Blog Unbound: The Anna Drake

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and graphic content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: This is part three (Day) of my Night and Day Trilogy, which includes the Blog Flash The Dawn (Pt 2) and the Unbound Story The Demon (Night, Pt 1). The stories pose specific questions. How far will an actor go for their role? How far should they go? The roots of these stories lie in such tales as the Passions Multiverse Eternity and the Unbound Story The Demoniac MethodDay follows the fairly unknown Jessie Crane, who lands the role of a lifetime as the antihero Succubus Anna Drake of the popular book series being adapted to film. Using her training as a method actor, already a big fan of the books, Jessie works to bring the Anna Drake to life. Enjoy!

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The Anna Drake

Jessie Crane came home excited. Though she and her husband were working enough as actors to make it a career, Jessie never had a strong leading role. In her grasp was her key to that leading role. This was no “B movie”: real producers, real writer and director, moderate budget for the first film. It was based a popular novel series The Tome of the End or Drake’s Chronicles (after the last novel). The filmmakers were leaning toward using the latter for the films’ branding. There were eight books in the obviously apocalyptic, contemporary series, with the first book and movie The Choice of Transformation. The first book chronicled the effects of once thought to be supernatural beings merging with Human Society too early, and starting a chain of events toward destruction or an uncertain future.

The part was of antihero Anna Drake, a Succubus reluctantly forced into the middle of an unstable world. The character, as described, looked arguably like Jessie: dark brown hair and eyes, slim yet athletic body, above average hight. Anna was no Demon — none really existed in the series, but she was not that angelic either. The future rested on her choices, while she refused to make them all in the first book, causing incredible uncertainty in the subsequent novels. She was utterly unpredictable. As a spoiler, none of the choices she makes in the whole serious are completely expected, and many of them were not beyond selfishness. It all led or leads to the plot of Book VIII The Final Chronicles of Anna Drake, where she chooses a third path of equality, but at far greater cost than if she chose to rule the world. Many saw her as their eternal queen by the last book, but she hated and refused that.

“I don’t think I know that smile, Jess!” her husband Jack exclaimed.

“I got it! I’m gonna be Anna, Jack!” she said so happy, hugging him tight. “The contract’s gonna be drawn up this week, but this is happening!”

“Good thing you’re a big fan!” he laughed, while they sat on their couch. She did love the books.

“It helped!” she laughed. “They were really blunt in today’s meeting. They wanted an actress with a recognizable face, but they didn’t want a big name like Anne Hathaway or Scarlett Johansson. I don’t think they knew who they wanted. My interpretation blew them away. I didn’t do anything that was expected, and that was what they were looking for.”

“Hey, how are you gonna do this?” he asked, knowing she was capable of method acting. He had no interest in going that far with his roles.

“Well, you how far I’ve been trained to go. Then there’s how I kinda always wanted a character like Anna … I’m gonna go all the way with this.”

“You want me to start calling you Anna?” he asked lightly.

“Sure, why not? I’m not gonna get nutty, I don’t think. I’ll still be me. You don’t have to call me anything but Jessie until I sign that contract!”

He kissed her full lips lovingly, and she kissed him back hungrily. It was so deep, passionate, loving, and even lustful that he was taken aback. “Woah! That was different …”

Jessie smiled lovingly. “Hey, gotta start getting into character at some point!” she joked. Jessie was a regular abuser of the Pill, and while Jack often wore a condom anyway, such impromptu sex was far from alien.

To both Jack’s great surprise and joy, Jessie pushed him down onto the couch. They quickly removed their clothes, before Jessie humped widely on her knees. The moaned and grunted in great pleasure. Their loving passions grew greater than either ever knew possible. Jack’s mind melted away, while Jessie’s thrived. She felt more alive than she ever did before. Jack was too mindless to want the pleasure to reach its inevitable climax, but that was what Jessie wanted. Feeling her own climax nearing, Jessie humped Jack more wildly, feeling herself and he with equal ferocity. With Jack erupting a split second before, they exploded with great passion …

They lay next to each other in the deep afterglow. Both were quite amazed at the quality of what they just did. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go more than once, but even that didn’t compare.

“Where did that come from, baby?” he breathed.

“You know!” she teased.

“OK …” he shook his head with a smile. “Just don’t drain me too much, Succubus! I like to work, too!”

“Sure!” she laughed.

* * * *

Jessie was called into the main producer’s office at fairly new Grand Box Studies, which was a moderately sized film production company just outside LA. They often produced low budget, independent films (budgeted no more than ten million USD) under the Grand Box Independents banner, but also produced moderately budgeted films (budgeted forty to sixty million USD) like Drake as well. Their independent films normally did well, while larger films normally also worked, albeit to a lesser extent. Though The Choice of Transformation was tentatively given their almost standard moderate budget at forty-five million, this was to be a big gamble for them. The only other movie series they produced was The Vacationers, a moderately budgeted comedy series that bombed by the second movie. The first had a cult following, but was destroyed by critics. The second was only made because of strong home media sales of the first. The second film had weak home medias sales, while the plug was pulled long before.

While firmly shaking producer Robert Lang’s large hand, Jessie’s eye caught a prominent, framed poster of The Vacationers II: Honey, I Lost the Kids behind his dark wood desk.

