(Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy; names and places are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.)



Rose Byrne: XXX-Men



Goddess In Hellfire




It was almost six in the morning when they resumed filming, the star of the show enjoying a steamy shower and quick nap before coming back to the set and shucking her robe. The Las Vegas streets were still busy when she hurried from the Lincoln Continental in her black bra and panties, matching pumps clicking rhythmically on the pavement, but were just empty enough that they could apply a little CG and make the 2011 summer season appear as if it was October of 1962.



“Whoa there,” the bouncer at the door of Sebastian Shaw’s Hellfire Club said when she tried to follow the group of strippers and whores inside. “Just hang on a minute, baby. You got some ID?”



Rose Byrne laughed. “Are you serious? Look at me. Where would I keep it?”



The man smirked, already rubbing his crotch while he looked her over. “I can think of a couple of places.”



“Real funny.” Rose sighed, then crossed her arms across her perky chest while tapping her foot. “You gonna let me in or not?”



“That depends, honey.”



“Yeah, on what?”



“On how quickly you’re gonna see the light and suck my dick.”


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