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"Come on up to the house." The intercom system didn't do her justice but hearing Hailey Buchanan's smooth tones was reassuring: I was at the correct address, a stone?s throw from the famous French Riviera. I took a deep breath as the massive wrought iron gates opened automatically and then I slipped the hired car into gear.Late on a Friday evening, my editor informed me that he had rearranged Mrs Hailey Buchanan's interview ? and swiftly added that my flight was the following day. Annoyed at this sudden change of plans, I packed my bags and checked my notes on Hailey Buchanan before going to bed.Perched on top of Hollywood's A list, Hailey was the first Latin American actress to win an Oscar, and the first leading lady to be paid more for a film than her male co-star. She had many critically-acclaimed films on her résumé before taking on the role of a superhero in one of the most popular and lucrative movie series this century.Forty years old, stunningly beautiful with a figure to die for, Hailey was renowned for her strong personality. Fiercely independent, she did what she wanted, when she wanted, and didn?t give a rat's ass what anybody thought of her. She had also dated some of the sexiest hunks in Hollywood. Although I'm not usually jealous of the people I interview, I could make an exception for Hailey Buchanan.*Before I continue, maybe I should introduce myself. I?m Andrea Detroit, a tall, sinewy, blue-eyed, blonde-haired career professional. I have a non-existent love life ? a result of trying to prove my dedication to my employer ? and I smoke too much. I don?t drink enough, except for coffee, and I spent my fortieth birthday staring at a computer screen, trying to beat an approaching deadline. To make matters worse, while I was banging away at my keyboard, my in middles ex-husband was busy pounding the brains out of my ex-best friend.I write for a leading fashion magazine, not the one Madonna sang about, but another just like it. Distribution is worldwide, well almost; to be fair, transport in Outer Mongolia is very unpredictable. I get a kick knowing that people all around the world read my articles and that I?m one of the best in my field. This summer, we've published a series about rich, successful and influential women, and my interview with Hailey Buchanan was to be part of the series.However, gaining access to Hollywood's greats isn't as easy as it sounds. There are weeks, sometimes months of negotiations and my editor handed me a list of subjects I was and wasn't allowed to discuss. All the questions had been screened, deemed appropriate by Mrs Buchanan's lawyers, and I wasn't to deviate. Although this is common practice, it?s still a bore, and as I boarded the plane at Heathrow, I resigned myself to another sterile, controlled, and impersonal interview.o0oI stepped out of the air-conditioned vehicle, and the midday Mediterranean heat hit me like a sledgehammer. My skirt and blouse were suitable for an English summer ? that?s when umbrellas are often more useful than bikinis ? and were definitely too heavy for the blazing sunshine. I cursed my choice of outfit, my editor and Hailey Buchanan in particular for this sudden change in plans, but with sweat trickling down my neck, there was nothing I could do to change the situation, and with leaden shoes, I moved toward the front entrance.Before I'd reached the steps, the door was flung open and my first surprise of the day was to see Hailey standing there in an unbuttoned worn cheesecloth blouse and black bikini. Apparently, formality had been dispensed with because the only visible status symbol was her expensive pair of Balenciaga round sandals. Had I known this was to be a casual meeting, I would have worn similar attire, but that little detail had escaped everyone's attention, including mine.As Hailey descended the steps to greet me, her full breasts wobbled delightfully with each step, and again when we shook hands. A pang of unreasonable jealousy crashed into my brain."How are you, Andrea?" she asked in something approaching real empathy.Throwing caution to the wind, I told her the truth. "Hot, tired, and desperately in need of a pee.? I was surprised to hear a disgustingly genuine snigger."At least you don't beat around the bush, come on inside.? She smiled. ?America has become so toxic lately; I had to get out. Everything that normal, decent people have worked tears for, has been undermined, and the country is tearing itself apart. That's why I?ve moved to the French Riviera; much more civilized."Then linking an arm into mine, she said, "Come on, let's get you into something a lot more comfortable, and then we'll have something to eat and drink. Do like wine? I think it's about that time of day."Although it was approaching one o'clock, I'd been on the go since five and hadn't eaten all morning. Hailey's suggestion was music in my ears.Thirty minutes later, after a refreshing shower and wearing a borrowed bikini and blouse similar to the one she was wearing, Hailey and I were getting on like a house on fire. Anyone could easily have thought we'd been friends for years. We sat at a large, wooden table, overshadowed by an ancient