“Yes, that one …” he said, glancing at the poster Jessie noticed. A big smile was on his face. He wore a dark blue business suit without a tie, presenting himself as serious yet casual. “A reminder not to be an idiot! Please, have a seat, Jess.” He motioned to the couch with a the multipage contract on the glass coffee table. “Would you like anything?”

“Oh, no thanks, Mr. Lang.” She sat on the blue fabric couch. It was a touch firm, but rather welcoming. She was a bit early, and expected her agent soon.

“Bobby, will do fine, Jess. Assuming you’re as good as the others say, I want to be at least friendly.” He was genuinely charismatic. Jessie assumed dollar signs pumped through his veins, and didn’t fully trust him. Still, them man clearly had an eye for art, out of the independent films he produced. Assuming he liked the script, he practically handed over the up to ten million USD check without any further influence on the film. His company even took on the full costs of advertising and releasing, albeit taking the helm at that point. Even the larger films were rather hands off at his end.

“You know, I really am glad to be working for you again,” Jessie said truthfully. Two years ago, she had a supporting role in the successful parody About the Night Before, and the production was very relaxed and even fun. She secretly liked to describe many other production companies as “Tight Assed Productions” to the chagrin of her agent.

“Yes, yes, The Night Before. The was produced under Darek Jacobs with Penny Louison directing?” He was a Big Picture Guy, and often let details slip.

“Yeah, based on that short story Opps! I really enjoyed that one. My friends recite the jokes to tease me!”

They both laughed.

“Sir,” the speaker in the glass table buzzed. “Ron Jackson is here.”

“Send him in!” Bobby responded.

The graying, gaunt Ron walked into the room with his tweed jacket, brown pants, and brown polo shirt. He was as consistent a dresser as he was at finding prospective roles.

Ron and Bobby shook before sitting next to the casually dressed Jessie. The agent and producer knew each other professionally for years.

“So, let’s get this done, Bob.” Ron was never one to waste time.

They looked over the contract. Almost everything was as expected: obligation to appear in all eight films (if produced) as Anna Drake, only she can play Anna Drake, insurance, etc. She agreed right there that she would do as many stunts as she could within reason before they called in her stunt double, who also will serve under the stunt coordinator and choreographer. Jessie wasn’t too comfortable without an exit clause, other than if the series was not completed, but Ron assured her that it would be impossible to recast her.

One interesting aspect of the contract involved sex scenes and nudity. Obviously, a story with a Succubus would involve an abundance of that, so that was not a problem. The contract was worded in a way that gave her the option of simulated or unsimulated sex to be discussed with the director and screenwriter, while being aware that no part of her would not be exposed. Though unsurprising, this brought Jessie and her agent to the discussion that two cuts were planned: One R rated cut for wide theater distribution, and one NC-17 “director’s cut” for limited theater and home media distribution. Both cuts were planned to be packed into the BluRay. Jessie was fine with all this, and Bobby had no trouble with her not deciding on how to do the sex scenes right then. Even unassimilated, the sex scenes were more than heavily detailed in the book, so the director’s cut that Bobby and the director wanted was inevitable.

Outside of the contract they discussed the tentative filming schedule for the series. It was on Grand Box’s special Flexible Fast Track. While production was to move forward as quickly as is possible, there would be no complaining by any of the film’s producers if they were behind. Also, an exact release date would not be set until about halfway through production, while advertising would place it for the next year as incentive. Assuming the first is successful, the succeeding films will made back to back under the same scheduling style. So, there may be at least a two year release gap between the first and the second, but the rest should fall to only a one year release gap. It was to be grueling no matter how well they stuck to the schedule, but Jessie wanted it.

* * * *

Jessie came home to Jack looking over a screenplay. He didn’t look pleased with it, but some jobs were just to pay the bills. He was also in contention to become a regular on the popular sitcom All Fluff, whose scripts didn’t make him much happier than the one he held.

“Hey, Jess,” he said, pleased for the distraction, “got that contract signed?”

“Yup!” she answered happily, placing the contract packet on the table.

“That’s not a good spot for it!” he teased. She had a special file cabinet for contracts in their home’s office.

She sat next to him, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I wanna talk about the contract first.”

“Sure.”

“Now, you’ve read at least the first book. I’m gonna get naked in front of the camera; every part of me may be filmed. As for the sex, I have the choice to do that for real. Either way, there’ll be scenes with both men and women of varying ratios, so they could never make this anything less than hard R. There’s even gonna be an uncut version. Now, I think I do want to have real sex in this film for realism’s sake. I just wanted to know what you think first.”

He was taken aback. He did indeed read the first book, but he wasn’t thinking about the more adult content until that moment. “That’s a wake up call, Jess!” He deeply sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, yes, do what you want. You’re method acting here. You’re playing a Succubus. We both know it’s not real … This is the role of a lifetime. Besides, I know Anna has only two loves no matter how many they allow her to take to their bed.”

“Thank you, Jack.” She kissed him lovingly with the same hunger as before.

“I love that kiss, Jess! Hey, now that the contract’s signed, do you want me to start calling you Anna?”

“What else would you call me?” she said sultrily. With both hunger and love on her face, she mounted him on the chair. “This Succubus is starving, and wants to celebrate!”

