The Queen Of Hell

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DISCLAIMER #2: This is my first story so please be kind. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. It's a bit of a slow burn so please be patient.

DISCLAIMER #3: Any use of celebrities in this story is for parody purposes only.

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Donna Wyatt walked through the elevator doors, her heels clicking along the smooth tile floor. She looked every bit the professional in a crisp tailored black jacket with a white blouse paired with a black pencil skirt that hugged her natural curves. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back like a waterfall and her sapphire blue eyes stared intently ahead. This was a woman of a supreme confidence that came with being one of the biggest stars in all of Hollywood.

"I'm here to see Mr. Blake" Donna stated.

The receptionist at the front desk looked up. She immediately noticed the star before her and greeted her with a smile. "Go right in Miss Wyatt. Mr. Blake is expecting you." she said with a cheery voice.

Donna pushed through the large, heavy black doors outside of the office and walked in. There were massive panel windows that gave a view of the Hollywood hills that should have been on a postcard. Natural light bathed the office giving it an ethereal quality. The smell of sandalwood and leather filled her nostrils. It was a heady mix that reminded her of an old-school gentleman's club. She half expected to find men in suits and cigars having lively discussions about current events and arguing about the prose of Keats. It was aromatic without being overwhelming.

Damien Blake stood at the window with his back to her. He slowly turned and faced her, his hair dark as a raven catching in the light. He smiled a soft smile when he saw her, the kind that didn't quite reach his dark eyes. "Ah, Miss Wyatt" he replied, his voice as smooth as velvet. He crossed the room in three purposeful steps, his steps as smooth as his voice. He took her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles. It was remarkably old school but she didn't mind it. It was far from the worst greeting that she had ever gotten from a producer. "I've been looking forward to meeting you".

"Mr. Blake" she replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you".

"Call me Damien" he said and he let go of her hand. He gestured to his massive mahogany desk that had a bunch of storyboards and a copy of a screenplay on it. "Please sit down."

Donna pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing her legs in a pose that she had perfected from years of meetings just like this one, adjusting the hem of her skirt as she sat down. Damien took a seat, his eyes never leaving hers. "I must say, I am honored to be meeting with an actress of your caliber. I've seen your work and it is quite extraordinary."

"Thank you Mr...Damien" she answered as she caught herself just in time, "I appreciate that."

Damien leaned in, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as he described his vision for his film. "I'm really excited about this project. It's called Fallen Angels and it's an erotic character study focusing on three disparate women in New York City who each experience a sexual awakening. I think that it will challenge you and make you grow as an actress, push you to embrace a side of yourself that you have never tapped into before."

He continued, "Sarah Bloom and Nora Washington have already signed on. Sarah will play Lily, a freshman college student who is as innocent as they come. However, as her bills and debts pile up, she decides to become a high-end escort in order to pay her tuition. Nora will play Victoria, a Wall Street CEO who dominates men in the boardroom. However, she secretly wants to be the one being dominated. She longs to finally be able to give up control."

Donna raised her eyebrows slightly. Sarah Bloom and Nora Washington were the last people that she had ever expected to be involved in a project like this. Sarah had a reputation as the cute, wholesome girl next door who had always credited her faith for her success. Nora on the other hand was as fierce as they came. She had built her reputation on challenging the status quo, fighting the unfair standards that women in Hollywood had been subjected to for years. For different reasons, she respected both of them.

"And what about my role?" she asked with curiosity, "Where did you envision me fitting into this?"

Damien smiled, "You, Miss Wyatt, have probably my favorite role in the entire movie,"You play the role of Detective Katie Lang. She is a woman who seems to have everything: a loving husband, a great career but she feels that something is missing in her life. As she investigates a series of high-end robberies, she plays cat-and-mouse with a master jewel thief who makes her question everything that she knows and feels. Eventually, she embarks on a forbidden affair that causes her to tear down her stuffy old life and begin a new exciting one".

She had a copy of the script in front of her that she had been leafing through as he was talking. She read the lines for Detective Lang, each one absorbing her more and more into the story. She felt a slight shiver run through her. It was dark and edgy in the best way, in a way that none of her previous projects were, "I must say that this is a lot different than what I'm used to," she replied.

She felt a electric jolt rush through her as his hands made contact with hers. "An actress as smart and beautiful as you, I'm sure that you could pull it off". His gaze met hers. There was a fire in those eyes that made it clear that he wasn't just talking about her skill as an actress.

She had been hit on by producers before. For a woman in Hollywood, it was pretty much a right of passage. However, this felt different. She felt heat surge through her at the sight of his dark eyes gazing into hers. She caught a glimpse of her diamond wedding ring and remembered her husband. She had to stop this. If she didn't, she was going to do something stupid.

"Mr. Blake, I am a married woman" she stated, her tone leaving no room for interpretation, "I really think that we should keep this professional".

Damien let go of her hands and leaned back slightly, giving her space. He lowered his head, "My apologies Miss Wyatt" he replied like a little boy who had just been reprimanded by his parents, "I let myself get carried away. You have my word that our partnership will be strictly professional."

Donna looked him over for any sign of deception. After many years in Hollywood, she could tell when men tried fake respect and sincerity to try and get in her pants. There was a certain glint in their eyes that no amount of bullshit could erase.

She didn't find it in Damien.

"I accept your apology," she said with a hint of warmness. She respected a man who admitted when he was wrong, especially since it was so rare in this town.

She changed the subject. "I read the script and I find it intriguing. I'll do it."

Damien's smile returned. God, that smile...and those eyes. "Splendid. I'll send you the contract to your agent immediately." They both stood up. He reached across and took her hand. "I look forward to working with you".

The heat returned as she took his hand. You're married she reminded herself. "I look forward to working with you too," she answered in the professional tone that she had perfected over the years.

"Production starts in New York in two weeks," Damien added, "I'll send your agent the details".

"See you in two weeks" Donna replied and she turned on her heel and walked out the door. He watched her go, his gaze drifting towards her perfect round ass as it swayed slightly underneath her pencil skirt. Whoever her husband was, he was very lucky to be coming home to a woman as spectacular as her.

As the office doors closed behind her, he stepped back towards the window and stared down at the Hollywood hills beyond. He smiled. To the outside world he was Damien Blake, one of Hollywood's hottest directors. However, he possessed a dark secret.

He was the Devil.

Hollywood had always been one of his favorite places on Earth. It was full of some of the most beautiful and attractive women on Earth, many of whom would make lovely succubi. He went back to his desk and pulled out his files on each of the women that had agreed to star in his latest project: Sarah Bloom, Nora Washington and, last but not least, Donna Wyatt. He was about to add three more.