Cheeky Meets Her Match (A More Perfect Union 2)

Hollywood One

Hollywood One

Z nailed it again. It’s not that heremembered and recited his words verbatim. He didn’t, oftenimprovising as he performed. But the authenticity! The pain in hisaspect as he brought to life a character who had done wrong, andnow strove to do right against the backdrop of a city in whichwrong was winning. Cast and crew stopped to watch an artist at peakperformance.

Cindy watched too. She knew from gossip theywere thinking of replacing her in the role of street prostitute.She was pretty enough, young and curvy, and she never forgot a wordof her lines. But that was all. Compared to Z, she was just readingscript.

People crowded about Z after production. Hewasn’t the star of the show, but from the behavior of the crowd youwouldn’t know it.

“Thank you. I try toexpress the pain and striving we all experience,” hesaid.

“Yes,” a well-wisherconcurred, “but you do it with authenticity.”

Indeed he did. Modest as Z naturally was, heknew it. Since the incomparable domme Melissa took him over herpowerful knee in a Doc decreed spanking at Center, he understoodand grew from his pain. Spankings at Center had made all thedifference for him.

Cindy waited until the crowd was donecongratulating the almost star and approached. “Mr. Z sir, please,what am I doing wrong?”

Mr. Z Sir? It made Z laugh. If shehad seen him blubbering over his scarlet bottom like a little boy,what might she call him?

“Acting school?” he asked,noticing her perhaps for his first time.

“Oh yes,” Cindy brightened.BA from NYU.

“High School plays andmodeling?”

“Sure,” she agreed. “I’vetried so hard to do this right, but I know it’s goingwrong.”

“All that stuff isuseless.” Z was a fine actor but terrible liar.

She broke down weeping. Z hadn’t said it tobe cruel. There was not a mean bone in him. His acting came fromlife experience, as a junky but even more so as a seeker at Center.He didn’t see how all that false stuff achieved realperformance.

Kindness came naturally to him. Z put afinger to Cindy’s chin and lifted her face to see her tearing eyes.“You truly want this?” he asked.

“Need this,” shewailed.

“It takes pain.”

He looked at her, judging her. “Please,” isall she said.

It was the right thing to say.

“Come over after dinner,”he wrote her the address. As he wrote in Hollywood Hills, it gavehim a moment to contemplate the wonder of his new life.

“Oh my god, how can thisbe,” Grace exclaimed as she walked about the new house. Cheeky hadsaid to leave the accommodations to her. Grace was only too happyto comply, as now she was painstakingly reading introductorypsychology books, to build her vocabulary for the treatments ahead.As designated Director in Residence, surely she must be versed insuch things.

“Surely not,” Cheeky hadtold her. “You already know what’s most important. It’s partinstinctive and part developed by your own time atCenter.”

Grace was not convinced, “Doc knows all thisstuff, like ‘what’s an oral compulsive?’”

“You,” Cheeky chided. “Butdon't wear it like a label. It means you like to express yourself.You are here because you have that gift.”

“I’m right here because yougot this place.” Grace looked about.

High in the Hollywood Hills, she now had afine show house, built on a platform carved into the existing rock.The grand living room was a presentation of aesthetically pleasingnatural rock creatively formed into rooms with poured concrete.

Grace first expected a studio arranged byZ’s employer then as it became clear they needed a base she thoughtperhaps a two bedroom apartment. Instead she got a modern mansion,technologically complete for operations as the new satelliteCenter.

She had spent today setting up. Tomorrow shewould meet the staff. Exhausted she collapsed on one of the fivesofas in the living room.

Z walked in carrying a box. “Pizza,” theyboth sang out together.

“Pizza?” another voiceexclaimed. Dwayne came running down the stairs, “I’m starving.”Dwayne was one of the bad boys sent to Center for help. He had beentransformed by the experience.

“You’re a dear, Z. thanks.How was work?”