Without any resistance on Jack’s part, Jessie as Anna threw away his belt, and forced his pants and underwear down, freeing his ballooning cock. She humped him hard and passionately, occasionally kissing with both great love and lust. Jack was both aroused and secretly scared looking into his lover’s eyes. The Jessie he knew was deep inside, while not really buried. Jessie became the core of Anna, like a kind of ideal. A great hunger bled from her at the same time. Combined, the woman making love to him could only be called Anna.

“Oh, gah … ANNA!” he cooed, keeping with the promise of calling her by her character’s name. She was an amazing actress, even when she didn’t immerse herself in the role. He almost could forget the real woman underneath.

“Oh, yeah, Jack! Love always makes the Sexual Energy so much sweeter!” she cooed moments before Jack came hard into her. Her deep, guttural orgasm came was a split second later. They held each other, while Jack’s heart raced …

They were making out naked in bed in the way that they were both already addicted. A half hour ago, Anna threw out all but the sexiest of her underwear, which she would now only wear without anything else.

“Hey, let’s do something different, Jack!” she breathed lustfully.

“What do you suggest, Anna?” His mind was already mush from the deep kiss.

She smirked, subtly looking behind her. “I’m a virgin in only one respect.”

“What?”

“My asshole has never even been fingered. Take my anal virginity, Jack!” she exclaimed excitedly.

Anna went to all fours and visibly relaxed her backside. “Uh, we don’t have any lube …”

“Fuck lube, Jack! Just ram my ass like it’s the only thing you ever wanted to fuck!” she growled.

Spreading her tight, fully athletic ass cheeks, he rammed his long solid cock into her. She growled like an animal first in clear pain, but soon in clear pleasure. Jack’s mind melted further at the shear passion of it. To his joyous amazement, the alternate hole felt as good or better than her pussy!

Jack couldn’t believe how amazing and wild it all was. The look of her firm, swaying breasts made him drool. He lost all control over himself. All Jack wanted to do was explode his hot seed deep into her deflowered asshole.

“Oh, gah … That’s it! ERGUH! This is even better than I expected!” Anna cooed wildly.

Jack moaned and grunted like a wild caveman. In a loud growl, Jack’s hot cum spewed into Anna’s ass, making her cum with great energy.

Almost the moment Jack removed his deflating cock from the deflowered ass, Anna let the cum flow out of her ass into her hand. She lapped it up like an excited addict. “Yummy!” she cooed almost orgasmically.

They happily lay next to each other. Jack was utterly breathless, while Anna looked joyous. She slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep …

* * * *

Jack woke up drowsy that Saturday morning. It was after ten, which wasn’t that late for him. He rarely worked weekends anyway. Still, it was very unusual for him to wake up still wanting more sleep.

After throwing on some clothes, Jack walked into the kitchen. Anna was there rereading The Choice of Transformation with a cup of coffee. She was in her rather enticing blue workout clothes: tightly woven sleeveless top, skintight capris, sneakers. The only thing different was that she was clearly not wearing underwear (her nipples were outlined). Her silken skin sexily glistened from sweat. She never smelled bad form it, though, and went on jogs most mornings. Jack often joined her, but he was never the morning person she was.

“Morning, Jack!” she said all bright eyed.

Jack could tell she was in a kind of “meta-mode,” where she was more pretending than being the character. “When do you get the script, Jessie?” he asked, slipping out her real name.

She smirked. “Monday. They called me a few minutes ago, Jack.”

“Hungry? How’s your ass?” He was genuinely concerned, sitting across from her. A cup and hot coffee pot sat between.

“Oh, I’m fine, Jack!” she said happily. “I’m not sore at all. All that sex yesterday was amazing! I woke up at five this morning with so much energy.” She normally woke up around seven. “I only got back twenty minutes ago.”

Jack poured himself some coffee. “That’s good!” he laughed a little, feeling really close to his wife.

“How are you? You look a little tired.”

“Oh, I’m fine. I guess you need to force me on more jogs!” he said with a smile. She was always more athletic than Jack.

Looking Jack over with a devious smile, Anna untied her shoes, and removed them. Feeling up Jack’s legs with her sweaty feet, she said, visibly melting back into pure Anna Drake, “The books like to talk about how I’m open to different things.”

Oh-guh …” Jack grunted the moment her foot started to rub his cock through his jeans.

“You asked if I was hungry, Jack? Let me answer. Cum is the perfect breakfast for a Succubus, you know. Their’s vitamins, natural sugars, protein. As it’s created out of sexual passion, it is of course infused with that, too. As a Succubus can’t hump every one’s leg freely, a Succubus certainly derives plenty of nutrients from other food sources … So, I would like my breakfast now. I certainly enjoyed eating what you gave last night …”

Unable to pinpoint the moment it started, Anna was wildly, perfectly stroking his cock. It was in that moment, the moment before his mind became utter mush, that Jack realized that every sexual act she does as Anna is absolutely fantastic. It was so good that she was building a fetish for feet within him. He never had anything against feet before, though, and they once even viewed a web page devoted to her apparently five star size nines as a joke!

Fully in character, Anna genuinely wanted to eat his cum again. She had no intention of stretching out the moment. With loud, guttural grunts he blew his load so hard all over her feet and ankles that his balls hurt. Anna even came pretty hard herself, without even touching herself!

