. She thought it was innocent enough, others on set joked around, it was no big deal. The first time he brushed her but with his hand, she thought it was an accident the same with her breasts. She'd tripped and he caught her holding onto them. He quickly apologized and she brushed it off but one night she could no longer deny things were escalating between them.

After they'd wrapped a particularly hard episode to film, she'd been talking with another crew member and he'd come up behind her. He slid his hand into her back jean pocket casually as he came to stand beside her. She gave him an uncomfortable look and he took it out. She thought that would be enough but a few minutes later he heartily squeezed her but cheek. She was at the crafty table and nearly jumped ten feet into the air. Thankfully no one saw him goose her.

She turned to him and scolded him, "Don't do that."

He'd leaned into her and whispered into her eat, "I can't help it, your ass in those jeans gets me so hard."

She couldn't believe he'd said that, he'd said some sexual things to her in the past, usually she quipped back with something silly and move on but she didn't have a comeback for this one… especially when she saw the unmistakable bulge of his penis tenting his sweatpants. She gestured for him to follow her thinking she needed to make things absolutely clear.

They went to a more private area in the back rooms. When she turned to tell him things were becoming inappropriate, he sprung himself on her. Before she knew it, he'd backed her into a wall and had his lips tightly pressed around hers. His hands moved to her back side and then down squeezing both her but cheeks this time.

She'd never been kissed so aggressively. Her heart thundered in her chest and she found herself getting oddly excited. He began kissing the nap of her neck and she could feel the slight graze of his teeth. His hand moved from her bottom to her breast squeezing them. He rubbed himself over her pants and for a moment she'd nearly lost herself, letting out a moan.

The trill of a risky fuck with someone she barely knew on set danced across her mind but as he unbuttoned her jeans, reality washed over her. This wasn't some fantasy, this was real life and she could serious fuck things up. She quickly came to her senses, while it was clear she was attracted to Razz. She reminded herself she was with Chase...might have even love him. She knew she loved this job now that she'd gotten the hang of it. She was certain she couldn't no wouldn't do this.

She put her hands over Razz's as he unzipped her jeans and said, "No, I can't"

"Sure you can," he smiled, "I'll help."

"I have a boyfriend." she said sternly

"So," he hissed "Fuck um…"

"No," she said once more, this time she slid out between him in the wall, "I'm sorry but don't want to have sex with you."

He scoffed, "Right...you've been practically dripping for me on set,"

"I'll admit, I let things go too far but this needs to stop here and now. Please respect my decision. Again I'm sorry if I misled you,"

"Misled me," he said getting enraged, he moved to block her from leaving. "You've been practically begging for it since day one, you fucking cock tease, wearing your tight jeans and low cut take tops with your nipples always poking out."

She had no idea what he was going on about "These are my work clothes."

"Right," he said. Hee tried to grab at her jeans again and she slapped his hand away. He pulled back and looked like she'd slapped his face rather then his hands. She had a feeling he didn't get turned down often. He gave her a dirty look and said, "FINE,"

Without another word he turned around and stormed off. It… wasn't the best outcome to the situation but at least he'd gotten the message. Still she felt guilty and awkward about the things he'd said to her. She changed her work clothes to big t-shirts and baggy sweat pants for a while hoping that would smooth thing over a bit. When she came to work the next day she worried things would be weird but he acted like she didn't exist and only addressed her when necessary. She supposed she was fine with that...she'd rather have him ignore her then be a pain her side.

Things went on after that and a few weeks later the Daz incident happened and Chase became the new Daz. She'd never told Daz about the kiss, feeling awkward about it. She figured she might mention it to him after she got a new job, figuring they'd end the production soon but things had picked up rather quickly and soon it was too late to tell him. After all Chase worked with Razz everyday, side by side they were the to main characters of a popular show. She didn't want to cause any strife between them. She kept her mouth shut and things were really good for a while.

She got a promotion after that first year and became in charge of making sure everyone kept to the schedule. Throughout the day she needed to check in with everyone see how long things were taking and let them know if their times frames had changed. Sometimes she'd also help out and it kept her pretty busy. She was almost always running around.

She saw a lot more of Razz in this new position...more then she'd liked thankfully he had a handler Judy who was suppose to keep him on task. She could usually just talk to her but sometimes Lana need to address him one on one.

For the most part if someone was around, he was the friendly guy, she'd first met and liked but if they were alone he became rude and even rather lewd. He'd tease her and torment her with vulgar language, sometimes he'd push her boob or slap her ass her but she let it roll off her.

In college she'd learned that harassment could happen, sometimes it was just apart of the gig. One of her college professors had brought in a successful female producer. She took a day to address the women in class and talked about dealing with harassment and getting through it. The part that always stuck with Lana was that a film set was like an ecosystem, everyone had a function and a place. As long as you were team player things would go good...if you weren't you could soon find yourself eased out.

She told the story of a woman she knew in her first years working on set. The woman had been sexually harassed and went straight to the producer. Given the woman's position, they moved her to another position to "resolve" the problem. Then another and another until her complaint had her black listed from any well known film sets.

The female producer said the best thing to do when harassed was to let it roll off you. Avoid the person or persons when possible and just keep focused on the work that need to be done, on being a part of the ecosystem and eventually, one day you'll make it and things like that wouldn't happen as... often.

Lana had always kept that in mind and was glad, considering the situation she was in with Razz. Every time they were alone he'd sexually harass her and she'd ignore it for the most part. One day he came up behind her and squeezed her breasts. She had to struggle out of his grasp but he said he wanted to know if they were real. He wanted to know if they could still produce milk… like good knockers should and said he'd loved to taste her milk and bet she'd love to taste his.

She'd stormed off and made sure not to be alone with him for months. When she started working out, of course he took notice and started to say she'd look good and she should really consider doing porn or at least giving him a go. He said she'd probably be better fucking strangers then doing her job. He implied the only reason she had one, was because of Chase being the other half of his duo. He suggested they make a sandwich and she flipped him off.

It really pissed her off to think she'd ever thought he was nice or handsome. She tried to continue ignoring him but one day, he surprised her with an unexpected book. He knew it was her birthday and had wrapped it in a bow. She took it home with her other gifts she'd gotten and forgot about it.

A week later when she was cleaning, she came across it and removed the bow. She thought it was weird it had no cover or back pictures on it, it was just solid black book. When she opened it, she saw it was from Razz, and he'd written inside best wishes on the inside over.

She turned the page and saw it was a fetish photo book for bondage. There were dozen of erotic photos of a woman bound in latex and rope in compromising positions. She heard stories of woman being shown dirty pictures by coworkers and how upsetting it could be but...the truth was Lana didn't find a single one of the pictures grotesque.

She had a semi-private thing for rough sex, bondage and humiliation play. Sometimes she liked to get really kinky with Chase...especially if she were drunk. The normal stuff was nice but She always wanted him to talk dirty to her, tie her up and step on her. However every time things got too rough or weird, he'd get agitated. She could tell he didn't like calling her names or possibly hurting her.

She assure him she knew her limits and promised if he was hurting her, she'd tell him but he was still hesitant. Just once she wanted to go wild, to completely let go and have some really dirty, nasty, sex... but after a few years of trying with Chase she respected it really wasn't his thing.

Seeing this book of a women bound in tight latex, confined by rope in tender places, dripping from being used in unimaginable way had gotten her excited. So excited she kept it and master baited to it a few times, when Chase was out of town. Sometimes she'd imagine herself in those positions and what it must feel like.

No matter how hard she played with herself though it wasn't the same cumming on her own, then with a partner. When she smacked her ass with a hair brush, she knew when it was coming and when it would stop, there was no uncertainly no forbidden aspect of it all but she supposed it was something and of course something was better then the whole lot of nothing she'd been getting in the bedroom department.

. She continued to focus on work and would call Chase when she could..more and more it felt like he was always gone. She often wondered why Razzle didn't have to go out so much as well but Daz had become a big mascot for the show. She thought others could put on the suit but and suggested it once or twice but the producer had been insistent that he only wanted Chase to play Daz. She couldn't blame him, considering how the last guy had almost fucked everything up for everyone.

Still she missed Chase, sometimes he'd be book solid for a month. Like he'd film episodes all day then get flown out at night, only to be flown back for the next show. When she did get alone time with him he was tired or drunk. She noticed he'd been drinking a lot more.

It had been a little problem in college but he'd cut back. She worried it was becoming a problem again but he told her, it was fine. A few times, she tried to go with him to keep him company but his schedule was intense, when he was working on the road he was working and didn't have any private time to share as it ate out of his sleep time. She also had to take off work to go with him. She always felt out of place sitting in a hotel room or just tagging along to a meet and greet. She wanted to be able to do something other then watch.

It also didn't help that some of his fans were adult woman who kept trying to fuck him. She didn't think he'd cheat on her but sometimes see other women pawing over him way too much. One night, he'd come home drunk, sometimes the producer bought him drinks after good shows and he'd just plasters.

They dropped him off at the house and she helped him get undressed and into bed. He kept saying he didn't do it on purpose that she was already on top of him. She didn't understand what he was going on about. She asked him about it when he was sober and he couldn't remember what he was talking about.

She read in the tabloid a few days later he was spotted with a naked woman but he denied it. He said he was coming out of an elevator and she just jumped him. She assumed that was what he was talking about the other night. Still when she learned the woman had been naked it freaked her out.

The producer wasn't happy either and hired him security. They had to move to a more secure house and it was even bigger and seemed all the more empty. She started feeling lost and lonely. She began to realized there really wasn't any time for a relationship and she found herself getting out of sorts. She felt like they needed to sit down and talk things out but had no idea when they could do to fix things.

One day there was a big award show and Razzle Daz won the award for being the top kids show. Everyone on the crew was in high spirits, she saw Razzle and Daz on the stage accepting the award, she tried to call Chase to congratulate him but could only leave a message with his managers assistant.

The producer and assistant director was happy so happy they gave everyone the day off and wanted to throw a party for the crew hat night. They asked everyone to dress up as they'd be taking photos. She put on a nice blouse and a skirt that was shorter then she remembered with some silver high heels that wrapped around. She actually felt nice dressing up for once and having something to do other then work.

When she got there a ton of the crew had showed up with their families. She felt bad she didn't have anyone to accompany her, Chase was suppose to come back but he had to do another commercial and sent her some flowers, promising he'd make up for it, another time. She had so many of these promise notes now...she wasn't even sure if he sent the flowers or if it was just something the studio did.

There was champagne at the party and someone kept toasting and things got wild. Some people made a mess in the wardrobe, the assistant director told her it needed to be cleaned up right away, he didn't want things getting damaged or ruined. She tried to find an intern to do it but they'd all gone off to other parties and most of the main crew had already gone home.

She knew this was gonna take hours cleaning up at by herself. She took a bottle of champagne. and kept drinking as she cleaned. She started feeling sorry for herself, she felt things hadn't turned out like she'd wanted. She felt lonely and missed Chase. She knew something defiantly had to change in their relationship but still wasn't sure what. She couldn't ask him to give up his job so what? Should she give up hers? Everything felt so hard and complicated.

She didn't want to worry about it and tried to focus on cleaning up so she could get out of here. At one point she was bent over at the waste, picking up clothes to put on wracks, when Razz snuck up behind her. He grabbed her by the hips and roughly slammed her body back against his crotch. She'd been so bewildered, she nearly fell over as he said, "Fuck your pussy is the perfect height for my cock...wanta give it a go?"

"No," she hissed upset by his sudden presence. She was surprised he'd made it back when Chase hadn't. I guess they didn't want him for the commercial. Still she didn't think he'd be here, she thoughts Razz would be out at some after party celebrating being the number one host of the top kids show but instead here he was hassling her.

