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Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 01

By: hollywoodjim



It was this past summer when I took an old friend up on an offer to come out to L.A. and work for his photography business. My prospects were pretty dim for the summer when I accepted. So I packed up my old Honda Accord and made the drive west (always helps to have friends willing to pay for your gas money). When I finally saw the skyline of Los Angeles and the "Hollywood" sign, I knew I was in another world. My friend Chris had a burgeoning business doing promotional photography work and my experience with computers really helped him. We'd known each other for years and he gave me the nickname of "Hollywood Jim", mainly because of my love of films and show biz in general. After just a few days there I knew this was where I wanted to be. The idea that I was actually part of the place I'd only read about before, If only on the peripheral edge of it, was incredible. 

One day Chris told me about a super secret assignment he'd accepted doing some new promotional photos. He couldn't tell me of whom, just that it was a secret and if it got out the world would be encamped on his property. I was intrigued but with a town like Hollywood this could be anyone.

When the day arrived I came to work as usual, but noticed several SUV's in our parking lot loaded with guys toting long lens cameras, jabbering into cellphones and looking at me with a mix of suspicion and envy. It was as if we'd suddenly opened a used car lot. I was forced to park behind the studio by the garbage dumpster, how un-Hollywood.

"Hey Chris, what's with the extra trucks out front?"

"Did you tell anyone about today?" he sternly asked

"Of course not! What's going on?" I asked again

"OK, I guess I can tell you now. The shots are for Paris Hilton, she's got a new perfume line coming out and needs photos taken, so she hired me for the shots. I kept it a secret because of what's outside. I've seen how those guys operate and it's not pretty."

"Paris? Really, wow!" I said

"Yeah, yeah you get to do some star gazing today. Just don't drool on the merchandise" Chris said with a touch of world-weary cynicism as he checked his watch.

"Well, what time does the princess arrive?" I said with the same tone

"Right about...now," he said as his cellphone rang "She said she'd call when she was pulling up so we could get her in fast."

Chris grabbed me and we dashed to the door amidst a chattering of cameras and flashbulbs and let Ms. Hilton in. She struck me as a little shorter than I imagined, a little bit thin, perhaps. But with every possible detail taken care of in the looks department. She was definitely rattled by the crush of paparazzi. Her assistants followed her in and brushed me aside and went off with Chris to do the preparations for the shoot. I think I heard her say "hi" to me with that typical Paris smile. But that was the extent of my encounter with the heiress. 

Or so I thought!

Over the next 2 hours I could hear music booming on our sound system, scattered chatter from Chris and the assistants and the "pop-pop-pop" of the flashbulbs and strobe lights. I poked my head in a few times and could see Paris in several slinky outfits. Among them a hot pink mini-dress and a white silk nightgown that seemed to ooze romance. But my job was to watch the doors and make sure no prying eyes got in, other than my own. The shoot seemed to be going well from what I could hear. 

When I finally heard Chris yell; "OK everybody that's a wrap!" I could tell he was excited. He dashed over to me and said 

"Hollywood, we've hit the big time! Suit up pal, we're partying tonight!" 

One of Paris' assistants then called him over and said;

"We've got a problem." 

"What?" Chris said in fear

"Ms. Hilton's car cannot get out of your lot, the paparazzi are all over. Either you make proper arrangements or this shoot is history."

Chris was panic-stricken. Here he had the biggest photo shoot of his career about to blow up in his face. He turned to me and pleaded 

"What do I do, man?"

I thought for a minute, 

"Don't you have a basement entrance?"

"Yeah."

"OK, my car is down there I'll take her out in the trunk. Is that OK?" I asked her assistant

"Is it at least clean?" she asked skeptically

Before I could answer Chris jumped in and said

"Are you kidding? He has a hazmat crew clean it every week, right Hollywood?" Chris said like a true con artist.

"Right." I said

The assistant agreed to our plan and went to get her client.

Paris reappeared wearing a grey hoodie, baseball cap, big sunglasses, a crew of minders, and me escorting her down to the basement. Once we got there, I pulled my car up to the door and popped the trunk.

"I'm going out in the trunk? Oh how cool!" she laughed

"I'm sure my trunk is honored too." I muttered

We then drove out of the back, past the paparazzi that had no idea the object of their lenses had just driven away, not in a Mercedes, but in a '97 Honda. As I glanced back in my mirror I could see an assistant taking care of Paris' car.

Our plan was to drive a few blocks away to a nearby pizza place, then I'd pop open the trunk, she'd get out and I'd drive her home. Once I'd extracted Ms. Hilton, we drove on. Paris giggled as she got out but said very little to me, she was chattering into her cellphone as we drove. I was embarrassed to ask her for directions. 

"Oh, 1214 Bravo Drive, its a few blocks up." she said 

I was trying to act cool about this entire escapade but I had a real celebrity I'd only seen in magazines sitting next to me, simply dressed, as un-glam as possible. I knew an opportunity like this was never going to repeat itself but I had no idea what to say at this moment. "Hollywood Jim" had suddenly become "Tongue-tied Jim". 

"Um, you like the Yankees?" noticing her cap

"Oh, it was given to me. I really don't follow sports much, why? Are you a fan?"

"Uh, no I'm a Red Sox guy. But then again I just moved out here so I guess I'll have to become a Dodgers fan."

"Really? From where?"

"Connecticut"

"I went to school there, down in Greenwich." 

When we reached her house, the gate slowly opened revealing a Spanish style house. At the top of the winding driveway there was a 3 car garage, one bay's door was open and a black Jaguar convertible peered out. 

"Is that a Jag?" I asked

"Uh-huh, I just got it yesterday. I'm still trying to figure it out, you want to see it?"

"Sure, I, well, uh I really should get back to Chris'. He's a friend and I don't want to let him down. You know, make him think I'm all "Hollywood Jim" and all" 

(Oh why did I just say that?)

"Hollywood Jim?" Paris asked with a smile

"Uh, long story, it's a nickname I got from Chris, it's a long story. I really should be going, it was a pleasure to meet you Ms. Hilton, I promise to always stay at your hotels." I said shaking her hand rather pitifully. But she responded by taking my hand and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I could smell a beautiful perfume that melted any nervousness I may have had in her presence. 

"It was nice meeting you 'Hollywood Jim'." she said with a shy smile and a giggle as she trotted up to her front door.

As I drove back I tried not to replay what just happened and what I should've said to her. All the paparazzi were gone when I arrived back at the studio. Chris was bouncing off the ceiling with excitement.

"Hollywood! I told you we'd be partying tonight! I just got off the phone with her publicist. We've got invites to her launch party! You've got to smuggle more clients out in that old wreck of yours!"

The party that night was certainly spectacular. There were lots of celebs and though I tried not to gawk, it was hard not to. Chris was wandering the room with me. He'd been to many of these soirees` so he knew how to play the Hollywood party game. He'd introduce me to some actress or singer and before I could try to converse, it was off to the next one. After a few hit and run intros I spotted a bar and quickly headed there. I got a glass of wine, stood for a moment and took in the scene. It was hard to believe I was really here.

"Well, well, well look who's here. Mr. Hollywood."

I turned and there was Paris. She looked stunning in a white mini dress. Her heels matched the dress. And it was topped off with several diamond necklaces, of course.

"Hi, uh, it's amazing to be here. Thank you for inviting me."

"Oh, it was the least I could do." she then turned to some friends and told them about her escapade with me. They all laughed, seemingly whenever she did.

I wandered about the party and after awhile I noticed that Chris was nowhere to be found. He'd driven me here, I had no way home and wasn't even sure where exactly this shindig was. I saw one of Paris' companions and asked where we were so I could get a cab home. 

"So good of me to find you, Paris has been looking for you, darling."

"Huh?"

"Yes, she's taking some of us up to her new home and wanted to know if you could come too, she's dying to show it off. Paris, dear!" she called

Before I knew what was happening we were off in her Mercedes ML350 cruising through Hollywood. Paris was driving and concentrated on the road (I suppose when you get a DUI, you concentrate on your driving more) while others were talking on their phones and texting one another. They all seemed like superficial hangers-on to me. 

When we arrived at her house it was well after midnight. She proudly showed us the rooms decorated very elegantly. She said her Mom did most of the work. The kitchen was large and looked out on a kidney-shaped pool and cabana house. A media room featured a 60" plasma TV and overstuffed chairs and couches for watching movies. There were framed family photos on the walls and shelves. Everyone began wandering the place calling out to her with things they saw. I walked outside to the pool and saw the view of L.A., still taking in the realization of where I now was.

After a while I heard fewer voices inside, then no voices. 

"Hey, Hollywood! Let me get you a drink!" Paris called

"Oh, just water will be fine Ms. Hilton." I said

She had changed into a pink juicy couture sweatsuit and came out with a bottle of water. 

"It's Paris, you don't have to be formal around me."

"OK, it's just strange saying that."

"Like the house?"

"It's amazing (that seemed to be my standard response to everything I saw that night) it's definitely you."

"Come on; let me show you my favorite place."

She then led me up the stairs to her bedroom, a large 4 poster king size bed dominated the room. It was a remarkably simple room for someone like her. A few comfortable reading chairs, a loveseat, and floor to ceiling mirrors stood out. The TV here was equal to the one in her media room. She led me onto a large stone balcony with a pair of chaise lounge chairs.

She took in the view as I did and calmly said

"This is my favorite place. Sometimes when I can't sleep I'll come out here and look at the stars. It's so peaceful, especially in the early morning. Like now."

"I believe you."

She turned to me and cocked her head slightly saying

"You know, I never did thank you for this morning."

"Sure you did, you invited me to your party, now I'm here. That's a helluva thank you if you ask me."

"Well, yes I suppose."

I couldn't help but look at the face that was seen all over the world

"You have very pretty eyes."

"Thank you." she said sweetly, with a smile 

"Cartier`?"

"No, they're all mine." she said with a giggle

She then placed her hand on mine

"And I'm all yours."

I was thunderstruck

She slowly put her arms around me and we kissed. Her lips and skin were so soft and I could feel her tongue slowly do its dance with mine. I was melting in her grasp. When our lips parted I asked

"Where's everyone else?"

"They're long gone. It's just you...and me."

We kissed again and my hands slowly felt her body through her suit. The small of her back seemed to provoke an "mmmm..Yes" from her. Her body felt incredibly soft and warm to the touch. Passion, apprehension and confusion swirled around me as we continued kissing.

"Are you, are you sure this is alright?" I stammered

"Don't be nervous, we're all alone." she calmly whispered

Her hands drifted to the front of my khakis and began to rub them. The reaction was instantaneous. 

"Oooooh, I like this." she said

"I do too." I whispered

"Good."

She began to sway back and forth and continued kissing me while rubbing my growing erection. My hands moved to her suit and I began rubbing her ass through it. I worked up enough nerve to slip my hand underneath it and discovered she had no underwear on. Apparently not even a thong. A soft moan came from her lips as I caressed her ass. She stopped kissing and said 

"It's getting a little cold, let's go inside." she took my hand and led me in.

I stood, my legs quivering, at the foot of her bed as she went to a chest of drawers and checked herself in the immense mirror. I came up from behind her and embraced her kissing her neck. She sighed in ecstasy. I found the zipper to her jacket and slowly worked it down exposing her tits. Paris might not have a huge rack, but they felt like soft golden pillows tipped with large pink areolas that I worked with my fingers. She watched herself get fondled in the mirror. Her mouth was open, eyes closed. I could hear her breathing get more rapid. My hand went down to the suit's waistband and I slipped a hand inside. She was ultra-smooth to the touch and getting wetter by second.

"Ohhh..Jim, keep doing that." she sighed

I did as I was told

She leaned her head back and kissed me some more as my hand continued its journey.

"Ohhh...don't stop." she said

I found the laces of her pants and undid them with a slow tug. She shimmied her hips a little and the pants dropped to the floor. She turned to me and removed the jacket.

Except for a smile, Paris Hilton was now completely naked and standing in front of me. 

She embraced me and began removing my clothes. My black t-shirt came off and we embraced, feeling each other's bodies against one another. She undid my belt and felt my dick through my (fake) silk boxers. Her hand worked its way inside and exposed my fully hard dick. When the boxers came off we experienced that first naked embrace. She felt incredibly soft and incredibly wet as my hard dick rubbed against her pussy. She looked down at it and smiled at me

"It's beautiful, nice and smooth. Can I kiss it?"

"Please do."

She got down on her knees and began to slowly kiss and lick my dick. Her tongue skirted all around the shaft, and her head began to bob back and forth as she took it all in her mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see our reflection on the walls.

"Hey, we can watch ourselves." I said

She looked over and said

"That's why they're there, honey." and resumed her lip service

It was like a dream, her satin tongue working the entire length of my dick. Occasionally I'd hear "mmmm" from her. She used her hand to rub my dick too. Her other hand seemed to be rubbing her pussy. I didn't want to end things too quick, but I was ready and eager. I pulled her up and rubbed her pussy with my hand, saying "my turn". I went to my knees and began to kiss and lick her pussy, she let out a series of moans and gasps as she watched herself in the mirrors. 

"I want to look at you naked." I said. 

She stood in front of me doing the same kinds of poses we'd seen millions of times elsewhere. Only this time they involved rubbing her pussy, fondling her tits, and showing off her ass. She sat down on one of the chairs smiling at me as her fingers worked their way into her pink folds. It was tough not to grab my dick and finish things myself. I crouched down for a closer look, and continued my lip service. She tasted so sweet, my tongue slowly licking every inch of her, and my fingers probing too. I took a finger out and slowly rubbed it on her nipples, she cooed in delight. But I knew there was so much more. I had her stand, and I swept her up into my arms. Then I gently laid her on the bed and lay next to her. She reached over to her nightstand and pulled out a condom, slowly putting it on me.

"I'm on the pill but it's always good to be careful."

She looked at my dick, now wrapped up like a perfect gift

"Let's fuck honey." she said with a smile

She lay on her back, rubbing her pussy as I got into position. I was so nervous. But my equipment wasn't. I entered her ever so slowly and her eyes widened slightly then confidently smiled saying "that's good baby, just like that." I stayed there for a second then slowly began pushing in and out. She felt so hot and moist and she began to breathe heavily, saying "ohhh...baby...like that...oh what a good fuck you are...I love this." All I could muster was a whispered "beautiful" as I looked into her eyes. It felt so good, so dream-like that my body seemed to set the pace from slow to fast to slow again. All the while, Paris kept up a stream of moans and whispered words of pleasure. 

"Baby....ohh my God...that's it honey...yes". She sat up slightly, 

"Do me from behind."

She didn't have to ask me twice!

She was up on her knees looking at my still-hard dick when she turned around and raised her ass up proudly. I rubbed her ass, kissed the cheeks, then positioned my dick at her pussy and reinserted. She gasped slightly but quickly started to enjoy the new feeling. I quickened my pace and she began to moan and grunt saying "yes..yes...ohh yes...fuck me...ohhh God! I'm gonna come!" We were watching ourselves in the mirrors and she clearly looked turned on. She giggled some more

"Wow, this is so fucking cool." she said through her moans

I pulled out and turned her around for more kissing. I was fondling her tits and eagerly sucked on one. She was holding and stroking my dick. I was stroking her pussy. She pushed me down on my back and moved to climb on top of my dick. It slid right in and she moved herself up and down on it, still cooing and moaning. "Ohhh, Jim...sooo good...ohhh God!" she leaned down to deeply kiss me and her breathing sounded even sexier close up. She then leaned way back and deeply grunted "Uhhhhhh...yeah! Oh God! Fuck yeah!" I sat up with her still in me and embraced her as I felt my come building. She wrapped her legs around my back. 

"Oh baby...here I come.."

"Do it baby...do it!"

"Uhhhh....ohhh God!"

"Yes..yes...yes...come in me baby...ohhhh!"

And I felt the rush as I filled the condom and felt drained of energy, Paris was still breathing heavy and moaning as she felt my energy drain. We slowly collapsed onto the bed. She felt like a feather on top of me. With whatever energy I had left my hands caressed her back and ass. She slowly got off of me and rested her head on my chest, stroking it. 

"That was wonderful." I whispered

"No, you were wonderful." she replied

We lay there in the silent room and fell asleep, naked in each other's arms. 

In the midst of my slumber I somehow heard water running and the click of light switches. Then, voices in the other rooms. But my body hadn't the strength to move, only sleep. I was then awakened by the electronic tone of the phone at her bedside. Not sure if it was real, or if I should answer it, I picked up the phone and gave a tentative "hello?"

"Hey sleepy head, good morning!" it was Paris, sounding sweet even in the morning

"Hey, where are you?" I was obviously confused

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there but I had a breakfast meeting I couldn't get out of."

"Oh, OK I understand."

"Think you'll be alright?"

"Um, yeah I guess so."

"Cool, there's a driver downstairs who'll take you wherever you need to go. I'll call you real soon, baby. You're a special guy Hollywood." she said with that Paris giggle.


Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 01



"Thanks, you're special too."

"I gotta go baby, I'll call you soon." and I heard her kiss the phone

"OK, bye."

I hung up the phone and suddenly realized, breakfast! What time was it? I scrambled to find my watch. It was 9:30am! I quickly gathered my clothes and dashed down the stairs and out the front door nearly bowling over the driver. Who with a clipped English accent said;

"Good morning sir, where would you like to go?"

"Oh, uh, this address."

I fished around my pants pockets, handed him Chris' business card and got into the Lincoln Town Car that served as my transport. While still dressing I called Chris, expecting the worst

"Chris I'm on my way to the studio, I'm sorry I-"

"Hollywood! You old dog you!" he said excitedly

"Huh?"

"I know where you were, man! No need for apologies, you get yourself home and come in later on, it's really slow here now. I can handle things."

"OK, I'll be there in like 2 hours, I'm really sorry."

"You lucky old dog you! Seriously man, get used to this. There's gonna be a lot more nights like this, trust me. Pace yourself dude." and he hung up

A lot more nights like this? Pace myself? As the car smoothly rolled along I had to wonder, could they get any better than last night? Nah, there's no way. 

Or is there?



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 02



"Wake up Hollywood, we're here!" Chris said. 

I awoke from my slumber in the car to see the sign "Welcome to Palm Springs". We'd driven through the night in Chris' Jeep Cherokee to an assignment we got at the last minute. Our assignment this time was to shoot photos for Rhianna's new album. Our location would be the deserts of Palm Springs. And we'd be in a first class resort for what was expected to be a weekend shoot. Neither of us had been here before, so it was bound to be a weekend to remember.

The resort was everything we'd expected, her record company had sprung for first class rooms and everything would be on their tab. Still, it was hard for me to not look at the prices on everything. 

It was incredibly hot there, even at 8 AM when we pulled in. We were met by Amy from the record company, who briefed us on what to expect. Rhianna would arrive later that day, she was giving a private concert that night, so our shoot would have to be quick and efficient. 

When she did arrive, it was amidst a convoy of jet-black Hummer trucks. Even though I knew she was relatively tall, she looked like a midget compared to the "walking tree trunks" that served as her entourage. Each one was more menacing than the next. I was petrified to look at her, let alone say "hello". The lead guard was named "Junior" and he immediately started barking orders to Chris and I. It seemed like every scrap of equipment we had was analyzed, I would hope for authenticity, and not for "pawn shop value". 

Needless to say, the shoot didn't go well. Rhianna was complaining the whole time, the shots didn't look good, Junior tried to take over everything. And we were fighting the clock. When it became clear this assignment wouldn't be good, Chris said "OK, everybody that's it, thank you Rhianna". To which one of her minders sternly told Chris she was never to be addressed by her first name. She was then hustled out of our workspace. And we stood there in silence looking at each other. 

"Its days like this," Chris said slowly, his voice rising in volume, "that make me wonder why I ever got in this fuckin' racket!" he then yelled.

"Hey, you didn't know anything like this would happen, I'm just as mad as you!" I said

"Is there anything usable on there?" Chris said as he pointed to my laptop

"Maybe. Look we're here, let's take advantage of this place. We've been working our tails off lately, let's try and salvage this weekend. We'll go to her show tonight-"

Chris immediately interrupted me saying;

"Oh no, we're not that privileged Hollywood!" He said sarcastically

"What do you mean?"  

"We're not worthy of this private show of hers, we just get to take the pictures."

"Wonderful!" I said 

"I'm about ready to just pack up and go home!" he yelled

"Well, I'm staying." I said firmly.

Chris was silent, clearly thinking about what I said.

"OK, like you said, we're here." Chris said more calmly.

At least the food was good, and the pool area was top-notch. We spent the remainder of the day lazing in the sun, watching bikini-clad girls walk by. We later found out some were with Rhianna's show. And they all seemed to be going to this area of the complex marked "VIP's only". As you'd expect, the entrance was guarded by another walking tree trunk, probably Junior's partner "Senior". 

"Well, I guess that's the closest we'll get to her show, right Hollywood?" Chris said.

"Sure looks that way." I said.

As evening fell, we could hear bits of her show around the complex. I was never a hip-hop fan so it all sounded like heavy bass to me. Somehow I got a few hours of sleep. At around 4 AM, I couldn't sleep anymore. It would be another hour or two before the restaurant started breakfast. So I figured I'd take advantage of an empty pool complex. 

When I got down there, I noticed the VIP area entrance was open, and not guarded. So being the curious one I had to take a peek inside. It was incredibly quiet, only the sound of water splashing in the pool could be heard. I slowly walked in, all the while checking if any security honcho would toss me out. There were none. The pool was very large and rectangular shaped, probably Olympic-sized. The water was crystal clear. On either side were small cabanas with lounge chairs. And high bushes bordered the whole area.

And there was a solitary figure in the pool, wearing a 1 piece white swimsuit, slowly swimming laps. The figure stopped and looked up through goggles.

It was Rhianna.

"Hi!" she said pleasantly

"Hello," I said with hesitation and a slight wave "I hope I'm not intruding, the door was open and I was curious what this place looked like. It's nice."

She stood up in the water and looked at me a little more closely.

"You're one of the guys from yesterday." She said

"Uh, I'm afraid so. Maybe I should be going-"

"No, no, stay!" she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, come on. Stay awhile. You probably don't get to see something like this everyday." she said.

"OK." 

She was right in more ways than one. I didn't get to see something like this every day. Here was one of the biggest stars in music right in front of me, telling me I should stay where I was. Who was I to argue?  

She swam over to the edge of the pool and rested her elbows on the sides.

"I'm sooo sorry for yesterday. It was just a crummy day for me. And I took it out on you guys, I know you're just doing your job." She said apologetically.

"Well, we have our bad days too." I said.

"Yeah, but I'm just not like that always. And I guess having those guys didn't help either. Did you see the show last night?"

"No, we weren't allowed."

"What?" she said with a shocked tone.

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't part of the deal we had." I explained.

"Oh, that's terrible! Well, not so terrible, we had a bad show last night. Everything was just so last minute, I'm really sorry!" she said.

"That's OK Rhi-I mean, uh, Ms. Rhianna, I mean, well I-" I stammered.

"It's Rhianna." She said calmly

"OK, Rhianna, I was told we couldn't call you by your name." I said.

"Who told you that?" she asked.

"The guys who were with you yesterday." I said

"Man, those guys go too far, way too far! I'm glad they're gone." She said with a mixture of disgust. 

"Gone?" I asked.

"Right, things were just so lousy I sent them home."

"So who's here with you?"

"Amy, from the label." She said.

"Oh, right, we met her yesterday." I answered.

There was a sudden silence between us.

"Maybe we should start over," I said "I'm Jim."

"I'm Rhianna." she said with a laugh.

I crouched down and we shook hands. I couldn't resist getting a look at her tits. They looked beautiful. And her nipples were erect too. Her hair was still rather short and matted down because of the water. 

"Are you coming in?" she asked.

"I suppose I should." I replied. I removed my shirt and jumped in the pool. The water was slightly heated but felt great. Rhianna had moved to the pool's edge. She stretched her arms out against the sides, and was clearly watching me. I was doing laps of the pool like her and trying to concentrate on that. I quickly realized how out of shape I was and stopped midway across.

"I guess I won't be on the Olympic team anytime soon!" I said breathlessly.

"I was never that good either, plus it's tough to find a pool like this," She said "I'm a better singer than swimmer."

"And instead of gold medals you've got gold records!" I said like a true showbiz hustler. 

We both laughed.

I boldly swam over to where she was.

"Have you ever been to this place before?" I asked

"Once, like a year ago. You?" she replied.

"Never, something tells me this is like Disneyland for grownups." I said.

"Oh, I've been to Disneyland, baby," she said. "I know better places though!"

"Oh, really? Where?" I asked.

"Well...Let's just say they're places the grownups don't go." She said with a sly smile and a wink of her eye. She then touched my nose with her finger.

"Oh, THOSE places!" I said, now realizing where this was going. 

She slowly nodded and moved in a little closer to me with that sexy smile of hers.

"You look good in the water." She said.

"Uh, so do you." I replied.

She moved her hands across my shoulders and started to rub them. I slowly moved my hands to her shoulders and did the same. We were both staring into one another's eyes. I could see her nipples were now clearly erect. And my dick was responding to these soft touches. She now moved her hands down to my chest and rubbed it too. With whatever courage I had, I leaned in and softly kissed her cheek, she did the same to mine. I got a little bolder and kissed her softly on the lips. 

"What was that for?" she softly asked.

"For you." I said.

"Ooo..nice." she replied.

Her hands were still moving across my shoulders and chest and I realized it was now or never. I slowly placed my hands on her shoulders and worked down the straps of her swimsuit. Her tits were now exposed, they were beautiful black orbs with silver dollar sized nipples. I gasped a little at the sight of them. 

"You like them?" she asked softly.

"Yes, uh, very much." I said with some hesitation.

"Go ahead, you can feel them, I like that." She said.

My hands began to caress them, the nipples felt very hard in my fingers. She began to arch her back a little and her breathing became more rapid. I was looking around the pool, making sure nobody was around. It would be just my luck to get caught with one of the biggest music stars in the world like this. Rhianna moved her hands down to the crotch of my suit and could definitely tell my dick was like steel now.

"Can you take it out?" she asked softly.

Thank god for Velcro flies! I pulled the strip aside and could feel the water on my dick. It easily popped out and looked like a mini submarine. Her hand grasped it.

"Wow, it's beautiful." She said.

"Just like you." I said.

That elicited a sly smile from her.

"How many times have you said that?" she asked.

"Just once." I replied.

As she continued to feel my dick, I kissed her more. This was definitely something special to me. As I kissed her neck, she moaned a little and said;

"Baby, let's go up to the cabana. It'll be more private there."

"Good idea." I quickly stuffed my dick back into my suit, she put her straps up and we quickly swam over to the sides. She hopped out of the pool, grabbed a towel for both of us and we went into the small cabana room. She locked the door and drew the shades. The sunlight began to peek through. She quickly started pulling off her swimsuit and I did the same. As my dick popped out again, she smiled widely.

"Wow! It looks even better than I thought!" she exclaimed.

"Uh, so do you!" I said.

Her tits weren't big, just nice sized globes. Her belly was tight and toned and her bush was nicely trimmed. She walked over to me and we kissed more deeply. Her mouth was hot and wet. She went to her knees and kissed my dick on its tip, then looked up at me, stuck her tongue out a little so I could see the tip, and started to lick my dick like a big all-day sucker. When she took it into my mouth I was afraid I'd explode right there. While she blew me, she kept saying;

"Mmmm...nice."

Like I said, I nearly blew my load then and there. But I wanted to get at her, now!

"I don't want to end this too soon." I said.

I pulled her up and moved her to a nearby chair. She immediately sat down and opened her legs wide and stroked her pussy. It was already soaking wet. I kneeled down and started on my all-day sucker. She was moaning and saying;

"Uhhh..yeah, baby...uhhh-huh...oh god that's good!"

My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own now. I slid it deep into her pussy and let her folds wrap around my tongue. Her love hole seemed tight but tasted so sweet. 

"Oh God!! Yes!! Do it baby! Do it! Uhhhhh....yes!!" she screamed.

I could see her push her chest out as her back arched, then collapse in obvious ecstasy. She rubbed my head a little and I looked up from my "lip service".

"Are you-?" I asked and she nodded in approval.

I stood and she slid down the lounge chair opening her legs wide, draping one leg over the side. I climbed on top of her, not sure if this was the best way to fuck her. We kissed deeply and my dick was ready to go. I slid it slowly into Rhianna, she was smiling and moaning the whole time.

"Ohhh...baby...that's it!" she sighed.

I started moving in and out of this Caribbean beauty, she felt so luxurious. I felt like I was fucking a million dollars. I found myself breathing heavily, so did she.

"Uh-huh...yeah...oh..oh..oh," she gasped "Ohhhh yes!" she cried.

I slowed my pace down and slowly fucked her.

"Oh yes...uh-huh..mmmmm..that's it baby" she said softly, her eyes were closed and reacting to my slower pace.

She looked up at me saying;

"When you come..I want you to come on my tits" she whispered.

"Okay." I was in another world, I couldn't believe this was happening to me. But I started fucking her fast again, this really got her going.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh yes!!!" she was screaming

"I'm gonna come Rhianna! I'm coming!" I yelled.

I whipped my dick out of her pussy, she grabbed it and jerked it onto her tits.

"Wow! That's it honey! Mmmmm! Nice!" she said smiling that "Rhianna smile".

I was out of breath and could barely say a word. The whole experience was other-worldly. 

"Lay down beside me." She said lovingly.

We both lay on the lounge chair as the sun continued to peek through the curtains. We kissed each other softly. We could even hear voices outside. She put her hands to her mouth and looked at me with a smile on her face. 

"I hope nobody heard us!" she said with a laugh.

"I hope so too!" I replied. 

"Well, I don't care. You were wonderful." She said sweetly.

"Thank you, Ms. Rhianna. So were you!" I replied.

She stood up and put her suit back on, I did the same. She instructed me to leave the cabana first, and then she'd follow. I gave her one more kiss, and couldn't help but feel her ass a little.

"Hey, don't start something we can't finish baby!" she said cautiously. But with a smile on her face.

"Guess I better shut up and drive?" I said.

"You bet, honey." she replied.

I walked out of the cabana and slowly headed to the exit door. I couldn't help but look behind me and notice Rhianna had now exited and looked over her shoulder at me, smiling.

I met up with Chris for breakfast a little later.

"Hey, man where've you been?" He said.

"Just tried out the pool a little, that's all." I replied.

We were both scanning the newspaper when his phone rang.

"Uh oh, it's Amy." Chris said with a sound of dread in his voice.

"Answer it anyway, I would." I said between bites of bacon and eggs.

Chris picked it up, started to apologize, then stopped and listened. He started to smile the longer he was on the phone.

"OK, yes, that'll be perfect, I can be there in an hour, great, thank you!" he said excitedly.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Get your gear, we just got a second chance!" Chris said as he quickly paid the bill and we were out the door.

Rhianna's people had called Chris and arranged another photo shoot. This time it was under our control. She appeared on time, with only a stylist and an assistant accompanying her. She was smiling and laughing the whole time with us. She had great ideas for photos, and was open to all suggestions from us. She even tried her hand at photographing us. We headed out to the desert that afternoon as the sun was setting and Chris rolled off great shot after great shot. She was driven back to the resort by her people while we broke down the gear. Again, Chris' phone rang as we drove back. 

"Yes? Uh-huh, OK, great! We'll see you there!" Chris said.

"What now? Off to Hawaii?" I was tired but still had my sense of humor.

"Better, she's invited us to dinner tonight when we get back!" he replied. 

We dined in the private dining room of the resort. It was just Me, Chris, Rhianna and Amy, her record company representative. Amy and Chris huddled up for a few minutes discussing future projects while Rhianna told me stories of life on the road, making videos, and secrets about music stars she'd met. Every smile she flashed at me reminded me of what we'd done earlier, especially when she added a little wink at me. When it was time to go, Rhianna said;

"Hey Amy, get a shot of me with Chris and Jim. They really made this whole weekend worth it."

Amy grabbed a camera and readied her shot.

Rhianna moved in close to me and moved her hand under the table to my crotch and began rubbing it. She whispered in my ear;

"Take good care of this baby, I might need it again sometime."

I'm not sure what the expression on my face was as the camera flashed. But when we saw it later on, Chris said it best;

"Geez, man, you could've at least smiled a little. You're with Rhianna, man!"

Oh, if he only knew!



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 03



The more time I spent in LA, the more I realized how different some thing's can be. Take rain for example. I found out that when it rains out here, it really rains! 

This was one of those days that make the area famous. It was a Saturday morning and I was looking forward to a long rest after my recent adventures. My day would be centered on laundry and food shopping (Yes, another exciting time for "Hollywood Jim"). After that, I would be incommunicado for the rest of the weekend, as I had a date with my couch and a marathon of James Bond movies. And the weather seemed to agree with my plans. I awoke to the muted roar of raindrops on my roof. And the sudden realization that "Mother Hubbard's cupboard", was empty. I had to go out sooner rather than later. 

So I headed out in the storm, but I needed my coffee fix first. I stopped at a drive thru shop and got a large hazelnut to go. I also got a drenching of rain when I reached out for my coffee. Oh well, into every life some rain must fall. I was headed down a side road to a local Ralph's when I came upon a huge puddle in the road. Not knowing how deep it was, I drove through slowly. The way the rain waters parted, I felt like Moses at the red sea. Once I'd cleared it I noticed something odd. There was a lipstick red Porsche Cayman on the side of the road. Minus a rear wheel, this seemed to have landed on the other side of the road. A drenched blonde flagged me down. She was wearing a black t-shirt, sweatpants, and nearly in tears.