Drooling, she stretched her goo covered feet to her mouth, and lapped up everything. She cooed and moaned in an almost orgasmic state. Her eyes rolled back into her head, deeply breathing. The sight was so breathtaking for Jack that he found himself growing aroused again.

Looking at her cleaned feet shimmering from her spit, a look of total amazement bled through. She broke character, and Jessie said, “Fuck! I’m really gettin’ into this!”

“Jessie?” he breathed.

“This is me Jessie, speaking, Jack,” she said, eyes not leaving her wrinkly soles. “For a moment I actually believed I was deriving the passions from your cum … Shit, cum really is good.”

“Are you all right, Jessie?”

“I feel great!” she exclaimed. “I’m having so much fun, Jack. I gotta get back into character, though. Practice.”

Still a touch out of breath, Jack said, “OK … Anna. You still hungry?”

“I think I can force down some more passion, Jack,” she teased, falling back to Anna.

“I wanna feel the back of your throat my cock, Succubus. If your blow jobs are half as good as your foot jobs …”

“Just as good!” she interrupted. Licking her full lips, Anna slowly crawled under the table. She grasped the solid cock with her strong, silken hand, and inserted it all the way into her mouth. Anna sucked and twirled her tongue like pro, making Jack moan almost as much as Anna. Her humid mouth seemed made for this, while it was the first time she ever sucked him off, outside his own fantasies. It didn’t take long before he erupted hard with passion down her gag-less throat. She came, too, at the wondrous passion, coos muffled by the exploding cock in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head, while she milked him dry …

* * * *

“Jessie!” The director and screenwriter Jenna James greeted in her office. The thin, middle aged woman had medium length brown hair, and wore tight jeans. She was clearly a professional by her demeanor, but not overbearing.

Jenna was with the other screenwriter the acclaimed Robert Louison, who had yet to fail at adapting a book to film. The pot bellied man had greying black hair, and wore a tucked in grey T-shirt and brown slacks. He was known to be a bit of a clown when in the right mood.

The author of Drake’s Chronicles was there as well. Janet Maxine Perez (J. Max Perez on her book covers) had both a screenwriting credit and the story by credit. She was in her mid thirties, and a rather attractive though plain, slim brunette. Never exactly what most fans pictured: gaunt or overweight, but never in between. She wore tan capris with a matching blouse. Never involved in screenwriting before, she was very hands off in the scripting process, while she had final say on the production script. She vetoed last week’s draft not because it was bad, but because she claimed they held back on the sexual scenes. There was to be an unrated version after all! She was finally all smiles with the final final production script, though.

Jessie, who shut off Anna Drake, was ridiculously overjoyed to meet the author of her favorite novels. She was like an exploding teen at a generic pop star’s concert or a Princess Leah cosplayer meeting Carrie Fisher for the first time.

“I should’ve come in character, Ms Perez!” Jessie cooed rather loudly, shaking the happy author’s hand. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a matching tube top.

She laughed. “Anna would probably seduce her creator just to say she fed off her creator!”

“A certainty!” Jessie confirmed.

“All right, we all got schedules!” the director chimed. They all sat on a chair before the conference table. Three copies of the script lay on it with the printed title “Drake’s Chronicles: The Choice of Transformation” in bold. “The first read through will be in half an hour, as we discussed over the phone. I know I’m looking forward to finally seeing everyone!”

The first read through went as well as expected. Many of the film crew also attended, but because of the grueling production schedule, they could not stay the whole time. Bobby Lang stopped in as well, sitting in for about a scene before saying that everything seemed well in hand, and wishing them all good luck. That hands off performance from Lang was a very good thing, because he was known to be derisively verbose if he wasn’t happy.

There was a bit of experimenting with if and how they were to present internal dialogue and narration. While not to the degree of, say, Dune, the books had a degree of internal dialogue. Jessie as Anna read the narration and internal dialogue in one shot, and read without in another. Jessie’s stunt double Charlotte, who already volunteered to read the non-dialogue portions, read the narration instead in another shot. It was enough for them all to agree that they should retain some internal dialogue to be recorded later, while the actor should memorize it all for the part. The telepathy dialogue was never to be chopped out. As for the narration, they all agreed that they should retain the beginning, middle, and end bits for Jessie to record later, while the middle narration may be removed if it seems redundant in the rough cut.

* * * *

Jessie as Anna passionately ground herself on her costar Brianna Beste, who played Captain Lisa Andrews. The character was Anna’s lover, who was later joined by another, and knew all about Anna. She was a warrior at heart, yet equally as gorgeous. She had dark brown hair, five feet and nine inches in hight, and quite athletically built. Though, she was described to look like a “tomboy” in uniform. She commanded the USS Roosevelt (youngest and first woman to do so), and was mentored by the current Chief of Naval Operations Admiral Jack Robertson.

Anna knew nothing of who Lisa was when they first met in a bar. They were both drawn to the warrior within them both. Lisa’s sexuality was a closely guarded secret to anyone she didn’t trust until the recent allowance of open sexuality in the Armed Forces. Even then, she only reveled it if asked.

They both moaned and grunted wildly in the genuine sex scene. Sweat trickled down their brows. This wasn’t the first take (the forth). Brianna never had a sex scene before, and her subtle awkwardness turned into giggles at first for everyone. This take, they were going all the way. Anna drooled at the passion she was absorbing. It was rare for a Succubus to absorb naturally released passion before orgasm, and she reveled in it. They passion was even better, because they were making love, which was the most wholesome of feeds for a Succubus.