She tried to shake him off her he didn't let her hips go. He began dry humping her as he hummed the theme song of the show. He kept smacking his body against her had and nudging his crotch between her legs poking her, admittedly it felt good through the thin fabric of her skirt and underwear.

She knew she wasn't thinking clearly…this was Razz. She was probably drunk, she always got way too horny when she drank too much. It had been a while since she'd been drunk. She should probably call it a day before she did some stupid shit. She tried to get free of him again but he only let go of her hips to lift her skirt up to her middle.

"Look at these, sexy black laced underwear, are they for me?" He teased.

"No," she said, "Now leave me alone I have to finish putting things away."

"You can put this away," he teased pocking her through her underwear.

"Stop it." she said trying to get away from him.

He refused to let her go, he grasped hold of her his again pinning her body against his. "Come on….just a quick dip...its just you and me here...no ones gotta know."

"No, I've got a body friend," she hissed then paused realizing she said body friend instead of boy friend. She laughed at the mistake.

"Why can't I be a boyfriend too." he whined, he pulled at her underwear and said "I bet a whore like you could take loads of guys and look at how wet you are,"

"Stop it," she said but she found herself blushing with embarrassment.

It had to be the champagne right. She was only wet from too much champagne. She tried to pull from him with more force this time and almost tripped over herself as she jerked away. He'd still been holding onto her underwear and it snapped right off revealing her.

"Woops," he said getting a good look at her bare ass and sex.

She turned around, "Give them back."

"Nice you shave," he said looking at her pussy from the front "So do I,"

She looked down as he pointed to his cock. She hadn't realized he'd taken it out. It was swollen and had a funny curve to it. She wondered how it would feel inside her and stared at it for a second longer then she should have.

"You like." he said taking notice, "Cause it likes you."

"Don't," she said putting a hand on his chest "I had way too much to drink, I'm not thinking clearly."

He grabbed her waste. "So you are thinking about it."

"No,"

"Yes, drinking only removes the barriers of what we want."

"No, it doesn't"

"Yes, it does" he said kissing her passionately.

It had been a while since she'd been kissed like this. Most her kisses these days were quick goodbyes. His lips were soft and she found her nipples perking up. He let his hand fall down, her dress was still up and he grazed his hand over her pussy. She knew this was so wrong, she pulled back as he slipped a finger between her legs and sunk into her. He came with her as she kept pulling back sinking in even deep. He wiggled his finger about and she looked at him, his ice blue eyes studying her. He dipped another finger in and began spreading her hole open and close as he finger fucked her, she moaned. She grasped hold of his arm to pull it out only she didn't as he put in a third finger.

She widened her stance and he smiled "You like this, huh…me jabbing your twat...rough and unexpectedly."

"No," she lied

He scoffed "Your lips say no but pussy lips...fuck...when's the last time you had a good hard cock in this puckered pus"

"Don't… talk to me like that," she said flicking her eyes up at him. She needed to get control of this "It's inappropriate"

He gave her a grin and fingering her harder and said, "Come on I know you worthless cunt like dirty talk?"

"What...how" she closed her eyes as she said it thinking she should have just denied it like always, let it roll off but now he knew... she wasn't thinking clearly. Obviously with another man his fingers deep in her.

"You're boyfriends got a big mouth." he said surprising her.

She opened her eyes and shook her head she didn't think that was true, "Chase would never-"

"You ever get him drunk…really drunk" he said. "Yeah he told me all about you wanted to be talked dirty to...asking him tie you up and kick you."

"I never said for him to kick me…"

"Kick you, step on you...same difference. He don't' like it...doesn't want to hurt you but I could, for you. I could treat your cunt real good or in your case...real bad."

She looked at him but didn't say no. She should have but she was so wet and it had been so long since.. and the way he was talking... his hand felt amazing inside her. She looked up at him and he just smiled. "Yeah...your a real bitch... been constant heat lately haven't you…got all this pent up energy since your mans been stepping out on you."

"He hasn't."

"Not what I hear,"

"You can't believe the rumors," I said.

"Really is that's what you're telling yourself...just think it's a shame you being so thirsty and all, if he's getting his you should get yours. You should be getting a lot more. I knew it the first time I saw you that you weren't getting enough cock"

"Really, you could tell from me crying and smoking a cigarette," she said rolling her eyes.

"Hmp...that's not the first time I saw you," he said.

She tilted her head wondered just when he was talking about. Before she could ask, he kissed her and this time he put his tongue in her mouth. After that he pulled his fingers out of her and showed her just how wet she was. Her juices were running down his hand. "Damn when's the last Daz rounded you out, girl,"

She looked away ashamed, this was wrong, so fucking wrong. When she looked back, he was licking his fingers. She gave him a weird look and he put his hands on her shoulders. He pushed her down and she shakily stumbled to her knees. He thrust his cock in her face and it had a musky smell to it but it wasn't off putting. She looked at it as he slapped her face with it...she knew he wanted her to put it in her mouth. She supposed she should do something ...say something but she could feel her juices flowing down her legs and knew things had already gone too far. He poked her lips with the tip of his dick and she closed her eyes parting her lips. She tried not to think about what she was doing She just wanted to lose herself in the moment.

She opened her eyes and began vigorously bobbed her head as she sucked up and down his engorged member. She grabbed onto his tights and sucked and slurped him like there were no tomorrows. He let out a long groan and she could feel him shake with pleasure but he quickly ripped her off him.

"SHIT!" he said, "Save some for the fuck,"

He got down on the floor with her on the pile of clothes, she was suppose to be putting away. So they wouldn't get ruined but at this point she was already ruining a lot of things what was more. He helped her take off her shirt and her skirt. When she was naked before him, saved for her silver heels, he took her in with hungry eyes and nodded to himself.

After a few seconds, he went for her breasts, he roughly mashed them about before taking them in his mouth and sucking on the tips. He sucked so hard they began to hurt. When she whimpered he pulled back he looked down and her and hissed "Shit, if you were my girl...I wouldn't let you work. I wouldn't let you go anywhere. I'd chain you to my bed post and feed you nothing but my cock for days."

"No one can have nothing but cock for days," she said thinking that sounded amazing right now but was so unreal.

"Really...wanta find out." His smiled widened, he reached out and grasped hold of her chin, he extended his thumb rubbing her puffy lower lip, "You want to be my cock whore….Lana"

"No," she said but her voice came out sultry.

He pushed her to lay back on the clothes. She put her knees up and he grasped hold of them spread her open. He looked down at her and shook his head like he couldn't believe, this was actually happening. He lifted his cock up and let it smack down on her privates. The sudden expected smack and weight of it caused her to jerk but felt so good. He ran the length of it up and down her sex allowing her to lubricate him before demanding "Say you want me to fuck you up for days and I will,"

"No," she said, the fact that she was even here spread out like this was insane.

"Say it," He insisted pulling her from her thoughts.

She swallowed as he put his cock at her entrance. She could feel it sitting there. It felt good she wanted to feel good fuck it... "Yes…..yes" she whispered turning her head to the side.

"What?...Yes, what." he teased. He back poking her entrance.

"FUCK ME," she shouted growing tired of drawing this out. "FUCK ME UP FOR DAYS!" She laughed, thinking he wasn't being serious.

He licked his lips then took off, she was so wet that in one fell swoop in sunk into her. He pushed himself in and then wiggled about making sure to fill her to the brim. She could feel his balls on her and his tip pushing at her cervix. It felt fucking amazing….some women got off on clitoral stimuli but her pleasure point...the part that always got her going was inside. Whenever something hit her just so inside it would always make her entire body quake.

She felt Razz was definitely gonna make her quake, she twitched and twisted as her body, wrapped around him. He stared down at her with this dark look on his face, then pulled out and roughly slammed back. He breast bounced and her body slid and inch or so. She let out a yelp as it felt hard and oh so good. She let out a dirty moan and he slapped her breasts before squeezing them tight and pounded her into the pile of clothing without mercy.

She'd had sex before been fucked before but this ….this was on a whole other level. He didn't hold back, he decimated her pussy with his cock. She didn't know if it was the champagne or if it had been too long since her last real fuck or what but she quickly found herself, twisting and jerking uncontrollable as the most powerful orgasm of her life consumed her.

He didn't stop there he just kept pounding and pounding like her pussy was a piece of meat or do that needed to be keaded. She could feel the moisture between their bodies as she came so hard again and squirted.

When she was nearing a third orgasm, he finally let loose and dropped an entire steaming loud inside her. She could feel it fill her up and it sent her over the edge. She didn't know how much time had passed but she was panting, she just kept gasping, "Fuck fuck, fuck." She had no idea what that was….just now.

He stayed in her for till he'd emptied out then pulled out. He got up, disappearing for a second then handed her an empty glass. She wasn't sure she wanted a drink but took it…after the pounding she'd just had and the consequences to come maybe she could use another right now. She watched him give her a wink and take a pill before he poured himself a drink and shot it back. He poured her a drink in her empty glass and she looked at it, having no idea what it was She shot it back like the time she in college and found herself puckering. Whatever it was it strong... really strong…must have been hard alcohol. He poured her another and another and soon became a messed up.

She started laughing and rolling about. When she eventually tried to get to her feet, she found she couldn't stand up without falling over in her heels. She found it funny, she settled for getting on all fours and crawling about on the cement floor. She could feel his semen drip out of her and realized she was leaving little blotches everywhere when she did a circle.

Blotches she was gonna have to clean up no doubt...she laughed finding it funny for some reason. She had her pussy up as she crawled and Razz took it as another invitation to fuck. Without warning he came up behind her grabbed her hips and slid her back. He smacked her ass hard causing her flesh to jiggle and entered her again.

He hit her deeper pushing her pussy all around, in ways it had never been before. She could feel her cervix twitch as he kept bumping into it and crushing it with each well place slam. When she came again she was shaking and pissed herself it was so good. After she was done she felt embarrassed.

He just slapped her ass again and poured her another drinks. Soon she didn't care about shit. She stumbled all over herself crawling about on the floor laughing and saying how good her pussy was feeling. He kept touching and fingering her calling her a, dirty cheating whore, a cock tease, a cock slut a piece of trash, a real cum dump, cum bucket.

She liked the sound of the last one...she thought of her her pussy as just a bucket for cum... it was so vulgar and but she'd loved to be filled up like that. She told him she wanted to be filled up she loved sex so much but never could get enough. She was talking out her ass, sharing private thought she never dare to say or even think...he family had repressed sex a lot but her pussy was hungry and humming with delight right now...she wanted to always feel like this.

He laughed then grabbed her roughly by the back of the neck and made her strand up. Her high heels slid all about the floor as the only think holding her up was him. He slapped her around, slapping her the sides of her cheeks, her breast and then her pussy. The palm of his hand mad it sting and she jerked. He mad her look at him and then said "You want me to degrade you...huh bitch make you into nothing but a bucket for a my cum...a little fuck toy,"

"You talk so dirty…." she said drooling all over herself "It's beautiful…"

He chuckled as she touched his lips with her finger tips. "Well," he said slapping her across the face again, it stung and felt so good but she wasn't even sure what he was talking about anymore. He got dragged her over to a full length mirror and made her look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all tossed about, her face was bright red fuck her her body was red and her pussy was oozing no fucking dripping cum.