"Hey, can you help me?" she cried

"Sure, what is it?" I asked

"My car has totally broken apart, my phone's dead, I'm cold..." she sputtered breathlessly through her tears.

"OK, OK let me see what I can do, I'll-"

"Winnie!" she screamed

A little black dog had scampered out of her car and was running free. She screamed and called the dog's name as she chased after it. I threw my car into park and got out and joined the chase. I quickly overtook the girl and followed the black mop of fur as it ran towards what looked like a heavily congested street. I somehow got in front of the dog and grabbed it off the pavement, just inches from certain disaster. But not for me, I fell into a huge puddle. And I was drenched even further than I already was. 

The girl was still screaming the dog's name as she caught up with me. She was out of breath and now sobbing. 

"It's OK, it's OK, I got her!" I yelled

"Winnie, oh Winnie!" she said over and over through her tears.

"Let's get back to your car, Miss-." 

"Br-Br-Bridget." she said through her tears.

"OK, Bridget, you're both OK, Let's get back to our cars, it's a little dryer there."

I wrapped her and the dog in my jacket and we walked back to our cars. The Porsche was clearly "dead in the water". She explained how she misjudged how deep the puddle was and hit a pothole so hard it broke the wheel right off the axle. The back end of the car dragged on the street and some of the bodywork was ripped apart too. Who knows what kind of damage had been done to the engine. She was clearly upset by the whole thing. She reached for her phone again but the battery was still dead. And the Porsche Emergency Response System didn't seem to be working either. So it's no wonder she was upset.

"Well, I'm an Auto Club member. Let me see if they'll help you." I said 

I went back to my car. My phone was, luckily, fully charged. I called my club and they were available to help.

"Great, my problem is I'd like to have this service for a friend whose car is down and she can't contact her club, can I put this on my membership?" I asked

They said they could and just needed the recipient's name. 

"Right, her name is, excuse me, Bridget?"

"Yes?"

"The club just needs your last name for the report!" I said

"Oh, Marquardt, Bridget Marquardt." She had regained some composure now.

"OK, her name is Bridget Marquardt." I suddenly realized who this water logged driver was. I had a "Girl Next Door" right next to me! I better regain my composure pretty damn quick! 

She was a little calmer now, but very waterlogged. I was too. And the rain didn't seem to be letting up. What with the damage from the accident, it was now lapping at the doorframe of her car. Pretty soon, her car would become a boat. 

"Would you rather sit in my car, Bridget? It's a little drier." I asked

"Oh, yeah. Good idea." She answered, now beginning to smile a little.

She and Winnie sat in the front seat of my car. I think she was happier to see her dog safe and sound more than anything else. 

"I feel like a drowned rat!" she said with a slight smile.

"Well, that makes two of us. I'm Jim by the way." And I offered her my hand.

"Oh, yes! I'm Bridget, thank you so much!" 

"Here, drink some coffee. It'll warm you two up." I said

"Thank you! Oh, just what I needed." She said as she sipped the coffee.

"If you don't mind my asking, where were you headed when this happened?" I said.

"Oh, back home. I live a few blocks away and I thought this way wouldn't be so congested with the rain and all. I guess I was wrong about that!"

She closed her eyes a little, took a deep breath, and leaned her head back. She was trying to calm herself down.

"I just can't believe this could happen to my car. I'm a great driver too." She said.

"No driver's totally perfect." I replied.

I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a flatbed tow truck approaching. 

"Gee, those guys arrived quicker than I thought" I said with a touch of surprise. And regret. Here I had a famous starlet in my car, and my time with her was over before it even started.

"Uh, do you need a ride home? It's the least I can do for you." I offered.

"Oh, that'll be great! I just want to get home and dry off, yes that'll be perfect!" she said, now with that "Bridget smile".

While Bridget sat in my car, I met with the wrecker guys as they loaded up the Porsche and arranged its transport. I grabbed her bag out of the car and we headed off. 

"OK, isn't the mansion in like Beverly Hills?" I asked. 

Oh, crap! I'd just made the same mistake I made with Paris Hilton, I revealed too much of myself too soon. This time instead of inadvertently using the "Hollywood Jim" nickname, it was revealing that I knew who she was and where she lived. 

Great job "Hollywood"! 

"Well, it's not the mansion we're going to." She said slowly. Now realizing I knew who she was.

"Oh, well where then?" I replied.

"I have a condo down the street. I actually live there." She said.

"Oh, OK." I relied, but with a mix of confusion and disappointment.

"I'll let you in on a secret, since you seem to know who I am. We only live at the Bunny house when they film the show, the rest of the time I live out here. I'm sorry to let you down." She explained.

"Oh, I see." I replied.

"I got this place when I was in school," she explained "And I like the fact it's really mine. The Bunny house is nice and all. But it's too much like a dorm, everybody needs their own space and all, right?" 

"You're right, that really makes sense."

"Turn left up here." She directed me now.

Her condo was a simple, nondescript place. You'd never know that a "Girl Next Door" lived here.

"Come on in, you look pretty waterlogged too." She said

We dashed inside the house, just glad to be somewhere warm and dry. She immediately put Winnie down and she scampered away.

"You naughty doggie!" she scolded, but with a smile. She looked at me saying;

"Let me get you something, I'll be right back."

The silence after coming in from outside was a bit jarring. The inside was comfortable. A sectional couch and several easy chairs were in one room. There was a large framed photo of her with Hugh Hefner and Holly and Kendra on one wall. A portrait of her and Hefner alone at Christmas time was on an end table. I stared at both, realizing fully whom I was with right now. What were the chances?

Bridget reappeared now. She'd dried her hair a little and wore a white terrycloth robe with the Playboy logo embroidered on the front (naturally). She tossed me a similar robe saying;

"Put this on, it'll warm you up. I'm gonna make some coffee for us." And she went into the kitchen. I wasn't quite sure what to do at this moment.

"Uh, where should I change?" I sheepishly asked.

"Right there is fine, I'll show you where to hang your clothes." She said from the kitchen.

"Okay, then." 

Well, at least I got that out of the way. I quickly stripped down to my underwear and put the robe on, she's right, it did feel good. I walked into the kitchen with my things. She instructed me to hang them on a rack near the back door. Out in the backyard I could see a Jacuzzi, and all the standard California patio gear. As well as a large barbeque grill. 

Her kitchen was enormous. It was ultra-modern, but with clean, distinct, lines. It wasn't cluttered, just furnished very efficiently. She was measuring exact amounts of coffee and then sending it through a grinder. There was such a look of concentration on her face. She could've worked for Starbucks the way she operated here. 

"Man, this is a great kitchen!" I said

"You like it? I love being in here. People always tell me how great this place is. I did the design of it." She said with a big smile.

"Really? It wasn't like this when you bought it?"

"Oh, God no! The place was such a dump when I bought it. I figured I'd fix it up and then sell it. But it came out so well, I just didn't have the heart." She replied. 

She fixed the coffee and handed me my cup. It tasted perfect.

"Let's go in the TV room." She said, leading me down some steps to another room. Her TV room was also comfortably furnished. There were shelves filled with DVD's. Framed posters for movies past and present were on the walls. More photos of her with the girls and other celebs. A big flat screen TV was mounted on the wall. She planted herself on a big black leather couch, tucking her legs underneath her and directing me where to sit down by tapping a spot next to her. 

"So, Mr. Jim, where were you headed today?" she asked with a smile.

"Would you believe to Ralph's?" I replied.

"No way! So was I!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, Mother Hubbard's cupboard was empty when I woke up." I said.

"Wait a minute, you mean you haven't had breakfast yet?" she asked.

"Uh, looks that way." I replied.

"Oh, we've got to take care of that!" she said, and jumped up heading back to the kitchen. I stood up too, but she stopped me.

"No, you stay there I'm getting you breakfast, baby!" she smiled widely and handed me the TV remote. As she went back upstairs she said;

"You deserve a good breakfast after helping me!"

I sat there, dumbfounded. But amazed at how things can change for me. I flicked on the TV and started scanning through the stations while sipping my coffee.

Bridget returned a few minutes later with a plate of scrambled eggs, a toasted muffin and a generous glass of OJ. I stood, but she told me to sit. 

"No, no, baby! This is your meal." She said with a giggle.

She took a forkful of eggs and fed it to me. They were delicious. She must've put something extra in them.

"Wow, these are good, did you add something?" I asked

She smiled and said;

"Oh, it's a little secret of mine," she said beaming "I never tell anyone." She said while leaning in close and almost whispering.

"Anyone?" I said almost the same way

"Anyone!" she giggled

She then handed me the muffin and fed that to me. 

"How's that?" she asked

"Perfect." I replied

She fed me some more eggs, it was getting very strange. I wasn't sure what was going on here, but I liked it nonetheless. She had a mega-watt smile the whole time this was going on, and I was smiling too. She then put down the plate.

"Would you like some milk?" she asked

"Uh, yeah, that'd be great." 

She pulled opened her robe, revealing her gorgeously large tits

"How about this milk? It's all natural." she said and leaned in to me with a big smile and a giggle.

I was speechless at this moment. 

"What do you think, honey?" she said oozing sex.

"Uh, my oh my, uh-"I stammered

She then leaned in further and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Just relax, baby. I'll make you feel good" she said in a sexy whisper.

She kissed me again, deeper now. My tongue merged with hers, her kisses were magnificent. When she slowly pulled back I could see her smiling lustily, she slowly licked her lips.

"You're a good kisser." She said with a smile.

"So are you." I responded, my words barely audible, at least to me.

She smiled in response. She untied her robe fully and I could see she was totally naked underneath. She moved in close to kiss me again and I responded by slowly pushing her back so she lay flat on the couch. I kissed those gorgeous tits of hers, they felt so soft and the nipples like sweet candy. Her areolas were large and I licked all around them.

"Oooooh...baby, yes, just like that." She said through soft moans.

I was in heaven! Her tits felt so soft and I caressed them lovingly while kissing her deeply. She responded with a series of moans and breathless words as I kissed her neck. Just hearing her breathing heavily in my ear was intoxicating. I slowly sat up and looked down at this naked beauty in front of me. She still had that mega-watt smile and her tits were like golden orbs. Her pussy was shaved except for a golden patch at the top. I reached for her pussy and slowly rubbed it. Her hand joined mine.   

She now sat up, untied my robe and her hands drifted down to my crotch. A tent was forming in my underwear and she eagerly rubbed it. 

"Ooo, Wow! That's nice!" she giggled "I think you're ready for action!"

Seeing her smile was just as sexy as seeing her naked, there was just such a sexy innocence about her. I was smiling just as much as her.

"Uh, maybe I should stand up." I said hesitantly, this whole experience was just so unreal to me. 

I stood up and Bridget reached up to my underwear and slowly pulled it down. My dick was nearly at full staff. She caressed it and the area around it.

"This is nice!" she said smiling.

It responded by growing even larger in her loving hands. She giggled knowing what she'd done. It was pointing straight out now and she looked up at me.

"You want a blowjob honey?" she asked with a smile and a lick of her lips.

"Sure, you're in control." I said.

"Mmmm, I love to suck cock, I love to fuck too. I can't wait to do that!" She said with that sweet "Bridget" voice.

But her mouth was now occupied with my dick. She kissed it on the tip before licking all around the head, then slowly taking just the head into her mouth. I could see her cheeks jut out as she took all of my manhood into her mouth. It seemed like I was bigger than she expected. If that was the case, I wasn't gonna argue!

"Oh, my God! You've got a big cock baby!" she said breathlessly.

No girl had ever said that to me, but I sure wasn't about to argue!

She resumed her tongue action on my dick, it slowly made its way up and down the shaft, before she took it all into her mouth, slowly this time. Her hands now worked their way onto my dick, slowly jerking it off. I could hear sounds like "Ummf" as she sucked. Smacking sounds came from her mouth. It was so overwhelmed by me. She now bobbed her head back and forth on it before coming up for air.

"Wow! This is wild!" she said.

My body seemed to shudder at all the sensations flowing through me, I could feel an explosion building within. 

"Uhhhh..baby I'm gonna come soon!" I said quickly.

"OK, come on my boob's baby!" she said sexily. 

She started jerking me off

"Come on my boobs, baby!" she repeated over and over.

My explosion hit like a freight train as I unloaded on those golden orbs.

"Oh, Wow! Baby! Wow! Ooo, you really had one in you!" She exclaimed as my come drenched her tits. She and I were both laughing now. I was still shuddering with excitement as she milked every last drop from me, and then took my softening dick and used it to rub the come around her tits, all the while looking up at me with a lustful smile. She then stood up and kissed me deeply. 

"You got come all over me! Let's go clean up, honey." She said lovingly.

She led me into a bathroom off the TV room and had me stand at the sink while she got a washcloth. She wet it with warm water, crouched down, and began cleaning my dick.

"I'll get you nice and clean, baby." She said calmly.

It was now clean enough for her, and she wet the cloth again.

"Now you clean me." She said with a big smile.

I told her to sit up on the vanity and I slowly began rubbing the washcloth over her shoulders, then down to her tits. She was breathing heavily as she felt the warm cloth move over her body. I leaned in and kissed her, she kissed me back. I worked the cloth down to her pussy and slowly rubbed it as well. She gasped at times as the sensations came over her. I crouched down for a closer look at this beauty. I rubbed the cloth some more and slowly pushed it inside her, she was now moaning constantly.

"Ohhhh....Jim. Baby, yes, oh my god that's so good!" she said through her moans.

"You like that, baby?" I said softly.

"Yes, oh god, yes!" she replied.

"Want me to do some more?" I continued softly.

"Yes, use your tongue baby" she replied the same way.

The cloth was now replaced by my tongue. I slowly licked all around her pussy area before licking the outer folds. She was dripping wet. She was almost screaming now. My tongue made its penetration inside her and she was in full-blown ecstasy now.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Do it! Oh god, eat me baby!" she screamed.

I tongue fucked her now, darting inside and out with it. Inserting my fingers too and using them while keeping her talking;

"You like that Bridget, huh, you like my fingers inside you?" I said lustfully.

"Oh my god! Finger-fuck me baby! Finger-fuck me! Fuck...me...baby!!" she screamed.

"You want me to fuck you, Bridget?" I now said.

"Do it! Fuck me!" she yelled.

My dick had now come back to life. And I was more than ready!

I stood up and got into position. 

"You gonna put that big thing in me, honey?" she said in a voice oozing sex.

She eagerly looked down at my dick as it slowly went inside her.

My dick slid into her, and her head went back and she uttered a long, slow;

"Ohhhhhhhhh....so good...so good."

I slowly began to fuck her on the vanity, she felt so good it was unreal. She was giving me that "Bridget smile" and licking her lips. 

"Oh, fuck me honey, fuck me!" she sighed.

I pushed harder into her and felt the sensations of her pussy wrapping itself around me as we became one. I wanted to last as long as possible with her. I slowed down and kissed her deeply again. I withdrew and she seemed to know automatically what she wanted to do next. She turned around and bent over the vanity and offered up her ass to me, pulling her cheeks wide apart so I could get the whole picture. She looked at me over her shoulder and said;

"You like?" she asked, giggling.

"I like." I answered

"Well, fuck it then!" she said laughing.

I got up close to her and shoved my dick into her ass. She let out a guttural sound as I rammed into her over and over, man, did she feel good! I leaned forward and felt her tits too and she was arching her back matching me stroke for stroke. Then she slowed down, telling me to pull out.

"I want to do something else." She said.

My dick was still hard enough for more action.

"Sit on the toilet." she said.

I did so and she maneuvered up and sat on my dick. This was the best! I got to watch her tits bounce up and down as she got off on me. She kept up a steady stream of gasps and moans.

"Ohhh God! Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 03



She rubbed my head lovingly and looked down at me saying;

"You're fucking a girl next door baby!" she was screaming and laughing at the same time.

"Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she said over and over, faster and faster.

I was so overwhelmed by this blonde tigress that always seemed so sweet on TV, man was she ever sweet!

But I now felt another explosion coming.

"Baby, I'm gonna come again!" I yelled out.

She immediately hopped off and got down on her knees.

"You know where to put it baby!" she cried

And I unloaded on her tits again. I was now the one screaming as she milked every last drop out of me.

"Oh, yeah! Wow! That's it! Yeah, baby!" she giggled.

I was beyond exhausted now.

Bridget licked every drop off my dick. Then slowly worked her way up to my face and softly kissed every part of it before softly embracing me.

"That was wonderful." She said lovingly.

I could barely croak out a "thank you" to her in response.

She smiled back, she knew what I was trying to say.

"Can you stand up?" she asked.

"I, I, I think so." I replied.

She took the washcloth and again cleaned herself, then me. She led me out of the bathroom and upstairs to the kitchen. Seeing her walk around her house naked was such a turn-on for me. If I'd had the energy I would've done her again right there.

"Your clothes look OK now." She said as she held up my jeans. 

Just then, her phone rang.

