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That's a Wrap!

Part 4

for DuskCypher

by Draconicon

It had been a busy six months. Six months in which they had filmed at high speed, and then sent the episodes out to the broadcast studio while they were still working on the last few episodes. Everyone from the actors to the film crew to the writer worked at a break-neck pace to get it all done, with only Henry's connections in the broadcast networks and the writer's reputation getting them the guarantee that they needed to get a season aired this year rather than next. Nobody complained - at least, not where anyone could hear - and everyone threw their best effort into making sure that it all worked.

And it fucking did.

"To the best fucking first season ever!" Maurice shouted as the hamster threw his glass up, only for the entire cast of the show to bring their glasses in and drench him with incidental shots, margaritas, and other drinks. Considering that he'd stood on the table, though, he knew the risks and laughed it off.

Charlie, on the other hand, just barely had a smile on his face as he sipped at his own cocktail. It was a very mild drink, all things considered, particularly compared to the stuff that the Madame was already chugging down, and even compared to the hard shots that some of his co-stars were sipping at. He wanted to start small and build his way up as he went along, rather than just getting hammered as fast as possible.

The black cat couldn't believe just how quickly things had changed, though. The whole world seemed to feel different now. From losing his job as a bartender to being the biggest star on prime-time television? That was something that nobody else he knew could have claimed.

And all because you took a chance...

Charlie could barely believe it. Yet, the proof was right there. He had a contract for a second season, one that paid twice what this season had - and that would put his bank account into the seven-digits, up even from the six-digit figures that he'd gotten from this one - and there was every likelihood that the show would go for a third, maybe a fourth season. The writer had complained after mentions of anything past that, even going so far as to threaten to quit if Maurice and Henry forced it, but Charlie had the feeling that the dragon would be dragged along despite his wishes. This industry, even off-Hollywood and down in New Orleans as it was, still had something to it that was like a magnet. Once you were in, you weren't getting out that easily.

Stirring his drink and mixing the flavors up properly, he made his way from the table to the bar, sitting down and listening to the smooth jazz that the Madame had demanded for the party. It was nothing stand-out special, something that she had churned out for the event rather than something that she had written special, but it had that bounce to it that simultaneously made one want to move and made one want to just sit and bob their head at the same time. Relaxing and energizing, as any good drug should be.

The black cat was still in awe. Just a few years ago, he'd been an overweight loser that couldn't get anyone's attention, and now...

Well, he was sure that if the bar had been filled with fans rather than the studio cast and crew, he'd be getting all kinds of offers. He filled out his black pants in a way that nobody else could, with his package on clear display - though not wantonly, just...there - and his ass quite prominent. All muscle, all over, and he was a catch. He knew he was a catch.

He just...still didn't do much to show it. Hell, his coat was covering most of him now, and he knew it. There was little point in taking it further than that.

Even if that would be good advertising for the show, I guess, he thought, sipping at the edge of his cocktail and forcing some more of the fiery brew down his throat.

"Hey, did I ever tell you guys about that time that Charlie got on a stripper pole?"

The black cat's ears twitched, pulling back as he slowly turned his head to the lioness at the far end of the bar. She was already through her first drink and onto her third, the second being carried away by the bartender as he left her the fourth. Charlie sighed. This story again...

"This was back before the studio, you see, but we used to go out and get hammered at least once a week. The whole thing about getting seen, you know how it is. And the more you drink...god, you think that I can put them away? You should see what happens with Charlie, when he gets at it."

Here we go.

"But where was I going with that? Oh right, the stripper story. See, we were out at a club, and some of the strippers were showing off. Not that good at it, though. They were shaking stuff around all over the place, but geez, they did not have the rhythm. And me and Charlie, we were taking shot after shot, making a drinking game about how bad they were at their job. And we said something about being able to do it better - not sure who said it first, me or him - but all of a sudden, Charlie was on his feet and all but charging the stage.

"Next thing we know, there's a cat in nothing but a thong on the stage, and he's doing better than all the strippers combined. At least he had rhythm."