"Look at this worthless dirty fuck cunt in the mirror," he said getting up close to her ear. "You think your worthy of being my cum bucket...to dump my waste in, you filthy fuck slut. You think your deserve my fuck stick," he said. He grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his cock"

She drooled a bit but didn't take her eyes off the mirror she was getting turned on by herself. She looked really good like this...it was freeing to be used...to-"I'm talking to you he yelled in her ear. She looked at him and he slapped her pussy hard. So hard she seized up. It took her a second as pain turned int pleasure and washed over her. No one had ever hit her so hard and to hit her pussy "Please,"

"Say it into the mirror," he said smashing her up against it, "Say what you want to become,"

"A cum bucket," He left her drop to the ground in front of the mirror and got a big fat black marker from one of the cups on a cutting table. He pushed put his shoe on her chest and mad her fall on her back. Flat on her back he straddled her then crouched over her pussy he began writing on her mound. When he was done he signed it. Then he read it allowed "Ayro's cum bucket"

"Who's Ayro?" she asked forgetting it was his real name.

"That's me sweet pea, I-ROW. I-ROW. You should know how to say your masters name, now that your my cum bucket"

She laughed thinking this was so silly. The fact that he could say such things. "From now on," he said he putting the cap on the marker, "I can put whatever I want in here and you can't say shit cause your just a bucket," He lowered the fat marker and she watched him dip it inside her. He swirled it around then pushed it all the way in as deep as it would go. She felt it hit her cevix, her eyes widened as she shuddered at the sensation.

She'd never put an object inside her that wasn't for sex...never really thought to that was just...so...so nasty. Was her pussy nasty now. She sat up looking down at herself but couldn't see it. She sat up to look and was so full of Aryo's jizz that is started poking out. She didn't notice him taking a picture of her, she was so focused on the marker. When it was nearly half way out, he push it in again and she watch her body naturally push it out. It felt good, she got on her knees and played with the marker. She'd insert it watch it sink out then push it in deep and watch it almost fall out. She wanted to keep it. She bent over tried inserting it way up in her and then she crawl around with it.

She was so juiced up it fell out and she was disappointed. He got her a second one and she put both in. Then her surprised her with with a third and put it in himself. He spread her and took several pictures. She noticed the camera for the first time but he told her to crawl before she could think and She quickly returned to crawling. They didn't come out and it made her happy she wiggled about feeling kinky. Then they stared flopping out. He came up before she could put them in and spread her entrance wider then she liked so he could get some shot of his seed dripping out of her.

He grabbed the back of her neck and helped her to walked around naked through the set. He took her to props where he found her a nice doggy caller and some rope. She let him tie her body up but he left her hand and legs free so she could walk around on her hands and knees he pulled on her leash and had her bark. It was so degrading, the rope constricted her and was so tight especially between her legs.

He had her lift her legs up like she was peeing as she barked and took more pictures. He told her to shout I'm a bitch in heat that lives for cock. It was degrading as shit but she loved it. She was so drunk she told him she loved it so much. He slapped her ass hard so hard he left his hand print and told her to shut up and say it. She said it and he slapped her other ass cheek harder.

"Louder cum bucket,"

She screamed "I'm a bitch in heat that live for cock" She was out of it, turned on and sexed up, she didn't care what happened to her or what they did at this point. He could do what he wanted and she'd love it.

He tangled his hands in her ropes on her back and lifted her up like she was a suit case. He dragged her around the room setting her on a table then putting her on the floor then lifting her up and just holding her. Her body weight made the ropes burn against her skin. She started sobering up some and he had her drink some more, he had a beer and poured some in her pussy she pushed it away and he slapped her reminding her she was his bucket. He poured some in her and drank it from her. His tongue felt good inside her so many things felt good.

When the bottle was empty he fucked her with the neck of it...She felt so fucking dirty then. He had her hold the beer bottle in her pussy and took pictures before he took her in the men's room. He started hitting her with a plunger. The hits were hard but not too hard...he did her over a toilet and she thought it was so gross.

He took her to a place with a big sink and had her sit in it. He took pictures of her hosing her down with the sprayer. Then he dragged her back to the mirror and showed her how much more she looked like a fucking whore. She was shivering soaking wet, her body was red from all the slaps and ropes. She had little welts from being hit by the plunger that were definitely gonna bruise but it was like a beast had been awakened inside her. She'd never felt more alive in her life.

"You like this...you sick bitch," he said shaking her.

"Is this how you want me to treat you...huh…."

"Yes…" she gasped he eyes glazed over.

"Yeah…" he said roughly fingering her so she could watch in the mirror, "You like this...you like this cunt,"

"Yeah," she gasped.

"Well the night is still young," he said pulling his hand out and slapping her with it.

She shivered and he took her back to wardrobe. He pulled out a fake fur coat and put it on her. She got her a wig and put sunglasses on her. He told her to pretend she was a cheap hooker. She thought they were role playing. He took her out to the parking garage and a car came. She got uneasy and started to feel weird about everything. She don't know how things had ended up here and had no fucking idea what she was doing with him. Where was he taking her like this. She started to freak out and wouldn't calm down. He offered her some powder to help settle her nerves...saying she'd had too much to drink before she could ask what he meant by powder, he had it under her nose.

She breathed it in and felt amazing. When they got to his mansion she shed the wig and coat and ran around naked in the just ropes. He tackled her and cut her free before carrying her around the waste back into his house. He took her to his walk in shower where they continued to fuck every which way. He gave her some pills and she took them without thinking. He took her on a tour of his house then and she was so out of it she didn't remember what had been in one room, once she entered another. She kept falling all over herself drooling. At the end of the tour he showed her a special room locked room, it was full of various goodies, chains whips, ropes and sexy clothes. There were pictures of her all over the walls. It was like a gallery for her had opened up. There was even a sex doll that looked just like her. It was like she had a twin. It even had a sweater she'd lost. She wanted it back.

She wasn't freaked out by anything she should have been, she didn't feel much of anything but pulsating orgasms. He tied her up with a different ropes and put something over her head to keep her mouth open. He fucked her mouth and forced her to swallow it, then had her crawl about his house on all fours. At one point they went to a special fridge in his basement it was super cold and he pulled out some viles of his seed and put them into a dildo.

She didn't know what to think, he had so many viles and said he kept it, thinking it would be valuable someday but had decided to give it to her, since she wanted to be his bucket now. He put the seed filled dildo inside her and strapped it in so it wouldn't fall out. When the seed started filling her up it was cold and slowly filled her up and then some. She waddled around his house dripping every so often.

He said he couldn't stop thinking about her this whole time that she was always on his mind but finally at last she was his. Every so often he'd push the dildo in further with his foot and she'd twinge as it would release a cold wave of seed, after a few good twinges she'd come all over herself. Her pussy was soppy with her juices and his overflowing seed. He said when he first saw her...she'd been standing in a park...her hair flowing in the wind...she was so pretty…

She fell asleep and he woke her up, he shook her and slapped her around till she started responding. He kept asking her to say "She wanted his cock, wanted his cum inside her until she died,"

At one point they stopped and he had dinner, she was hungry but he only let her have was his his cock. Whenever she got tired again he gave her some more shit and she'd perk up. He replaced her dildo with another cum filled one and have her wander around some more.

He poured himself a glass of wine and started asking what she wanted him to do to her. He wanted to make her a happy cum bucket. She wanted him to keep hitting her and then stepped on her pussy and she wanted her nipples pierced. She said she remembered having rings. He asked when this was and she couldn't recall.

He made a phone call, then finished off his wine before he obliged some of her request. He had her sit on her knees on the floor. The dildo scrapped the ground as she sat back and then without warning, he back handed her so hard she fell to the marble floor. For a moment as she laid there sprawled out she was reminded of something…. some distant memory from long ago…a fire place... a ringed hand backhanding her. It all felt so familiar...being in this situation with him...his ice blue eyes flickering with desire and rage….such rage.

She'd zoned out so hard that she hadn't noticed him remove the dildo. He turned her so she had her legs apart then stepped directly on her pussy with his bare foot. She was pulled from the memory, jerking at the sudden impact but it felt good. He increased the pressure and her pussy was so wet that his over flowing seed started to squish out of her.

It felt good to have him press on her and she spread her legs wider. He chuckled looking down at her, "Look at you...your pathetic...you're really getting off on this shit aren't you…huh you like this...huh….you like to have your pussy abused...huh you sick little slut," She looked up at him feeling an intoxication mixture of pleasure, pain, shame..arousal, pills, alcohol and some distant carnal memories…

He lifted his foot slightly then bought it down and started to bounced on her pussy slapping it with the bottom of his foot. He pulled his foot off after a bit then took some pictures. Then he strapped the seed filled dildo back in her and carried her upstairs. He laid her in his bed an undressed. He turned her on her side and climbed in with her spooning her.

For a while they slept or at least she did, at some point she woke up groggy, he gave her something she took it not thinking. He put a corset around her mid section and laced it up before putting on nylon stalkings. He ran his hands all over he body as she just laid there. She had no idea what day it was...or where she was or how she'd gotten here but she didn't seem to care.

He wrapped a thick belt around her neck that and notched it tight. He forced her up on all fours then had her painfully arch her back. He entered her from behind and started choking her with the belt as he roughly fucked her. Her pussy was so wet his dick kept sliding all over the place. She caught a glimpse of herself in a wall mirror and soon focused on it. In that moment she really did look like a something else...Her body was covered in tiny welts and bruises her face had red marks on it her. She no longer had ropes on her body but the marks where she had were still there.

Her hair was tossed all over the pass, a complete mess and her body was being jutted into by a man she barely knew and despised. He saw she was watching and said don't we looked beautiful, smile at the camera love. She was only vaguely aware of several cameras filming them. She realized he was also wearing a face mask. She asked him why but he just pounded her pussy harder. It took more to get her off now. Her pussy was numb to normal sensation so he had to be rougher. When she came it made her entire body quake with pain and pleasure.

When she came down, found she was hungry and thirsty, she told him but he ignored her, he chained her to his bed post and kept fucking her for who knows how long. She'd pass out come to pass out come too. He'd eventually gave her a meal drinks with more pills. She realized he'd put her in a corset and stalking and didn't even remember when he'd done that. She kept losing focus.

At one point put her in a latex suit that covered everything but her pussy. It was almost to tight as he wrapped her in rope and strung her up above his bed with ropes and pullies. He had her in such a way that her legs were spread and her pussy was exposed to him. It would be the first thing he'd when he woke up and if he reached out he could brush the lips with his finger tips. He laid in bed just admiring her for several minutes before he finally called it a night.

She passed out on the suit and woke on a strange rug next to the bed before she could sort herself out, he gave her more powder. He locked her into another suit and braided her hair in high pig tails. He put and anal plug that looked like a dog tail up her as and had her crawl around on all fours barking. If she tried to talk he'd slap her saying today she was his dog.

She was tired by now and sore but he kept strapped cum filled dido in her and expecting her to wander around. He let her loose around his house as he worked and looked into things, every so often he'd make phone calls. Sometimes he'd take pictures or video of her. She wondered around more confused then every, she kept bumping into furniture and things. She had no idea what was going on all she knew was her pussy throbbed like it had never throbbed before and she was so sensitive she'd come at the drop of a hat.

If she passed out on the floor, he wake her up and slap her around till she started moving again.

He kept petting her and calling her a good girl at one point they played fetch and he took her outside to pee in the backyard like she was a fucking dog. When meals came he set himself a place setting with a candle and then filled two dog bowl for her, one with water the other with a can of meat. They had her names on them. She was so hungry she drank and ate out them both without question. He praised her for it and said she was a good girl.

Every time her dildo ran out of seed, he'd pack her with another one. She was gushing...now leaving a trail of seed wherever she went. She'd come so much it hurt...She cried out to him telling him they needed to stop...that he was breaking her pussy and he'd laughed saying he was breaking it in. He wasn't gonna stop till she was a ruined for every other cock.