Now, they were approaching an amazing orgasm. The director was not as professionally pleased as he pretended, but pleased nonetheless. They screamed in a loud and joyous orgasm.

“Oh, my captain!” Anna teased, wiggling to the side of her lover on the couch.

“ … Shit …” Lisa barely stated. “Yup, you drained me, Succubus!” Anna revealed her nature to Lisa just before the events of the first story.

Smirking at her lover, Anna found herself sitting on the cable remote, and casually turned on the TV.

“Idiots discussing idiots whining about a president that isn’t that bad …” Lisa groveled tiredly. She was a political moderate, and as a soldier, tried to avoid politics. She especially hated seeing interviews with Members of Congress, especially when they’ve done more whining than legislating.

“Well, it’s hard to say why this wasn’t well known, Stephen, but they are humanoid,” the man on the TV stated.

What?” Anna asked toward the TV.

“They look like us,” the commentator continued, “and if they die, all they have to do it say it’s against their beliefs to be autopsied. Of course, Vampires, Succubi, Witches, and others were essentially already known. We just never knew the full truth. I gather that their overall leadership decided to not hide themselves anymore.”

Lisa and Anna looked at each other speechless.

“For those just joining us,” the anchor Stephen Coulson stated, “I am here with Evolutionary Biologist Richard Hawkins discussing the fantastic revelation from this morning. The Council of the Elders, as they call themselves, publicly revealed themselves to Human Society.”

“Oh, shit …” Anna breathed in shock.

“You didn’t know, Anna?” Lisa asked amazed.

“You know I don’t exactly go to meetings! Most Succubi are independent minded, and the Council always hated that. I don’t even hold elegance to an old clan!”

“What does this mean?”

Anna sighed. “The current leaders see themselves as pragmatists, even though they’re probably worse politicians than yours! I told you that they were forced to accept neutrals, who they designated the Triens Viae, within the last decade, and that shook them up. I don’t know their game, but that change is a part of it. Humans certainly have advanced, though, and maybe they just don’t want to think of more ways to blend in anymore …”

Enjoying the first day of shooting, Jessie, more or less not in character, sat in her trailer picking at a light salad for lunch. She just wasn’t that hungry. Someone suddenly knocked on her door. She opened the door to see her stunt double and unofficial trainer Charlotte. The two could’ve easily passed as sisters.

“Hey! Forcing another jog on me!” Jessie joked, letting her inside.

“Maybe later!” The two were fast friends.

After sitting on the couch, Jessie asked, “So, what’s up, Cherry?”

“I got promoted! I’m still your double and trainer, but I’m also Stunt Coordinator now.”

“Oh, OK. I guess you’re all right with the extra work load!”

“It’s centered on you anyway, so it’s not that much extra.”

“So, what happened to Bob?”

“I’m not sure. Apparently they fired him last night. He was kinda grumpy the last couple days about something. He’s not answering his cell. Well, I only met him on this job. Anyway, they let me name a couple Assistant Stunt Coordinators, so I can keep working closely with you. They’re not really promoted, but that’s their title now. I was acting as an unofficial Assistant under Bob. Guess that’s why they gave me his job.”

“Hey, it’s a grueling schedule no matter how much Big Box claims they won’t complain about delays. It can make or break anyone, Cherry.”

Charlotte chuckled. “I don’t think we can break you!”

They were both very happy about their growing friendship. It was necessary. Plus, assuming she worked all eight films, Charlotte had a near one-hundred percent chance of consistently working with or for Jessie long after the films. That was job security in her career.

Jessie then pleasantly asked, “Hey, do you wanna stop by for dinner with my husband and me tonight, Cherry?”

Uh, sure, Jessie … I’ll be meeting with the stunt crew at five to finish the Coordinator transition to me, name my Assistants, so I should be free by seven.”

“Great! I’ll text you the plans after I talk with my husband later.”

A few minutes after Charlotte left, she heard a knock on her trailer door. She opened it to her husband.

“Hey, superheroine, thought I’d surprise yah!” he exclaimed.

She gave him a deep smooch, and leading him in, she teasingly corrected, “Superhero!”

They sat on the couch. “Already have lunch, Jessie, ah, Anna?”

She smiled, “I was just picking at that salad. Not too hungry …” She looked down to his crotch. “Got a few minutes; wanna do something a little weird?”

“Oh, it’s been weird!” he laughed.

“OK, I’ll take that as a yes, Jack!” She started rubbing his crotch through his pants. “Stand in front of my salad, if you please.”

He scurried over. It was all indeed weird for him, but he loved it! His pants and underwear were suddenly pulled down, and from behind, she excitedly stroked his already solid member.

“Oh, fuck, Anna! … ERRR, hand’s so fucking soft!” he growled.

“I didn’t have any good dressing,” she breathed deeply into his ear. “Why don’t you give me something homemade?”

The pleasure was almost brutal, while he was utterly lost in it. “Oh, yeah … Here it comes! FUCK-ERRRRAHHH …”

Anna joyously cooed in perfect time. With apparent perfect aim by Anna, cum spewed all over the leafy plate. Jack’s legs turned to mush, and she guided him back to the couch.