“Good, I invited home acolleague. She’ll be here in half an hour.”

Grace’s mood turned on a dime. “Z, no, we’rejust moving in. we’re not ready.”

Z gave her the puppy look. “She needs helpGrace. We can help her.”

“What kind of help?” Graceinquired. Helping was what the Center clones were all about. Takethe magic to the people.

Z embraced her in a cuddle, “The kind ofhelp that changes lives.”

Grace was won over. “You receive her, I needsome moments to compose, our very first case!”

Grace went up to her and Z’s room and shutthe door. She stared at herself in the mirror, seeing her midlength brunette hair and round face.

“Fraud,” she calledherself.

“Not true,” Cheekyresponded.

“I’m not Doc!”

“You never said you were,so not fraud.” Cheeky instructed.

“I barely know how to helpZ and me.”

“Yet you two are doinggreat.”

Grace looked at herself more. Yes,actually kind of amazing.

“You can help her,” Cheekysaid.

Now Grace had heard too much. “How can youknow that? We haven't even met her.”

“Do you know you have somekind of ability?”

Grace thought about it. Yes.

“Well, me too.”

Grace thought about that. How can anyoneseriously know what Cheeky might be aware of? “Can you tell meabout her?”

“She needs what you cangive, use this as your first case. Use Dwayne and Z. Use yourintuition and your voice. Know that I am with you: how can youfail? Now change into something flowy and mystic, I have done alittle shopping for you. Open the package in the rear of the closetwith your name on it from ModCloth.”

Cindy paid the Uber driver with money herfolks had given her to start her acting dream. She stared up at theHollywood mansion. She had never been this high above the sprawl ofLA. She had taken time to dash home to her shared room inside thatsprawl to change into the purple dress outfit she liked to wear forauditions. It showed her breasts and butt well; a girl never knewwhen that might be some advantage.

Dwayne opened the door. Cindy looked at thetall strong dark elegance of him and wondered what she had steppedinto.

“Welcome,” he said, usinghis now polished manners. The gang thug of him was not completelygone, just smoothed by months of training at Center, like a jaguarthat had learned to wear a tuxedo. “You must be Z’sfriend.”

She smiled back, struck by his graceful,powerful physique. “Yes, I hope that I am.”

“She is,” Z sang, alwayshappy for more friends. Life to Z was a natural party.

“You have an amazingplace,” she said, not intending it as flattery, the naturalreaction of a Pennsylvania girl encountering her first Hollywoodmansion.

“Thanks, Cheeky got it forus. It’s part of this institution we all work with called Center.They teach how to live, love and act.”

“I could sure use some helpwith the acting part, maybe even all three,” she admitted,adorably.

“You shall have it if youwish it,” Grace’s steamy voice washed over them all. That voice washer power. They looked up to see her making an entrance down thecurved metal stairs into the rock edged living room.

“How can we help?” Grace’svoice called out, penetrating the actress.

Z crossed to her. “Cindy, meet Grace, mywife and senior representative of the Center here in LA.”

Cindy curtsied; something about Grace in theflowing off white gown coupled with her whispery voice drew respectfrom her.

“What is your wish, friendof Z?” Grace’s voice penetrated Cindy, she responded withouthesitation.

“I want to be a betteractress, Ma'am.” Simple, direct and honest.

“How?”

“By hard work andpractice?”

Grace crossed and touched her. “Do youbelieve you are getting there that way?”

Something in Grace made lying impossible.“No, I’m cute, it got me here, actually the job might have beenjust a computer mix up; the contract was made out to me, but hadsomeone else’s credits. But cute won’t keep the job for me.”

Grace considered her. “Honesty is a goodstart, what is next?”

Somehow, the right word just popped fromher, “Submission.”

“Very good,” Grace admired.“Now naked.”

Cindy froze.

“It’s all a choice, butthere is a best choice,” Grace counseled.

Cindy sucked in her lip.

