Star Quality
by PaganBaby
Rated VERY STRONG NC-17!! Do NOT read if you are underage. If there
were a higher rating than NC-17, this fic would get it!
Warnings for: This is an extremely hardcore, raunchy fic folks!! Tons of explicit, graphic sex, multiple partners, slash, group sex, kink, anal, sex toys and objects used, bondage, deals with the seedy porn industry, angst, drug use, just about everything but the kitchen sink in this one! Wait...I think there is a kitchen sink scene in here somewhere...
Pairings (or triplings) include: M/F, M/M/F, M/M, F/F/M, M/M/M among other
combos
A LARGE MALE GENITALIA ADVISORY is in effect for all viewing areas. *wink*
Summary: Buffy goes to Hollywood to become an actress, against her family's wishes. William is a momma's boy who goes to Hollywood to make porn films for easy money. They meet (eventually!) through a quirk of fate.
Buffy and Spike don't meet each other for many chapters. There's lots of couplings, but the story is ultimately Spuffy.
Joss and ME own everything. I own nothing.
A nod also has to go to the movie 'Boogie Nights' for the initial inspiration for this fic.
"Cheek to Cheek" lyrics by Irving Berlin.
"Black Betty" is by Ram Jam
Additional credits at the end of the story.
Chapter 1: Leaving Home
Buffy threw the last of her clothes into her beat up suitcase, wiping at
tears.
"Buffy, please, honey..." Her mother, Joyce, stood in the doorway wringing her hands. "Don't go. We can talk about this."
"No." Buffy kept right on packing. "We've already talked about it. I'm leaving."
"You just turned 18--you're still so young. Stay in Sunnydale, go to college--you'll regret not getting an education later--"
Buffy closed the suitcase and secured the latches. "Mom...I've made up my mind. I'm going to Hollywood. I'm going to be an actress. I'm going to make it--you'll see. You might not believe in me, but I know I can do it."
She picked up her luggage and walked past Joyce out of the room. Buffy paused for a second when she saw her father looking up at her from the bottom of the stairs with a disappointed frown. She strengthened her resolve and continued down the stairs to the front door.
"Don't be stupid, Buffy," Hank Summers said. "We've had this discussion a million times. You know how few aspiring actors actually work? How many actually make it? I thought you were smarter than this."
Buffy ignored him and opened the front door. "I'll call you when I get settled into a place."
"If you leave this house--don't come back," Hank said coldly. "You won't get a dime from us--don't bother begging us for money. You're throwing your future away, and I won‘t be a party to it."
Buffy held back tears and squared her shoulders. "I'll be fine. I don't need you--I don't need anyone. I'll make it on my own. And I will be an actress --I'll be rich and famous someday. You'll be sorry
then...when I'm a movie star and on the covers of magazines. And I'll call you and say 'I told you so'."
Hank laughed and dragged a hand through his thinning hair. "It's a pipe dream! Goddammit! This is reality, Buffy! All those damn reality shows make every kid think they can be a star. You're going to fall flat on your face and you'll have nothing to fall back on! No college, no money, no skills, no training."
Buffy's younger sister Dawn watched the argument from the living room. She hugged the wall as she watched her father and sister exchanging words. Tears ran down her face. This wasn't the first time she'd seen or heard Buffy and their Dad yell at each other--and this was an old fight. For the last two years, Buffy threatened/promised to go to seek her fortune in Hollywood when she turned 18. This time was different from all the other times. Now it was actually happening--her sister was leaving. The Summers clan always believed they'd be able to talk Buffy out of it, or that she'd abandon the idea before the time came.
Buffy looked at Dawn, the set of her face relaxing slightly. She hated seeing everyone so upset by her decision. Especially her 15-year-old sister. They had their differences and the usual sibling rivalries, but
deep down they really loved each other.
"Bye, Dawnie," Buffy said with a watery smile, "I'll call and say 'Hi' when I can."
"See what you're doing to your sister? And your mother?" Hank pointed to Dawn and Joyce. "Don't you care? Don't you even care? What does it take to get through that thick skull of yours? I'm very disappointed in you, Buffy Anne."
"I have to do what my heart tells me to do. I have to follow my dreams or I'll always regret it. I don't want to wake up and find myself 40-years-old with kids and a mortgage, always wondering what would have happened if I'd only tried, what if I made it...Goodbye, Daddy," Buffy said.
She turned and walked down the porch to the sidewalk; not looking back. Buffy walked swiftly to the bus stop, carrying all of her worldly possessions and $1500 that she had squirreled away over the last year.
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In another part of Sunnydale, not far away...
William kissed his mother on the cheek. He was a good-looking, but nerdy, young man of 19. His hair was dark-blonde, longish and wavy. His eyes were a sea-blue color, his face featured prominent cheekbones and full lips. He was a looker. But he didn't exactly drive the women wild with desire. It
wasn't just what you looked like, it was attitude and confidence that really attracted members of the opposite sex. And William just didn't have what it took. Too many times to count, he had cursed his painful shyness with women. It was crippling, debilitating and humiliating. When he tried talking to pretty girls that he fancied, he'd stutter, blush and basically make an utter fool of himself. He'd fled from the sounds of the girls' and their friends' laughter more often than he cared to remember.