“Yummy! Thank you, Jack.” She munched away happily at the tastiest salad she ever had …

* * * *

Charlotte sat down before Jessie (Anna) and Jack. They were happily eating the roast chicken, and heartily downing the red wine. They made some small talk prior, after Charlotte and Jessie signed the contract for Charlotte to be Jessie’s main stunt double.

“This is great, Jack! Do you always cook?” Charlotte exclaimed happily.

“Not as much as I want to, Cherry. You know the trade off: Crappy job or no, you gotta pay those damn bills!” He drank down his glass, and poured another.

“Oh, I know!” she slurred subtly. In spite of being very athletic, she was a bit of a light weight. Jack was, too, but not to the same degree.

“I just can’t get over how much you look like my wife! You could be her sister,” Jack laughed slightly.

“Maybe she is!” Jessie joked. The two weren’t related.

“We’re lucky I look so much like her! Have you seen some action movies?”

They all laughed. Some movies have some of the worst lookalikes for stunt and body doubles.

Charlotte emptied the bottle, and Jessie went to grab another. Jessie then realized something. Her husband and Charlotte were definitely a touch past tipsy, but Jessie felt fine. Sure, she felt the alcohol a little, but she already drank more than normal. It was a strange thought. Yet, the answer to her seemed obvious: the stress of the job and greater degree of physical activity probably lessoned everything. She had her dream job, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t the biggest stress of her life. The movie could destroy not only hers, but also many other careers if it didn’t work, if she didn’t work.

“I’d bet you could tell us a part if the light was off, Jack!” Charlotte joked, while Jessie placed the opened bottle of the table. They helped themselves.

“Hey, you look a bit off, baby,” Jack observed, “what’s up?”

“Oh, everything’s just riding on me, but we knew that!” She finished her glass, and refilled. “Let’s just drink some more!” She downed half the glass happily. “What were you two talking about?”

“Cherry’s comin’ on to me!” Jack joked. He was drunk.

“I look just like you! What would be the difference?” Charlotte joked.

“Well, maybe it’s time for the real fun!” she said as Anna. “First, finish those glasses.” They did so. “OK, Jack, open up those pants so Cherry can give you a foot job under the table. I’m perfectly fine with it as long as I have your cum.” She turned her head to the amazed yet quite drunk guest. “Cherry, give my husband a footjob, and enjoy it!”

Jack drunkenly obliged, while Charlotte removed her shoes and socks. Almost before anyone knew it, Charlotte was happily stroking Jack’s cock between her wrinkly soles. Her feet were actually a touch larger than Anna’s, but just as sexy.

“How does her feet feel on your cock, Jack?” Anna excitedly asked with a growl.

“Fucking awesome, baby!” he cooed.

They all moaned happily, before Anna pulled back her hair, and leaned down to suck off the tip. The tasty precum dribbled down her throat. They passion was almost endless for the three of them.

Anna leaned back up, and made out with her mind melted husband. “You gonna cum all over her pretty feet, Jack?”

“My cum’s gonna smother them!” he growled impulsively.

In a loud grunt, Jack spewed his gray goo all over the new friend’s feet, Anna orgasmic cooing at the eruption. Almost on automatic, Anna went to her knees, and hungrily licked the soft soles clean.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good around my toes!” Charlotte cooed.

Swallowing the last bit of the cum with her eyes rolled back in pleasure, Anna exclaimed, “Let’s keep going!”

Jack and Charlotte looked at Anna as Jessie amazed, yet not in opposition.

“You said Jack couldn’t tell us apart, right, Cherry?”

“In the right light …” she smiled almost deviously.

“Drink some more wine, Jack. Cherry and I are gonna go to the bedroom. We’ll meet you in the living room. Just leave the old lamp on.”

Charlotte and Anna scurried to the bedroom like two excited schoolgirls. ‘I’d fuckin’ love it if Cherry randomly kissed me!’ she though to herself out of how much fun they were having.

In the bedroom, Anna turned to the happily drunk Charlotte. “So, here’s the …”

Charlotte suddenly gave her a big, deep kiss. “Oh, sorry …”

“Nothing to be sorry about, Cherry. We’re having fun.”

“I’m, I’m not …” she slurred. “I’m just so happy … You know I am bi.”

“Don’t be so sheepish. You kinda told me that when I was sucking cum off your long toes, Cherry.”

“Now, I know I got some stockings and underwear that look the same …” She rummaged through her drawers. “OK!” She removed two pairs of identical black silk stockings (one still packaged), two black silk panties, and two black satin bras.

The two quickly stripped naked. Though Charlotte already saw Anna naked, this was not the case the other way around. They did not detract from her beauty, but her muscles were quite distinct up and down. It was clear she worked out starting early every the morning, and did yet more physical activity on the set.

“Great body, Cherry!” she exclaimed breathless and aroused.

“Thank you, Janna, yours is amazing, too,” she slurred, fusing names.

They quickly slipped on the underwear and stockings. “I’ll follow your lead, Cherry. Pretend to be me.” She spanked Charlottes firm ass hard, and exclaimed, “Let’s go!”

They scurried down the hall to the living room. Jack sat quietly in his drunkenness, ready for anything fun.

They sensually walked into the dim room with Charlotte ahead. The lighting and the alcohol did indeed make the two look almost identical.

