Starstruck

“First time in an OZ?”

Dean looked around to see who spoke to him, his mouth dropping. “Oh my god you’re…”

“Jason Stone; nice to meet you.” The young man grinned, holding out his hand, Dean looking at it, shaking his head as if clearing it and then grabbing it.

“It’s very nice to see you—meet you, I mean. I’ve seen all of your movies. Wait, is that weird? I’m uh, not sure what to say.”

Jason laughed. “Nah, it’s not weird. I’ll take the compliment.”

“Uhm, yeah, to answer your question. This is my first time in an OZ”

Jason nodded. “Took me a while to get used to it too. It’s a lot of power, being an Alpha. But there’s responsibility there too, lots of hard work.” He smiled at his mother who was standing a bit further talking to some girls, recruiting them it seemed. “Worth it though.” He laughed. “Oh mom, always on the clock. I swear that woman turns every event into a work thing.” He turned to Dean. “You’ve had your mom right? And…. let me guess, sister?”

Dean blushed. “Yeah…”

“Isn’t it great? They’re pretty hot too, and that’s unmodded. Personally I don’t like mods that go overboard, but there’s something to be said for stuff that enhances what’s there rather than replace it.”

Dean didn’t really know what to say to that. Truthfully, he had been considering a trip to Pearson’s. Not for anything specific, even just to browse should be fun with those two accompanying him.

“What’s it like, you know, being a porn star?”

Jason laughed. “It quickly turns into just another job. And running the company means a lot of paperwork. But I’ll tell you one thing, no scene with mom has ever felt like work. You can see how much fun she’s having on the screen right? That sort of enthusiasm is just infectious.”

Dean nodded along.

“Ever thought about making a video yourself?”

Dean blushed. “I uhm… well yeah but I don’t exactly have an Alpha body yet…”

Jason laughed again and slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry about it! Especially for guys the natural look is hot right now. All those non-Alpha’s and non-OZ residents need someone to identify with after all. Why don’t you come by the studio sometime this week? Maybe bring that cute sister or hot mom along?” Jason winked. “I can see you getting possessive,” he grinned. “Don’t worry, they’re your Betas. Nobody would touch them without your permission. But given how much your sister seemed to enjoy watching you just now…” Jason winked again. Before handing him a business card and stepping away.

Dean stopped him. “Uhm… there is one thing…”

“I cannot believe you actually asked for their autographs. You are such a geek!” Samantha giggled, very tipsy. Dean was helping her into bed, his mother had already passed out and he was getting an eyeful of her thong-clad ass. The autographs felt warm in his pocket. Jason had laughed when Dean had asked. Jennifer had taken out a picture of both her and Jason, and pressed her lipstick laden lips against it. Jason had autographed it and written on the back ‘I better see you at the studio this week’. Dean knew he’d make sure to visit.

“Dress!” Samantha demanded, almost falling over as she raised her arms above her head. Dean shook his head, as the Alpha he really should have been taking better care to make sure his Betas didn’t overdo it. But Samantha had been having so much fun he didn’t have the heart to say no. When was the last time she’d been out drinking? When she’d just turned 18 to celebrate her birthday? It hadn’t been long after that when she’d retreated into her shell. Apparently some major creep had demanded free use rights, some old asshole that trolled bars for young people, specifically for birthday parties.

Samantha seemed to have taken it in stride, calling it all part of living. But he knew she’d hated it. She’d hated having to perform for strangers, having them paw at her, fuck her. But in the OZ, where he was the only one with free reign over her body, she’d seemingly come alive. She welcomed him groping her, touching her, fucking her. After his balls had been drained by Rochelle who’d promised to meet them at the hotel tomorrow, he’d danced with his mother and Samantha. His hands had been all over them both, he’d been kissing them, touching them. He’d sucked his mothers tits together with Samantha right there on the dance floor!

And back in the booth, for all to see, Samantha and his mother had given him a double blowjob before Samantha—his Sammy!—had straddled him reverse-cowgirl style, her top pulled down and tits for all to see and had sunk down on his cock right there in public and rode him until he came inside her. The shy shut-in seemed to have been replaced by a sexual wildcat. But… only with him. When another guy approached she’d clung to him almost immediately.

“Baby steps,” he murmured. This week was a good opportunity to get Samantha out of her shell somewhat. She couldn’t depend on him forever; they’d have to go back home at the end of the week and then she’d be free use again. He’d never felt jealous before, so why did that thought bother him so much now?