"Hello? Oh, hi baby! Yes, I'm OK. My car's not though!" she said with a slight laugh. 

"I got very lucky," she said as she looked over at me and gave a sexy wink, "this very nice guy named Jim pulled over and helped us out, Winnie was a very naughty dog, she nearly ran into the street and he grabbed her just in time, I was so scared!"

I remembered my underwear was downstairs so I went down and got it, still holding my clothes and totally naked, talk about your awkward positions! 

Little did I know it was about to get even more awkward!

When I went back upstairs, Bridget was still on the phone.

"Uh-huh, OK, here he is," She handed the phone to me "he wants to talk to you."

"Who does?" I asked.

"You know!" she said with a smile.

"Uh, Hello?" I said hesitantly.

"Hello, Jim? This is Hugh Hefner. How are you?" The voice said.

I dropped my clothes on the floor. Like I said, an awkward position was about to get even more awkward.

"Mr. Hafner, I mean, Mr. Heffer, I mean-"I stammered.

Hefner cackled on the other end of the phone.

"It's OK pal, I understand this was a little unexpected." He calmly replied.

"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry. I just never thought this would ever happen." I said.

"That's perfectly alright my friend. I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am for what you did. She's a very special lady to me, I really appreciate your kindness." He said.

"Oh, well, uh, I guess my Mama raised me right." I said

Hef chuckled again.

"Indeed she did! Indeed she did! Come up to the mansion sometime, I'd like to thank you in person." He said.

"Yes! I'd be honored, sir." I replied.

"You take care son, I'll see you soon." And he hung up.

I was amazed. I had just spoken with Mr. Hefner. 

Bridget gathered up my clothes and handed them to me.

"All nice and dry now." She said pleasantly.

As I dressed, she looked out the window.

"Oh! The sun's back out," she said smiling "and this day started out so dark and grey."

"Well, I guess that's Hollywood for you." I said as I looked out too.

"That's it!" she screamed.

"What?" I said, startled.

"Hollywood! Hollywood Jim! I knew it! I knew it!" she said, practically jumping up and down. Still naked, I should add!

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your name, "Hollywood Jim"." She said.

"Uh, it's a nickname I got a long time ago, but how did you-"I was still confused.

"When we were talking, I kept thinking I knew you from somewhere. We were both at Paris Hilton's party. I didn't get to meet you but I remembered seeing her talking to someone and she called you "Mr. Hollywood"!" she said excitedly.

"Oh..my..God." I said slowly.

"Wow! I can't believe I remembered that! I knew there was something special about you, I just knew it!" she said laughing.

"Well, there's a lot that's special about you too, Ms. Bridget." I said respectfully.

"OK, but," she said as she embraced me again "You've got that extra something special." And she kissed me softly on the lips, still naked, I should add.

"I do?" I asked.

"Uh-huh!" and she kissed me again. When our lips parted, she looked at me with that mega-watt smile.

"Paris was right about you, honey." She said with a shy smile, an arch of her eyebrows, and a giggle.

Alas, I had to leave. I dressed and she put her robe back on. She escorted me to the door and said;

"I'll call you soon about that invitation. I know Kendra and Holly can't wait to meet you." 

We kissed one last time. She still felt so good to hold. I closed my eyes as I held her close and wished it could've rained all day.

I walked out the door to my car. My watch said it was nearly 1:00 in the afternoon.

I had another date today, with Mother Hubbard and the checkout line at Ralph's.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 04



By now, Chris and I had seen our share of good photo projects (Paris) and bad (Rhianna, although in the end it worked out OK, but better for me) and now we got one that would fall in between the two. Chris got an assignment to do tour photos for an up and coming female duo called Tigress. They seemed to me like a 2 girl version of the Pussycat Dolls. But compared to these two, the Dolls truly were rocket scientists. When we were introduced to "Candy" and "Mandy" it was like they had just landed on earth and were now learning the language. They seemed to be all giggles and jiggles. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but even "Hollywood Jim" has his limits. The big bonus for us was that their debut shows would be in Las Vegas. And it was on a weekend when the Dolls were headlining in the same place. "What a coincidence." we both thought.

But Vegas is still Vegas, and we were all prepared for a wild weekend. The hotel was the brand new Painted Desert casino, right on the strip. 

When our flight landed, we had a long wait for our luggage. Chris was starting to get nervous, as was I. The record company didn't spring for a private jet, so we were at the mercy of the airlines to have our stuff there. My eyes were strangely attracted to an overweight, seemingly plain-looking girl wearing a garish, mismatched pantsuit. Her hair was tightly wound into her floppy hat and she seemed to speak with a thick accent. Her luggage looked well-worn. She turned to see me and then turned away. Looked again, and did the same thing. I breathed a sigh of relief when our gear finally appeared. We gathered up our stuff but my eyes kept focusing on the mystery woman. Whose eyes followed us as we exited the terminal.

Our eyes glazed when we drove down the strip, with the top down on our convertible, tunes blasting, we were ready for action. It was tough for us to resist the urge to do everything in one night. We still had an assignment, paying big bucks too. 

Chris spent the better part of the afternoon shooting the girls on the hotel's rooftop. It was one of those great Vegas days, the sun was like an inferno but Chris was getting great shots of the girls, using every photo trick he could think of. Probably so he could avoid doing another session. I was there with my laptop, organizing the photos and doing whatever touchups were needed. When we were finally done, we all nearly ran over each other trying to get inside first. 

Their show that night was hysterically bad, at least to me. The audience seemed to be 99% guys who couldn't get tickets to the Dolls show and were stuck with the next best thing. Chris and I took lots of photos and tried not to crack each other up. With the show over, we decided to stow our gear in our rooms, get some dinner and try our luck at the tables.

I headed up to my room and when I popped the door open with my keycard, I noticed an envelope with the hotel's letterhead had been slipped under it. Inside the envelope was another keycard. But this one was jet black (mine was a plain white), with the hotel's logo and room number embossed in gold. The room number was 711 (how appropriate). That's odd, I thought. I called Chris

"Hey, what color is your keycard?"

"White, why?"

"I just found one that's black and gold under the door."

"Man, that's weird. I've never heard of that. Try calling the front desk."

I called down and they said it was a VIP card

"What does that mean? I mean, I know what it means, but well, what does it mean?"

(Man I can sound like an idiot sometimes!)

"Well sir, the way you describe it, this is the keycard for the VIP rooms. They're made differently than the others. And the rooms are on the top floor in the west tower section."

"Well, can you tell whose room this belongs to?"

"I'm sorry sir, that information is strictly confidential, hotel policy."

"I see, OK, thanks."

I was still confused but thought I'd see what this was all about anyway. Hell, it gave me an excuse to explore the hotel further. 

I called Chris and told him what I'd learned about the mysterious keycard.

"I'm gonna see what this leads to, so I'll call you."

"OK, we'll meet up later on." he said

I snapped my phone shut and headed for the "west towers" section that was described. The elevators quickly filled up with other tourists and I quickly felt like a sardine in a can. All the while I thought "if Chris is pulling a gag on me I'll bury him in the desert with all those other mob guys." But as the elevator made its slow ascent to the top and others disembarked, I was soon all alone. When the doors opened at the top, I was facing a rather large security guard who sat at a desk outside the elevators. 

"Can I help you sir?" he asked with a deep, menacing tone

"I received one of these, I guess the rooms are here, right?"

He examined the card, fed it into a card reader, all the while looking at me suspiciously. The reader beeped, and he handed it back to me.

"Your room is down the hall, enjoy your stay." and he hit a buzzer that opened the thick doors behind him

I walked with trepidation down the silent hallway. Its walls were electric red with electric green carpeting. It was like being the dice on a giant craps table, watching the room numbers until at the end I saw room 711. I was about to knock when I saw a doorbell. This gets nuttier by the second, I thought. So, ring the bell.

A minute later the double doors swung open

"Hey, Hollywood, I knew you'd come!"

It was Paris Hilton.

She quickly hugged me saying

"It's so good to see you baby!"

"Wow, I can't believe it's you!" I said, astonished 

She was, as usual, dressed for the occasion. But this was very different. She had on a waist length white fishnet-style shirt that showed a sexy white string bikini underneath. And her hair was a casually styled golden blonde. She led me in to the luxurious suite with her arm wrapped in mine. There were floor to ceiling windows that looked out on all sides of the strip and she raved about everything there. I could see an equally luxurious bedroom with a satin robe draped over it 

"You've got to see this honey!" she said and led me out towards one window. I thought for a minute it was wide open and I would get to see the street very quickly. Instead I saw a flight of stairs leading to a small swimming pool and Jacuzzi. 

"Can you believe it!" she squealed "This is the best hotel I've ever been in!"

"Better than your own?" 

"Much better!" she laughed. She turned and held me in her arms hugging me saying "Oh my God, Jim, it's so good to see you. I'm sorry I never called you back."

"Oh, that's OK. I understand completely."

"Look, we're here let's get things rolling!"

She scampered off to the kitchen and I slowly followed, looking at our surroundings.

"So what are you doing out here?" I asked, my voice echoing throughout the suite.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. I thought you worked only in L.A." she said from the kitchen

"Chris got the gig shooting Tigress' show here."

"Oh, the Pussycat wannabe's huh? How's he doing? He really did a great job on those pictures. I should have my guys call him for some more."

"He'd love the gig."

I was looking around at everything in this palace of a room. 

"Man, a guy like me could stay in here forever. I'd be the new Howard Hughes."

"I might beat you to it, Hollywood. The owners are trying to get me to buy a condo here."

"Nice address."

"Nah, it's too far away from everything. I'd miss my family. I get homesick sometimes."

It was then I noticed on a chair a pantsuit. With badly mismatched colors. 

"Gee, this looks familiar."

"What?"

"The clothing here," I held up a part of it

"Oh that! Well, it's a disguise if you must know."

"A disguise? I saw someone wearing this at the airport today."

"Did she talk like theese, darling?" and she slipped into the same accent I'd heard at the airport

"You?"

"Right, me!" she giggled

"Where did you learn that accent?"

"Would you believe I took acting lessons? One of our housekeepers sounded like her so I use that voice sometimes. It's even funnier when I use it on the phone." 

"You are a crafty one Ms. Hilton!"

We both laughed and embraced. Her smile was a mile wide and her eyes looked just as pretty as I remembered them. We kissed and all the feelings from our last time rushed back. 

"Just need to get one more thing, go over to the pool." She said.

I walked down the steps to the pool and stood at the balcony. Looking out over the lights of the Vegas strip, the lights seemed to fade into the desert and the stars took over. The desert breeze was hot. From behind me I heard a voice; 

"Hey, Hollywood."

Paris had reappeared at the top of the stairs, but this time, the cover-up was gone, she wore only the bikini bottom and was holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"A little bubbly?" she asked

"Why not, it matches your eyes." I said with trepidation

She walked down the steps, her tits jiggled just a little. She handed the bottle for me to open. As I did, she looked at me and slowly pulled the string on her bikini bottom and it fell away, leaving her naked in front of me. 

"Gee, if the cork had popped off at the same time, it would've been like in a cartoon." I said with further trepidation.

She giggled in response. I poured a glassful for both of us

"I think I'm a little over dressed right now, I should be like you." I said and started to take off my shirt. Paris responded with the belt on my pants. As she pulled my underwear down, my dick stood at attention.

"Wow, just as I remember it" she said softly as she began to caress it

I raised my glass.

"Here's to you Ms. Paris"

She did the same

"Here's to you Mr. Hollywood" she said with her trademark smile as our glasses clinked.

It was strange being like this, we walked to the balcony railing totally naked, glasses in hand sipping our champagne. The chill we'd experienced in LA was replaced by a warm night breeze from the desert. As Paris sipped her drink she kept caressing my dick. I responded with soft touches of her face. We kissed deeply, her tongue merged with mine. I kissed her neck and she was moaning and whispering; 

"Ohhh...Yes."

She broke our embrace, saying; 

"Let's try the pool" 

And we both jumped in. The pool was lit underwater in different colors and only about 4 feet at its deepest. But it was perfect for us. We splashed about, it was such a turn on to see her naked body twirl itself around in the water. She dived deeply and stuck ass up for me to see. I swept her into my arms and twirled her around in the water. We kissed underwater and felt each other's bodies all the while. But I was through playing, I wanted her. She felt the same. She led me to the shallow end where the water was ankle deep, crouched down and took my dick into her mouth. 

"Oh, I've wanted this for sooo long!" she said between licks "so hard, so soft, all at the same time" 

I reached for the champagne bottle and poured some on my dick. 

"Oooo...sweet!" she said sexily

Her tongue licked its way the entire length of my dick and I found myself breathing heavily, more than in the past. Her hands were now rubbing my shaft as well. She looked up at me as she did this, flashing me that "Paris smile". Between that look, and her mouth actions I wasn't in control of myself. And I could feel an explosion building; one that I wished would've come later rather than sooner. 

"Oh, baby I'm gonna come!" I said breathlessly

She took my dick fully into her mouth and I exploded inside. She swallowed every drop as she looked up at me and showed me the tip of her tongue, bathed in my love juice. She swigged champagne from the bottle to wash it all down. Then I swigged a mouthful and let it spill onto her tits. I responded by licking the vintage concoction off them. I even pored some over her head and kissed her deeply, the mix of her tongue and champagne was incredible. We were laughing the whole time, drunk on champagne and one another. But there was still more I wanted to do. I stood her up and moved her over to the steps leading into the pool and sat her down on them. The water was lapping at her legs and I knelt down and began licking her pussy. She gasped and then began moaning in pleasure. I could see her fondling her tits as well. It tasted so sweet and I flicked my tongue along her folds and she responded saying, 

"Yes, baby...ohhh..yes.. just like that." 

I used my fingers as well. Inserting one, then two and finger-fucked her. She was now moaning more now, 

"Oh baby! That's it!" she cried out. 

Before finally letting out an orgasmic scream that echoed off the walls and I felt her pussy juice on my fingers I quickly licked it up too. And now I began fondling and sucking her tits as she rubbed her pussy. We kissed deeply once more. 

"You taste good." I said

"You do too."

We stood up, Paris was a little weak-kneed as was I. We both fell backwards into the water and let it cool down our passion. If only for a moment. We were embracing tightly in the water. My hands moved down to that cute little ass of hers and slowly fondled it. 

"Nice." I said

"Just nice?" she said

"Well, let's see."

She turned around and bent over. I kissed her ass cheeks and gave them a little slap.

"Oooo, have I been a bad girl?"

"No, a very bad girl" and I slapped them again

She giggled in response. Then she walked over to where the champagne bottle, now empty, was. So she walked up the steps to the kitchen, still naked but dripping naked. I stayed in the pool enjoying the view of Ms. Paris' ass as it casually walked around. Then she returned with another bottle of champagne. 

"Open this one honey"

I popped open the bottle

"Can I take a swig?" I asked

"Yes, but not too much."

I took a quick swig and then I shook the bottle up. Paris was sitting on the steps to the pool, watching me, but probably concentrating more on my dick as it began to revive itself. When she saw the look on my face, she gave me a mischievous smile and said

"Don't you dare! You naughty little boy!"

I then released a high pressure spray of champagne at her pussy. She screamed with laughter saying, "Wow! Do that again!" So I shook the bottle up harder this time and jolted her with another spray. Again, she screamed and laughed. 

"Oh, my God! That is awesome!" she laughed.

I knelt down and licked the champagne off her body, working my way back up to her face and deeply kissing her. The champagne's effects had definitely kicked in. We tried to stand up but between that and our passion we both stumbled back into the pool, still laughing at each other. We somehow made it back to the pool steps and laid down on them. Paris lay beside me as the water rippled around us and we looked out on the night sky.

"It's just like L.A." I said wistfully.

"Mmm...definitely." She replied softly. She moved up and kissed me on my cheek. We smiled at one another. Words were escaping us at this moment. I reached over for the champagne and downed the last few drops. Paris reached up for what appeared to be a beach bag (probably from Gucci or Louis Vuitton) and pulled out a Trojan packet.

"Just in case, honey." She said.

"Just in case" didn't seem too far away. Apparently my "equipment" must've had a flashback to our previous night together, as it suddenly reacted accordingly. Her hand moved down and began massaging my dick in the water. It was rapidly growing again, much to her delight.

"Mmmm...nice...I like that," she said "I think you're ready now, stand up."

I stood and she lovingly stroked it and applied the condom so it was nice and snug.

"Beautiful." She said softly.

She moved to the top edge of the pool and slowly spread her legs fully. I moved in and slid into her. She immediately began to moan.

"Ohhhhh....baby....yes....mmmmmm...honey" she said breathlessly 

I began moving in and out of her, the water rippled at our feet as I thrust into her. 

"Oh my god....Yes!! Oh, Jim! Do it! Do it baby! Fuck me hard!! Oh my Goddddd!" she began to cry out.