"Oh, William...I wish you wouldn't leave." His mother hugged him tightly, not wanting to let her little boy go.
"I know, Mum. But I'll be okay. And so will you. Aunt Maggie will arrive tomorrow morning from London--you two will have a grand time living together. You can stay up and watch movies like you used to when you were little girls...eating popcorn, gossiping and giggling," William smiled.
"I'd rather have my son here with me." Anne Crane touched her son's handsome face and tucked his unruly, dirty-blonde hair behind his ear.
William took her hand and kissed it. He smiled at her. "I'll call in a few days."
"Won't you give University another chance? Going to Hollywood to be a writer...it's such a fast paced world. That's not any kind of place for you, son."
"I'll give it a try, Mum. I have to at least try...maybe I'll make it...you never know."
William hated lying to his mother. But this was necessary. His mother was ill, she had been ill for a number of years. The bills from her hospital and doctor visits were astronomical. William had to do something fast --something to help. His mother would never let him go if she knew the real
purpose of his move. He probably would have gotten a few sharp swats to the back of the head and the botty as well.
Xander honked his car horn in front of the house.
"I have to go, Mum. Don't worry so much, yeah? I'm a big boy, I'll do alright." William smiled and gave her another kiss. "And Xander's going with me--we'll look out for each other."
Anne nodded and wiped her eyes. "You boys be careful, there's so many no-good types in Hollywood. You--can always come back home if you change your mind. You always have a place here, William. I love you."
"Thanks, Mum. I love you, too. I'll call you." William backed up a few steps then turned, jogging down to Xander's car with his suitcases.
He put his stuff in the back of the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
"How'd it go?" Xander asked, waving goodbye to Mrs. Crane.
William waved at his mother one last time. "Bloody awful. She's taking me leaving pretty hard...just drive."
Xander pulled away from the curb. "Next stop, Hollywood! Man, this is going to be so cool!"
"I hope so..." William said, already feeling pangs of homesickness. He took off his wire-rimmed glasses and polished them to hide his anxiety and sadness.
He thought back to the night when he'd made this major life decision.
2 months ago...
Xander, William and some of the other guys from school were hanging out in their friend Devon's basement. They'd graduated last year but still got together to party every weekend.
William had been worried about his mother's health. Bills were pouring in from her various procedures, doctor visits and surgeries. It was good and necessary for him to get together with the guys--to just unwind and forget his troubles for a while. William didn't contribute much to the conversations, he was the quiet type, but he enjoyed hearing his friends talk about various subjects over the course of the evenings.
The 18 and 19-year-olds were partying (drinking beer and smoking a few joints) and watching a pornographic DVD that Devon had lifted from his dad's collection. It was a classic, 'Naughty Nurses 6'.
"Shit--check out the cans on that bimbo!" Devon laughed. "Damn, she's stacked!"
"I think I'm in love!" one of the others yelled.
The other guys agreed, their eyes glued to the TV screen. In the movie, two of the naughty nurses were giving a lucky patient an extra special sponge bath.
"Where do they find these guys?" Larry asked. "Look at the dick on that sonuvabitch...he must've had one of those implant things. Nobody gets that big. They just try to make us normal guys feel bad."
Xander said, "That's not true. Some guys are--"
Larry laughed. "What? You're a dick expert, Harris?"
The boys snickered.
"I've seen my share of porn--some would say much, much more than my share that would be considered healthy. But I've seen regular guys naked too--in the shower and stuff. Not that I make it a point to look..."
The others chuckled.
"How big is yours?" Larry asked.
"I don't know--I never measured it," Xander said. '6 3/4 inches,' Xander thought proudly. He knew that was bigger than average.
Larry stood up. "Let's measure our dicks. I bet I win."
"How old are you, man?" Xander asked, throwing a handful of popcorn at the ex-football player. "I just wanna see the porn--not have to look at your pathetic peckers."
William was trying to ignore his friends. He didn't want to get involved in a dick measuring contest--it would be embarrassing.
"What do you think, Will?" Larry asked him directly. "You willing to put your manhood on the line for--say...50 bucks?"
"The winner gets money?" William's interest was peaked. Money was good. He needed lots of it. 50 bucks wasn't a lot, it didn't come close to the thousands he needed--but it was a start.
"Yeah. Come on guys," Larry started unbuttoning his pants. "Someone get a tape measurer or a ruler or somethin'."
Larry wouldn't say so of course, but he was firmly tucked away in the closet. He didn't plan on trying to molest his buddies or anything--but it'd be nice to see everyone's equipment.
The other guys were drunk (and vain) enough to participate. Devon ran to get his dad's tape measurer--then the contest began.
Larry was 4 inches (why he thought he'd win, none of the other guys knew). Devon was 4 1/2. Xander got a round of applause and pats on the back with his 6 3/4. William was the last one.