walnut tree. Below this picturesque patio was one of the most fantastic swimming pools I'd seen, the water crystal clear and the surface as smooth as a mirror.The steep hillside virtually guaranteed privacy, while in the distance, Nice and beyond the boulevard, the azure blue Mediterranean sea competed for attention. Experts claim money can't buy everything, and there's probably some truth in that, but it does make life a lot more convenient when you're incredibly wealthy. Admiring the view, I could easily see why Hailey had chosen to move here.We were washing down the remains of a light salad with a delightful if potent white wine when Hailey asked if I wanted to start the interview or maybe kick back and relax. It was, after all, Saturday afternoon. When I admitted I didn't mind, she said she felt like sunbathing. And that was that.o0oDeciding to combine business with pleasure, we lay in the scorching heat, my host topless, and talked. I didn't take notes but used a digital recorder. We touched a lot of subjects: Hailey's career, the tremendous amount of charity work she does, and her stranded marriages. We also discussed her punishing keep fit regime, one she adheres to every day, including holidays, and listening to her,*I wondered if I could have been that dedicated."Doesn't all that strenuous exercise Anadolu Yakası Escort become tedious, especially if you're having ?me time? and are supposed to be relaxing?"She looked out to sea.?Yes, it does, Andrea, but it's the price I pay to live the life I lead. Let's be honest; I have an easy life. I get paid very well, for doing something I love, I've been to some of the most beautiful places in the world, and have met some incredible people. But, it's not a one-way street. The public wants to see this," she said, indicating her gorgeous body, "and I accept that. Not everybody can and would, but I'm vain enough to try.""And succeed," I said, meaning every word.A gracious smile rewarded my comment, but in truth, Hailey's figure was something I not only admired but was quite jealous of, despite not being a slouch myself. There was no hint of sag to her boobs, and with no visible tan lines, I wondered if Hailey actually wore anything when she was alone here. It amused me immensely knowing the paparazzi would sell their back teeth to get a photo of Hailey sunbathing ?au natural.?"Don't you worry about teenage girls abusing their bodies to emulate you?"Hailey nodded. "Of course I do, but me being fat and ugly wouldn't change that. At least my way of life is a healthy one. I eat a balanced diet, exercise regularly, drink in moderation ? and don't do drugs. Only the mentally unstable think this a reflection of real life. They see the fame and fortune and are blinded by it. What they don't see is the Hailey Buchanan who farts like construction worker if she's had too much champagne, and whose shit definitely does stink after curry night.?She paused for a moment as I laughed at her self-deprecating humour. Then she stood and strolled toward the pool. Seconds later, after a perfect dive, Hailey's head broke through the shiny surface, and she urged me to join her. I jumped into the cold refreshing water, swam a few strokes then went to one side of the pool. I watched Hailey swim a few lengths before she joined me."Is there anything you wish you'd done differently?"She threw her head back and emitted an explosive laugh. "I should say. I regret the fact that my marriages broke down; I regret the fact that some of the men I've dated turned out to be real assholes. And here's something I don't admit too often: I once received the script for 'Friends' but never read it." Grinning, Hailey stared over the bay. "Seriously, my biggest regret was not speaking out against all the scumbags that work in this industry. I wish I had the moral courage Alyssa Milano had. She took a brave stand with her Twitter appeal. Luckily, it paid off, but it could have gone disastrously wrong.""So you've suffered sexual intimidation?""Andrea, I've been propositioned by the best and worst of them. Remember, when you're on the bottom rung of the ladder, and prepared to spread your legs, there's always some douchebag ready to give you a helping hand."She threw me a sideways glance."This 'me too' movement? we both know nothing much will change. The scumbags out there have taken cover for a while. However, when the dust settles, young women, particularly those from the ethnic minorities, will still do things they're not comfortable with because they want ?? and she made a sweeping gesture around the house, garden and swimming pool, "all this.""Have you ever..."?Sure,? Hailey cut in, ?a few times. It?s only sex, no big deal. But I wouldn't want any daughter of mine getting involved in the acting business, that's for sure."Her venom surprised me. Was showbiz that bad?"No, of course not, I've had some of the happiest moments of my life, making movies.""Really? Such as?"