[Long Live the Director] Chapter 5: A Sensation {1}

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Chapter Five: A Sensation {1}
This day happened to be the day I was invited to the banquet. In the morning, I put on a well-fitting suit.
Why a suit? Think about it, the place I was going to was the Imperial Hotel. What kind of place is that? Only
people of status and position can go there. Since Marskolov was hosting a birthday party for his daughter,
how many influential figures in the film industry would he invite? This was also an opportunity for me, so I had to dress
properly.
There wasn't much going on that day; the wrap-up work on the film was proceeding smoothly. We
finished the final touches one by one. By lunchtime, we had finished our work. Berg,
clutching his back, exclaimed, "Boss, finally finished!" My words made him dejected again.
I said, "Fatty, I'm going to dinner tonight. You and Gans edit. I need to get it approved tomorrow." With that
, I quickly slipped away. As expected, a deafening roar erupted behind me: "Boss, you're taking revenge!
I hate you!" The first part was alright, but the second part sent chills down my spine, reminding me of a movie called "Brokeback
Mountain." That afternoon, we filmed several outdoor scenes, including a few large-scale battle scenes. Berg also filmed
some special effects, which would make the movie more visually appealing—a win-win situation. Finally, we
tidied up the props the crew had brought and had Gans return them. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; finally, the
filming was complete. It was truly remarkable. In the blink of an eye, over three months had passed, and a movie was finished. In the 21st
century, such efficiency would be impossible.
As night fell, Harvey Street was shrouded in darkness, with only a few faint lights visible. But at DreamWorks
, the lights were blazing, and a dozen people were frantically editing. Gans whispered to Berg, "The boss
is probably doing something heinous right now, isn't he?" Berg retorted angrily, "That's for sure, and it's necessary.
The boss is chasing girls without his brothers; that's wrong. I hope he drowns in women." They were buried in their work, striving for tomorrow
's approvals. I, too, was striving for my own career, but they were in a dark room, while I was on a woman's
belly, haha.
That's the difference.
"Achoo!" I was standing at the entrance of the Empire Hotel, looking up at the building. My heart was filled with passion,
but suddenly a chill ran through me. Someone must be cursing me. The Empire State Building is located in the heart of Hollywood;
its importance is like Beijing's importance in China. So it's bustling with traffic, a
place of extravagance for the wealthy, filled with the smell of money.
Upon entering the Imperial Hotel, my eyes widened in disbelief
. The entire lobby was carpeted with luxurious carpets, and the surroundings were resplendent in gold. My heart skipped a beat! Everywhere I looked, there were sculptures, so classically elegant. But beneath each sculpture was a
scantily clad woman—the intense visual impact was enough to turn any man into a wolf. This was truly a man's paradise
.
A man approached me; it was Marskolov. He smiled broadly, shook my hand, and
said, "Mr. Corleone, you're right on time. It's a pleasure to have you at my daughter's birthday celebration. Please follow me
." We entered the lobby, which was already packed with people. Some were sitting, some were standing, some were exchanging
greetings, and some were chatting merrily. They all shared one thing in common: they were all dressed in designer suits and wore expensive watches—
each one a hypocrite.
When Marskolov saw me standing motionless at the door, he called out, "Mr. Corleone?"
Instantly, all the beasts in the hall focused their attention on me. Some looked at me with disdain, some with suspicion
, some with mockery… in short, all sorts of glances. I silently cheered myself on and followed Marskolov
. Here, I even ran into the film moguls I had met before.
After a while, Marskolov, seeing that almost everyone had arrived, clapped his hands and laughed, "Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you all for coming to my daughter's birthday celebration."
He looked around and continued, "First, as usual, everyone find a partner."
As he spoke, more than twenty women walked in from the doorway, all scantily clad—in short, "sexy."
The beasts immediately cheered, "Hooray!" One by one, they reached out their lecherous hands to the women, eagerly
pulling them into their arms. Seeing their lecherous expressions, I was reminded of
the 21st century I'd traveled to, of those women who maintained their bodies, and of those who appeared gentlemanly in public but were scoundrels
in private. The full spectrum of human nature was laid bare before me, and I couldn't help but drift into endless daydreams.