"Let's go, Wee Willy," Larry jibed.
Xander stifled laughter. He and William had been friends for 5 years now. They'd slept over at each other's houses, they'd seen each other naked before. He knew William was going to win this literal 'dick measuring contest' easily. The other guys were going to have conniptions when they saw the shy, unassuming Englishman's member. Xander had been blown away--poor choice of words--when he'd first seen William's cock. It had freaked him out at first. Not just the size, but the urge he had to want to touch it--just to verify its reality...of course. Xander didn't let on about the ‘wanting to touch it’ thing. William was his best friend--asking to touch your best friend's piece was a good way to make them an ex-best friend, real fast. Xander wasn't sure why he'd wanted to touch it--he still loved girls, and sex with girls. It wasn't like he lusted after guys...he was just a little in awe of William's dick. Natural curiosity stuff--normal...
William reminded himself that this was for money as he unzipped. There were gasps of wonder and wide eyes all around when he brought his meat out of his boxers. Larry's hands shook slightly as he held the tape measurer and extended it.
"Whoa..." a few of the young men muttered.
"T-Twelve inches even," Larry said in astonishment. "Holy shit--you never said you had a cock this big..."
"Not something I go around telling everyone," William said, putting his trouser snake back in his pants.
"Shit--I would! I'd get a fucking bullhorn and ride down the street yelling it!" Devon said to the shaky, almost hysterical laughter of the others.
"I believe I'm owed 50 dollars?" William asked.
"You totally fucking deserve it." Larry dug into his pocket and produced a 50 dollar bill. He slapped it down onto William's out-stretched palm. "You could be that guy." Larry pointed to the TV screen. "You could be a porn actor, dude."
The other guys agreed excitedly.
"Yeah! Man, you'd be fucking rich!" Devon said.
"I could never do that stuff..." William said, glancing at the screen. The nurses were giving the lusty patient a blowjob.
Devon patted him on the back. "Sure you could! That guy's nothin' compared to that monster you've got between your legs. People would pay good money to see you fuck some chick."
"You should totally do it, man," Larry said. "Be a porn star. I bet you'd be a millionaire n' shit."
To William's surprise, he was actually thinking about it. Money. If he could make a lot of money...he could help his mum pay the bills. And he'd get to have sex with a lot of women--that was another good selling point. Up ‘til now, William had only had sex with one woman, his ex, Drusilla. He was just too shy around girls to make a move on them. To think that he might actually get paid to have sex with beautiful women was tempting to say the least. But if his mother ever found out...
"I--What if my family found out?"
"Your mom doesn't know about that stuff," Devon said. "She'd never find out. Do it, man! You've been blessed by the Almighty, himself! It'd be a waste not to do something with that--” Devon gestured wildly, “--gift. Go to Hollywood."
William looked at Xander, asking his opinion without saying anything.
"I've thought you should do something like that for a while now. I've--considered doing it myself." Xander grinned. "You want to give it a shot? I'll go with you..."
William mulled it over for a minute. Against his better judgment, he said, "Okay...let's...let's do it."
The lure of easy money was too great. If there was even the slimmest chance he could, pardon the pun, make it big, he had to try. He had no other way to take care of his mother. College had already been put off, both for money and time considerations.
"Here's to Will--the next King o' Porn!" Larry exclaimed.
The guys laughed and clinked their beers.
"Cool! We're going to know a real, live porno actor! You've got to introduce us to those hot porn chicks!" Devon laughed.
The present...
William watched the scenery pass by outside the moving car. Would he be able to get over his crippling shyness? Could he do this? Could he have sex with women in front of a camera for money? It was like prostitution.
Xander saw his friend looking pensive and sad. Xander couldn't be more excited about everything. There was a chance he'd get to be a porn actor (one of his longest standing dreams) and he was getting away from his parents. He was on cloud nine. Now, to cheer William up. He popped a tape of ass-kicking tunes to liven up the trip.
"Woo-hoo!" Xander exclaimed, bopping along to the song 'Black Betty' by Ram Jam. "Come on, man! We're gonna be rich--sipping champagne poolside in our fabulous Hollywood bungalows! Leggy, busty babes will be hanging all over us."
William smiled at his friend's enthusiasm. "You really think porn actors live that well?"
"Hell yeah! We're gonna be livin' the sweet life, my friend!"
William laughed, his spirits lifting a bit. He couldn't stay sad around Xander, even when his mother was deathly ill. Xander could always manage to get a grin from him at some point.
"Sing with me!" Xander said, then sang along:
"Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)!"
He nudged William with his elbow. William smiled and joined in. He and Xander shouted the lyrics, bouncing up and down in their seats.
"Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)
I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)!"
They sped their way toward the bright lights, glamour and whatever fate awaited them in Hollywood.
[A/N: This fic has caused me some big-time writer's block. It's far from complete and will most likely take a while to finish. But I want to see if you guys like the premise. Maybe your responses will help me kick into gear again. So let me know! Feedback, please : D]
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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