Charlie shook his head, draining the rest of his cocktail and passing the glass to the bartender. When asked if he wanted a refill, he declined with a shake of his head. As a matter of fact, he got up to head to the bathroom.

She's exaggerating, he thought. There wasn't a thong.

And it had been a while ago, when he still went out just to get that hammered. The whole thing had been a pain in the ass back then, and it was still a pain in the ass now thinking about it, remembering how it felt to get naked for so many different eyes, and remembering how much he hated getting seen the next day.

Getting drunk meant getting stupid.

Getting stupid meant doing stupid things.

Doing stupid things meant suffering consequences.

He needed to be better at that. Now that he had flashed his dick for this new show, the whole country had probably seen his fat dick plundering hole after hole, and he knew for a fact that there'd be offers. There had already been fan-mail coming in and most of them came with pictures. Some of them were from females that he had no interest in, wanting to be treated like the men on the show, while some of them had been men that were begging him to show them what it meant to be ruled by the devil.

And then there were those that wanted to see if they could rut him and break him when the devil couldn't.

Charlie's face turned down further as he walked into the bathroom, thinking of all the dick pics that he had seen from those assholes. They had been all insistent that he had been on top too long, that they could show him what he was missing, that he should stop teasing them with that sexy ass of his and actually put it to work properly. A lot of harassment, and he had made sure that legal was aware of that, and that Maurice had been informed to not forward him letters from those people anymore, but it had been a mood-killer from hell.

He stepped into a stall to do his business, standing with his dick in his hands, when someone else entered the bathroom. Charlie started doing the usual thing of tuning out everyone else in the bathroom, but then he realized that they were talking about him. His ears lifted despite themselves.

"Are you serious? You got a chance to see him with a cock up his ass?" someone asked.

"Yep, and it's on film, still, too."

"Whoa. You're saying that Charlie, that...that Charlie..."

"Yeah, and I got to see it up close, dude. It's all in the archives."

...You son of a bitch...

He knew exactly the scene that they were talking about. There'd been a thing in the first season, some diplomacy with demons, where he had gone down and attempted an anal scene from the bottom. They had decided to cut that in the end, both from his own not-quite-comfortable feeling of being filmed like that and the fact that it didn't work that well for the story, but Maurice had told him that the film was going to be trashed, taken out and disposed of.

Apparently, someone had lied to him, and he suspected that it was either the hamster or Henry. That lion had his own problems, and despite everything that had happened in this season to try and fix his ego, he'd still been an asshole.

He stayed still as the others kept talking.

"Man, I don't know why he doesn't at least give it a shot. I mean, nothing wrong with being vers, right?"

"Well, you know what versatile really means."

"Heh, yeah, but even a bottom that 'can' top is better than just a top, right?"

"Hey, whatever lets me get a look at that ass. You think you can show me that record?"

"If you can cough up something for Henry so we can get into the archives again, sure."

And there it was. Henry being Henry. In other words, Henry being a fucking asshole.

He gritted his teeth, gripping his cock tight enough that it actually hurt for a few seconds, then slowly let go. No point in ruining his money-maker right then, particularly when they were going to be starting season 2 readings and rough shots in a few weeks.

Eventually, the voices of the other cast and crew disappeared, leaving him alone in the restroom once more. Charlie pulled his pants back on, still taking slow, deep breaths as he considered just how quickly he could ditch the party. He knew that the Madame would be irked about being left here, and that there were those that would have wanted to celebrate with him tonight, but at the same time, he couldn't think of anything good right at that moment. All he could think about was the violation of his privacy, and the fact that an agreement had been broken.

I don't do this lightly...

He was supposed to be compensated for being naked on screen. Doing everything that he did for the show had been done under the understanding that he'd have some veto power over what was shown to people. He had allowed a lot more than he would normally be comfortable with to go out on the airwaves, but to know that the agreement had been broken, that scrapped material had been kept and sold for private viewings without his consent...

If he was able to see Henry without punching him in the face for this, he would be amazed.