“Only feeling deeply canhelp,” Z said to her, “that’s my secret, but we are willing toshare.”

“Let your body lead yourheart, then your actions will follow your enhanced spirit,” Gracecounseled.

Cindy made her choice as she reached for herrear zipper. At that moment, Cheeky ignited the grand gasfireplace, adding warmth to the living room. Dwayne placed a highback chair in the center of the room and sat, as he had beentrained to do coming into session. He was to be the strong armputting emphatic spank into Grace’s words.

Cindy was down to her panties and bra. Inall the overwhelming weirdness of the situation, she was not beyondfeeling glad that she had the intuition to match both withcare.

Dwayne sat, elegant and composed. Cheeky hadhim spend time practicing by showing video clips of spankexcellence. After years of gang banging, he felt confident of hisability.

She reached for her bra, presenting lovelymilky breasts, each adorned with a cherry n****e.

She tucked a thumb into the frilly rim ofher panties.

“That will do,” Dwaynespoke. He had seen and felt enough of spank phenomena to know thatestablishing obedience and command are essential. He also liked thepastel pattern cupping her cheeks.

Cindy swallowed. It was time. She sucked inbreath and looked natural in the submissive role, better actingthan she had yet achieved, because it wasn't.

Without further word, Dwayne held himselfpowerfully erect in the seated position.

Cindy froze, thumbs still inside the rim ofher panties.

All waited.

“If you can do this, a doorin your soul will open,” Grace said.

Cindy looked once at Z.

“It worked for me,” hecoached. “You have to open your heart and believe that such magicis possible, I know that it is.”

She found her resolve, marching slowly overto her awaiting spanker, feet dragging and toes pointing as ifunsure they would obey her. Dwayne reached for her manfullyand guided her still pantied bottom across his lap.

All waited, Cindy in prime proneposition.

“What is lacking in yourperformance?” Grace inquired, her voiced pitched to cause Cindy tosearch herself.

“I don’t know,” Cindysobbed softly.

Dwayne began, hand strokes moderately hardto each cheek, slowly.

“I try so hard,” shepleaded, beginning to scissor kick in response to thespanking.

He began pulling up one cheek at a time onher panties to reveal her creamy flesh. A strong black spank handcame down on the mound, four strokes until he was rewarded with anearnest wiggle. Then he re-covered and moved to the lovely othercheek. A low wail began in her.

“What is the differencebetween trying and succeeding?”

Cindy was silent, a painful over the kneechoice. Dwayne weighed in, yanking her panties to thigh positionand setting in twenty hard strokes.

“I don’t feel it,” Cindywailed.

No one was fooled into thinking she wasreferring to the spanking. Her passionate over the knee dance andsong gave testimony that Dwayne indeed had the makings of a giftedspanker.

“Who is your character,Cindy,” Grace coaxed.

“Prostitute, sir, ma'am”Cindy was unsure whether to address the words, which penetratedher, or the spanks, which also did.

“That was not a very deepanswer Cindy,” Grace said, which Dwayne correctly interpreted as asign to go deeper. He responded now with rich full hand strokes,her reaction was emphatic as her bottom reached for red.

“She’s pathetic,” Cindywailed. “Always losing, and getting stomped on.”

“No!” Z objected, finallyknowing what he must contribute. “You need to love yourself, andyour character, seeing life as precious, no matterwhat.”

Dwayne slowed his pace, so Cindy mightabsorb her emerging insight.

“I don’t love her,” Cindyconfessed. “I exploit her to show I’m sexy.

Dwayne took his spank hand and began tocaress her tender flesh.

“I’m not kind to her,” thewould-be actress sobbed.

“I can help you to be,” Zoffered. “It’s where to begin.”

“Stay the night,” Gracesuggested. “Z and I practice every morning. We begin at 6:00 amsharp.”

“I’m exhausted,” thewell-spanked and emotionally overwhelmed girl sobbed.

