Layla's Escapades; Becoming Famous

“I got accepted? I got accepted!!”

Layla jumped in joy as she squeezed the acceptance letter to her chest. Her chestnut eyes flickered with excitement as she glossed over the words once more. This was a dream come true! After her acting career took a turn down, she had always wanted to work as an adult entertainer.

Now she was accepted into one of the biggest adult entertainment industries. Her mouth watered at the delicious pay and the opportunity to exercise her sexual prowess.

Her form dropped to her rainbow bean chair and read the paper just one more time. She couldn't believe this was happening.

Her attention was taken away when a verse of a song played through and when she picked up her phone, it was her best friend in the entire world.

“Girl! You would not believe what just happened? I got accepted into Hedonis.” She was crying, at this point, a high-pitched scream erupted from the other side of the line.

“I'm bringing the drinks!” It was loud enough to hear even though it wasn't on speaker, there was no way Layla was saying no to that.

Monday was 10 minutes away, the weekend was always so fast and Layla dropped from the Uber, making sure to tip the driver really well. She stood in front of the massive building, she moved to the entrance before whispering a short prayer in her heart and stepping in.

Today was the day she would do the final processing and get her ID card. She briskly walked in and everything she admired. The interior design was a total ten out of ten in the creative sense, and there was this fragrance in the air that kept her at ease. Hedonis felt like paradise to her.

Her eyes struggled to catch everything and Since her attention was stolen, she accidentally bumped into someone, but she was the one that ended up tumbling to the floor.

“Oh, are you okay?” She has an accent, a Russian one and pale hands pulled her body with such a force, almost defying gravity. The sudden jerk had resulted in her falling on top of the woman's body, “what is such a pretty girl doing here all by herself?” She teased while Layla blushed in embarrassment.

“I'm so sorry! I just got hired here, and I want to get my last processing done, I'm Layla Sanders.” She scurried back to her natural upright position, a blush creeping in, she did her best to hide it.

The woman she bumped into let out a hearty laugh, her eyes laughed with her, and she extended her hands afterward, “well congrats, welcome to Hedonis. I'm Reina Vlasova and I'm your boss. Follow me darling.” Her heels clicked and Layla scrambled to catch up with her.

“Wait, you're my new boss?!” She was almost running after Reina while she took confident long strides, “so much for a good first impression.” She sighed under her breath, resulting in a chuckle from Reina, “I'm so sorry for what happened back there, and it's an honour to meet you.” She was able to walk side by side with her, but at this point she was jogging.

“And the pleasure is mine. We are also happy to have you here. Your last boss said wonderful things about you.” Her confidence level was unmatched, and she was at quite a height too, Layla looked so small beside her, but what she said baffled the Afrocentric queen.

Her boss never said nice things about her, in fact he hated her guts because she turned him down multiple times.

Reina knew she had got her there and when they reached her office, she opened the door for her and her guest gasped. Her office was beautifully decorated with arts and aesthetics, multiple shades of purple and a sweet smelling fragrance that was too familiar.

“Please have a seat.” She gestured to the chair and went straight to the cabinet that was just beside her majestic mahogany table.

“Tell me this isn't a dream.” Layla couldn't still believe it, even though she had walked into the HQ and wasn't thrown out.

“Believe it, sweetie, you work here now. Pay is good and so are the pussies.” Reina chuckled a bit as she placed her file in front of her, with an ink pad. Layla didn't waste any time to sign and press her thumbprint on the paper, “and you're officially a member.” She presented her with her ID card.

As it dropped in her hand, Layla's eyes were full of sparkles.

“You can resume fully on Monday, there are a couple of short videos we want to put you in, so scripts will be sent to your email.” She went back to the cabinet to arrange some things before taking a seat in front of her, “but before that we are hosting a masquerade party for all of our actors and actresses and you my dear are invited. It starts by 8pm and ends at 5am, Friday night, you shouldn't miss it.”

“Thank you so much, I really don't know what to say.” She subconsciously squeezed her ID card in her hand, Reina could only manage a smile.

“Wear something nice.” Reina winked at her and at that point, Layla could have busted into tears. She was so happy.

She spent days planning her dress and it was finally Friday night. Layla exited her Uber in a silky purple mermaid dress with a thigh high slit. The dress came coupled with detached sleeves that were slightly transparent and with matching purple wedges and a cute purse. Her earrings were flowery hoops, and she whistled as she walked into the building.

Everywhere was decorated more than usual, lights, scents, and the building was full of so many people! It seemed like everyone was attending the party. She was in, so she put in her mask and blended with everyone. Layla was still new, so she didn't know anyone but her boss, and she guessed her boss might have been busy with more important guests.