He zipped up, stepping out of the stall, and walked over to the sinks. He splashed some water on his face, removing some of the last of the bits of anger-heat from his cheeks, then narrowed his eyes at himself. The black cat didn't like the upset look he was getting, and stiffened his upper lip, keeping a better expression.

"You are going to be okay," he muttered under his breath.

Then, the bathroom door opened again. He looked sideways, only moving his eyes, and wasn't too surprised to see Johnny coming in. The orc was a regular buzzer, always enjoying the mild buzz but seldom taking it further, and, more to the point, he was a flirt and a half. If he had come down here, he was probably chasing someone for action.

Maybe it's me.

He rolled his eyes, looking down at the sink as the big guy walked over. Johnny leaned over, chuckling.

"Something the matter?"

"Just a few idiots," he muttered.

"Need a friend to knock some heads?"

"Maybe later."

"Hey, you know who to call."

A small, slightly reluctant smile pulled at the edge of his mouth. Despite being one of the lustiest guys on set - and someone that was willing to do the clothes-tearing trick just for the sake of it, flashing himself at everyone - Johnny had been one of the better co-stars on set. The whole thing that they had gone through during the audition wasn't something that he had repeated in the last six months off-camera - despite being asked more than once - but they had gone for drinks, hit up a couple of tours, and spent time together when not filming. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that the orc had become one of his better friends from the studio.

Plus, it was nice when Johnny could turn his libido off for a few seconds. Even if it was just for a few seconds, like now.

"So, been looking at anyone for the night?" the orc asked.

"Not really."

"Most of them are pairing off."

"I'm sure."

"Fucking weird to see Henry giving the Madame a few looks."

"...That's almost incest."

"Right? And it's not like he's actually interested; I think he's just pissed that she's not showing so much body as everyone else is. Makes him look frivolous, or something."

"His character gets even less than she does."

"Eh, maybe..."

Charlie had a pretty good idea of where this was going, though. Despite talking about the rest of the cast more, he could see where Johnny was looking. The orc was giving his package a look in the mirror every few seconds, clearly thinking about more than just what the others were doing.

And, he had to admit, there were things to celebrate. Charlie hadn't had the chance to really let loose for a while, and Johnny seemed like the kind of guy that wouldn't actually make a fuss about things. He finished washing his hands, looking back at the orc.

"So, did you pick a partner yet?"

"Oh, I was thinking about it."

"Heh, thinking about someone in particular?"

"You could say that."

"Someone dark-furred?"

"Mmmm, getting warm..."

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head. He gave the other man a little look-over, reminding himself of how those muscles had felt when they had done their scenes together. Pretty hard, most of the time, though there were moments of lightness, softness, things that made everything feel a bit more...hell, he didn't know. Organic? Something like that. It made them feel soft and good together.

You can do one night...it's not going to hurt anything...

"Think that you might have time for me tonight?" he asked.

"Heh, I was hoping you'd ask."

Well, that was easier than he'd hoped. So much for the whole flirting game. Then again, considering that Johnny resembled his character in that he was a hornball that never entirely turned 'off', he wasn't that surprised. If it hadn't been him - and at least he was at the top of the list this time - it would have been someone else.

"Alright. So...your place or mine?" Charlie asked.

RIIIIP!

And just like that, the orc pulled his 'trick', ripping through his pants right then and there with a boner from hell. The big, fat, dark-skinned shaft jumped over the sink counter, throbbing over the edge of the sink proper, already dribbling pre-cum and twitching for attention.

"I was thinking right here," Johnny said in a voice that he undoubtedly thought was hot and sexy. "Why wait?"

Charlie's smile froze on his face as his mood flipped upside-down in the space of two seconds. The fun of being wanted, the idea of getting his rocks off with someone he trusted, and the idea of having a good, fun night with someone that knew how to handle themselves disappeared in the blink of an eye. Now, all he wanted to do was get the hell out of there, and fast.

He stepped around the suddenly bottomless orc, making his way to the door. He grabbed a paper towel as he did, his co-star following him.