Only he'd please her from now on...only he'd be enough and she'd never deny him again...not now that her body and all this proof. He planned to bathed her in his seed. She continued to move around the house as his dog for hours.

At some point a guy came over and Razz presented him to her in her suit. He told the man this was his bitch. The guy didn't seem phased...Razz lifted her up on his table and the man check out her breast running his fingers overs the nipples. They talked about different settings and prices. He had all sorts of rings. Razz looked over them then put her back on the floor. He leashed her and took her into his secret room. He strapped her down to the table and the other guy set some things up. She thought he was gonna fuck her too but instead he pierce her nipples and soddered the rings on. It was so fucking painful and she was so confused but Razz gave her something and she settled down for a while.

He came on her stomach and then continued to have her craw around. At one point he gave her pussy a rest cleaning it out. He noticed how swollen it was and seemed upset. He said he wished they could stay like this forever but her pussy needed to rest. It worked out cause he had some work things. He took everything off her then had her soak in a hot tube. She blacked out waking to him putting some lotion in it that made the pain go away and then took her a new bedroom and tucked her in. Someone came over and he explained her care plan then gave Lana something to help her sleep.

When she woke her entire body felt wrecked. She felt like she'd been hit by a car. Some woman gave her soup and juice and more medication, so took it and went back to bed. Several times she woke up to Razz squirting some sort of medication into her and massaging her pussy, though it ached it made her feel better.

When she finally woke up enough that she was fully aware, she found out she was recovering from some week long sex binge. She vaguely recalled bits and pieces of it but remembering cumming a lot...like more so then in her entire life...all strung together it felt like it had just been on constant orgasm. She found herself both shocked and modified. Ayro brought some food at some point and asked her how she felt now that he'd given her some time to rest.

She was still in shock as he started going off on how amazing she'd been. He'd never been with any woman that had such a high libido. He said she was built for it sex...whatever that was suppose to meant. Lana didn't think anyone could be built for anything let alone sex. He started showing her photos and videos of it all the crazy shit they'd done, he pointed out how much of a whore she was multiple times and kept saying he loved it.

She didn't know what to say...what to think she was still reeling from it all. She thought she was gonna be sick...she demanded to go to the bathroom and he helped her. Her pussy felt numb and swollen when she ran her hands over it, she knew it had defiantly gone though some shit. Her breasts also hurt, she found he'd pierce her nipples at some point, seeing the shiny silver rings when she looked into the mirror. She also had some faded writing on her that said pussy bucket and what looked like Razz's signature.

She ran a hand over her face as he leaned in the doorway watching her. He claimed the nipples and writing were both her ideas, that she asked to be his cum bucket and had asked him to pierce nipples. To be fair she'd always wanted to do it but thought it would hurt way too much. Looking at them now, it was crazy, how familiar they felt. She'd had a few dreams where she had them and it was weird...like was reenacting them...

She shook her head thinking that didn't matter right now...right now she needed to get out of this situation and fast. She stumbled back to bed and asked for her clothes... he said she'd left them back at the studio but he had Judy fetch them and also finished cleaning up the wardrobe department. He also spoke with the producer about her absence being a vacation.

It would seem he'd taken care of everything...probably took care of her to...She...she recalled having hooked up with him but then things just spiraled after that...had he drugged her or done something else to her...there was no way she'd just lose herself to a sexy frenzy for a week…Chase had gone on a drinking binge for a week when his mother had died but that had been a lot for him to handle and they'd realized it was a problem after that but...Wait...Chase surely he must have called the police by now.

She looked at Razz and almost asked him about Chase BUT NO! WHAT THE FUCK! Who asks the guy they just cheated with if he'd covered them for the guy they'd just cheated on. SHIT! SHIT! She'd cheated on Chase...she'd cheated on her finace...the man she was suppose to want to spend the rest of her life with...and not just a slip up kiss but full blown…week of crazy fucking...how much of it had been her though or whatever Razz's had given her, she didn't know...she couldn't think this whole situation was like a fucking nightmare...no worse then a nightmare because this was real.

She noticed Razz was just staring at her. She had to get out of here. "I need to go," she said.

"I'd prefer you'd stay," he said crossing his arms.

"You cant keep me here, that's kidnapping." she said getting scared.

He let out a small sigh then said, "By all means leave if you want, I was just saying I'd rather you stay but I'm not keeping you here, if wish to go then go but know you can always come back. I more then enjoyed you company this week and I have no doubt you enjoyed mine as well." He gave her smoldering look and she cringed.

She looked away, she could not deal with him right now. "Just call me a car,"

"As you wish," he said. He lingered for a moment longer and left.

Alone she tried to clean herself up. She ran a brush through her hair and attempted to scrub the rest of the writing off of her. Cum bucket...what the fuck even was a cum bucket...why would she even want to be one and who signs their name on someones pussy. She looked at herself in the mirror…really looked at herself. Her skin was all blotchy and bruised her nipples were peirced and her breast look a bit swollen.

When she pull back the lips of her pussy, she could see how red it was, her clit looked bigger swollen and sore to the touch. She spread herself even more and entrance parted with ease...it looked swollen as well...she'd never seen it looked like this...had it feel sore like this, she could actually see farther back into herself and realized she must have taken quite the pounding. More flashes came back to her a belt around her neck. She held he throat...she was so focused on everything else she hadn't noticed the red mark around her neck…

Shit….how was she gonna hide this...Was she gonna hide this...Chase was gonna want to know where she had been...What she had been doing. What was she gonna say. Why did she do this...Fucking alcohol she'd never touch it again… She turned storming out of the room and saw he'd left her a dress. It fit tight and didn't help her already sore body but she put it on. She also found her had her shoes. She put them on as well, then she gently sat down on the bed and waited.

It felt like the car took forever to come after half an hour, she was beginning to worry he might not have called one that he might not let her go. He kept coming back into the room, offering her food and drinks or to check out his pool. He said he had a bikini she could try. She declined everything he had to offer save the dress she was wearing. She said she'd return it but he said she could keep it...maybe wear it on their next get together. He was greatly delusional if he thought she'd ever be alone with him again once she got out of here.

He kept staring at her and furrowing his brow. After an hour she went downstairs to wait that way she could see outside. He followed closely behind her and she nearly slipped in her heels on the stairs. He caught her and squeezed her breast. She recovered her balance and pulled from him. Her skin felt like it was going to crawl.

He started trying to talk with her, "You really have fun...we both know you did...maybe we could come to an arrangement,"

The doorbell rang and it was the driver. He kept trying to talk to her but she ignored him. She rushed out to the car and got in. He stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets looking upset but she didn't fucking car. The driver took off and she tried to make herself presentable. She realized after a few minutes there were a lot of things she just couldn't hide. It occurred to her that her entire world was about to implode once she stepped through her front doors her life was never going to be the same.

The driver pulled up to her house, she thanked him and gave him a tip from her purse but he declined it saying Mr. Decia had already taken care of everything. Of course he had, she got out of the car and slowly walked up to her house. She half expected to see the door open...Chase would probably be a wreck and there might be family or friends over. The house was probably going to be in disarray. She'd have to talk to him...talk to the police….thought if they'd been to her work they'd think she was on vacation…they might have thought she'd left Chase without telling him.

When she got to the front doors she had to use her keys. She stepped inside and it was quiet. She called out, "Hello...hello?"

She walked around the house and no one was home...nothing was out of place. It looked just as it had a week ago when she'd been getting ready for the party. The flowers Chase had sent her were dying and his latest promise to make it up to you card was on the table. She bit her lip confused. She painfully rushed up to the bedroom worrying he might have come home and left her…but his things were all there.

She called his manger worrying something might have happened but when she got through to his assistant she said things were fine just busy that since winning the award their phone hadn't stopped ringing. She gave her the number to Chase's hotel room it rang and rang...he didn't pick up she left a message at the front desk for him to call her. Then she sat down...surely he'd noticed she'd been gone for an entire week...It was true they could go more then that without talking but they left each other messages almost everyday.

She took a long shower scrubbing every inch of her body and then changed into a robe. She figured she'd burn the dress he gave her but settled for throwing it away. Even thought it looked like a designer dress she wanted nothing to do with him...more as...she wanted to forget it had ever happened that she had done that…She grabbed a tub of ice cream as most the fresh food had gone bad. She at it on a couch and watched some TV before she noticed Chase had called and left a message.

He sounded winded on the machine. "Hey I miss you, I know it's been a few days but I've swamped. This award has got me book solid, I've got like no down time but I should be home soon love you,"

It was a short message she replayed it five time as she sat at the kitchen table. She didn't know why but she started crying… The fact that nothing was out of place...nothing had changed…after what she'd done...he hadn't even noticed. Most people would have been revealed…to have cheated and not been found out...but she felt messed up...lonelier then ever and-

Her phone rang and she hoped it was Chase but it was Razz "So you miss me yet, cum bucket. You ready to spent the rest of your life being filled up or what?"

"What do you want," she said coldly

"Let have dinner, I miss your pussy also are you crying?."

"No," she said sniffling, "TO BOTH!"

She thought he was fucking crazy. After everything to be calling her like this "Are you insane calling me, after what you did to me."

"What I just did to you," he said sounding oblivious. He snorted on the phone. "Is he there...is this for his benefit or what?

"No, it's just me," she hissed.

"Then what did I do?"

"You know what you did," she said not wanting to repeat it.

"You mean what you asked me to do. I admit you're one sick bitch but your pussy is worth it what can I say the cock wants what the cock wants."

"Are you fucking delusional." she spat. "I might have said yes to one fuck...when I was drunk but you kept going...you drugging me up and did who knows what. I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER MOST-"

"OH HO WAIT A MINUTE HERE. I DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU ACCUSING ME OF" he interrupted getting upset "I specifically asked your ass...do you want me to fuck you up for days and you said yes. You asked me to"

She vaguely recall that but hadn't taken him seriously, "I was drunk...I wasn't thinking clearly. I didn't think you were being serious."

"I'M NOT FINISHED YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU WANT TO ACCUSE ME OF SHIT! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO CORRECT YOUR ASS. Clearly you're the delusional one here. Maybe you hit your head or your one of those cunts who gets wild and can't own up to it BUT as I recall… after you and I finished our fuck, you decided to have more drinks and waved wadded your pussy around asking for more and YOU FUCKING LOVED IT. At NO POINT DID I FORCE YOU TO DO SHIT. At least I didn't hear any complaints till the END and only cause your pussy finally gave out. Now as for the drugs...I don't know what your talking about...I didn't give you shit."

"I…." she'd felt funny she knew that much...she remembered pills

"Pills...you gave me and I think other stuff," she said. "Like I said I can barely remember anything so you must of done something else."

"FUCKING OWN YOUR SHIT! The reason you can BARLEY REMEMBER ANYTHING. Is you were high on a kite...fucking orgasmic every five minutes. I was just that good...that I blew your little mind. You want to contradictory me claim I DID SHIT YOU DIDN'T WANT. I've GOT THE pictures and VIDEO to prove how much of a Nympho you are. FUCK I've been watching them all morning and you just keep begging me to HIT YOU...and fuck you harder."

"NO! DESTROY THOSE," she spat.

"No way." he said, "These are works of art a true whore on display. I don't know about you but its the best work I ever done, personally. Fuck awards this is the work of my life...I'm ain't destroying shit but if you want we can make sequels...hundred of them. I've got all sorts of ideas about how to abuse that pussy of yours. Fuck Next time, I'll make you my bitch for real, I'll lock you up tight in that dog suit and get you your own name tag and doggy bed. I can parade you around, tie you up outside an have you only eat from dog bowls. I'll keep you in a little cage when I have to go out and get you a dog crate to load you onto my private jet like then I'll take you out to my summer place and just go buck wild on that pus. We can get real creative, fuck outside, mess around in a hot tub, tie you to a tree, fuck I can even lock you up in a padded box until I take that stick up your ass out even more ."