“So?” Charlotte asked.

“Who’s who?” Anna added.

He really wasn’t sure. It was like he was seeing double, and almost was. He pointed to Anna. “You’re my wife … right?”

Sticking with the game, Charlotte chimed, “Guess again!”

“Guess I can’t tell you apart!” he exclaimed amazed.

The two women sat on both sides of Jack, and they all started to make out.

“Maybe we are the same women,” Charlotte said slyly.

“Maybe you are seeing double,” Anna added.

“There’s only me here,” the two said at the same time.

Charlotte began to suck off Jack’s throbbing cock, while Anna made out with Jack lustfully. He didn’t last very long, and soon came hard into Charlotte’s mouth. Jack slowly passed out from alcohol and the sex.

A moment later, the two women were hungrily making out. Anna somehow drank all the orgasmic cum left in Charlotte’s mouth.

“So, who is who?” Charlotte half joked.

Anna lustfully smiled. “Right now, I just wanna fuck myself.”

They removed their bras and panties, and moved into a scissor filled with love and lust. In their moans and coos, they hungrily licked and sucked each other’s silk covered feet. The smooth silk enhanced the passion of it all. Soon, neither thought of anything by the lust and love filled pleasure. They were like two animals in heat. Sweat dripped down Charlotte’s brow, falling into her wide open mouth. Their grunts and growls were almost inhuman, wet pussies smashing together. Looking deep into their dark eyes, they screamed in monstrous orgasm …

Anna sat quietly in her bed naked. Jack was finishing up in their bathroom, while Charlotte was staying in their guest room. Charlotte was both a little too drunk and wiped out to drive home.

Jack crawled into the bed next to Anna in his boxer-briefs and sweatpants. “Fuck, Anna, that was insane,” he breathed, still sounding a little drunk.

“You’re welcome, Jack!”

“Are we really done for the night?” he joked.

“Well,” she replied deviously, calling his bluff, “I think I’m up for just a little bit more, Jack …”

“Oh, sure, OK …”

“Just hump my face. No one’s done that to me before!” She was more curious to see if he would do it.

“Um, OK! Never done that before.”

Anna was a little surprised to see Jack obliging, pushing off his few clothes. He straddled her face, and quickly awakened his tired cock. Automatically, Anna opened her mouth wide to accept the meal. The fleshy thing slid all the way down to the back of her throat, while he humped forcibly. Though she had a little trouble breathing, there was no gagging. She found herself enjoying the onslaught, if only out of the sheer love and passion of it.

“Oh, yeah! Your mouth feels so damn good, Anna. I love you so much …”

Anna gurgled, trying to say how much she loved him.

She truly felt his love and passion flowing into her even before his hot semen barreled down her wanting throat. She came herself in a powerful orgasm, feeling wonderfully satisfied …

A couple hours later, Jessie, not actively trying to be Anna, quietly hopped out of bed. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind was racing in thought. She was acting and feeling so much like a Succubus that she was starting to worry about her sanity. Character acting was supposed to bring the actor intimately close to a role, but they could always shut it off. Jessie simply felt like Anna Drake the fictional Succubus, and realized an inability to shut it off.

She walked into the bathroom, flipped on the light, and closed the door behind her. Her reflection came into focus, eyes adjusting, on the door’s tall mirror. Jessie looked deep into her eyes, trying desperately to make herself feel like Jessie again.

After a few moments, something clicked. It was somehow instinctual. Jessie realized that feeling like a Succubus was feeling more like herself than she ever had, and that she only thought she felt like Anna Drake.

“I can’t be a Succubus … Can I?” she whispered to herself, coming to understand the truth of herself. Jessie was obviously deriving sustenance through sex, while she finally realized how little else she was eating. She should have looked pale and sickly, like someone with anorexia. Yet, she looked healthy, vibrant, and strong, stronger than she ever looked in her life.

“I am a Succubus …” she whispered slowly to herself. It was all becoming clear to her out of a kind of evolved instinct. She was no Demon; though, perhaps there were Succubi like that. She was born a Succubus of love, lust, and passion, but never experienced enough sex to unlock what was inside until she received the role of a lifetime. Her mother, she sensed, was a Succubus, too, but never unlocked that.

There was so much more. Jessie’s very spit had the power to heal others, allowing Jack to handle all the remarkable passion they were making. She’ll age very slowly now, in relation to the level of sex she had. And most remarkably, she sensed the ability to physically transform herself.

Jessie tightly closed her eyes, continuing with instinct’s teachings. She opened her eyes to a room so bright she quickly shut off the light. In the mirror, she saw her pupils became two vertical slits, which became ovular in the dim light. Concentrating, she willed distinct upper and lower fangs into existence, while she made her skin turn a deep red. Her finger and toenails became black, and grew long and sharp. She then lifted herself onto her toes, feet slightly elongating, becoming subtly catlike. The whole of her spine tingled, and a thick red tail with a distinct point grew outward. At the same time, retractable wings grew out from top of her spine between the shoulder blades. Subtle pressure then built on two distinct points on her forehead. The almost imperceptible hairs grew outward and together forming dark brown horns, which curved backwards over the dark brown hair on her head.

Jessie quietly laughed at the extravagant form she became. To herself, her instinct this was parody. Her true form was what it always was. Jessie Crane was merely flexing her awakened self.

