**Chapter 32: Together? Where's Your Dignity as a Big Star?**

After Charlize Theron invested a significant amount of money in public relations, there was really no competition to speak of.

Naomi Watts, who had only appeared in a few low-budget horror and suspense films, was far behind Charlize Theron in financial power at the time.

At this moment, as Naomi looked at Charlize, there was a glimmer of surprise in her eyes.

Although Charlize Theron wasn't exactly a top-tier star, she had starred in several commercial films and worked with many big names. Among second-tier actresses, she was quite prominent, far surpassing Naomi Watts in fame and status.

According to the internal ranking system of talent agencies, Theron, with a salary of $2 million per film, was already considered a third-tier client.

If she managed to command a $4 million salary, she'd be considered second-tier.

As for the top tier, that required earning more than $8 million per film.

Don't be fooled by stars like Leonardo DiCaprio and Will Smith earning $20 million per movie—that's an exception.

Even they would lower their salaries when starring in dramas, with their typical paychecks hovering around $12 million.

Even Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, who would become globally famous 20 years later, only earned between $20-25 million per film.

And that's 20 years later.

Given that female stars generally earned less than their equally famous male counterparts, the upper limit for actresses was around $12 million.

So, with Charlize Theron pulling in $2 million per movie, she wasn't exactly a small name.

Naomi had seen her fair share of big stars in this bar, like regulars Keanu Reeves and Johnny Depp.

What truly surprised her was that Charlize Theron seemed to have something going on with Wayne!

"Dressed like that, she's clearly aiming to sleep with Wayne!" Naomi thought to herself.

But why would a "big star" like Charlize be interested in Wayne? Even though Wayne was the owner of a film production company, wasn't it just a small one?

Could it be she was simply attracted to Wayne physically?

Naomi didn't believe that for a second.

In her mind, anyone who thought that was truly naive.

But the truth was just that—Charlize Theron was indeed physically attracted to Wayne. At least, that was a big part of why she reached out to him.

"This is Naomi Watts, a very talented actress I've just met," Wayne introduced with a smile.

Charlize didn't hide her appraising gaze as she sized up Naomi from a superior stance.

It was clear that Charlize, after years in Hollywood, had already figured out what Naomi was up to and why she'd approached Wayne.

Trading your body for opportunities, although often a fruitless endeavor, could be worth it if it succeeded even once.

This was Hollywood, after all, where opportunities were everything.

"Darling, can you get me an apple martini as well?"

Charlize ordered a drink identical to Naomi's, smiling as she said, "You're right, dear. With an actress as beautiful as Miss Watts here, her acting skills must be exceptional."

Naomi wasn't dumb; she immediately caught the hidden meaning in Charlize's words and nervously glanced at Wayne.

But Wayne seemed oblivious, taking a sip of his icy cocktail and smiling. "Since Sally, you think so highly of her, why don't you two try working together tonight?"

*Cough cough—*

Charlize nearly choked on her drink, coughing violently.

She had seen plenty of men play games in Hollywood, but none as composed and refined as Wayne, with his handsome features and elegant demeanor.

Yet Wayne had said those very words.

The term "wolf in sheep's clothing" popped into Charlize's mind, and the stark contrast between his appearance and behavior made her even more intrigued.

Who could resist a handsome, wealthy man like Wayne?

For reference, think of Tony Stark in the movies. Wayne was not only better-looking than Tony, but his physique was far superior too.

Naomi took a moment longer than Charlize to react, her eyes widening in surprise at Wayne's suggestion.

What shocked her even more was that despite Wayne's outrageous proposal, Charlize didn't seem angry at all.

Where was her temper? Where was her dignity as a big star?

If Charlize wasn't into something kinky, there was only one other explanation: Wayne's power and influence were far greater than Naomi had imagined, enough to make Charlize act this way.

Realizing this, Naomi's excitement only grew.

Three people? She had never tried that before.

But if Wayne could really offer her an opportunity, she didn't mind giving it a shot.

Besides, what if Charlize backed out?

"Sure, Wayne, if it's you, I don't mind at all~"

Naomi even shot Charlize a provocative glance, which made Charlize raise her eyebrows in response.

Of course, Charlize didn't want Naomi intruding on her date with Wayne, but she wasn't about to back down from a challenge posed by a "small fry."

"Then it's settled. After we finish this drink, we'll head to my place!" Charlize declared boldly.