"Heh, wanting to sneak out to the alley, then?" Johnny asked.

Not a chance in hell. It's filthy out there, and anyone could walk by and see.

"Come on. It'll be fun. You know you want a piece of this..."

The big orc flexed, something that he could just barely see in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. It could have been a very sexy image, something that he would have enjoyed in private, or somewhere where nobody could have walked in, or even in a hotel room.

Instead, it was happening here.

Instead, it was reminding him of how much Johnny didn't care.

It was just one more reason to stay back, and avoid some of these assholes. They all thought with their dicks. They didn't think about what the other person wanted, just what they thought they needed right then and there.

So, Charlie kept walking. Johnny followed, keeping the dirty talk coming, whispering about the things that they could do together right there. He talked about having the cat's fat cock rammed up his ass again, talked about how he could show Charlie what a pair of tusks around a cock felt like, how they could do all kinds of things.

He kept it up all the way back to the main room of the bar. Everyone else had already gotten paired off, and the Madame had gotten a miniature harem around herself. Nobody was paying any attention to him, to Johnny, to anything in the direction of the bathrooms.

Then, Charlie swept his hand along the bar. The glasses that were piled up at the end went crashing down, shattered in an instant, and the unholy racket drew the attention of literally everyone. All eyes, from those of the directors to their fellow actors to the crew and camera people turned to Charlie and the naked orc following behind him.

Of course, it wasn't anything that they hadn't seen before, but it was different to see it in public rather than on the studio grounds. They looked the orc up and down, their eyes locked on that infernally hard shaft, and for the first time that Charlie had ever seen, Johnny was speechless. The orc stared all around, his cock getting harder still, and he opened his mouth once or twice to try and come up with something to say...

And then, he came up with something.

â€SHIT!â€?

As the dark-skinned tusker ran right out of the bar and through the front door, Charlie waved the bartender down. He passed him a credit card, said that he'd be back tomorrow for it, and muttered an apology for the broken glasses. It was waved off, the pig on the other side saying that there were already payment options down for that, but Charlie insisted. He wasn't going to get in trouble with Maurice or Henry about this when he had needed to chase the orc off as fast as possible for being that kind of asshole. He was going to be as blameless as possible...

And then, he was going to find someone that would actually fix this shit.

As the pig took the card, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Madame. The lioness looked back at him and slowly shook her head.

Well, you're entitled to your opinion, he thought, unable to keep from feeling a little judged there. This was necessary. He was being an idiot...and I didn't...

Charlie sighed. It was going to be one of those nights. He flagged down the bartender and put in an order for three vodka bottles to go. He'd be better off at home, under his car, dealing with this somewhere that the public had no chance of seeing.

Johnny could hardly believe what had just happened, but good fuck it was hot. Maybe it was the fact that he was that much more buzzed than usual - hell, he had almost stumbled on the way to the limo outside the bar - and that was doing something to him, or maybe all that time in front of the camera had turned him into an exhibitionist. Either way, he was hard and he could not believe how hard he actually was.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

The sheer throbbing sensation of what was bobbing between his legs was something that overwhelmed any and all fantasies that he had been enjoying up until that point. The idea of going naked everywhere, the idea of people seeing him properly rather than just imagining how they felt when they saw him on the TV screen, was so fucking hot. He barely managed to keep from jerking himself as he fast-walked from the bar's front door to the waiting limo. The driver was reading something on his phone as the orc approached, panting hard from the feeling of being exposed, of having the night air of New Orleans caressing his cock like a lover in and of itself, and everything else.

Particularly the one flash that he'd seen from the corner of his eye coming from around the corner. Someone had gotten a good shot of his ass, and that? Well, that made him want more.

He paused as he opened the door, waiting - yes, there was another flash, another little confirmation that there were perverts all over the place just waiting to catch a look at him. He grinned, slowly, stumblingly getting into the limo, making sure that some camera-man might get the chance to get a look down between his legs at his low-hanging balls and the throbbing hint of his erection.