Seeing me lost in thought, Marskolov nudged me and asked, "Mr. Corleone, what's wrong
?"
I snapped out of it, smiled, and said, "Just now, um… I was thinking about something."
Marskolov looked enlightened. After a while, seeing that I remained unmoved by the women before him
, he looked puzzled and asked, "Aren't you going to choose one?" I thought to myself,
"You little brat, trying to test me? I won't let you have your way."
I put on a mysterious air and said, "Well, I never get involved with women, thank you." This
made me feel incredibly cool, but…
Marskolov looked like he understood, but his lips twitched slightly. Damn it, this idiot thinks
I'm gay.
Damn it, this is unacceptable! I pulled a fair-skinned little girl into my arms. Marskolov
was taken aback, then laughed. I smiled awkwardly and kissed her on the lips, the aftertaste lingering on my lips,
soft and sweet. It truly proved the saying, "A woman is always a hero's soft haven."
The lobby was already half empty, because there were many small private rooms around the lobby. I carried the little girl to find
a room. After finally finding one, I locked the door and couldn't help but sigh that the hotel designer really understood us men;
we didn't need to have sex in the open. The little girl had already started undressing. Americans are so open; they got straight to
the point. In comparison, I found Asian women too conservative. A consensual act was treated like rape
—how boring.
The little girl was completely naked, lying on the bed, legs spread, waiting for me to take her. A man can't resist; if he does...
"I'm a eunuch now." I roared, lunging forward. It felt so good! The woman beneath me was so soft,
so incredibly good. I eagerly stripped off my clothes. Little Lori knelt between my legs, her small mouth taking my glans into her
mouth. My penis was being sucked by a soft, warm hole, and with the soft tongue licking it from above, I felt
...it was fucking amazing.
Looking down at Little Lori swallowing my massive member, she looked up at me with a submissive expression.
Damn, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I quickly pulled out my penis and then used the missionary position, becoming
one with her. "It's so tight down there," I couldn't help but exclaim. I thrust, listening to Lori's cries: "Sir,
you're amazing, you really know how to play! Okay, deeper, yes, like that, harder... ah... ah."
Because of the pleasure below, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Baby, you're so tight down there! I'll fuck you until you're
loose, then you'll dare play with other men again! Ah, so good, little baby, tell me, isn't my penis the biggest
?"
Lori: "Mmm... ah... so good! Come on, big cock brother, come on, harder! Your cock is the biggest
! Ha, it's hitting my G-spot!"
I felt my penis hitting a protruding flesh. With a thrust, my glans pushed open the cervix,
and I felt a small opening sucking my penis in, constantly massaging it. It was pure bliss. I used to always play with
date rape, but today I finally played with a conscious woman; the feeling was completely different.
Little Lori was almost in shock from my thrusting; her eyes were rolling back. I felt my lower body getting tighter and tighter; it seemed
she was about to climax. My lower body was also about to burst, and I started moving frantically, even harder and
faster than before.
Little Lori cried out, "Quick... I'm... going to... come, ah... ah... I'm coming for you."
I felt her spurt out cool fluid, splashing onto my glans, making my whole body tremble involuntarily: "I'm going to
cum."
Little Lori grabbed my arm, shouting, "Cum inside, cum inside me quickly."
I couldn't hold back any longer and cummed deep inside her.
After cumming, we lay together, enjoying the last afterglow.
Damn, that was awesome.
After sleeping for about ten minutes, Little Lori woke me up, helped me get dressed, we exchanged names, and then
I returned to the hall.
Some people had already returned to the hall; most of them looked listless, and some had even gone straight to sleep
. Heh, they've all been drained dry. Let's see how they explain this to their wives. They're all taking risks,
none of them are good people. Pah, this includes me too. I'm a man who cherishes women, how could I do such a
thing? What a scoundrel, right? Hehe. Thinking of this, I chuckled. A particularly cunning laugh.
When I came to my senses, I found all the patrons back in the hall, their faces beaming with satisfied
smiles, so lewd, no different from those perverted old men.
Seeing everyone had arrived, Marskolov smiled, stood up, and said, "Our little princess has arrived."
The side of the hall suddenly opened, and a beautiful figure walked in, making everyone perk up again. This was Marskolov
's daughter, Leni
.

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