"FUCK YOU," She said upset. "YOUR SICK!"

"NO FUCK YOU! You know what you are...YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT! OWN IT...and maybe...just maybe if your a good girl I'll give you another taste of my backhand."

She froze recalling it for a moment...she recalled him smacking her so hard she'd fallen to the floor. Some dark part of her had felt culled in that moment. Felt...a familiarity in taking such a smack. She'd remembered something another time another place but it didn't matter now… What happened this week...all that he'd...she'd done with him... some part of her deep down had wanted it. She'd wanted to be used and abused...

More tears escaped her eyes as the thoughts clearly cemented themselves in her mind. She recalled looking into the mirror, the belt tight around her neck as he jutted into her...the hard smack of his body colliding into hers again and again. She closed her eyes remembering how it felt... she'd felt free in being...humiliated...in the powerlessness of it all.

It had felt good, to be degraded, pounded into again and again, to be made into a...a cum bucket as he'd called it. She opened her eyes and they glossed over recalling it...recalling his seed washing inside her...overflowing. She got off on being taken by him... hurt and damaged. It had all felt beyond familiar like it was a second skin to her she had always known what it was to feel such things...and had always been trying to recreate the feelings. Maybe Chase had seen the dark underbelly of her requests and sough to protect her from realizing what she really craved...

"You still there cum bucket," he said, "You're awfully quiet. Are you touching yourself...I am."

She sniffled as more tears streamed down her face. She had a lot to figure out about herself about what all this meant and what she was going to do about it. Either way she wanted nothing to do with Razz. "Please," she whispered her voice emotionally, "Just leave me alone."

Before he could respond she hung up the phone and ripped the cord from the wall. It was a pointless gesture...there were other phones throughout the house and they just rang and rang. She thought he would stop but he just kept calling. When the answering machine picked up, he wouldn't speak but she'd hear his breath the small grunt of frustration before he called again.

After an hour of nonstop ringing, she walked through the house until she had unplugged every last phone and then she took a long hot bath. Even thought she had showered baths were always soothing to her and her body ached so much. She had no idea what she was going to do...She kept replaying events in her head…drinking when she shouldn't have...things had escalated but clearly exploded into a week of frenzied fucking.

She recalled more bits and pieces...laying on the floor and him kicking her to wake up...clearly that couldn't be consensual...she'd wanted to stop then hadn't she. She couldn't remember if she'd asked him. She'd eaten out of a dog bowls but it was because sh was hungry...also who had dog bowl laying around he didn't even have a dog. Maybe he had a pet fetish and did that to all the women he had over he had that room-

She sat up in the tub...recalling picture of herself. Now fully awake and aware that...was messed up. Why did he have picture of her in his house…like other women was one thing...sexy erotic art work but pictures of her...she tried to recall some of them but only remember a few of them being blown up of her from a distance straight on and to the side...she was always wearing her work clothes...That was some fucked up stalker shit.

Her head started to hurt when she thought about it..trying to recall details was hard….Again he had to have her on something...Had she addressed the pills with him...She was tired. She laid back in the tub, then got up and changed into a night gown. She wandered around the empty place thinking Chase would be home soon. She knew she'd have to tell him. She couldn't not...He'd probably want his ring back. She looked at her hand and realized it was gone...she couldn't find it.

She realized it must have gotten lost in all the cheating. It was another thing she'd lost, her mind, her relationship, her ring, she was probably going to lose her job. Razz said he told others she was on vacation but he wasn't in charge he couldn't give her vacation like that...even then she couldn't keep working there...with him.

She ran her hand over her face thinking her life was a train wreck and she'd been the driver. Whatever happened..whatever she decided she should at least accept she'd made a choice...to drink...to be in a situation that escalated...As soon as he grabbed her hips she should have turned and slapped him and then left...but it had felt good… She felt like she was going in circles. A depression washed over her and she went to bed.

She slept through the night and only got up to eat and relieve herself the next day. Her swelling had gone down and thought her body ached she knew it was from laying down so much...still she didn't want to get up because she knew once she got out of bed she'd have to deal with every aspect of her life.

She dozed for hours on end and eventually woke in the middle of the night to hear someone in the house. She quickly grabbed a baseball bat they kept by the bed for security and picked up her phone but realized it was unplugged a moment later the lights turned on and it was Chase.

"Why are the phones all unplugged," he asked curiously. When he saw she had the baseball bat he quickly realized he'd scared her "Sorry...I didn't mean to scare you. I tried calling but couldn't get through I guess I know why now….Again why are the-"

She put the bat down as he was talking and she knew everything she had to do and say but in this moment she just wanted to hold him in her arms one last time...when he loved her and she loved him and everything was still okay. She quickly rushed to him and embraced him harder then she ever had before

"Hey...hey whats going on,"

"I missed you, I missed you so much…."

"Hey, hey I'm here now," he said, "You're okay," he rubbed her arms and looked at her with those ocean blue eyes. Part of her considered holding it off or just not telling him but she couldn't...lie she couldn't keep this from him, "I messed up,"

"What," he said, "What's wrong," he lifted her up before she could coninue and carried her over to the bed.

They sat down together. She didn't think...she just held onto his cheeks and pressed her forehead against his… it was over...this...everything in a matter of seconds was gonna be over. "I love you...I love you I love you so much"

"I love you to," he said, "Now what's going on Lana."

It killed her but she looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I had too many drinks at the party the other night and cheated on you,"

He stiffened almost at once...and she watched the concern pour off his face. She waited for him to speak to respond in anyway but he just sat there…gone...completely checked out. She brushed his arms and shook him after a minute or two he finally blinked, "What...what did you say?"

"I cheated on you," she said it came out easier the next time but as she turned away from him and stared off into space she realized she felt numb...hollow.

He wiped his mouth and stood up, "You…" he was still processing it, "You…"

"Yes," she said. She clenched the blankets up in her hands.

"I...can't believe this," he said dragging his finger nails through his hair. It had gotten longer...she realized she hadn't noticed he could almost put it into a pony tail now.

"I'm sorry," she said. She pulled from the bed and dropped to her knees, "I'm so sorry,"

He looked down at her and said, "Get up...don't do that,"

"But I'm sorry,"

"Don't…" he said. He waved his hands, "I can't...I can't not right now." He couldn't even look at her. He walked out of the room and she let he head fall in her hands. She told herself this was the worst of it. He knew now...things could only get better...or not be as bad as having to get it out….it was like ripping of a...she heard a door slam and the sound of a car engine. She got up and rushed to the window. A moment later the garage door opened and she saw him pull out.

Where was he going. She rushed out of the room through the hall down the stairs to the front door she ran out on the lawn as he sped away. She...he...he'd left her...She had thought they'd talk...they might break up but they hadn't even talked. She worried what he would do like this. Where he would go. She didn't know what to do. She hook the phone back up and called who...who was she gonna call. She sat there on the floor realizing she had no way of getting in touch with him...no way of knowing what he was going to do. She waited...all night...when the phone rang she picked up.

"Hello,"

"You done throwing your fit," said a voice.

She was so out of it she didn't recognize it all she knew was it wasn't Chase, "Who is this,"

"What the fuck who is this...your master bitch. Ayro…"

She hung up, her eyes still focused on the front door hoping Chase would walk though it at some point. She realized she'd never broken up with anyone in her adult life before. She'd had high school break ups, hooked up with some guys at college parties but she'd never had an adult relationship where they lived together and it just ended. Who would get the house….it was in both their names even thought he put the most money in it. They were getting married he wanted them to share everything...now-

The phone rang again, she answered, "BITCH IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN. I WILL COME OVER THERE!"

"Don't…" she said scared. She didn't want them to run into each other. Chase still didn't know who she'd cheated on him with. Things might have been ending for them but if he knew she knew Chase wouldn't be able to let it go. He'd lose everything because of her.

"Then don't hang up on me again...now what the fuck is going on with you...your voice sounds funny, did something happen."

He was the last person she wanted to talk to "Please get a life and stop calling."

"Fuck...bitch," he said sounding offended, "I'm not desperate. I could call thousands of gaping whores."

"So call them," she said.

"Shit I ain't desperate but I know you are…I know you haven't been getting any I thought I'd give you the opportunity to is pack your shit up...come over to my here and let me beat that pussy into submission every day. Especially now that he's left you ass,"

How did he know that...Was it a reporter or was he watching the house. She clutch the phone tighter, "How do you know that?"

"Does it matter. You ever been punched in the cunt? Next time lets try it I bet you'd love it."

"Would you stop," she said closing her eyes "What happened was a mistake...it's never going to happen again,"

"Right…" He said, "Some mistake, I made that pussy gush."

"You think you're special." she said, "You think you got my rocks off once or twice and now I'm in love with you cock,"

"Hmp...I didn't say love but fuck it if you want to go that far-"

"I've had better fucks," she said, her sadness turning to anger. She wanted him to get off the fucking phone in case Chase called.

He scoffed loudly "LIKE THE FUCK YOU HAVE! I'M THE BEST YOU EVER HAD! You told me MULTIPLE times."

"Well, unlike you...some of us can act," She spat, she knew that was a low blow.

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN." he said enraged "I CAN ACT! I WON A FUCKING AWARD! I'll GLADLY SHOW IT TO YOU WHEN I SHOVE IT UP FUCKING CUNT"

"It would probably feel better then your half ass cock," She paused realizing she was a bit spicy.

Nearly a minute passed before he shouted "LANA!" It was weird to hear him say her actual name...considering he was always calling her other names. "DON'T PISS ME OFF! I'm gonna give you one last chance, to get your ass over here or."

"Or what." she said. She wasn't about to be intimidate by him. Currently only one man held her life in his hands and he was out there driving around somewhere.

"You'll be sorry," he whispered.

"To late...I already am," she said. She hung up and waited. She couldn't be sure if he'd call again or not but he didn't. She went back to focusing on the door and waiting but Chase didn't come back. Eventually she had to pee and then she went to the bed and collapsed from all the stress.

At some point she woke up and went down stairs to get something to eat and Chase was there. He was sitting in the living room with a drink in his hand. Her heart leapt knowing he was alright and that he'd come back. She quickly rushed down the stairs but quickly realized he'd probably only returned to tell her it was over. She walked up to him and sat on a nearby couch.

For several minutes he just sat there staring off into space. Every so often he'd sip his drink and she wondered if he was ever going to speak. Finally when his drink was finished he rolled the ice around in his glass and asked, "Who was it?"

"Does it matter," she said, still thinking he should know it was Razz for his sake...if he really wanted to know she'd tell him but-

"No…" he said leaning forward in his chair, "I guess not. I don't really want to know…Was it only the one time?"

She paused...technically it was one time that had lasted a week, "Yes,"

"And you were drunk,"

"So drunk," she said.

He sat back in his chair, "There is only one thing I want to know but I really want you to think about it. I don't want your answer now…"

"Okay," she said getting really scared she wrung her hands waiting. He took a long time and then said, "Do you love me and really want to spent the rest of your life with me"

She knew the answer and opened he mouth but he put up his hand, "THINK about it. Cause depending on either answer EVERYTHING is gonna change,"

She swallowed...she could see how breaking up would change things but she didn't know how staying together would. She wanted to ask but he got up and staggered about the room, "I'm a lie down…"

He set his glass down on a counter and went up stairs. She knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. A billion million times yes but paused really thinking about it as he'd asked her to. She loved him so much but if she loved him so much why had she cheated on him. Why had she spread her legs multiple times for another man without a second thought to him. "Fuck…"

She realized her answer wasn't so simple after all. If she loved him shouldn't he always come first before everything else before all her carnal desires. Even drunk shouldn't he be the one she'd want and no one else. She knew she loved him but...was it enough.