As he sat down and shut the door, the driver finally looked up. The mouse driver started to say something, then went red in the face as he realized that Johnny was as naked as he had been on any day on set, and quite a bit harder than average, too.

"Holy -"

"Hey, drive slow," the orc said.

"What? Sir, you -"

"Drive slow, and make sure that you keep the car close to all those shutterbugs."

Tomorrow, they'd have a shit-ton of stuff to show off. They'd have all kinds of angles of him seen through the windows of the car. They weren't even properly tinted; so many people might see him, and then...

Fuck, was he thinking straight anymore? More than likely not, but he really didn't care anymore. All that he cared about was getting off to this.

He leaned back on the back seat of the limo, his bare ass grinding against the plush leather, his legs spread, one hand on his balls and the other milking himself just below the head of his shaft. The only way that this could have been better would have been if Charlie was in here with him.

For a split second, he felt a bit of embarrassment, a bit of worry. Had he gone too far? Had he done something too stupid this time? Charlie hadn't stopped smiling, but that wasn't an accident in the bar. Even his drunk little brain was pretty sure of that much.

But then the moment passed, and they were driving by the photographers. The paparazzi were right against the windows as the limo drove slowly past them, and each camera flash was as good as a hand on his cock. He groaned, thrusting against his fingers, showing off to every greedy little piece of shit on the other side of the window just what he had to offer. He played a goddamn Lord of Lust, and that was what he was. A hung, muscular orc that was as sexy as anyone could imagine, and who could fuck anyone that he wanted.

Stare at me...look at me...

Thrust, thrust. He fucked his hand, pulling on his balls just enough to keep that orgasm at bay. It was coming, alright, and it was going to fuck up the back of the limo, he was all but certain. There was just so much cum that wanted to come out, now, and he was sure that someone was going to be pissed.

But that wasn't his problem, was it?

The harder he jerked his cock, the better he felt, and soon, he could feel his balls pulling up, the pleasure that was right on the verge of coming loose all but guaranteed to splatter the seats and leave the entire back of the limo smelling like horny orc. He saw that the mouse driver was doing his best not to keep looking backwards, eyeing the privacy screen, and Johnny laughed.

"Hey, stare as much as you like."

"B-but -"

"You're a pervert, I'm a pervert. We all work for FDN, so we all gotta be pervs, right?"

"I...I guess..."

"So keep looking...nngh...gets me...gets me off..."

He was thinking less and less, he supposed, but he really didn't think that mattered all that much. What mattered was the pleasure that came afterwards, the need that got fulfilled. He gritted his teeth, curling his toes against the bottom of the car, and - right when all the photographers were about to lose sight of him - came hard.

"NNNNNGH!"

Just as he imagined, he painted the other side of the back of the limo, ropes of orc cum running down the back of the chairs, spraying the windows, and one particular shot went through and hit the driver in the back of the head. The orc slumped back, panting hard, feeling the rush of his afterglow setting in. God, that was good...fucking hell, that was amazing.

#

"This is horrible."

Maurice could hardly believe what had happened the night before. First harassment, then rumors of Henry breaking even more rules, and now, this. Sitting on his desk were copies of four different tabloids, and they were just the first four that he'd seen; six others had some variant of the naked pictures of Johnny plastered all over the front, with headlines that ranged from accusations of debauchery to accusing his studio of having no accountability for their stars to being a dragging of orcs in general for this sort of behavior and -

Well, the list went on, to put it bluntly. It wasn't even the sexy sort of scandal that he might have been able to twist around, like that time during Game of Bones when the two actors playing the brother and sister were caught in bed together off-stage. It had become something to keep the flagging show going after Drac had been fired for those latter few seasons, even if it hadn't been enough to keep it going for long.

But this...

This was something that needed to be handled, and then, he would need to handle everything else. There were things happening throughout FDN that were showing the place coming apart at the seams, and after taking this long to pull it togetther, the hamster would be damned if he saw it come apart now. Not when it was finally being the sort of place that he had imagined it would become.

He might have been too drunk to think, Maurice tried to tell himself as he squirmed in the high-chair that he'd set up for himself. Try and be nice. He...you want to keep this star...