I was holding her by the waist since I knew my hands would slip on the concrete surface, her legs were almost wrapped around mine. In a bold move, I gripped her waist tightly and stood up while still inside her. She gasped at this sudden change in position. Her legs were now tightly wrapped around mine and I held her as tight as I could, gradually thrusting into her again.

"Oh yes! Yes!! Huh-god! Oh fuck yes!" she screamed between gasps of breath.

She began meeting my thrusts with ones of her own. But she was too wrapped up in the feeling of being fucked in this position to respond, what I was doing to her was too much in itself. I now felt my own ecstasy building inside. 

"Uhh...baby I'm gonna come! Oh God!! Paris, baby, I'm coming! Uhhhh!" I yelled.

"Yes! Come in me baby! Yes! Come in me! Oh my God!!" she screamed.

I felt an incredible rush as I came. I wanted to just simply collapse but I realized the position I was in and who I was in it with. So I had to try and come down easy. As my orgasm slowed I gradually lowered myself back into the pool with Paris. I think she realized the predicament we were in too. Once we were safely in the water she floated off my dick. And immediately swam up to hug me again.

As she lay there with me she was catching her breath. I helped her stand up, then took her into my arms and out of the pool. The champagne had obviously hit her, in more ways than one. We staggered to a lounge chair on the balcony and we both laid naked on it, she was wrapped in my arms. The desert heat, not to mention our own, had exhausted us and we fell asleep. This was another one of those dream nights that could happen only in Vegas.

It was perhaps a few hours later that I awoke, Paris was still in my arms and we were still naked on the lounge chair. I could feel the sunlight on my body. I gently kissed her on the head and she stirred awake. 

"How long have I been asleep?"

"I think a few hours, must be after 7."

"Oh, look how we are." she said with a smile

"Great way to wake up."

"I'd rather be in bed, want to join me?"

"Why not"

"I'm still sticky from the champagne, how about you?"

"Yeah, I've got some on me, more in my head though." I felt a little hung over.

"Well, we'll just have to take care of that won't we?" she said with a sly smile as she took my hand and we went into the bathroom. It was large and brightly lit. A large walk in shower was there along with a Japanese soaking tub. The shower had glass sides and a bench plus numerous soaps and body washes. The stall was large and could easily fit 5 people 

She started the water and set the temperature. Then we stepped in. Showering with a girl has always been a turn on for me and this was no different. She got a shower buff, lathered it and began slowly soaping me from head to toe. And paying particular attention to my dick. "Oooooh...very nice" she said with a smile. "Turn around, let me wash your back". And she gave the same treatment there.

"OK, your turn." and she handed the buff to me.

This was a dream but I wanted to kiss her first. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek and lips

"Good morning, Paris."

"Good morning, Jim." She said with a mega-watt smile.

I began to slowly wash her shoulders and slowly moved down to her tits, caressing and washing at the same time. She arched her back as I did so. Her pussy was next and I not only used the buff but my fingers as well. She was caressing my soapy dick all the while. I turned her around and leaned her up against the wall, she raised her arms for support and thrust her ass out as I soaped it up. I rubbed my soapy body against hers. I slowly worked a finger into her pussy and moved it in and out. Then found her asshole and did the same. She was moaning and cooing all the while. She reached up and got the shower massager and began washing herself and me off. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 04



I could wait no more.

We embraced and kissed in the shower and my dick was rubbing against her pussy and ready for action again. But we had no condoms. 

"OK, we can fool around some, we'll finish in the bed." she said.

Our kisses were long and deep and we slowly went down to the shower floor. She was on top of me, light as a feather. She slid her body across mine down to my swelling dick and caressed it before taking it into her mouth again like last night. But this time her mouth action was brief. She took my dick and worked it into her pussy. She was moaning all the while

"Uhhh...that's it baby..ooo..let me fuck you slow." she said

"Oh my god I'm fucking you." I said

She moved her hips back and forth as the shower water splashed over us, occasionally rubbing her pussy too. I didn't want to explode just yet. I wanted to do something else.

I reluctantly pulled her down on me and off my dick. I then had her stand up against the shower walls. She seemed to know what I wanted and spread her ass cheeks. I soaped her asshole up and got behind her

"Be gentle baby." She said softly.

"I will." I replied.

I rubbed my dick against her little hole and slowly pushed in. It was incredibly tight.

"UHHHH!" she yelled "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Does that hurt?" I said

"A little, don't do it too much baby I'm sorry."

"Just a little bit more."

"OK" she said breathlessly

I reached around and gently held her waist and pushed some more. 

"Ohhh my god...uh..uh..uh..uh" she uttered as she met my thrusts. I knew this was something else, but I promised to be gentle. I stopped thrusting and slowly pulled out. She turned with a confused look on her face

"Why did you stop?"

"I promised I'd be gentle, besides, we can finish in the bedroom."

"OK, thank you." she said smiling.

"Besides, there are other things we can do here."

"Oh!" she said surprised

I rubbed her pussy again

"Time for me to see if it's clean enough"

"Oh, yes, please check" she replied

I got down on my knees and did a close inspection. She was shaved clean all right. Her folds were a pristine pink. I got a generous lather of soap going and rubbed it into her. She was giggling and moaning at the same time. I used my fingers to open her up and found her clit. I softly kissed that and she moaned even louder as my tongue worked its way in and out of her pussy. She tasted so good. We both knew we should continue this somewhere else. I kissed her some more and we stepped out of the shower. I toweled her off and she did the same to me. I then swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. She was beaming at my act of gallantry.

"Oh yes! Take me 'Hollywood Jim' take me to the bedroom!" she said smiling but with a comedic tone in her voice

The bedroom was colored in electric red, the bed itself was enormous and the windows looked out on the strip as the sun began shining. Paris checked herself out in the mirrors. She then got another condom out and wrapped it on my dick. We lay on the bed, she opened her legs fully now.

"Fuck me Hollywood," she said sweetly.

I smiled to myself and climbed on top of her, my dick was rock hard again and it slid into her pussy, she inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering at the feel of my manhood.

"Oh baby...yes...that's it" she said in between moans

And I began to slowly fuck her. Her eyes looked at me with a mix of ecstasy and joy. We were both breathing heavily as I thrust into her fast and slow. 

"Yes honey, just like that, ohhh my God! I'm gonna come! Huh yeah! Huh yeah! Huh yeah!" she screamed as she reached orgasm again.

I slowed down and just lay on top of her deeply kissing her as she rubbed her hands on my shoulders and back. There seemed to be an unspoken language between us, she just nodded at me and I pulled out of her. My dick was standing straight up. She lay beside me, removed the condom and began slowly rubbing my dick.

"I want to make you come now baby." She whispered in my ear

Her hands slowly worked their way around my dick before grasping and jerking it

"Oooo..so nice." She whispered

I was left speechless

"You like the way I do this, baby?" she whispered "I like it too."

My mind was conflicted trying to absorb the sweet nothings she was saying and not coming too soon. I wanted to make this last as long as possible.

"I like the way you fucked me baby, your dick always feels so good" she continued to whisper

"You can come for me, honey." she said

All I could do was exhale deeply and try to acknowledge her somehow, this all felt so good.

"Do you want to come on my tits, baby?" she whispered seductively

I couldn't say a thing I was so turned on by this scene

"Oh, I know how I can make you come!" She said

We sat up and she wrapped her legs around me, telling me to do the same to her. She resumed jerking me off. 

"Now we can watch each other." She said with a giggle

She began to rub her pussy and jerk my dick at the same time

"Mmm..I like this...you feel so good baby." she said

Again, I could hardly speak I was too overwhelmed by the sensations and thoughts going through my head. And the vision of her pleasuring herself in front of me. But I could feel an explosion building within me. I stared into her eyes as they watched me in return.

"Come on honey...let me see you come." She said encouragingly

"Oh, I'm so wet baby...come for me baby...come on. Come for Paris, baby." She continued. Her voice oozed sweetness and sexuality all at the same time.

Her hand was moving in a rapid pace on my dick, I could hold out no more.

"Uhhh...I'm gonna come Paris...Oh god I'm coming." I said

And I exploded onto her 

"Oh yeah, baby! That's it! Wow!" she screamed as she milked my dick for more

When my "gusher" had subsided, she gently kissed me, then leaned down and kissed off the remaining come on my dick. 

"That was nice, baby" she whispered with a smile

I could hardly breathe, I felt so spent at that moment

"What a way to..start the day." I said breathlessly

She giggled in response

I lay back on the bed, she wrapped herself around me, and we fell back to sleep. We both awakened an hour or so later and took another shower together. I had to meet Chris before we left for L.A. Paris had a meeting with her agent. So we had to part ways again. 

"So, do you think you'll end up buying this place?" I asked

"I doubt it. But if I do, you'll be the first to know," she said with a smile.

We both kissed lovingly

"I promise to keep in touch with you Hollywood. This time I mean it." She said with sincerity as she looked me in the eyes. 

"Oh, I don't know, maybe surprising me like this is better." I said

We both laughed. I was heading for the door with Paris when she stopped me.

"Wait a minute, you deserve a little something."

"I deserve a little something? After all this? A little something? What do you mean?" I asked

Paris dashed away to the bedroom and came back with something in her hands, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"Wait 'til you get out the door before you look." And she slipped something into my pants pocket.

We kissed for one last time. 

"See you soon Hollywood." she said as she closed the door to the suite and I walked away down the long hallway. I reached into my pocket and felt something soft and lacy. I immediately knew what it was.

I smiled widely to myself.

That morning I met up with Chris in the hotel coffee shop. He was pouring over a sports section and checking his phone for messages. As I sat down he looked up for a moment

"Hello stranger, where've you been?"

"Missing all the fun, I'll bet."

"Nah, not too much." He said.

"Did you win or lose?"

"Hmm, broke even." He responded.

"Did the photos come out good?"

"Yeah, record company honchos were happy, they might have us go on tour with them"

"With Tigress?" I said with some disdain

"Hey, money is money," he said in response "besides, traveling the world on someone else's tab never gets old, my friend."



We made our flight with time to spare, stowed our gear and settled in for the ride home. I was tired from this whirlwind of a trip, and Chris was starting to fade out too. Even though I'd spent the better part of the weekend with Paris, I was still disappointed.

"Geez, my first time in Vegas and I didn't get to do anything, well nothing I'd planned." I said

"Aw, don't worry about it, man. That's the great thing about this place; it's always a new town every year, every month for that matter. You'll never get to really see all of it. It'll always be waiting for you."

"Yeah, but still, we were supposed to do Vegas "Rat Pack Style."

"We did do Vegas, we just did it pack rat style" as he pointed to our gear and chuckled.

"OK, but still. I'm sorry if I abandoned you Chris. We never got to that rib joint you were raving about. We didn't try the craps tables. I just feel like I ditched you while I was off on my own."

"Well..." Chris looked up and then reached down for his leather carry-on bag and opened it slightly. Inside were a pair of pink satin panties and a pair of red satin panties. My eyes widened at the sight

"Candy and Mandy send you their regards." he said with a snicker

I opened my bag inside were a pair of Paris' lace panties.

"So does Paris." I said as I raised my can of Sprite.

Chris' eyes were like saucers.

"In your own words Chris, you 'ol dog you!" I said.

Chris raised his drink and we laughed all the way home to LA.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 05



Even though Chris' business was going great guns, he was still on the prowl for new assignments or contracts. Going out to hot clubs in LA was one method he used. I hated it, believe it or not. I was never a club maven so doing a nightly crawl of some hot spot was never my idea of fun. They were always too loud, too crowded, and loaded with drunks who always spilled their drinks on me. It was never girls who did this, only guys. But Chris was my friend and without him I'd still be back east playing the "what if" game. For Chris, these adventures were more than just business. As I found out later, they worked as a great tax deduction for him. And if there was anything I knew about him, it was that he always had an angle he could work to make himself come out the winner. And those who came along for the ride (i.e. me) were guaranteed a good time, either financially or romantically. This went back to our days in high school when he figured out a way to put a spy cam in the opposing cheerleaders' locker room. And sell the photos he took. He made a nice profit on that, even split the cash with me. Although the football team and the school administration put a price on the head of whoever set this up. That's a secret we left town with.

This time, it was a new club called the Red Light District. Chris knew the owner of the place, and naturally our names on the guest list were a guarantee. I had driven by the club a few times at night and it looked like the kind of place I dreaded. Strobe lights seemed to be on all the time, until I found out it was really flashbulbs. From photographers clamoring for a shot of whatever celeb visited. 

"Oh come on pal!" Chris said "you've hardly ever gone out anywhere with me since you first arrived. This is a direct order from a superior officer! You WILL go with me to the Red Light District tonight!"

"Who are you trying to be now? Captain Kirk?" I replied

"No, just a friend," He said "As well as your employer."

I hesitated, but I knew he had a point. Usually my nights were spent with ESPN and "Seinfeld" reruns. The night with Paris was a different story. 

"Come on, 2 drinks, a little star gazing, and you'll have fulfilled your requirements with me. And you can always deduct it on your taxes." 

He was persuasive, as always.

"OK, deal." I agreed.

The club was everything I'd expected, and dreaded. When we went in, there was a gaggle of photogs snapping at random. Chris spotted the owner, Derek Adams. And he immediately started chatting up the guy. I could barely hear a thing they said between the thumping music (I think there was a Rhianna song in there somewhere) and the crowd in the bar cheering on a Lakers game. As if that wasn't enough, suddenly the strobe lights went into overdrive and there was a massive amount of yelling. Derek took off for the door.

"What's going on?" I asked Chris

"I'm not sure, but it must be somebody big if he's taking care of it." Chris replied.

Derek returned, straightened his Armani jacket, and resumed his conversation with Chris.

"What happened?" I asked Derek.

"Oh, Lindsay and Samantha just came in. They got into a tussle with the guys outside. And I think they're fighting with each other again. It always happens." He casually replied.

"Lindsay?" I asked.

"Uh, Lohan." Derek looked at me as if I'd just arrived from Mars.

"Get with it, man!" an annoyed Chris said, elbowing me in the arm. 

"Oh, right, yeah I know!" I said.

"I've got them up in the V.I.P. room, maybe they'll cool off there." Derek said.

Chris and Derek went back to talking shop and I went looking for a drink. The line at the bar was 3 deep, and I was getting shoved around in the process of trying to order a beer. When I finally got one, it was in my hands for about 10 seconds before some fat guy fell into me, knocked the bottle from my hand, shattering it on the floor and on my pants. The guy regained his balance and slurred out;

"Sorry, man. Lemme getcha another one." I think it was the fat guy from the "Knocked Up" movies. But I was too annoyed to find out for sure as he walked away, laughing.

That did it for me! 

I went over to Chris, who was now joined by 2 buxom beauties. I held up my phone and yelled that I had to take a call outside, where the reception was better. 

I was lying. I just wanted to go home. 

As I got closer to the door, I could hear screaming and glass breaking from an adjoining area. The music was too loud for me to tell for sure what was being said. But it seemed pretty heated. Then a thin girl with dirty blonde hair stormed out of the room, heading for the front door, nearly bowling me over. 

"Yeah, you do that bitch!" the blonde turned and screamed.

I could see into the V.I.P room. It looked like a bomb had gone off in there. A security guy quickly blocked my view, but I could see a red haired beauty nearly in tears as she screamed out various things to whoever was in earshot. I guess that was Ms. Lohan. 

I wished I hadn't seen her that way. I always thought she was quite pretty.

I calmly walked out of the club toward my Accord. As I put the key in the ignition, I was nearly blinded by a thousand little lights. The paparazzi had followed Lindsay out of the club as she tried to run for her Mercedes. And now I was blocked in. I had no choice but to wait until she drove off. When she squealed out of the lot, I drove off, more calmly. 

I remembered what Chris once said about the paparazzi, and boy, was he was ever right.

But I also knew that right now, I was starving. The food at Red Light seemed to be non-existent. So Burger King was calling my name! But at this late hour, finding one was a problem. When I finally found one that was open, it was after 2 in the morning. But luckily it was largely empty, so getting an order wouldn't be a problem. 

As I waited in line, there was a disheveled-looking girl wearing aviator sunglasses, jeans, an old t-shirt and baseball cap at the counter arguing with the cashier about her order. Apparently she didn't have enough cash to pay for it, and they didn't take credit cards. 

"Come on! I just want a freakin' burger! Can't you handle this? I have the cash at home, I can pay you in like an hour!" she said in a raspy voice, sounding desperate.

The cashier wasn't budging, and the manager seemed ready to call Police. Things only got worse when a punkish photographer wandered in, realized the situation and started snapping pictures. This set the girl off even further, she tried to be calm, knowing cameras never blink. 

I watched all this with more and more disdain. I finally stood in front of his camera and said;

"Excuse me;" I said calmly to the photog "isn't that one of those new Nikons?"

"Yeah, so?" he replied with attitude.

"I think you have it setup wrong, I have the same one and there's supposed to be an indicator light on, yours isn't. None of those photos are gonna come out." I explained. He stopped shooting for a minute and looked at his camera.