Things had been so bad lately...he'd been gone all the time and she'd been restless and it didn't help that Razz had been constantly harassing her... She should have turned him in even at the risk of her job. Instead she kept rolling it off playing it over till she'd fucked him. She was a mess and how she handled things was a mess. She sat there for a long time…longer then she'd ever thought she would to a question like this.

Eventually he came back at the top of the stairs he asked, "You have my answer,"

"I don't," she said.

He paused, he looked crushed, his head sunk.

"No…WAIT" she said standing up, "Not I don't mean I don't love you. NOT LIKE THAT!...I mean it's a complicated answer. I don't have it"

He let out a sigh but said, "Okay...how's it complicated."

"Well I love you...I love you so much and I know I messed up and your' ptobably-

"Answer the question...I asked I don't want to talk about anything else but that right now,"

"Okay...I love you I do... but lately...lately...there is no you. I know your busy I know you working hard but I've felt so alone and lost. Like I thought I knew what I wanted...I wanted to work in TV but it just feels like I work all the time and that's all there is. I come home to an empty house and I'm always waiting for you to come back and you never do. You promise me we'll make it up and I know we need the money but-

"We don't need the money," he said coming down the rest of the stairs. "I've been busting my ass...for this idea that we'd eventually have the money to do what we wanted, to make movies together that this wont last forever but they keep adding things...since the award they want to do movies...and cartoon, more episodes, shows and meet and greets. I keep telling myself I'd get to make my movie and I had all these dreams but the harder I work and the longer I work everything feels so far away. Like I miss you too. I miss dreaming with you, talking with you, laughing with you, fuck just looking over and seeing you from across the room. I do these shows and at first I was proud but more and more I just drink and have to deal with one thing after the next one and the next and the next. Some days I don't know whats up or down or….how it got to be so long. I don't want to do THIS anymore but I don't want to let you and so many others down."

"What did I tell you when you first asked me, if you should do this."

"You told me to do what you want,"

"Nothings changed. Do what you want I'm hundred present behind you. It's true you're the best Daz there ever was but Daz isn't your life."

"It feels like it," he said drawing closer, "I mean its great I'm good at it but I...I want to do something else I want to take a break and just...think about our future for a while and I want to marry you."

"I want to marry you," she said but knew that couldn't happen anymore. She turned away "But I know-"

"Let's do it," he said interrupting her.

"Do what?" she said confused.

"Get married."

"You still want to I mean-,"

"Yeah, but FUCK IT! Fuck tomorrow, Fuck some day. Let's do it now. I want to marry you now,"

"Okay," she said a bit taken abake, "But after what I did are yo-,"

"I don't care…" he cut her off, "Yeah we probably need to talk about it...get counseling or some shit...we'll deal with but right now I'm tired of holding off what I want...and waiting on where I want to be. Right now, I just want to marry you and go on our honey moon like we wanted and what happens after that we'll pick up the pieces as we go."

"You can't just take off,"

"Who says I can't...if they fire me...they fire me and we'd be free. Now,"

He reached out his hand for her. She didn't expect things to go like this. She didn't expect this as an outcome. She grasped hold of his hand and then they grabbed her purse and left. She didn't even change or get her shoes, going out in her slippers. They walked out straight out of the house, locked it up got in his car, went to the court house filed a marriage licenses then went straight to the airport. They chartered a private plane to take them to a tropical island and went they got there they found some rings in a girt show and found the first person that could legally marry them. The ceremony wasn't anything fancy just two people who wanted to be together, exchanging vow and rings on the beach.

If anyone had asked Lana where she would have been 24 hours ago she never would have thought on her honeymoon, on the most beautiful tropic beach she'd ever seen. They walked the length of it arm and arm and talked about everything and nothing. The avoided mentioning work...her cheating and anything that involve responsibility.

They just stayed in this blissful honey moon bubble where nothing beyond the here and now existed. Lana wished it could have lasted forever...that the beach could have gone on for eternity but eventually it got dark. They went back for dinner, Lana was a little worried about when it came time to have sex...the words were gone and the red marks had faded some but she still had a lot of them and bruises and of course the nipple rings. The other stuff maybe she could explain but the nipple rings...were gonna be a thing for sure...especially since she couldn't get them off.

Even if she had told him she wanted them pierced she didn't say make it so she could never take them off...at least she didn't think she had. She tried not to think about it...about him. After dinner they were pretty full, the stars looked amazing and it was still so warm out. They put a blanket on the sand and then laid down to watch the stars...it was only suppose to be for a few minutes...but they ended up falling asleep.

They woke up as the tide hit them and rushed back to their hotel room laughing and screaming.

He kept picking up up and spinning her around. It was still dark out. They ended up stumbling into their hotel room in a pitch black room. They kissed and made out before ending up in the bed. He took off her dress and she helped him with his shirt. It had been so long and not long enough since she'd been with Razz...she worried how it was going to feel. It was a little sore but otherwise okay.

She didn't have to much time to dwell on it. Chase quickly ran her hands over her nipples and let out a bit of a painful moan. He froze mid thrust and said, "What did you do,"

He padded her chest and he couldn't see her turn her head away. She bit her lip then said, "I got my nipples pieced,"

"Really," his hand ran over the other one, "Shit you did. When did you do that,"

"A bit ago...maybe a few weeks," she lied. She knew that wasn't the truth but fuck if right now was the time. She didn't want the things she'd done with that asshole to ruin everything, "Do they hurt he said but kept rubbing them,"

She could feel his hands pull on the rings rather then answer him she asked, "Do you like them?"

"I mean its your body...its just different...will you still be able to breast feed and stuff,"

"I think so,"

"Hmm," he said tugging at one, "They're pretty thick."

"I guess," she said truth was she hadn't touched them much since they hurt and looking of them made her think of Razz. Maybe that's why he made them permanent.

"Do you want to stop," he said.

"No," she said wrapping her arms around him. "I love you and want to be with YOU!"

"I think I do too," he teased.

"You better being my husband and all,"

He chuckled, "I suppose I like my wife...yes...yes I do," He was being silly. She loved how silly he could get he bent in and touched her forehead to his and she never felt closer to him. He continued to thrust into her and she moved against him feeling him. Her body was still sore and she was worried about hurting herself but after a while she didn't care. She moved turning to get on all fours…

"Oh….okay," he said surprised.

He entered her from behind and began fucking her. She moaned but while she could feel him it wasn't like before...with the belt wrapped around her throat. She remember it and started getting wet. She knew it was wrong thinking of this she pushed it out of her mind, "Harder,"

"Harder," he said panting.

"Harder," she cried…

He picked up the pace and she grinded back against him. She grabbed onto him with her muscles...even though her body was sore...she was taken over by her sexual desires she wanted to cum wanted to cum off the end off her husbands did. She could hear their bodies fwap...his hands go tighter on her hips she could feel it building, "There….there...drill me fuck me...fuck me up right there...there."

He panted and wheezed throwing his head back, "Shit LANA….YOUR LIKE A VICE TONIGHT!"

She didn't stop gruding. He drilled her harder and then she felt him stiffen. He jutted sending his seed into her. She was still building still trying to squeeze every last ounce of his member into her. He feel against her, "Shit your body is like...damn…"

He grunted as he came and then grew sleepy. They laid on the bed…he was on top of her and soon fast asleep. She laid there worried...about what Razz had said to her. He wanted to ruin her for every other cock. Was it possible to ruin someone...to make them addicted to only one cock. No...she was just recovering from the roughest sex she had and Chase was tired...She'd cum to him one day...had to right…

Even if she didn't, she buried her head in her pillow she didn't need that. Him onto of her so close to her was enough. She was so happy so grateful to hear him lightly snore. This was the first time in a long time they'd spent the night together and she almost lost him. She...turned her head back to the side lightly crying she...she never wanted to do anything that could risk that again.

He rolled off her and she turned on her side. They soon spoon and she closed her eyes as he wrapped his hand around hers. She looked at their ring fingers in the dull moonlight pouring through the room. She was married now...and not matter what happened her marriage came first.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you," he said giving her a squeeze

The next morning they woke late and order up a storm of breakfast off the menu. They lounged around the hotel room and mostly enjoyed each others company. He noticed a few bruises and she said she had an accident casually but made sure to wear her robe the rest of the day. At one point he got into the hot tub in there room and wanted her to join them but couldn't risk it. She said she worried the chemicals might hurt her piercings and only dipped her toes in.

He massaged her feet. When he got out she gave him a blow job and even swallowed it. He was surprised, "Shit...that's a first,"

"What,"

"Ah you swallowing."

She froze whipping some extra off her mouth...She'd done it a few times for Razz...She'd tried to pull off once or twice but he'd kept it in until she'd swallowed. She guessed it had helped her get over the stigma of it, "Yeah…I guess it's not that bad," she said.

"Wow," he said, running his fingers through her hair, "You're amazing"

"You are," she said feeling guilty.

She told herself it was the past and this was the present but it was hard getting flashes every now and then. She pushed it out of her mind and they went for a walk on the beach. Then ended the night in their room with room service and movies.

The next morning she got up before Chase and snuck into the bathroom. She locked the door and checked on her body to see how much more it had recovered. She could almost get by, she took a steaming shower and then got dressed. She stared drying her hair and came out of the bathroom to see Chase was up and a bellhop was in there room. He brought in a car of several gift baskets and presents putting them on a table in there room.

"What's all this?" she asked as Chase stood there just as dumbfounded as her.

"I don't know," he said scratching his head. "I went to join you in the shower but the door was locked and someone knocked saying we had a bunch of packages."

Chase tipped the bellhop when he was finished and then looked over some of the cards on the packages. He picked one up then chuckled when he read one, "Looks like the jig is up, they tracked us down,"

"Who," she said confused.

"It's from my manager Mark, he wishes us a happy marriage, and to enjoy our honey moon but to call him ASAP!"

"Really," she said coming over. She looked at the card oh wow.

"Yeah the producer must have come looking and then I guess they figured it out somehow."

"But we didn't tell anyone,"

"Well I've been using my card, Mark has access to the account, that would be my guess," said Chase. He looked over the gifts and baskets, "This one is from Holly, and there is Steve I think he does lighting for our road shows, I don't' think you met him. Hmp who is Ay raa...Ayyyaro Dec- Deci"

Lana eyes went wide she quickly rushed up, there was a beautiful bouqute of white roses. She reached for the card and pulled it as she did it pulled a string on the package. Something squirted into the water...the roses started to suck it up changing their colors. "Oh wow that's different," he said the roses looked like they were turning black but it was really a dark blue."

She quickly turned away so Chase wouldn't see the card. It simply said one word congratulation. She looked over it reading it again before looking back to the roses...she didn't know why but they gave off an ominous feeling. She watched as the blue crept up the white roses until it had completely changed it.

"Who is he?" asked Chase looking at her.

"Razzle," she said giving him the card.

"Oh, hmp you know its funny we've been working together all these years I never thought to ask his name."

"It's hard to pronounce," she said.

"You okay,"

"Fine," she said. She needed some air. She went out onto the balcony and the wind swept through her hair. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to center herself. Chase came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"You sure you're okay,"

"Yeah," she said putting a smile on, "I just don't want this to end,"

"Well its not over yet...thought I guess we better call our parents,"

"Yeah they're not gonna be happy...to don't see us as is and to not be invited,"

"I think mine will just be happy we tied the note,"

"Right mine wont be happy tell we have ten kids," she chuckled.