“We have guest rooms,” Zsaid.

Cindy paused. “Can I stay with him?”

Everyone understood she meant Dwayne. Lovebetween spanker and bottom is so natural, a gift of submission.

“Indeed you can.” Dwaynepronounced, helping her to stand.

Z and Grace were deep in love, both theemotion and the act. Grace was beside herself.

“We were great,” she said,as he mounted her lovingly from behind, their favorite position.Usually he enjoyed the feel of her well-roasted bottom, but todaythey were both too pumped to need that.

“Yes,” he agreed, working ahand to caress her middle. “We are the Center ofHollywood.”

Cheeky enjoyed their celebration, aware thatthey could not know how true their words were.

Dwayne could scarcely believe the turn hislife had taken. Four months ago, a fine lady like this would run ifshe saw him and his nasty homies approaching. Not for the firsttime he gave thanks to domme Melissa and the Center for his ongoingtransformation. Bars would have made him bitter. It took a wisebelt to effect this turn to the good.

He was holding hands with a naked starlet,with a gorgeous red curved bottom with his stamp on her.

She melted in his arms the moment the roomdoor closed. The passion of her kiss was enthusiasticallyreciprocated. He lifted her slight frame and laid her on the bed,stretching his tall, sturdy torso out beside her. His handencircled her full breast and squeezed it sensuously.

“n*****s are delicious, youknow.” she purred.

He responded by using his tongue to drawcircles around her n*****s. She moaned. He traced his way down toher fair-haired p***y, deliciously scented with her arousal.

“You are scrumptious,pretty little one.” he declared, and he proved to her he had skillsbeyond spanking.

Z gave his usual stellar performance. He,Grace and Cindy had worked the lines all morning, Cindy preferringto stand for the breakfast rehearsal, which everyone understood,having been there themselves. Dwayne had made the coffee andshowed her his love with a kind pat to the rear.

A journalist came up to interview Z afterthe show. She wanted to know how he brought so much genuine emotionand pain to his role. Somehow, she had a press pass, rarely given.The journalist seemed to think Z had arranged it, as a celebrationof his meteoric rise in Hollywood chatter. The pass just showed upon her computer yesterday.

Z gallantly encouraged her to watch Cindy’sscene before they talked.

She nailed it. Everyone watched. Thedirector put down his phone, transfixed. Wow, what a difference aday made. She extemporized some of her lines. The Director made itclear her new script was for the show. Everyone could feel that theactor brought to life the character’s brave suffering.

Cindy came over to thank Z.

“So has he been coachingyou?” the journalist asked.

“Yes,” she said. “He’s adear, but…” She hesitated, not sure what to say.

“Go on,” Z encouraged,wanting her to speak her truth.

“Z is a real part of it,”she began. “I owe him so much.” Another journalist came over tohear this. Strange, journalists were never invited to the set butthey had valid computer passes.

“There’s this Center…” shehesitatingly began.

The second journalist interrupted, “You meanthe True Love Center for Human Growth? With the hotspring?”

“Yes, they make a persontruly feel, they touched and opened me, and I’m a whole newactress. I owe it to them.”

“Me too,” Z agreed, andheld her hand. “My stay at the original Center was life and careerchanging; we are trying here, in Hollywood to spread themagic.”

The journalists wrote it down, and asked formore.

Z gave Cindy a hug when they were alone.“You were great,” he told her.

She smiled from deep inside, “Yes, I can’tquite believe it, yet I do.”

“See you tomorrow? You needto be ready for the cop scene.”

She pouted slightly.

“What?” heinquired.

“Don’t I deserve acongratulatory welcome over for the night?”

“You don’t get how thingsreally are with us,” he said while giving her bottom one lovinglesson slap. “Once you are in, you are in. You don’t need aninvitation, we are your Center.” He put an arm about her andescorted her home. Her frown turned into a broad happysmile.