?Well, making the film that won me my Oscar, that was pretty special. You've seen the film?"I nodded. "Several times.""What did you think?""A powerful film. Suspense, intrigue, a nice twist in the tale, and some gritty sex scenes. All in all, a film one can be proud of; and your performance was tremendous. Jesus, it's the reason you won the best leading lady."Hailey nodded then smirked. "I wasn?t acting all the time, Andrea.""Oh, are you trying to tell me those stories the studios drummed up for publicity were true?" I couldn't contain the disdain I felt. "Come on, Hailey, those sort of rumours are practically mandatory nowadays. Anything to increase the hype around a new film. The trouble is, nobody ever believes them, especially not now, what with the internet. Fake news is what it's called, whether one likes it or not, it's here to stay."Hailey's smile was imperious. "Those so-called rumours were true," she replied, her voice calm. Being suspicious by nature, I still had my doubts. We stared at each other; me inquisitive, her amused."Besides, you've always denied any impropriety," I countered and saw my host nod."And I will continue to do so," she replied, "in public... but, between you and me, the studios weren't wrong, although they didn't know it either.""Now you're talking in riddles." Hailey treated me to an enigmatic smile and raised her eyebrows. "You're joking,? I said, but her attitude was creating cracks in my confidence. "If this ever became public knowledge??"No one would give a damn,? she interrupted. "It all happened so long ago; nobody would care; like you said, fake news."The wry smile brought the truth, crashing home. Whatever had happened, it was almost twenty years ago. Since then, everybody involved had moved on, and by today's standards, with celebrities 'accidentally' releasing sex tapes to boost their popularity, Hailey's confession wouldn't even cause a blip on the Richter scale of scandals.Realising she'd outmanoeuvred me, was one thing; graciously accepting my defeat was another. Then Hailey smiled. "Don't worry, Andrea. There'll be other scoops, but not today. If you?re interested, though, I'll tell you about it. If not, we'll talk about something else.?Her million-dollar smile was the last straw. "Hailey Buchanan, you're a first-class shit. You can?t reveal something like that and not expect me to respond. I'm a woman and a journalist, for fuck's sake. Being nosy isn't just a pastime; it's my profession. Now tell."o0o"You know the scene toward the end of the film, the one where Joe Thornton goes down on me?? I nodded. "My orgasm wasn't faked." She paused, and I saw a wispy smile.*Having accepted an invitation to stay, I?d enjoyed a delicious dinner, and we were on our fourth bottle of wine when Hailey Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan threw in the bombshell. Now she walked a little unsteadily from the dining room to the lounge, picked up the television remote control, pressed a few buttons and slumped onto the couch. Sitting next to her, I saw the film title appear on the enormous screen. Impatient to show me what she was talking about, Hailey fast-forwarded the movie."We were filming in southern Texas. Dan Matthews, the director, filmed the movie backwards and this was one of the first scenes Joe and I filmed together. I?d never worked with him before, and I was unprepared for his antics. Had I known, I might have refused to work with him. However, I didn't, and Joe did his thing. The rest, as they say, is history.?"But wasn't he married to ???Yep." Hailey nodded, grinning wickedly. ?Hollywood royalty. She still hates me, even now, some twenty years later. She'd kill me if she could get away with it, which is a bit rich when you consider her past."o0oJanice Hunter, daughter of Hollywood legend Jack Hunter, made her first film at the tender age of four. She was one the original ?Les Enfant Terribles? and, having grown up in the limelight, became accustomed to being a Hollywood princess. Her sixteenth birthday party was a real happening, and anybody and everybody important in Tinsel-Town was present.Although she was notoriously fickle and difficult to work with, she was an award-winning actress, and her films broke box-office records. Her willingness to get naked on screen probably helped, but there was no denying she had the X-factor. Her stormy love life created joyful reading for millions, and her many affairs had ruined a few marriages, including a couple of her own. But, as the saying goes, there's no business like show business, and that was doubly true of Janice Hunter.o0o"So, what happened?" I demanded, my curiosity thoroughly aroused."It started while we were rehearsing the scene. Although there's a lot of preparation done beforehand, there are still things that need to checking. Ambient lighting levels, camera angles, you name it, nothing is left to chance. Anyway, we were on the bed in our bathrobes, waiting for Dan Matthews to finish his preparations. However, because Joe was bored, he was messing around, trying to get a rise out of me."Hailey stopped to refill our glasses, and I sat there thinking about Dan Matthews. He is one of those directors with the golden touch. He'd started as an alternative filmmaker before moving to mainstream movies. His attention to detail is both legendary and infuriating. However, his films won Oscars."What do you mean when you say Joe was messing around?" I asked as she poured the wine."Little things. Joe kept slipping his hands