"Well why don't we get started on that," he teased.

"Right that's the last thing we need right now. I've been around enough kids to last a life time,"

"Same," he said, "Let's get a dog,"

"Let's get two," she said.

"Deal," he said. "Now...you have a big decision to make. Do you want to go out or stay in,"

"Hmmm, both," she said. "Let's go out in the morning and stay in the afternoon,"

"I think we can swing that," he said.

The happy couple walked back into their room, not noticing someone was on the balcony next to theirs sitting in the shadows drinking a glass of wine. Once the two were back inside the ominous figure sat forward. He slowly dragged his nails across the balcony railing ripping the pain off. "Congratulations." he said to himself. "You pissed me off,"

They ended up spending two glorious weeks on their honey moon. The producer himself flew out after the first week pleading for Chase to came back. Chase made it clear things had to change that he was overworked and he couldn't keep doing this, he had things he wanted to do and he needed breaks. They took a few hours hashing things out while Lana looked at seashells on the beach. Once they'd settled on things. Lana found they would get another week of honey moon but then had to fly back to do a life show. The show had got an exclusive with the worlds number one boxer who'd just won a few days ago.

What the worlds number one boxer was going to do on a kids show was beyond both of them but he said once they came back a lot of things were gonna change. He wasn't going to work every episode, he'd get days off and get to pick his projects more, they wanted him to stay on for another season and a movie but the Producer said he'd let Chase have full access to how the show is filmed. When he wasn't doing scenes they'd show him different tricks and tips and after the movie was filmed he'd personally back movie Chase wanted to film as the schedule allowed. It was a pretty sweat deal but Lana knew they had to be making buko bucks off the show. She'd seen Razz's place. As far as she knew he hadn't been in anything else.

He had that place and even said he had another house. He also had to do less then half the public appearances. She wondered who his agent was. "Are you sure you're okay with this."

"We're married, we'll get to be together more, and I'll be learning again, perfecting my craft and I've got an actual movie budget...like yes… yes I am okay with this."

"As long as your happy I'm happy," she said.

"You know...I was thinking about it, maybe we could start our own production company and you'd be in charge while I was filming. You could help get everything set up so when we do go to film we'd be further along and when you weren't working on that we could spend time together. I liked having you come along."

"I know but if I'm not doing anything I'll feel weird."

"That is why you'll be making calls, you'll be researching, you'll be working on our project full time so when I come in we can do it together. You're still working just not all the time and the perk is with me."

"Hmm kind of sounds like for you," she said jabbing him. "You want me to get everything together."

"Yeah figures...the paper stuff,"

"Oh I see you want me to do all the boring shit,"

"Come on," he said, "You know what I mean."

"I'll consider it," she said but thought it would be a good idea. Work...if she still had her job was gonna be awkward around Razzle. The less time she was in a room with him the better.

"You'll consider it," he said tickling her, "How about you consider this he lifted her up and began carrying her to the water,"

"Don't you dare." she laughed, "Don't you dare."

He swung her like he was gonna throw her in but pulled her back, "Don't worry," he said, "I got you forever now,"

She chuckled and was startled when he dropped to his knees with her, "YOU ARE MINE FOREVER! MU HA HA HA!"

She snickered as he put her down on the sand and started giving her raspberries, "You're a big child you know that,"

He didn't repond he just kept blowing on her stomach. They continued to mess around for another few minutes before they both got wet and ran back to their hotel to change. They did some more site seeing and went to some of the more rarer parts of the area. At one point they even went hang gliding, they got so high and the locals said that the wind had never blow like that before that it must have been because of them. Chase was pretty sure they said that to everyone but Lana liked to think they were special.

When they came back their answering machine was full from family, friends and crew members who had heard the news. They came back a day early to clean and rest, it was amazing how exhausting a honey moon could be. They plugged all there phones back in and Chase asked again why she'd unplugged them. She lied saying it was a bunch of reporter hassling the house and she'd needed some sleep. He suggested they get quieter phone but not to unplug them as that could be dangerous. He didn't like not being able to reach her.

When they went to work the next day for the live show there were more people then usual apparently word had got around that this boxer guy was gonna be on the live show. Roman Reguez, had just won the world championship of boxing and everybody wanted him on his show but theirs was the first and only to get him so far. Apparently Roman and Razz were childhood friends and he simply called him up and he'd said he be over. It was a once in a life time event and everyone was running around the set trying to get everything ready.

A few people congratulated them but most everyone was busy. Chase said he'd wait to see if she still had a job but she told him to go to his dressing room. She promised to meet up with him if he was fired. She found the assistant director and it was clear he was pissed at her for taking off for nearly a month. He pointed out most people would have been fired but threw a clip board at her when he saw the producer. It was then she knew the only reason she still had a job was because she was with Chase.

She figured she'd resign today...to be fair she could understand why the assistant managed was pissed off.

She'd been more then unprofessional disappearing like that but a lot of things happened that she hadn't anticipated. She tried to make up for it busting her ass to check on everyone and helped out with any last minute details she could. She got some congratulations, a few dirty looks and some people who wanted details. At one point a huge group was walking around set.

In the center of it was Razz and who she could only assume was Roman Reguez. The guy was all and muscular he looked like he could fight a fucking truck and win. He had a large over sized shinny belt and was signing autographs. People were rushing up to get pictures with him and feel his muscles. She was mostly focused on Razz.

She had done her best to not think about him, about their week together. Her latest plan of attack was suppress...suppress...suppress. It wasn't so much a new plan as a classic one. She hoped he'd just drop it and move on...since he congratulated them. Still she worried he might cause a problem or make a scene. He didn't look over at her once as they moved to his dressing room. Security had to come and push everyone back.

Chase was already in costume and waved to her from a distance. She waved back showing him her clip board he gave her big thumbs up. She looked over the schedule and the familiarized herself with the set up. Things were a lot different when they were live. In college they got to see some live news coverage but that was nothing like this. She saw the set had been upgraded some and they'd added some new lighting features and they had a full studio audience along with a group of kids who seem super excited today.

The kids didn't know much about Roman but the adults sure did and the live event was suppose to bring in record views. She moved around doing her normal things until it got close to show time. She did last minute checks and thankfully ran into Razz's handler Judy so she didn't have to check in with Razz. Judy gave her a look when she approached and she vaguely realized she was the one who'd given her the medicine when she was recovering at Razz's.

Lana eyes lit up, with recognition and dread. Judy seemed to pick up on it and flipped her hair, she gave her a big smile and said "Congratulations, on your " so called wedding."

"Listen what happened..."

"Is none of my business," she said crossing her arms, "Unlike you, I know my place,"

"What's that suppose to mean?" she asked.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, cum bucket" she let out a delight sequel.

Lana thought she was gonna be sick...if that got around. The warning bell for fifteen minutes to air time came on, "Shit Judy...is he ready or not,"

"Oh he's ready...he's always ready" she said giving her a dirty look.

Lana didn't have time for her bullshit right now she checked him off then radioed it in. She rushed around moving on to check others and find any last minute things she needed to see to. When it was time the announcer came on and introduced the live episode and the kids were brought out and the music started. Razzle showed up in his goofy costume and began jumping and singing around playing with his record player. He put on a new tune, the lighting in the room changed, everything was going to plan so far.

She stood just off the main set following the ques as they went off. Confetti popped and Razzle introduced Roman Reguez. He punched his way onto set breaking some items. The audience went wild the kids had no idea who he was, some looked a little hesitant but once Razzle personally introduced him to the kids and they did the strong song the kids got excited watching him punch things.

Daz came out while everyone was dancing and have a good time and stole tole rocking cookie jar. Daz was always trying to get those treats. Chase was extra goofy this episode as he snuck of he started to trip and fall all over himself but still caught the cookie jar. A kid noticed he was taking it with some nudging he pointed and cried out, "Not the cookies," He was a paid actor of course but the other kids weren't and they all started screaming and yelling. Razzie played the oh no music.

Daz ran around and Roman chased after him saying he'd get the cookie and commercial break. Part one and done. They had some live commerial come on as they didn't want people to leave. Some of the people who sponsored Roman were on he did a bit with Daz then a bit with Razz.

Chase popped back stage and took off his head once none of the kids could see. He gave her a quick kiss and said, "I'll be back."

"Where you going?" she asked.

"They're gonna let me see how they're filming some of the live show. I'll be back when its my time,"

"Okay," she said, "Miss you,"

"Miss you more," he teased and rushed off to the studio control room. The next bit was suppose to be Ruzzle playing some music, then Roman would ask the kids to help him find Daz and he'd break things. They'd quick the kids on some music they'd heard so far and then they'd run around looking for Daz, followed by commercial break. Then they'd have Daz run around with the cookie he and Roman would fight and Roman would get the cookie jar and share the snacks with all the kids as Razzle rapped the sharing song. There would be some extra content to round out the hour and that would be the live show.

She flipped around looking at her cliboard as Roman began breaking things and air boxing. He talked about how he only fought to help and never hurt and violence was never the answer but sharing was caring. He needed the kids to help teach Daz to share the cookies. They had to squeeze lessons in somewhere right. She helped set up for the next scene as they did quizzes with the kids and played a song. She went back to watching the show during the end of the song and stood just off the stage when commercials came on.

These commercials were from the companies that regularly sponsored the show. A bunch of actors in vegetable costumes rushed out pretending to fight junk food. The vegetables were winning though she knew a chocolate bar would kick broccoli ass any day of the weak at least when it came to her taste buds. Corn against a lolly pop, now that looked like a fight...buttery goodness against a sweet lolly sometimes you had to be in the mood for sweet.

Razzle suddenly came up behind her, he put his hands on her waste and jerked his pelvis tight against her behind. She nearly screamed as she could feel he was hard but he covered her mouth and hissed, "This isn't over cunt! I know you now, this mask of a person can't fool me anymore. I know what you are, what you'll always be. You think it matters that you're married now but it doesn't. A whore is a whore and you will always be my cum bucket...now and forever."

She dropped her clip board and pulled at his hand on her mouth. She pulled it off, she wanted to scream but they were standing just off stage. She could risk drawing attention with the kids and being live. "Are you crazy, let go," she hissed struggling to remove his hand.

He gave her a hard jerk and hissed "No, I'm done playing around cunt. Been getting pretty full about time I dropped another load off. You come to my dressing room after the show wraps or I'll get real nasty and it wont just be your pussy that gets hurt this time."

"What are you talking about," she said freezing.

He kept nudging her "I got rid of the last Daz and I can get rid of this one, only this time he wont just get fired. I have a few woman, who'll swear he exposed his cock to them in an elevator. I also got some beautiful footage of his drunk ass pissing in an alley...not very becoming. Get a few hookers to come forward and heh you figure out the rest. I'm sure you have a good imagination"

"Don't," she said taking in what he'd said. He'd gotten rid of the last Daz. Was that why he was so sick that day. All those threats he'd made about Chase. She couldn't bare the thought of him getting hurt because of her.

"Then after we wrap, meet me in my dressing room so I can fill you up"

"No please...I can't...please...I really love Chase. I don't want to hurt him,"

"Make a choice...either you hurt him or I do... one way or another you will be my bucket."

Before she could respond he tossed her to the ground. He adjusted his hard on hiding it and then stepped over on her and then over her as the shows music started. He straightened himself, adjusted his sunglasses and brushed the wrinkles from his costume before taking up his mic and danced out onto stage as the beloved Razzle. "Ra ra ra welcome back to Razzle Da Da DAZ!"