"I do a lot of the same work as you. It's a great camera but that lights gotta be on, man." I continued.

"What do you mean? Where is it?" he began turning his camera around and around.

"Here, let me show you," I took the camera from him and pointed to a button on the side "see, right here is where it is and..."

Click!

At that moment I pressed a button that popped out the memory card. I then did a quick juggle with it and it sailed into the condiments bar.

"Oh, my God!" I said.

I ran over to it, cleverly moving it under the ketchup and mustard dispensers. Before the photog could stop me, I pushed down and a huge squirt of ketchup and mustard "accidentally" drenched the memory card. All the while pretending I was just a clumsy guy.

"Oh, I am so sorry, that suckers ruined, maybe if you wash it off it'll be OK." I said, trying to be helpful.

"You fuckin' idiot!" he screamed "I'm gonna sue your ass! And you witnessed this! It's all on those cameras!" he pointed to the security cameras as he yelled at the Burger King staff. But the manager ordered the guy to leave and he stormed out. 

The disheveled girl had stood watching all this with a mix of fascination and admiration. She began to smile at how this whole scene had unfolded. I turned to the cashier and said;

"Uh, how much does she owe? Could you add her meal to mine?" I said reaching into my wallet and with a calmer tone than what had just left.

"Oh, no, please! You don't have to do that." The girl said.

"No, no, it's the least I can do," I insisted. "Geez, they'll sell anybody a camera these days." I said shaking my head with weary disgust.

"I guess so." She replied, smiling and sliding down her aviators to look at me better.

I paid for both meals and went over to a table. She took hers and went to one facing me. Removing her glasses, she leaned over in my direction and whispered;

"Thank you so much! I'll send you the money."

"Oh come on! You don't have to. Just say that, uh, some nice guy bought you dinner tonight." I said. 

She chuckled at my attempt at charm.

"I'm Jim, by the way." As I offered her my hand.

"Lindsay, Lindsay Lohan." She replied.

"Pleased to meet you, Lindsay." I said.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that, I've had a really crappy night and this just made it worse. Plus I didn't get to my ATM today and, ugh, it's just a bad day." She explained. Just then her phone rang.

"And this dumb thing won't stop ringing!" she growled.

"Yes, but how has this day REALLY been for you?" I said with mock-seriousness.

"Not very good!" she laughed in response.

She removed the ball cap and a thick head of titian red hair cascaded out. I now truly realized that this was the real "Lindsay" in front of me. 

Time to play it cool, Hollywood.

The hair had suddenly transformed her into this casually gorgeous girl with a vintage Aerosmith shirt and faded jeans.

Like I said; "Time to play it cool, Hollywood."

"That's a neat trick you did with that camera. How'd you know where that button was?" she asked.

"What button?" I replied.

We both stared at one another and then laughed.

"I knew where it was, and I really do use the same camera. The release button is the same on all of them." I said. 

"I just hope he really doesn't sue you." Lindsay replied.

"It's his word against mine, doesn't look like he has too many allies in here." I said looking around.

Lindsay casually munched on her fries and a Coke, watching me all the while. I was trying to hide my tendency to wolf down the cheeseburgers. 

"So what do you do, Jim?" she asked

"Well, I hope you're not offended." I slowly replied.

"Offended by what?"

"Well, I work for a photographer, a real one, one who doesn't chase people down streets. The kind who takes 'real' pictures." I explained.

"Oh! I see." She replied

"I was hoping you'd say that." I said, relieved that my time with her hadn't just ended.

"I went to school with the guy I work with, and he offered me a job with him, so here I am," I paused "in a Burger King at 2 AM with Lindsay Lohan."

She laughed heartily. Her smoky voice and laugh were such a turn-on.

"Hey, it's the place to be!" she responded, laughing more.

Once again, I had that weird feeling. I was sitting across and talking to a Hollywood beauty like she was an old friend from back east. I also had that empty feeling of "what do I say now?"

Luckily, Lindsay took the initiative.

"Where are you going from here?" she asked.

"Home, I guess. My partner's probably still at that club." I replied.

"Which one?" she asked.

"'The Red Light District'." I said

"Oh! No way am I going back there!" she said firmly.

"Me neither. I'm not a club guy anyway." I said

"Really? So, what kind of guy are you?" she slowly asked with a sly smile.

I thought for a long time.

"You know, I never thought about that. I'm always the guy who gets his drink spilled on him, places are too crowded anyway." I said

"Why don't we go for some coffee?" she offered.

"Is there any place open at this time?" I wondered.

"Hmm, probably not now that you mention it." She said.

"Well, uh, I have coffee at my place." I said, hesitantly.

"Where's that?" she asked.

"Off the Beach Roads area, do you know it?" I said.

"Why don't I just follow you there." She suggested.

"Good thinking!" I said.

And we were off. My old Accord was being followed by her new Mercedes CLS-550 coupe. I kept my eyes on the rearview mirror, and my mind focused on what might just occur tonight, or should I say this morning as it was close to 3 AM now.

We got to my place with no trouble. She's a better driver than what's been said. I was just glad I wasn't the bad driver. And that I'd bothered to tidy up my place. I won't go into too much detail about it, but it works very well for me. As we got in the door, Smokie, my cat was meowing his greeting to us. 

"Oh! You've got a cat! Oh, what a beauty! Hi, there!" she said sweetly as she crouched down and stroked his head.

"What's his name?" she asked

"Smokie. Let me get the coffee going." I replied as I headed for the kitchen to refill his food dish and start the coffee.

"Hi, Smokie, Hi darling. You're so pretty." She continued in that sweet tone of voice.

She walked around my place, checking out the vintage music posters on the walls. There were few lights on, and the lack thereof gave the place a bit more of an intimate feel. Even in darkness.

"This is a neat place," She said looking around "I love these posters!" she asked

"Thanks, it's crummy but its home." I joked

"It's not crummy!" she countered with a smile. 

She slowly walked into my kitchen, holding Smokie, who was clearly purring. I'd be too if I was him!

"I love your cat, Jim." She said with another smile.

"Thanks. I think he loves you too. He's, uh, my best friend." I slowly replied.

"Well, we all need those, right?" she said a little softer, looking into my eyes.

"Yes, we do." I replied, softly as well.

We stared at one another, and the smell of the coffee brought us back.

"Uh, cream and sugar for you?" I asked

"Right. Not too much." She replied.

We took our cups back into the main room. 

It was just starting to rain outside.

We sat on the couch. She was seated relatively close to me. There were only 2 lights on, so the rest of the condo was dark. As if no one was home.

"What made you come out here, anyway?" Lindsay asked

"My friend has his business, and we've known each other forever. So I finally took him up on his offer to come out here. What about you?" I asked.

"Oh, let's see, I guess I just had stars in my eyes my whole life." She said wistfully.

"You still do. They're just a little brighter now." I replied.

"Thank you, Jim." She said sweetly

I put my coffee down and moved in a little closer, she did the same. And we kissed. Softly first, then a bit deeper. 

"Wow, that was nice." She said softly.

"I liked it too." I replied.

We kissed again, deeper still. Her tongue felt so slick and soft. With her eyes closed, she looked like she was in heaven. There was such a look of passion on her face. When her eyes opened again, she was beaming. 

"Oh, that was nice, baby!" she said happily.

She moved in and embraced me. Her body felt so warm against mine. I kissed her neck and she slowly threw her head back and sighed. Her eyes were closed as I kissed her. I now moved my hands down to her sides, and then to her tits. She gave no resistance and it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra either. So her gorgeous chest was now in my hands, and her nipples began to harden too. She had dipped her head down and began whispering in my ear with that smoky voice of hers;

"Ohh, baby, yes, Mmmm, I like what you're doing, honey."

Her hands began to rub my chest and work their way inside my shirt. She knew what I was doing felt good, but she had a more practical idea in mind.

"Honey, let's go in your bedroom, it'll be more comfortable there." She whispered calmly.

"Yes, OK." I responded, calmly, but also nervously.

She was barely holding my hand as I led her up the stairs to my bedroom. I flicked on a light and she slowly pulled me toward her and we kissed again.

"Where's your bathroom, honey?" she asked.

"Oh, down the hallway, on the right." I pointed out to the hallway.

She disappeared for a moment as I kicked off my sneakers. 

I took a deep breath, wondering what was in store for me. I had a Hollywood beauty in my home. I truly was not in Kansas anymore, Or in Connecticut for that matter. A steady rain was now falling outside.

"Hey, baby." 

I turned around and Lindsay had reappeared in the doorway, wearing only a pair of black panties.

She appeared shy at being seen this way, so she covered herself slightly saying in a soft voice;

"Hi." 

I was speechless, to say the least. 

"Hello, beautiful." I replied softly

But I could tell she was shy being seen like this.

Her body looked stunning. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders and just above her breasts. And those were stunning too. With her fair complexion, they were large, light-skinned, slightly freckled, globes with pink nipples. There was absolutely no sag, whatsoever. I beckoned her over to me and she hesitantly responded. We held each other and kissed again. She rested her head on my chest.

"This is so nice." She said looking up at me.

"I like it too." I replied.

She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, feeling her tits against my chest felt incredible. I reached around and felt her through the thin material of her panties, then reached under them and felt her ass. It was smooth, soft and curvy.

"Oh, yes, that feels good." She moaned.

Her hands had found their way to my belt as she looked down and began unbuckling my pants. She felt her way inside my underwear and found my dick, now responding to her touches.

"Mmmm, nice." She said softly.

"Let me help you." I said as I pulled my pants down and she saw my dick fully.

"Wow! I like it!" she said with a smile.

My dick was rubbing against the material of her panties.

"Can I take your panties off?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes, please." She replied, just as softly.

I slowly kneeled down, kissing her belly as I worked my way down.

Her panties were of a sheer black material. I kissed the material and rubbed my hand on them, there was an enormous amount of moist heat underneath them. It almost seemed to radiate from them. I slowly slid them down to reveal a perfectly shaved pussy with a small landing strip above. Her pussy hair was a flaming red as well. I softly kissed the hair and then softly kissed the area around her pussy. The gates to her love nest seem to slowly open the more I kissed them. And Lindsay was now breathing heavily and her body shuddered. I looked up at her tits as they jutted out like twin mountain peaks, occasionally rolling back as Lindsay's head went back in ecstasy.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Uh-God!" she screamed.

My tongue hadn't even penetrated her and she was already in orgasm. Just from my kisses.

Her hands were going through my hair now. 

"Hang on a second, let me catch my breath." She said breathlessly.

"OK, yes." I replied.

We experienced a fully naked kiss.

I took her over to my bed where we lay down beside one another.

We both looked into one another's eyes and I caressed her body. Moving my hands along her hips and caressing them. She smiled widely all along, and responded by caressing my face. 

"Oh my God, Jim that feels so good what you're doing." She said. 

"I love what you're doing too." I answered.

She slowly pushed me on my back.

"It's my turn, now." She said in that sexy rasp of a voice.

She kissed me on my cheek, then lips, then my chin, ever so softly. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 05



Then she smiled that special "Lindsay smile" at me. She lay beside me, moving her hands over my chest until she got down to my increasingly hard dick. All the while she was breathing and whispering in my ear;

"Ohhh, baby...you feel so nice....you've got such a nice dick baby."

Her hands now had my dick in their grasp.

"Oh...so nice." She whispered

She sat up and moved her head down close to my dick. I could see her admiring it and stroking it. Her mouth went down on it, and I could see a head of red hair enveloping it. She'd turn her head towards me and I could see her mouth slowly move up and down it. She spit on it for extra lubrication and jerked it as well as taking it all into her mouth. She shot a smile back at me as she came off it. 

"Wow! You've got a nice one, baby!" she said, smiling.

She resumed her lip service.

I was just watching the view, still amazed that this was Lindsay Lohan, in my bed. 

I so wanted to do a 69 with her, but I didn't have the courage to suggest it. Plus I didn't want to seem greedy. I should just enjoy the action here. Why spoil the moment?

Lindsay had other ideas.

While still enjoying my dick, she swung her legs over my mouth and I was presented with a beautiful pink love nest just inches away from me. I reached out for her ass and drew it to my mouth and started to flick my tongue over it. Then pulled her down more so that her ass was practically on my chest and inserted a finger in her pussy. 

"Oh! Oh, my God!" she yelled out.

It felt so moist and hot as I inserted, then removed, my finger. I went between that and simply rubbing her pussy. 

"Huh-God! Oh God!" she was now screaming.

I went all out now, and shoved my tongue into her pussy and swirled it around, she screamed even more now. Her pussy tasted so sweet.

"Oh, oh, oh, damn! Fuck!" she screamed out.

She was trying to keep sucking my dick, but my tongue action made her lose control.

"Oh my God! I'm coming! I'm coming! Yes!!!! Oh fuck!!!" she screamed out.

And her body tensed up as I felt her come, then she collapsed.

I was now staring at her beautiful ass as it slid down my chest. She swung her legs back over and lay on her side, seemingly spent. She rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through that red hair.

"Oh my God Jim, That was great." She said breathlessly.

"Come on up here." I said softly.

She slowly worked her way back up and lay with me. She was limp and seemed totally spent already. But I could tell she wanted more, her body just needed to recharge.

It felt so good just lying naked with her. I could smell her perfume mixed with her sex. 

"I'm sorry if we have to stop so often, I'm always afraid my asthma might start up." She explained.

"That's OK, I understand. Just lying here with you is wonderful."

"Oh Jim, Thank you." She said softly.

We lay on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms. The rain fell softly outside.

"Come on, sit up," She now said "I want to show you something."

I did and we were now facing each other. She sat back on her hind legs and slowly rubbed her hands on my chest. She closed her eyes slightly and reached down with both hands and began to rub her pussy. 

"I like to do this. Get myself off." She said calmly, but sensuously.

"My pussy gets really wet this way. And I like a hard dick, like yours. I can't wait for you to fuck me, baby." She continued.

I was speechless, watching all this in front of me. My dick was rock hard now. It was tough not to finish this myself. Her tits would rise up the more she breathed. And she smiled widely at me. 

"Do you like watching this, honey?" she asked softly "Watching me?"

"Oh yes, yes I do." I replied.

"Mmmm, I knew you would." She said smiling.

She leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"Can I touch you?" I asked hesitantly

"Ooo, please do." She said with a smile.

I reached out and grasped her tits. They felt so soft and silky. She giggled as I caressed them and fondled her nipples. She was smiling widely and her chest heaved in and out as she continued to rub herself. 

"Give me your hand." She said softly.

I reached out with my right hand and she placed it underneath hers. And she resumed rubbing her pussy with my hand joining in. I was now pleasuring her. My hand was quickly drenched in her pussy juice. Her eyes closed, head thrown back and her mouth open in ecstasy.

"Oh, baby, yes, you're making me feel so good, baby." She said sexily as she was breathing heavy.

I leaned in and kissed her yet again.

She stopped her hand action, took a deep breath, and said;

"I'm ready now, baby" she said firmly, in that slightly raspy voice of hers.

"Ready?" I asked.

She looked me in the eyes now.

"I want you to fuck me now." She said with a smile.

"Are you sure, you're OK?" I asked

"Absolutely," She replied with a smile "I want to feel you inside me."

I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a Trojan.

"Let me do the honors." She said smiling.

She caressed my dick, slowly stroking it, smiling in anticipation as she put the condom on.

"I'm on the pill so don't worry about anything." She said looking at me.

She turned over onto her back and I turned to be on top of her.

She opened her legs wide, stroking her pussy as I entered her.

She inhaled deeply, watching me all the while. Then she smiled as she became accustomed to this new feeling inside her.

"Oooooh..." she said softly.

She nodded at me that she was OK.

I didn't want to just ram myself into her. This was something special, no doubt.

I slowly began to fuck her, enjoying the slow burning passion that was building inside us. She wasn't necessarily vocal now, but her throaty moans were indescribable. 

I knew I was making her feel good!

"Oh, yeah!" she occasionally yelped in that raspy voice.

"You like that?" I asked

"Oh, yeah, honey! Fuck me good! Fuck me good!" she replied

I now started to fuck her harder, with power. This only increased her exhortations to me.

"Uh-yeah! Uh-yeah! Uh-yeah! Fuck me hard!" she was screaming now.

I pulled out and she quickly turned over shoving her ass up.

"Fuck me doggie style! Fuck me!" she yelled. 

I quickly got up behind her and inserted my dick. She let out a deep guttural sound when I did.

"Uh-huh! Yeah! Fuck my ass! Uh-huh! Fuck that ass!" she yelled

My hips were now slapping her ass cheeks. 

"Oh God! Fuck me baby! Fuck me baby!" she yelled.

I reached around and felt her tits. They were like swinging globes of love. I pulled her up and kissed her neck and she was in total ecstasy now.

"Oh baby, yes!" she moaned.

I continued to ram her from behind, she buried her face in the bed and her ass was sticking straight up now. Her moans and screams were slightly muted but she was definitely enjoying my actions.