From a distance, the bartender, who had been polishing glasses, couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He'd worked here long enough to see actresses competing over men, but those men were usually Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, or the recently rising Keanu Reeves.

But Wayne?

"He's just the owner of a small production company," the bartender thought bitterly.

To him, it made sense for someone like Naomi to suck up to Wayne, but even Charlize? That was too absurd.

But no amount of bitterness or disbelief could change the fact that, after downing their drinks, Wayne walked out of the bar, arms around both Charlize and Naomi.

This scene didn't go unnoticed by others who knew the two women. While it left them shocked, it also piqued their curiosity about Wayne.

Soon, even though Wayne hadn't released a single film, and not a single fan knew him, his name began spreading among the actors and especially the actresses who frequented this bar.

When some inquired about Wayne's background and learned that Hemera Productions had already invested in two independent films with budgets of $10 million each, 95% of the women in the bar became even more interested in him.

We all sat down in the living room and had a few drinks. The tension between Sally and Naomi was palpable, but in a good way.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and pulled Sally and Naomi to their feet. "Let's take this to the bedroom," I said, my voice low and husky.

Once in the bedroom, I wasted no time. I pulled Sally's shirt over her head and started kissing her neck. She moaned softly, her hands running through my hair.

I turned to Naomi and started undressing her, my hands roaming over her curves. She gasped as I took her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting gently.

Sally watched us for a moment, then started undressing herself. She crawled onto the bed and spread her legs, inviting me to taste her.

I gladly accepted the invitation. I knelt between her legs and started licking her pussy, my tongue exploring every inch of her. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against my face.

Naomi watched us for a moment, then climbed onto the bed and started playing with Sally's breasts. Sally reached out and started stroking Naomi's thighs, her fingers inching closer and closer to Naomi's pussy.

I could feel Sally's orgasm building, her moans getting louder and louder. I slipped a finger inside her, then two, fucking her hard as I continued to lick her clit.

Sally came hard, her body shaking with pleasure. Naomi and I watched her, our hands still exploring each other's bodies.

Once Sally had caught her breath, she turned to Naomi. "I want to taste you," she said, her voice husky.

Naomi grinned and spread her legs, inviting Sally to explore. Sally eagerly accepted the invitation, her tongue darting out to taste Naomi's pussy.

I watched them for a moment, then stood up and took off my pants. Naomi looked up at me, her eyes hungry. "I want to feel you inside me," she said.

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself behind Naomi. She reached back and guided me inside her, her pussy tight and hot around my cock.

Sally watched us for a moment, then climbed onto Naomi's face, her pussy hovering over Naomi's mouth. Naomi eagerly started licking Sally's pussy, her hands gripping Sally's ass.

I started fucking Naomi hard, my balls slapping against her ass. She moaned loudly, her pussy clenching around my cock.

Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet around my balls. I looked down and saw Sally's mouth wrapped around them, her tongue swirling around them.

I groaned, my orgasm building. I grabbed Naomi's hips and started fucking her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass.

Sally moaned loudly, her pussy grinding against Naomi's face. Naomi's moans got louder and louder, her pussy clenching around my cock.

I came hard, my cock throbbing inside Naomi's pussy. She moaned loudly, her pussy milking every last drop of cum from my cock.

We all collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath.

"That was amazing," Sally said, her voice husky.

Naomi grinned. "Yeah, it was."

I smiled, my hand reaching out to squeeze Sally's. "I told you it would be worth your while."

That night, Wayne's god-like performance completely reshaped Charlize and Naomi's perceptions in certain ways.

Afterward, Charlize even felt grateful for Naomi's participation.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have made it to the film set the next day.

"Cut!"

"Charlize, you're a bit off today."

"Sorry, director. Give me five minutes to adjust."

Charlize glared at Wayne, who was sitting with Jessica, and apologized to director James Wan.

The scene they were filming was the final one in the movie. After the villainous second female lead, Lori, was taken out by Teri, a TV reporter interviews Danielle, the sorority president.

During the interview, "Danielle" uses exaggerated language and gestures to mock Lori as reclusive and antisocial, claiming she'd always suspected Lori was mentally unstable, a psychopathic killer.

It was meant to be a bit of dark humor.

Charlize was exhausted from the previous night. Even with makeup, she lacked the energy required for the flamboyant performance in Wan's script, causing her to shoot four NGs in a row.

She had even messed up more than Jessica, the "eye candy."

(End of Chapter)