But at the same time, they needed to set some ground rules. Even in Hollywood, something like this wouldn't be entirely hushed up. Even the big stars couldn't just get away with walking around in the nude, showing off that casually. Even the porn stars couldn't do that. Out here, in New Orleans, where there was something of a different culture, when the people were more in-tune with the norms of the world? That was just asking to be canned.

If he couldn't get that through to Johnny, then the orc was going to need to find another job. Plain and simple.

Please don't be stupid...please don't be stupid...

Knock, knock.

"Come in," Maurice said.

Johnny pushed the door open, stepping inside. He looked clueless, which was something; he might have been inebriated enough that he didn't remember the last night, or at least, didn't remember much of it. The big guy sat down on the other side of the desk.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. First. How much do you remember from last night?"

"...Not much," Johnny admitted. "Remember having a lot to drink, hitting the bathroom and, well, kind of a blur after that."

"Uh-huh."

"Did I hurt someone?"

The fact that he asked about that first was something in his favor, the hamster was willing to admit. Maurice sighed, then gestured at the tabloids. The orc looked down, blinked, then went wide-eyed as he looked from one cover to another. Two of them showed him blowing his load, for fuck's sake.

"I don't know what to say that they can't say better," Maurice admitted. "You were...exposed. Heavily exposed. Both leaving the club and...in the car...last night. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"...Can I get copies?"

"Johnny!"

"What, I'm hot."

"That's not the point!"

Oh, gods. First, he heard that there were even more issues between Henry and Charlie, something that he had hoped would have been laid to rest with all the work that the writer had done in the season. Introducing Henry's character earlier, making him something of a major player, encouraging some interplay between him and the Brutus character so that they could have a more dramatic split in season two: all that had gone a long way towards integrating him and endearing him to viewers more than the original script had, and it had allowed him to be a secondary protagonist instead of this shadowy character that wasn't revealed until later. Apparently, that wasn't enough, if there was still trouble going on.

But this...this was something that really needed to be handled. Johnny was getting that Hollywood star attitude, which meant that he was getting stupid. Maurice needed smart actors in his studio, not stupid ones.

Taking a few deep breaths, he pointed at the magazines, glaring at the orc the whole while. Bit by bit, Johnny's shit-eating grin started to disappear. Good. At least he had that much self-awareness.

"What? It's what celebrities do all the time."

"In Hollywood. We're not in Hollywood."

"So? We still make movies."

"And they still don't get away with stuff like this." Maurice shook his head. "Johnny, do you know what kind of stuff this does? It doesn't build good press. It makes us look like a porn studio, not a TV network."

"..."

"If you keep doing this, if you keep getting caught, then you're going to make it look like you're nothing but a porn star, that you can't act, that you can't do anything that doesn't involve either fucking or being fucked."

"But I can."

"That doesn't matter. They -" Maurice gestured at all the tabloids. "They are going to spin it so that it looks like that's all you can do. That's going to spread, and the more bad press that you make, the less that anyone else is going to want to hire you, and if you become a liability here..."

"...Nobody else is going to hire me if you drop me..."

"There you go," Maurice said, chittering softly to himself. "Do you think that you can remember that, please? And not show off so much next time?"

"...I'll try."

"Good." He sighed. "Johnny. You're good. Really good. But this stuf..."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Just...don't do it again."

"I'll try." The orc sighed. "Anything else?"

"Not right now."

As Johnny got up and left, he paused, looking down at the tabloids again. Maurice sighed and nodded, and the orc grinned as he grabbed all four to take with him. The hamster was all but sure that he'd find them later, all sticky and marked with who knew how much orc cum.

The cleaning of that limo...

The End

Summary: A few months down the line, and the first season is airing successfully. Everyone's happy, for the most part, though some of the cast aren't exactly over the moon...

Tags: M/solo, Orc, Cat, Various Species, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Hard-On, Dirty Talk, Series, Filming, Photographers, Naked, Cum, Orgasm, Messy, Party,