She swung the thick, prehensile tale around to her mouth, and she sucked it off lustfully, while lightly rubbing her wet pussy. The transformation, the eroticism was making her incredibly hungry for sex, but the education was necessary. She then moved the wetted tail into her almost literally hungry snatch, shoving it deep. Holding herself onto the door, she drooled all over her false self in her ever growing hunger. Her loud orgasm almost blinded her with hunger that she needed to understand and handle.

“Everything all right in there?” a drowsy sounding Jack called from the bedroom.

Drooling and smiling at the same time, Jessie walked back into the lit bedroom to a shocked Jack.

“Am I dreaming, Jessie?” He recognized her as Jessie, while more shocked at being aroused by the site than afraid.

“No, my Jack,” Jessie subtly lisped through her powerful hunger. “I have always been a Succubus. Our wild fucking woke me up! And I’m sorry, but we have to do some more wild fucking!”

Jessie leapt on top of the powerless Jack, ripping off his pants and underwear. She humped him wildly, carefully making out with him at the same time. Her teeth were sharp — she didn’t want to hurt him, but her spit kept him viable. Her claws ripped into the bed sheets in the wild love making. Jack soon found himself sucking the silken tail without abandon, before it found it’s way into his ass to stimulate him in ways he never dared dream. The pleasure from behind made him feel more virile than he ever though possible during sex. They growled and moaned like wild animals in the hungry onslaught.

Jack suddenly burst into an epic, mind blowing orgasm, while Jessie came wildly a moment into his. Jessie then plunged her sharp fangs into Jack ripe neck. Passion filled blood spewed down Jessie’s amazed yet very receptive throat. After taking several good gulps, she pulled out, and quickly slobbered over the wound until it visibly healed. They lay next to each other, starring into each other’s eyes, breathless.

“Oh, my fucking God, Jessie …” Jack breathed. “You drink blood too?”

“Only at the point of passion, and only when necessary, Jack … This form is really just a parody. The body you know is real me …”

“Holy fuck!” Charlotte cooed at the door, awoken by the wild sex. She wore a bra, panties, and Jessie’s silk robe. “You really are a Succubus, Jessie!”

“I am more me than I ever was,” she said to them. “I’m gonna need some more, you know, so I can change back to my real form. Wanna help, Cherry?”

“OK …” Charlotte perhaps always suspected Jessie was a real Succubus, but rationally never put any clout into that. Now, she was simply relieved that Jessie was clearly not some sadistic Demon, clearly leaving Jack more than alive.

It was in that moment Jessie understood her empathy not only in sensing other’s emotions, but also in reflecting back into others. Jessie loved Charlotte, as she loved Jack, so they fully accepted Jessie without question. It was why they didn’t question Jessie’s games, created out of instinct, earlier. And perhaps, there was yet more to learn. Jessie finally beckoned teasingly with a sharp smile, “Well …?”

“I guess I’ll make this a part of my exercise regimen!” she excitedly exclaimed, pealing off her panties …

* * * *

The films overall production was a whirlwind. Many film critics and commentators found themselves weary of what they assumed was a rushed production, when the reality was that Jessie Crane never needed many takes, especially for the more erotic scenes. Big Box was often criticized for “rushing” production, even though none of their films ever looked rushed in the final cut. The actually smooth production allowed Big Box to secure a favorable early summer release.

While not breaking records except in Canada (expectations were higher), the film did well financially, and held its own against a couple sequels of well established film tent poles. Though most critics agreed that its erotic nature was not for everyone, the film met with strong acclaim, especially for its accuracy toward the source material. Combined with the further ticket sales of the unrated, limited release director’s cut in the fall and international showings, the film made over 600 million US Dollars worldwide. The sales for home media (unrated and hard R), which was released in tandem with the director’s cut, were also quite strong. The film went on to achieve multiple nominations, winning five overall: Saturns for Best Science Fiction Film and Actress, Golden Globes for Best Actress and Screenplay, and an Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay.

There was little doubt the next film was to go into production sooner than later. Big Box still applied their special Fast Track scheduling, but this time for the entire series. Robert Lang was, however, quietly prepared to end the series if the second film did poorly. That turned out not to be a problem, Part Two fully outdoing its predecessor in at least ticket sales. The unrated version was of course released soon after. Though it didn’t win as many awards, the film still met with critical acclaim, and at least received more nominations than its predecessor. The tent pole was established. Jessie would have to wait until the final film to receive more Best Actress awards for the Saturns, Golden Globes, and even Oscars, while the film even won an unprecedented Oscar for Best Picture.

After winning her awards for the final film, Jessie Crane announced a “semiretirement” from acting, and her becoming a film producer, establishing Mysterious Crane. From then on, she only worked on low to mid budget films, many of which experimental in nature, while often co-producing with Big Box. Charlotte naturally shifted to Jessie’s personal trainer and regular stunt coordinator for Mysterious Crane. Though he was sheepish about being hired by his wife for even one role, Jack’s career improved dramatically after staring in Mysterious Crane’s drama about a figure head monarchy Family in Ruins, and became a well known character actor. Nothing turned out as Jessie Crane once expected, but she was more than pleased.

And one last thing: Jessie Crane most certainly revealed to Janet Maxine Perez how accurate she was on her depiction of Succubi.

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