beneath my bathrobe, stroking my thighs, innocent-like, but each time edging closer to my panties. Then he pulled my robe partially open and began blowing warm air over my pussy. I know I should have stopped him, but to be honest, I liked what he was doing."I nodded."Anyway, he kept saying things like how gorgeous my legs were and how he could see my bush through my knickers. I told him to stop mucking around because if Dan heard us, I didn't want him getting the wrong impression."My inquisitive expression caused her to pause."Don't forget, Andrea; I wasn't the household name I am now. This film was important for me, possibly my big breakthrough, and I didn't want Dan to fire me because I wasn't taking things seriously.""Did Joe stop?"She shook her head. ?No, the bastard went even further. Like I've said, I was getting a little steamed up. I liked what he was doing, even if he shouldn't have been doing it, and I almost lost it."Hailey sipped her drink, and I smiled patiently while silently screaming at her for keeping me in suspense."His tongue licked the top of my thigh, right here ?? she pointed to the offending area, "against the edge of my panties. Completely unprofessional, but absolutely divine. I remember gasping and looking around to see if anyone had noticed what was happening. However, due to everyone being too preoccupied with their tasks, no one had seen a thing. So, instead of protesting as maybe I should have, I may have giggled ? and wiggled my ass in encouragement.? She winked. "Oh, and I remember creaming my knickers.""Did he stop then?""Oh no, not Joe, the bastard began licking my pussy through my knickers. Not only that, but he put a hand on my mound and began caressing my clit.""And you didn't say a thing?" My excitement was rising, while Hailey shook her head."Didn't get a chance. It only lasted a few seconds because Dan called everyone to attention. Mind you; I was so horny and frustrated, I would have let Joe carry on regardless, and bugger the consequences.""He'd got you that turned on?""Yep, but there wasn?t time to gather my wits because Dan ordered us to take our positions. But seconds after the cameras started rolling, he called a halt and asked me to approach him. That's when 'The Great Dan Mathews' asked me to lose my knickers, explaining very apologetically*that they were ruining the shot. And because Dan is such a nice guy, and the director, I did as he wanted. You should have seen Joe's face when he saw me climb onto the bed, ?sans panties?. His gaze never left my bush, and it was probably the only time I ever saw him speechless.""I bet it was? but why did you have to remove your panties at all?? I pointed at the screen. "Look, the camera is above you, looking down from the ceiling. We can only see your top half, and*you're wearing a bra.""Ha, you forget the beginning of the scene," Hailey exclaimed, grinning triumphantly. She rewound the movie and pressed play. "See, right there, before it switches to the main shot, the camera approaches us from the bedroom doorway."She was right."See, Joe's head is between my legs, and his hands are gripping my butt. Dan didn't want any underwear in the shot, so off they had to come.??So, when the audience is watching your orgasm...""They are unwittingly watching me cream all over Joe's face because that shit was giving me some of the best head I've ever had. Maybe I should have expected it, but mucking about during rehearsals is one thing, going down on me for real during the take is another. And I'm not exaggerating it. His tongue was everywhere: between my pussy lips, over my clit, and he even managed to lick my asshole. What you see is a young Hailey Buchanan Escort Anadolu Yakası having her pussy eaten out by an expert, and there was nothing she could do to stop him ? not that I wanted to.""But didn't you feel violated afterwards?*I mean, what Joe did was out of order. It wasn't harmless fun.? I was indignant. ?At the very least, it was sexual misconduct.?"I suppose," Hailey conceded after some thought. ?But, being honest, whenever we do scenes like this, it's... well, 'violation' might not be the right word, but it's undoubtedly exploitation. The public wants to see sex, and they're prepared to pay for the privilege. The sad fact is, the bigger the name, the bigger the gain. Nowadays, I could command an extra twenty million for doing that scene.?I knew that was true."Dan warned me the sex scenes would be on the limit. Not blatant or hardcore, but the film would have an R-rating. So, was I violated? No. Was I being exploited?" She pursed her full lips and tilted her head to one side. "I suppose so, but I wasn't some starry-eyed dimwit. Okay, I never figured my first on-screen orgasm would be a real one, but then I hadn't counted on Joe going down on me.? Then Hailey winked. ?But let's be honest, Andrea, there are worse ways to earn a living,? she said, giggling raucously.Not waiting for my response, my host again fast-forwarded the movie towards the end of the scene, saying, ?Mind you, he didn't just use his mouth."