"Awwwww....Huh-yeah! Huh-yeah! Huh-yeah! Fuck me!" she screamed.

My dick was pulsing with excitement as I continued ramming into her. I could feel an explosion building within. 

"I'm gonna come soon baby!" I said

"Oh yeah! Come for me baby! Come for me!" she cried

And almost instantly I exploded. I kept pounding out my release until we both collapsed onto the bed amidst a swirl of moans and heavy breathing from both of us. Lindsay's moans slowly died down and she felt her own release. She was such a sexy girl that sometimes you can only hold out so long with someone like her.

"Wow, that was incredible." She said still gasping a little, but smiling widely.

I was too out of breath to speak. I still couldn't believe what had just happened.

We lay in bed, my arms wrapped around her. She still felt soft to the touch. Her perfume was still a feast for the senses.

"You feel so beautiful." I finally whispered in her ear.

"You do too." She whispered in reply.

We quickly fell asleep.

It was after 8 when we awoke, still naked in my bed. What awoke us was not the presence of one another, But the arrival of Smokie. Who was demanding our attention. It was Lindsay who noticed this first. And it was she who made the trip downstairs, still naked, to find his food. I was still asleep. 

I could hear cabinet doors closing as she searched around my kitchen looking for cat food.

She came back upstairs and slowly climbed back into bed with me. 

"Hey, good morning baby." She said smiling

"Good morning beautiful." I replied

We kissed one another. Holding her between the sheets was so sexy, knowing she was naked underneath. We lay in each others' arms. It felt so special, so beautiful. The sun was coming up outside.

Lindsay had drifted back to sleep, so I let her doze while I headed for the showers.

As I let the water flow over me I was slowly letting it sink in that I'd spent the night with one of the hottest, most desired women around, Lindsay Lohan. What an amazing experience this had been. I was truly a long way from home. And a long way from the person I'd been before. My eyes were closed as I slowly ran my hands through my hair, letting the water flow through it and letting my thoughts flow as well. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice;

"Hey, baby. Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, sure." I replied

She stepped in with me, smiling as usual. She gave me a quick kiss and reached for the soap and began to lather herself up. 

"Would you like some help?" I asked

"That'll be nice." She replied

Her back was to me and I took the soap from her and slowly lathered her back. I soaped up her ass and felt it lovingly. It was just the perfect size and her cheeks were just like soft pillows. I worked my way around to her front as her arms were raised up to wash her face. I was washing her tits. She giggled a little as she felt my hands on them. She knew my dick was poking at her ass. It was quickly growing in response.

"I feel something!" she said with a giggle.

She turned to face me. She was slippery and soapy, and I loved it!

I continued to wash her tits and then moved my soapy hands to her pussy. Her hands went down to my dick and slowly massaged it to full size.

"Let me wash you now" she said.

Her hands began to lather my chest, they worked their way down to my dick and she took special care to clean that.

"Turn around." She said

She began to wash my back and felt my ass the same I'd felt hers.

"Nice ass, baby!" she said laughing and wrapping her arms around me.

"Thank you, I've always liked it too." I said laughing as well.

I turned around and my dick was now at full staff.

"Nice dick, too!" she said with a naughty smile and a fluttering of her eyebrows as she massaged it again and looked into my eyes.

She deeply kissed me. I felt her tongue inside my mouth.

I had to get at those tits! I eagerly took one into my mouth and sucked on it with a passion. My hand went down to her pussy and quickly inserted a finger inside. She gasped as she felt herself invaded by my tongue on her breast and my finger in her pussy and she was now moaning continuously and threw her head back in ecstasy.

She then slowly knelt down and took my dick into her mouth. Her mouth and tongue action felt exquisite. Her tongue slowly licked its way down my entire length. Then she withdrew, she licked her lips, then looked up at me;

"You like?" she asked sensuously

"I like." I replied

"Good." She said, and continued her lip service. That now included a slow massaging of my dick.

I could feel an explosion building.

"Oh yes, oh yes, Lindsay, I'm gonna come baby." I said

"You wanna come on my boobs?" she said

"Yes! Yes!" I responded

She thrust out her chest, grabbed my dick and jerked it for all it was worth and I exploded onto those beauties of hers.

"Wow! Oh yeah! All over me!" she squealed with delight. She massaged my come onto her tits. Then took my dick back into her mouth and licked any leftover come until my tank was empty.

She stood up and kissed my cheeks.

"Nice!" she said with a smile.

We hugged each other tight as the hot water splashed over us.

I turned the water off and we toweled each other off. 

It was strangely sensuous to see Lindsay doing simple things like combing her hair, brushing her teeth. Of course she was naked, but even if she wasn't there was a simple beauty to these actions of hers. It felt like she'd been with me for so much longer than one night.

Lindsay threw on a t-shirt of mine (no panties) and we went downstairs. Smokie was now waiting for some love from Lindsay. She quickly picked him up and stroked his head while I started some coffee. Lindsay didn't ask for anything special to eat. And we sat and talked. She told me stories of her films, future plans she had, how much happier she was now. She became quiet at one point before saying;

"You know, don't believe everything you read about me. Especially what you saw last night, I know I can be a lot of trouble sometimes."

I nodded in agreement.

"And um, I'm not gay." She said quietly "I might fool around but I like guys." 

"OK." I replied.

"And I like you." She said with a smile and a look of serenity on her face.

"Uh, thank you. I like you too." I was taken aback by what she said. Perhaps her time in rehab had made her more forthright with people.

There was a long silence between us.

"I think you could use a refill." She said as she took my coffee cup.

As she refilled my coffee, I got a good look at her ass peeking out from under my t-shirt. As well as great look down her shirt (OK, my shirt) at her tits again.

"I know what you're looking at!" she said with a laugh as she refilled my cup. "Wanna see 'em again?" and she quickly pulled up her/my shirt and shoved her tits into my face, giggling all the while. I eagerly licked and sucked them as best I could. I was laughing too. She pulled the shirt off completely and sat in my lap as we kissed some more. My hands began to wander around her body again and she was responding.

"Baby, we better not start something we can't finish." She said calmly.

We both knew that, it was tough to accept but we had to. We had our own separate lives to resume. 

"You're right." I said with a smile.

Lindsay went back upstairs to dress. When she came back down, she still looked great. Her hair was in a ponytail now, and she still had my shirt on. 

"I guess you wanted a souvenir." I said as I held her at the door.

She nodded in agreement.

We walked out to her car, and embraced one last time. The street was quiet and she looked a little confused, but relieved.

"What are you looking for?" I asked

"It's strange, no camera guys around." She replied.

"Well, except for me." I said

She looked at me and smiled, I could tell she didn't want to go.

"Here," she handed a slip of paper to me "this is my number if you ever want to get together again. I really loved being with you." She said through a sniffle.

"OK, I loved being with you too." I said calmly.

We kissed one last time. 

She got in the Mercedes and drove off. But not before she blew me a kiss. I grabbed my heart in mock drama as if her kiss had hit me there and smiled widely. She laughed. I stood in my driveway and watched as she smoothly disappeared into the distance.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 06



All of the work we'd been doing was starting to pay off. After working in a cramped studio, Chris made a deal for a much larger facility. It would be in, of all places, a former bowling alley. It was 2 stories, built in the late 50's, and even had a private entrance. So we wouldn't have a repeat of the "Paris smuggling" that had been our ticket to the big time. Chris spent the next month supervising the design of the place. We made a nice deal to sell all the bowling gear (but saved one lane's worth for ourselves, how many photographers can boast of an in-studio bowling alley?) and gained a huge new workspace complete with upstairs offices.

As if all this wasn't exciting enough, Chris got a call that sent us in another direction.

"Hey, Hollywood! What've you got planned for next month?"

"Let me check my calendar," I said with a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger and looking at a blank desk "Gee, nothing."

"Remember Chuck Tyler?" he said

"Tyler? Tyler? Oh yeah! He's the cheapskate who wouldn't let us ride to Vegas for the Tigress show." 

I was telling the truth. Chuck said there was no room on the private jet to Vegas for us, and THEN claimed the record company switched planes on him when we suddenly noticed the huge Gulfstream jet at the Vegas airport while we were flying home on a packed commercial flight.

"Well, Chucky-boy is making up for it. How'd you like to go to London with Tigress?"

"London! Are you serious?" I yelled

"You bet! Tigress is doing their promotional tour and we get the job of shooting photos for their website and elsewhere."

"We're there, baby!" I yelled out

"Yeah, well I figured since you invaded Paris it was only fair to let you invade London too." He said with a sly grin.

"Hey! Watch it! You're talking about the girl I loved for one night, and one night only!" I replied with an equally sly grin.

We were over the moon.

Tigress' tour would be a whirlwind 3 weeks bouncing around England, Ireland and Scotland. The girls would be doing lots of TV appearances, interviews, photo shoots, etc. And we'd be along for the ride snapping pictures for the record company and their website. The timing of this was perfect, the builders would be at work while we were gone, so we could shut down the old place, head off across the pond, and come back to a new home. Chris had his cousin supervising the construction so we knew things were in good hands when we took off for London.

For a change, Chuck was a man of his word. We had a private jet taking us to the U.K., and we had Tigress along for the ride. It was a long flight from LA and I hate to admit it, but I slept most of the way. I think Chris was busy reconnecting with "Candy" and "Mandy". 

Tigress hit London in a big way, there was a huge reception for them when we arrived and we were snapping away. The next few days were a blur. I was hoping I might get to play tourist at some point. 

But we had a big appearance to plan for.

Tigress would be performing on England's top music program "Mega Music 360". And it turned out we'd be part of the performance. Chris had the idea of us playing paparazzi on screen while they performed. This would give us even better pictures. Chuck and the girls loved the idea. I just hoped I didn't trip over anything while on camera.

"Mega Music" was England's version of "TRL" and usually featured a rotating group of hosts. But this week it brought in someone else. Hilary Duff.

We arrived at the BBC studios that afternoon for rehearsals. Chris and I followed the girls around, snapping photos here and there. I was loading shots into my laptop when I heard a banging sound from a hallway. I looked around the corner and there she was.

Hilary Duff, looking cool in a red and white striped Nike running suit and sneakers. Only here she was banging a Coke machine with her foot.

"God damn it!" she was yelling.

For someone as short as her, she packed quite a kick.

"Uh, can I help?" I asked

"Stupid fuckin' machine steals my money!" She angrily replied.

"Let me try it." I said

My approach was a little more subtle. I pushed against the machine 'til it leaned back, then let it go. With a heavy thud, it hit the floor.

And 2 Cokes slid out.

We both looked at each other, amazed.

"Simple." I said with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders.

"I guess so!" she replied with an even bigger smile

"I'm Jim, by the way. I'm doing the photos for Tigress."

"Hi, I'm Hilary." She replied shaking my hand.

"Uh, indeed you are. And you're even prettier than I expected." I said nervously

"Oh, thank you!" she laughed

She noticed my camera and laptop on my shoulder.

"Oh! You're one of the paparazzi guys." She said

"Yes, it was my boss, well, my friend's idea." I replied

"How's that work?" she asked

"Long story, but we went to school together, he does the photos, and I do the computer work." I explained

"Where are you from? Certainly not London." She said

"LA, he has a studio out there." 

"Which one? Maybe I know it." She asked

"'East Coast Image'." I replied (Clever name, huh? We thought it would be funny) 

"I know that one!" she said excitedly "they did those Paris Hilton shots. Those were so cool!"

That girl's name keeps coming up at the strangest times, I thought.

Hilary was called away by the assistants on the show. She walked off with them but over her shoulder said;

"Great meeting you Jim! See you on the show."

And that was it for my meeting with Hilary. 

I smiled to myself as she left. Man, she's cute! 

"Congratulations to the lucky man." I thought.

The show went great. I had to remind myself not to look at the cameras while they performed and while we took our shots. But I caught myself looking over at Ms. Duff. She had changed into a white shirt and black leather miniskirt combo. Showing lots of leg too. Stiletto heels completed the look. 

She was a long way from "Lizzie McGuire" that's for sure!

After the show, Chris and I thought we'd finally had some time off. Not quite, Mega Music always had a big party at the end of each week's show and naturally, Tigress would be there, and us too.

The party was held at a ritzy hotel in London and it felt strange knowing that we were the only photographers who didn't have to shove one another around for the perfect shot. But that's just what happened as a sea of flashbulbs went off as Hilary walked in. She made a point of stopping for the other photographers. Then suddenly pulled Chris and me over.

"Hey guys! I have my own paparazzi with me tonight, so be nice to them!" she said with a laugh. So the photographers from the states had English photographers photographing them. Strange didn't begin to describe it! But the dirty looks we got from them said more!

The party was a blur, Hilary floated around the room talking to everybody connected with the show, telling them how much she loved being there, loved London, wanted to come back again. I kept my mind on my work. Chris, on the other hand, was working the room in his own way. And it was getting a little too claustrophobic for me. So I grabbed a drink and headed out to a nearby courtyard. Just as I'd begun to calm down, my phone rang. It was Chris.

"Hey pal, you can wrap things up if you want to." He said with a cool professional tone.

"Oh, OK. Uh, where are you?" I suddenly wondered why he was calling me if we were practically in the same room.

"In the limo with the girls, say 'hi' girls." He replied with a laugh and a touch of swagger. I then heard Candy and Mandy, plus unknown others yell out; 

"Hi, Hollywood!" and then dissolve into giggles.

"You abandoned me AGAIN?" I said, shocked.

"Oh, come on! Have some fun Hollywood! London after dark is supposed to be pretty wild." He replied with a laugh.

"Uh-huh. I'll see you back at the hotel, I hope!" I said.

"Unless my companions have other ideas, yes." Chris replied

Then I heard chanting;

"Hollywood! Hollywood! Hollywood!"

"See 'ya later pal!" and Chris hung up his phone.

I was alone once again in a strange city. I headed inside to collect my gear and figure out my travel plans. Just once I'd like to leave HIM alone in a strange town. 

Just then, Hilary appeared.

"Hey! I was wondering where you went! Your partner just left with Tigress."

"Right, I know he just called from his limo." I said

"Oh, do you need a ride somewhere?" she offered.

"Uh, are you sure it's not a problem?" I said, unsure of the offer.

"Nah, come on. I want to get out of here too." And she took my hand and we were off.

Her limo was, well, what else? 

A silver Rolls-Royce. 

I couldn't believe my luck. I didn't know weather to admire the car. Or my traveling companion. 

She hopped into the backseat telling her driver to take us to the Dorchester. She was just as impressed with our transport. 

"I've been in limos before, but this is unreal!" she said with a laugh.

"Man, are you ever right Ms. Duff."

"Oh come on! Everybody calls me Hilary! I hate that formal stuff, it's just not me!"

"OK, Ms. Hilary then." I said with a smile

"I like that! Very classy!" she smiled

"Right! Just like you!" I replied.

She gave me a sly smile at my response.

"Yeah, I like that." As she nodded her head and repeated it a little softer now.

I checked my gear, making sure I remembered everything. It all fit in a canvas messenger bag.

"Nice bag, you keep everything there?" she asked

"Uh-huh. Cameras, laptop, you name it."

"Oh! Can I see the photos you took?" she asked eagerly.

"Sure." I reached for one of the cameras.

"No, wait until we get there, you can show me on the laptop." She said.

We arrived at the Dorchester and went up a private elevator to her suite. It was first class, all the way. Elegantly decorated, and fashionably disorganized. Her suitcases were scattered about the room, the bed slightly undone, the shades drawn throughout.

"You can setup over there, I'm just gonna change." Hilary said as she went into the bedroom.

I set up my laptop and began transferring the photos from my camera. Hilary reappeared wearing silk pajama pants and pulling a black t-shirt down over her.

"Oh cool! I love those shots!" she exclaimed as we scrolled through them.

One photo stood out for her. She was leaning against a wall on the sound stage and the shadows gave her a mysterious quality. Her expression had a far away look to it. It was obviously not a posed shot.

"Is that me?" she asked, stunned.

"Yes, I think I had the camera settings wrong and-"

"No! I love it! Oh my God that is so pretty! I've never seen myself like that!" she said.

We looked through several more shots, she was gushing over how great she looked in some of them.

"Wow! You guys are great!" she said with excitement.

"Let's celebrate!" she said as she bounded over to the phone and called room service. 

I couldn't help but notice she didn't seem to be wearing a bra as her tits bounced along with every move. And they looked amazing.

The more she looked at my photos, the happier she got.

"I wish all my pictures looked this good," She continued complimenting me "Can we try some here?"

"Now?" I asked

"Sure!" she replied.

"Uh, OK why not?" I said

"Great! Let me put something else on, I'll be right back!" and she took off for the bedroom.

I was a little overwhelmed at how quickly things had happened. But I dutifully setup my camera again.

"OK, how's this?" she asked warily

My eyes bugged out and I was breathless for a moment.