And also not knowing how to socialize properly, she stayed by herself, taking shots after the other before a feminine voice called for an announcement.

It was the repeated hitting of a fork against a glass cup that was able to get people's attention, “It's so wonderful to see you all.” The accent was Russian and Layla could recognize the voice anywhere, it was Reina, “We hold this party annually for our actors and actresses, to say a big thank you for your effort and constant support. And we also welcome our new workers too into Hedonis, and we wish them a successful acting career.” She raised her glass and everyone followed suit, “to a brighter future, enjoy the party everyone.” The moment she stepped down from the stage, everyone dispersed to continue eating and drinking.

Layla admired her new boss from afar, she was nothing like her old boss. She most especially loved the black see through dress she wore, only a few patches of silk covered her delicate areas and her wavy hair was let down. Reina was gorgeous and it made Layla blush.

The party went on, everyone began dancing and thrusting, it turned sexual pretty quick, grinding and groping. Layla didn't want to dance with anyone, so she stuffed her mouth with sushi and cocktails while she hid in the corner. Glass after glass, she began to feel tipsy, and her vision blurred slightly.

“I think I need to go home.” She staggered forward a bit, almost about to fall before a body leaned towards her to prevent her from dropping, “thank you.” She mumbled a little as she took in the Calvin Klein perfume, it was sweet with a bit of woodiness to it. It was intoxicating.

Layla blinked hard to make sense of the figure, a pale skinned woman with a feathered mask on, “Who are—” her plump lips cut her off, she couldn't finish her sentence, but she battled with the stranger's sensual tongue.

She moaned in her mouth as the masked stranger sucked, bit and played with her mouth, the erotic affection made more heat flush to Layla's cheeks and her crotch. Her kitty was throbbing with desire, enhanced by the alcohol she had consumed.

The stranger's hands pulled her even closer, taking a large portion of her ass and squeezing it, making Layla squirm in delight. They continued kissing, both ladies starting to breathe heavily as they shared more saliva. Layla had no strength to push her back, her body refused to rebel against the woman's caresses.

As they lost their breath, the masked woman reached underneath Layla's dress, rushing to pull off her underwear, tugging at the material that stuck to her skin. And finally, she was able to slide it off and tossed it to one side.

Her hands quickly found the entrance to her femininity and both moaned at the impalement of her fingers, slowly rubbing against each other. She fingered her, enjoying how there was no friction, she was wetter than a house that just survived a thunderstorm, and she enjoyed how Layla moaned in acceptance.

She took her fingers out and stuck them in her mouth, enjoying the taste of her victim's juice, “hmm, taste yourself darling.” She put her fingers in Layla's mouth, and she passionately licked her juices off like a greedy fox.

It turned the masked woman on so much, she wanted her to be overflowing with wetness. She placed kisses on her victim's neck, biting along the way, placing love marks before her hands firmly gripped her bust. She was so soft, it was amazing. She pinched her nipples gently, resulting in her rolling her eyes.

“Fuck.” She cursed underneath her breath, she made the right decision approaching her.

She pulled Layla's breasts out to marvel at them, then spun her, putting her chest against the wall so she could work on her from behind. She raised the dress up to her torso, gripped her fat ass before spreading her cheeks to see how beautiful she was on the inside.

“You look so edible.” It was a low growl, the masked woman delved for her asshole first, and Layla screamed in pleasure as her tongue invaded her hole. Her fingers were not idle, she slid three into her dripping pussy, thrusting them roughly, to push her to a point of no return.

“That's so…hmm…yes more.” Layla begged as both her holes were being invaded by someone she didn't even know. She was pressed against the wall and was at the mercy of this strange woman.

Her ass was being eaten, and her kitty fingered while her back was arched for her, she felt so slutty, so dirty, but she loved it. The strange woman went faster with her actions, this time making sure to hit Layla's G-spot.

“Oh! Ah!” She helped her by pulling her ass apart, so the woman had more access, her body swelled with pleasure, and she felt something climbing, “Oh yes! Fuck, I'll cum, I'm going to cum.” Her breathing ragged, breasts exposed, nipples hard, pussy and ass wet, bent at the will of her oppressor.

After a few more seconds, the pleasure had built up to her head and she orgasmed so hard her legs shook violently. The surge of pleasure was accompanied by a heavy dose of oxytocin as she tried to regulate her breathing.

The masked woman made sure to lick her fingers and Layla's thighs, she enjoyed her meal a lot. She made sure she got Layla to rest in a chair before she left, but she made sure to take her underwear with her.

Who was this woman?