*Puzzled by this enigmatic statement, I waited impatiently. The film restarted and was then instantly paused again, with Hailey, staring at the camera, her eyes wide open in surprise and her sensual mouth forming a perfect 'O,' like some sex doll."Everyone thinks I was acting, but I wasn't. And, before you think I was worried about my nipple appearing, let me just say that was the least of my problems. At precisely that moment, Joe started fingering my ass, hence the 'grateful Judy' expression.""You mean??I saw Hailey nod slowly."I kid you not, Andrea. I'm probably the only actress in cinematic history who won an Oscar for having her asshole fingered."?And without lubrication?" I was aghast."Oh, there was enough lubrication.? Hailey sniggered huskily. "As I've already said, I was hot to trot before we started, so as soon as Joe's tongue slipped between my pussy lips, my juices flowed freely. I couldn't hold it back if I'd wanted to, and I remember feeling them trickling towards my ass. I hoped Joe wouldn't notice, but he was too much of a ladies' man not to know what was happening, and he took advantage of the situation. I'm sure most of the crew saw what was going on despite the whole point of the scene being my face, but nobody was going to make a fuss."*"But wasn't it a closed set?""No, this scene wasn't supposed to have any real sex, and if Dan hadn't changed things at the last moment, then none of this would have happened ? probably." Another giggle.*"Okay, I'm not saying Joe would have stopped mucking around, but without me being naked from the waist down, the effect wouldn't have been quite so spectacular."*"I bet there were a few stiffies on the set," I said, "especially when you removed your knickers.?"Might have been.? Hailey chuckled. "I didn't notice. To be honest, it all happened so fast; I could hardly believe it myself. The whole shoot, including rehearsals, took just a couple of hours and for most of the time, I had clothes on. Filming only took a few minutes, not much more than what you see in the final version, and when Dan yelled cut, that was it. There was the usual hive of activity, which happens when the take is a wrap, and nobody, at least nobody I saw, noticed a thing. Mind you; I wasn't going to let Joe get off scot-free.""What do you mean?""After filming stopped, Joe climbed off the bed and stood there waiting for our robes. He was so cocksure no-one had seen what he'd done, he stood there smiling like the Cheshire cat. Then, as if nothing had happened between us, Joe began flirting with the wardrobe girls. For some reason, that irritated me immensely. So, after putting on my bathrobe, I walked past him, and without stopping, I simply said, ?You?ve missed a bit?. You should have seen the look of horror on the wardrobe girls? faces as Joe's hand shot up to wipe his chin. While they stared at him in disgust, I heard him start to mumble, but I just turned away."I couldn't help sniggering at this unexpected turn of events."Although it would have been nice to hear him try to weasel his way out of this, I decided I wasn't hanging around either. Someone handed me my knickers, but I wasn't going to put them back on, not with the tops of my thighs all wet and sticky. With all the bright lights, my physical state would have been obvious to anyone who saw me. So I just stuffed them into my bathrobe pocket and politely excused myself." Hailey giggled again. "I'll tell you this, though;*Joe made me cum so bad,*I don't know how I managed to make it off the set without my legs giving way.?"And you have no regrets?" I asked, wondering if I was utterly mistaken in my judgement of Hailey Buchanan."No, why should I? Nobody else knows what happened, and I'm not going to tell anybody. Sure, things didn't go as planned, but who cares? He helped me give an Oscar-winning performance, albeit in an unorthodox manner, and I experienced some wonderful orgasms."I sat up. ?Whoa, what do you mean by orgasms? Did you two fuck around off the set?""No. But there was the other scene which involved us getting it on. Now that was a closed set."Listening to Hailey's raunchy confession was both exciting and uncomfortable. I'm certainly not opposed to sex; I like participating and if that?s not an option, then watching or reading about it can be a good substitute. It almost always gets me turned on. This situation fell into that category. My nipples were prominent within the thin cheesecloth, and I would have to arrange to get the borrowed bikini bottoms washed before I returned them. I looked into Hailey?s gorgeous brown eyes; they were sparkling with amusement."Don't worry, Andrea," she said, licking her lips. "If it makes you feel any better, my bikini isn't entirely dry either."It didn?t make me feel better at all.?But you're safe for the moment," she continued. "A juicy pussy isn't bad but, given a choice, I prefer a good hard cock."I was catching flies with my mouth as Hailey Buchanan?s outrageous statement took my breath away.?No, I'm not gay, Andrea, but I have been to bed with other women. I'm not ashamed, but I don't advertise it because the experience wasn't always as enjoyable as it could have been." I raised my eyebrows. "Let's just say not all the scumbags in Hollywood have a penis and leave it at that."Then Hailey calmly asked if I wanted more wine. Nodding, I held out my empty glass as if on automatic pilot.