The audience cheered as Lana got to her knees and clutched her mouth, she thought she was gonna be sick. He wasn't gonna drop this after all. What was she gonna do? She couldn't go to him it wouldn't end...but she'd have to tell Chase? If she did then... he'd know who it was and everything would fall apart, his new deal...his chance at a movie...his movie. She closed her eyes it...she didn't have a choice and she was right.

A few seconds later Chase came bursting onto the live set without his Daz head on and yelled at the top of his lungs. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!

Apparently, he'd been watching things from the control booth. He'd looked at all the angles and saw they had cameras on set and off. They had a way to turn mics on for the control room and then for the show itself. He was loving watching them instantly fulfill each promt as it popped up but really liked when mistakes were made. It was cool to see how they were quickly corrected or worked around them. He knew a lot of stuff but with live it was go go go, they had a small window for error and the team had to be ready for anything.

He was standing next to one of the back cameras and saw Lana watching the show off set. He thought about radioing her to say hi but didn't want to spook her. He noticed Razzle staring at her and then he snuck up behind her and grab her hips. He slammed into her from behind and covered her mouth.

She'd struggled with him as he whispered something into her ear. Chase quickly asked one of the techs to turn his mic wanting to hear. The guys seemed hesitant but did it. Chase picked up a head set just as Razzle was demanding she come to his dressing room. Chase listened as he blackmailed her even threatened to ruin Chase's career. He couldn't believe it, he listened to the entire thing until they cut off the mic since he was about to go live. He watched Razzle throw her to the ground and step on her.

It didn't take two and two, for Chase to put things together. He'd wondered who...but Razzle...and that son of a bitch was black mailing her, calling her a bucket...he was gonna hurt her and him. Rage built up inside Chase no one threatened his wife. NO ONE! He didn't give a shit what happened to him, he was gonna get that weaselly little bastard. He burst out of the control room and someone called after him. "Daz! You forgot you head."

But Chase didn't' care, he saw red...the only thing that mattered was getting his hands around that son of a bitches neck. He couldn't get the look of Lana's face out of his head. The way he'd touched her and stepped on her...even if she wasn't his wife...no one, NO ONE! TREATED SOMEONE LIKE THAT! More people pointed out he'd didn't have his head and was suppose to be on soon. He had a few minutes till his scene but was on in less then thirty seconds. He burst onto the set, saw Razzle and yelled "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"

Razzle jerked in his direction, lowered his sun glasses to looked at him but kept in character, "What...What...ya ya dooing Da da dazzy Daz," he said moving the record at his DJ station.

"I HEARD EVERYTHING YOU SON OF BITCH!" said Chase, still charge toward him.

Again Razzle stayed in character "I da da do don't know what you mean my my man."

"YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH THIS YOU SLIMEY PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Hey this is a kid show," said Roman. He was jumping around one the trampoline with a few of the kids. They were starting to cry seeing Daz with his head off. Hearing cursing, people in the audience started angrily shouted upset, "Knock of the swearing! What is he doing! HEY!"

"Ya ya ya yo man...were la la live," said Razzle still playing with his record player.

Lana's radio was blowing up with crew saying to get Chase off the stage. He'd lost his fucking mind. She got to her feet as he practically flew across the set to Razzle DJ booth. It was higher up on another plat form. Razzle pushed some buttons letting of steam and glitter before he threw his microphone.

Chase dodged it before jumping up on the platform in one fell swoop. It was clear Chase was gonna fuck Razzle up. Her heart leapt as she put a hand over her mouth...did he know. Razzle panicked flipped his DJ station over to try and slow Chase down and then took off running around the set, the cameras rolling live the entire time. They followed Chase as Razzle threw random things at him and started cackled, "You've lost it man! You're so getting fired for this! YOU'RE LIFE IS SO OVER,"

Chase didn't give a shit, he got hold of the tail end of Razzle's magical glitter coat and yanked his ass back. Razzle quickly yelped, "SHIT MAN! THINK ABOUT WHAT YOUR DOING! WERE LIVE-"

Chase didn't hesitate, he bit the hand on his Daz suit, pulled it off then punched Razzle in the face with bare knuckles On life TV blood sprayed out as Razzle's sun glasses flew off his face. Chase clearly broke his nose and kept going. Razzle cried out screaming as Chase hit him again and shouting "STEP ON MY WIFE! STEP ON MY WIFE!"

Razzle tried to fight back, he punched Chase tried to choke him but it was clear he was no match for Chase's rage. He was like a rag doll as Chase smashed his fist into Razzle's bloody face. The music stopped playing and the kids were screaming their head off as everyone watching in horror as the co-host beat the host of up..

Roman was having none of it. Seeing his best friend pummeled he, he threw down his belt and jumped off the trampoline. Chase was too focused on Razzle, he didn't notice him coming up from behind.. Lana quickly lunged onto set and screamed, "CHASE BEHIND YOU!"

He turned as Roman swung but he ducked and it ended up hitting Razzle knocking him to the floor. At this point the kids were screaming, running around the crew and their parents came swooping in the crowd was horrified but then mesmerized as Chase and Roman started circling one another.

"STAY OUT OF THIS MAN! IT DOESN'T CONCERN YOU!" yelled Chase.

"THE FUCK IT DOESN'T!" yelled Roman he swung and Chase moved and they started going back and forth. The number one boxer in the fucking world and her husband, Lana screamed thinking her husband was gonna get murdered on LIVE TV. Why hadn't they shut the cameras off! Why hadn't security rushed the stage yet. It was because they were dealing with the crowds excess outside all hoping to get a glimpse of Roman.

In the control booth, the director was losing it. "Go to commercial...go to commercial! WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T WE GONE TO COMMERCIAL" The people in the control room had all been taken in by what they were seeing they scrambled to switch over but coffee was split and there was a glitch on the control board. A few seconds later the producer rushed in. "DON'T TURN IT OFF! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ANYTHING! KEEP ON THEM! KEEP ON THEM!"

"What," said the Director looking at him like he was crazy. "ARE YOU INSANE!"

"LOOK!" shouted the producer, "LOOK AT THIS GOLD!"

On live TV the world's number one boxer was fighting Daz the top TV kids show co host and what should have been a quick fight...wasn't. Chase, Daz from Razzle Daz was holding his own. The two jumped around jabbed at each other back and forth, they clipped each other pretty good but neither had yet to land a full strike.

Razzle was screaming as blood gushed out of his nose and mouth onto the set floor, "HE BROKE MY NOSE! HE BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE!" His voice was all messed up. He was coughing and screaming, 'KILL THE BASTARD! KILL HIM"

Roman got a hard hit on Chase and this looked like it would be it, his head flung to the side hard and he staggered back but quickly recovered and lunged with his own punch sending Roman back, and to the ground.. The audience screaming roaring out they were no longer mad but excited people shouting "OH DID YOU SEE THAT! OH DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT! I DON'T BELIEVE IT. Even the shows announcer could be heard, "LADY'S AND GENTLEMAN THAT WAS A PUNCH!"

Lana rushed out on set, knowing this couldn't end well, she wanted to stop the fight before someone other then Razzle got seriously hurt. However as she rushed out Razzle caught sight of her Even with his broken nose he went after her, he grabbed her ankle and tore it out from under her. She fell hitting the ground hard. It was padded but still hurt.

He quickly climbed on top of her back tangling his bloody finger in her head and slammed her face into the ground "THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOU FUCKING CUNT!. Lana screamed as he just kept bashing her face into the floor.

"GET OFF MY WIFE!" Chase yelled running over. He kicked Razzle in the chest sending him flying back. The crowd roared, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! WHO IS SHE! DAZ'S WIFE! WHAT BUT WHAT!"

Chase reached out to get Lana off the floor but Roman had recovered, he charged him and full on lunged at him, sending them both through a set wall.

Lana screamed, blood dripping from her nose as she heard Chase and Roman crash to the floor. They were bottle rattled for a second but quickly struggled to their feet and continued to go at each other. It got brutal now fists fling blood flowing. The sound of their fight was soon drowned out by the roar of the audience. They couldn't take not seeing the fight and took to the set. Chaos broke out everywhere.

Lana was bombarded by people and nearly crushed. She hid in one of the kid tunnels as Razzle was swarmed by fans. They started tearing his clothes off, wanting a piece of this moment as a souvenirs. The set was quickly trashed as it got broken down. Chase and Roman were locked in a full on fight. Crew members and security had to tear them apart it took at least six guys for Roman and eight for Chase who still wanted a piece of Razzle and could be heard screaming in his adrenaline fueled rage.

The police were called in and it took nearly half an hour for the studio security and police to get everything locked down. The switch board was overloaded with people calling in and people started showing up to the studio, trying to get in. The censors were pissed off, they hadn't cut to air till the police arrived.

After things, were secure Razzle was taken to the hospital, Roman insisted on going with him. The police were still sorting out charges but had only arrested Chase so far as he was the instigator. He tried to explain what had happened as they put him the back of a police car. Lana had her injuries treated on set and rushed outside to the police car, wanting to go with him but they wouldn't let her.

She saw one of his eyes was swollen shut and he had blood all over his face and knuckles, clearly he was injured he needed help but they just kept him in the police car. She kept tying to get to him "Please that's my husband! Please get him to a hospital. HE'S HURT! PLEASE!

Chase looked at her through the window calling out to her but she couldn't hear what he was saying. Soon the police had to drive off with him as a crowd of Roman's fans started to get rowdy and tried to tip the police car. A crew member offered to drive Lana to the police station and she went, press swarmed her, once they realized she was the woman from the live video, no thanks to fucking Judy.

Reporters wanted to know what had happened, why were they fighting, just what was going on and Judy had pointed her out telling them to ask Lana. She barely got into the car and it took them nearly half an hour to pull away from the studio. As she was taken to the police station she had no idea...how all of this had just blown up. She'd always wanted to make TV not be on TV. She knew this all of this was her fault...they never should have come back from there honey moon, no she never should have slept with Razz. She supposed it didn't matter now...the cat was out of the bag and in the end the pieces were going to fall where they may. She just hoped at the end of this she and Chase could still be together.

Suffice to say...the Razzle Daz show was canceled.

A/N

So for this life it's a few years old. I thought it would make a good movie/short film. I wanted to start it out where you'd see a children's TV set. You'd only hear a kids laughter recording. All the characters would be the adults and you'd have the chaos of the back set then like the co host coming out in his costume and the host and him just going about the set running ducking and fighting and like the speical guest would fight and just train wreck chaos it would be presented as a news clip on the nighly news.

And you'd learn that the ratings were so high that they'd want the people to be on another reality show lol to air all their dirty laundry. It would be cool to make with real people. Maybe one day if I can afford enough 3D models and get good at it I can do some stuff lol.)

Anyway if I did another part of this I think I'd just release it as another short. Anyway thank you for reading^^

Key

PS: We hit our 10,000 book sold last weekend. Thank you all for your support.

Oh and if you liked the sex in this one I have a new book on our website called Undeniable with similar wildness. (In that life (she-(Song)Lana) is deaf there is an accident where (Luka(Ian)-CHase) has a seize condition and almost dies cause of a mix up on her part. She ended up getting in a torrid sexual relationship with(Urel(Mr. Carter Jaids) Ayro) her adult Center Teacher(everyone in xxx situations is always over 18) But It's probably the most sex I've done but warning it gets pretty dark.. I'm just gonna say at one point he throws her in a dumpster for dead(but she survives(No main character dies in Undeniable anyway still's crazy obsessed and kidnaps her again after cause he refuses to give her up even after trying to throw her away. So...yeah dark