Hilary had changed into a black satin camisole. Her golden blonde hair stood out and her curves were even more accented. She turned around a few times for my approval.

"What do you think?" she asked

"I like it, very, uh,.." I replied hesitantly, trying to be diplomatic.

"Sexy?" she asked with a smile.

I could only nod my head in response

"Good! I just bought some stuff and I've been dying to see what somebody thinks." She said confidently.

"Uh, let's take some pictures." I had now regained my professional attitude.

Hilary posed looking into the mirror with a sweet smile, then in a chair with her legs up on a table. She moved onto the king size bed and propped herself up on her elbow, now with a look of seduction on her face. I was snapping away all the while.

"Let me put on something else!" and she went back into a dressing area. 

I was blown away again.

Now she had on a white silk robe. When she untied it, there was a white satin bra and panties combo with matching silk stockings and a garter belt. Her belly was perfectly toned and her tits were lifted slightly by the bra's underwire. 

"Nice!" I thought.

We snapped more photos and now she showed off her ass to me in them. 

Just then, the room bell rang and her order had arrived. She quickly tied up the robe and headed for the door.

We sat and munched on nachos. She was looking at me with those sexy eyes of hers. 

"So, you like taking pictures, huh?" she asked.

"Well, yes, yes I do." I replied "I'm better at it than I thought. Chris is a great teacher."

"You do a good job," She said slowly "it's not everyday I let somebody take photos like those you know."

"I'm honored." I said

"OK, let's do a few more. I'll be right back." And she left for her dressing area again.

Could this get even better? Is there more lingerie for me to see? Nah, no way!

"OK, what do you think?" 

I turned around and she had on a silver satin robe.

"Looks good." I said

"How about now?" she said softly as she opened the robe and was completely naked underneath. Her tits were beautiful C cup size with small pink nipples. Her pussy was a neatly trimmed shade of blonde. Just enough to show she was a real girl and not some fake stick figure model.

"W-w-wow." I croaked out.

"Just wow?" she asked

I was beyond speechless at this moment. She didn't look at all like the sweet characters she played on screen. She was a real woman, and a beautiful one at that!

I still was at a loss for words. 

"I'm, I'm not sure what I should say." I said hesitantly.

She walked over, wrapped me in her arms, and softly kissed me on the cheek. 

"Say you'll make love to me." She whispered softly in my ear.

I returned the kiss as my arms went around her waist. Our kisses were deeper now. 

She began to tug at my shirt and it was quickly removed. 

"I want to see you naked now." She said with a smile.

It felt strange being on the other side of things in this situation, disrobing for a girl instead of the other way around. I was the nervous one here, but I complied.

When my underwear dropped, she smiled when she saw my dick.

"Oh, nice!" she said happily.

It hadn't reached full staff yet, but when she dropped her robe and held me, that quickly changed. We kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining. My hands felt her ass. Her hands were wrapped around my dick.

"You feel nice..." she said softly.

"So do you." I replied just as softly.

My hands went to her tits as I felt and caressed them. Hilary breathed in slightly as she felt my hands on her. Her nipples were erect now. 

"Uhhh...yes...that feels so good." Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back as I kissed her neck. I was in awe of just how good she felt. She was this sweet, wholesome girl next door. And I was the one with her now.

She turned around and sat me down on the bed, then slowly moved her hands down my chest. 

"I want to make you feel good. I hope I do this right." She said with hesitation.

"You've never-?" I asked.

"Well, I've had sex but I never really did, well, this." And she pointed to my dick, now fully erect.

"Oh, I see." I replied

"I tried it a couple of times but I don't think I did it right." She said with uncertainty.

She caressed my dick and then started to lick the tip.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to." I said calmly

"No, let me try it. I always hear about how guys love this." She said confidently now.

Her mouth now began to swallow my manhood, and I could see she was gagging somewhat. Her tongue went up and down the length of it. She kissed my balls too. That felt good.

"I guess I'll get better the more I do it?" she asked with a smile.

"You're fine now. Let me make you feel good." I said.

"OK." She said.

We exchanged places and I opened her legs. Her pussy hair was a golden blonde. 

"I'll be gentle." I said reassuringly.

"OK." She'd tensed up a little but I gently touched her pussy lips and rubbed her outer folds. I could hear her moaning a little.

I gently kissed her pussy and could tell it was getting wetter by the second.

"Oh baby, oh my god, that feels so good." She sighed.

I licked her even more now, and found her clit and gently kissed that too. She suddenly gasped as my tongue worked its way in and around her love nest.

"Oh god! Oh god! Yes! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Yes!" she cried out "Uh-huh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh Goddddd!" she cried out in ecstasy, I think I'd just struck orgasm.

I slowed down and gently kissed her pussy again. I felt her hands on my head and I stood up and joined her on the bed.

We sat up on our knees kissing and feeling one another. 

I loved looking at her body, it was so, so fuckable.

She still had that "Hilary smile" the whole time. I could see that as nervous as she might've been, she felt she was (excuse the pun) "in good hands".

I was caressing her tits softly. Her nipples were erect and my fingertips made her giggle slightly. She must be ticklish there. I wanted to kiss and suck her tits so badly. I moved my head down and eagerly began to suck on her tits, flicking my tongue over them.

My hands went down to her pussy, it was still soft and wet. She leaned against my shoulder. Her breathing was more rapid now.

"Oh yes, oh yes, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh god, oh fuck, yes..." she was close to the edge now.

I continued rubbing her pussy.

"Oh god yes, Oh god, oh god, oh God!" and she buried her face in my chest as she moaned deeply.

I moved my hands back up and held her close to me.

She looked up at me, smiling.

"My God, that was so awesome!" she said.

"I loved making you feel good." I replied.

"Let's make each other feel good" She said "lean back."

She got off the bed and went into the bathroom, coming back with a small metal case. Inside were a few condoms.

"I guess you're ready for anything." I said.

"So are you." she said pointing at my dick.

She put the condom on me and then climbed on top, slowly lowering herself onto me. She inhaled deeply, then slowly threw her head back and let out a deep;

"Uhhhhh.....yeah!"

She began rocking herself back and forth on me. 

"Uh, uh, uh, yeah!"

I loved it. I was watching this TV and movie star's gorgeous tits rock as well. She was smiling all the time.

"Oh this is so good!" she said in between gasps and moans.

I was largely silent but I was in ecstasy as well. And I was watching her intently.

I pulled her over and switched to missionary position. She was into me even more since she could lay back and I was doing all the work now. We were on an ultra-soft bed as I fucked her. Her eyes were semi-closed and her breathing was even heavier.

"Oh god, Oh my god, Huh-yeah! Huh-yeah! Fuck me! Oh God!" she cried out.

I was ramming into her now as she screamed in ecstasy.

I exploded into her with a heavy "Uh!" from me.

"Oh yeah!" she screamed.

I slowed myself down and collapsed onto her. 

We both looked into one another's eyes, and smiled.

"That was beautiful," She said breathlessly "just like I wished it would be."

I rolled off her and we held one another close.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I always wanted to dress up in something really sexy for someone special," She explained "and you were that someone special."




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 06



"Wow! You think I'm special?" I said with wonder. 

"Oh yes, very special." She replied with newfound confidence.

She held me tight and we quickly fell asleep.

My cellphone's ringer interrupted our slumber. I tried not to wake Hilary as I answered the phone.

"Hollywood! Where are you? Come on! We've gotta train to catch!" Chris said excitedly.

"Shit! OK I'm on my way!" I hurriedly gathered my things together. 

This departure hurt me the most. I could see Hilary was still asleep. Her face looked angelic against the white sheets of the bed and the sunlight peeking through the drapes that illuminated her golden blonde hair. 

And I knew she deserved a better goodbye than what I was forced to give her. 

I scribbled out a note and left it on the night stand.

Then I softly kissed her forehead and crept out of the room.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 07



Miami Beach, need I say more?

Just the words alone evoke a million images from a million dreams.

And I was about to live one of them. After the gig shooting "Sunshine Dreamer", we quickly landed another one. The Miami Beach Film Festival was going on and our work with Tigress had us on the guest list not only for their performance, but the festival itself. Chuck Tyler was really being a man of his word. After our Vegas transportation debacle, he quickly made up for it by getting us in anywhere and everywhere Tigress would be. Their performance would be one night and we'd have the rest of time to ourselves, for a change. I was looking forward to hitting the legendary beaches and seeing some movies. But more importantly, to get a chance to enjoy some of this life that had been a whirlwind for me up to now.

The first night of the festival was typical of the whirlwind. A gala opening was organized and we'd be there. But for a change we'd be guests, not hired help. Though we didn't get to walk the red carpet, we did see a lot of stars arriving. We headed for the bar and indulged in several exotic drink concoctions provided by one of the sponsors, Captain Morgan rum. Chris and I were getting star struck as we saw more of our film idols, past and present, arriving or casually walking past us. There were many press people there as well as TV crews. Chris and I stood there and took in the scene with our newfound concoctions when he looked over at the arrivals area.

"Uh-oh, here comes trouble." He said looking over my shoulder.

"What?" I replied.

"Look who just arrived." He said pointing down the long hallway

I turned around and saw Paris Hilton arriving amid the usual gaggle of flashbulbs and shouts. She stopped to do a TV interview with a pretty young blonde from VH1 who looked somewhat familiar.

"Uh-oh is right." I said with trepidation.

"Knock yourself out 'Hollywood', you're on your own." And he walked away. 

So I took a deep breath, and wondered what new adventures I might find with Ms. Hilton. I stayed where I was and hoped perhaps she'd look my way.

As it turned out, she did.

Her eyes had a look of surprise and she immediately flashed a huge smile and gave me that small wave she was famous for. I responded back with a smile and a smaller, discreet wave of my own. She continued her interview but looked like she wanted to move on. She immediately trotted over and hugged me laughing.

"Hey baby! What are you doing here?" she said excitedly

"Working with Tigress, hopefully seeing some films." I said.

As we talked, the blonde reporter came over, without her camera crew.

"Hey Paris, who's this guy?" she asked

As I looked more closely at her I realized it was Brooke Hogan. 

"Oh, he's an old friend Brooke, that's all." She said confidently as she held my wrist.

"You guys look cute together" she turned to me "Hi, I'm Brooke Hogan." She said in a perky voice.

"Hi, I'm Jim." I said shaking her hand. 

Brooke looked very hot in a tight white mini dress with a scooped front that really showed off her ample cleavage. 

"So how'd you two meet?" she asked with an inquisitive tone.

Before I could answer, Paris jumped in

"Oh, that's not important Brooke. He's just a cool guy I run into sometimes."

"You'll have to tell me all about him. I gotta get back to work. Nice meeting you Jim." She said as she went back to her interview post.

"Yes, great to meet you too." I said.

As she walked away, Paris immediately picked up on where my eyes were going.

"I know what's on your mind, baby." Paris said in a sly tone.

"Oh, you do?" I answered.

She nodded.

"Are you gonna be around for the weekend?" she asked

"Uh, yeah I guess so." I answered

"Good, I'll call you tomorrow sometime." And she started to walk away.

But not before turning around and saying;

"Oh, I'd give Brooke a call first. You'll have fun with her." 

And with a wink and a smile, she disappeared into the crowd.

"I'll have fun with her? Oh yeah, right." I said to myself.

But then again, I said something similar the first time I met Paris.

I caught up with Chris and we did some more stargazing before calling it a night. The booze was starting to kick in. I was a little disappointed I didn't get to chat with Paris more. But then I remembered how I'd said after our last meeting in Vegas that meeting unexpectedly was more fun. 

The next day I made my trek out to the beach. I only carried a few items; keys to hotel and car, cell phone, $25 cash and an Amex card. All of these fit in a small waterproof packet I kept in the pocket of my RonJon swimsuit. So I could walk the beach and not look like a tourist. As soon as I saw the vast expanse of beach I flashed back to seeing Bugs Bunny tunnel out from underground and run down the beach yelling "Miami Beach at last! Hooray! Yippee! Yahoo!" Not realizing he'd landed in the Sahara desert. I smiled widely at the thought. It was intoxicating to see everything around me as I walked the beach. The girls in their bikinis was a sight in itself. I know if Chris was here, well, he wouldn't be here. At least not with me, he'd be off chasing everything in sight. 

After walking the beach for the better part of an hour, the heat was starting to get to me. I found a beachside bar and headed there for a quick drink. I took in the sights, now from the cool shade of the bar.

Two beauties strolled up to the bar now. One was a dark haired girl in a blue one-piece, the other a gorgeous bikini-clad blonde with stylish sunglasses on. When she removed them, I realized it was Brooke. She turned in my direction and immediately recognized me.

"Hey! I saw you last night, you're Paris' friend!" she said in that perky tone I heard last night. 

"Oh yes, how 'ya doing today?" I replied

"Pretty good now that you're here." She said with pleasure. "Come on over here!"

I joined them at their end of the bar. The other girl was her roommate Ashley. I was told she and Brooke had been friends for many years and she'd recently moved into Brooke's condo with her. Brooke told me how she was working for VH1 doing red carpet pieces for the channel and loved it. Ashley was with her as an assistant and they were like giddy schoolgirls together. They wanted to know all about my work. I was telling them some of my "war stories" when my phone rang.

"Hey baby!" a sweet voice said.

It was Paris.

"Hey, where are you?" I asked

"On the road back home." She said

"You're going back to L.A.?" I asked, confused. I thought she'd be in town for the weekend.

"No, no. Palm Beach. My family has a house there." She said

Of course! A girl like her would obviously have a place there! How could I have not known that!

"Oh, right." Was all I could say.

"Where are you?" she asked

"At this beach bar, and I've been joined by Ms. Hogan." I said with a touch of swagger.

"Aha! I knew you'd hook up with her!" she laughed. "Well you behave yourself, Hollywood. I'll call you later, you can tell me all about it." She said in a very sexy tone.

"Uh, OK, I will, bye." I said and snapped my phone shut.

"Who was that?" Brooke asked excitedly

"Uh, it was your red carpet interviewee from last night." I said

"Oh! Paris! She's a sweetheart isn't she? She gets such a bad rap." Brooke said.

"You're right. I guess she's OK once you get to know her." I replied. I certainly knew how much a sweetheart she could be.

We continued talking about everything imaginable. Brooke was a sweetheart too, and Ashley seemed like a perfect counterpoint to Brooke. She started to tell me about the condo that had been used for her TV show, and raved about the view and the huge deck she had on the rooftop.

"Hey you wanna go see it? It's right up the street." she offered.

"Sure, why not?" I said.

"All right, let's go." And we were off. 

Brooke was a sight to see as she strolled the boulevard with me and Ashley. She had on her bikini top but added white drawstring pants as well. The sight of her drew many whistles and shouts from people on the beach, and car horns were honking too. I felt pretty lucky being a "third wheel". 

Her condo was in a beachside high-rise building that seemed to go up into infinity. We took the elevator to the top and she threw open the doors to her condo. All of Miami Beach was in front of me, it was like I was floating in the clouds. She proudly showed off all the rooms. Her bedroom was quite nice. From the carpets to the drapes to the furniture, it was all in white. She had an electric piano and guitar in a corner, the piano was white too. But the guitar was a shade of lipstick red. She grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge and turned to Ashley saying;

"I'm gonna show him the Jacuzzi." 

As she led me up the spiral staircase to the roof, I glanced over at Ashley and saw she had this smile on her face, like something sneaky was going on. And only she knew what it was. 

"Okay." I thought.

The deck was huge, with a big Jacuzzi tub.

"What do you think? Not bad, huh?" she asked with a proud smile.

"Man, this is incredible. I'll bet it's even better at night with the stars out." I said

"Come on, I wanna get in the tub." She took my hand and led me to it. It looked like it could hold 8 people easily.

"How'd they get this thing up here, it's huge!" I said.

"I have no idea, they probably took it apart and rebuilt it here." She said as she slid off her pants, revealing a white thong bikini bottom that showed off a nicely toned ass. She climbed into the tub and stretched herself out in the water with a look of pure exhilaration as the water jets did their magic. She stretched her arms out across the edge of the tub. She looked at me, smiled slyly, and beckoned me in with her finger. I took off my t-shirt and got in on the other side of the tub. I was rather nervous at this moment.

"No, no, no honey. Come over here." She insisted.

I slid myself over towards her end of the tub. I could feel that the sides of the tub had a mix of bucket-type seats and benches. Brooke was apparently on one of the benches. As I got close to her, she swung me over into one of the seats. She seemed to kneel a little in front of me in the water, her arms were under the water and moving about. Then one arm came out of the water holding her bikini bottom. She dangled it in front of me, then she tossed it aside, and sat on my lap. 

"Would you like to do the top?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh, my. Uh, well, uh-" I felt so overwhelmed at this moment.

Brooke kissed me softly on my cheek as the water bubbled around us. The tips of her thick blonde hair were matted ever so slightly by the water. 

I kissed her back and with shaky hands reached up for the string on the back of her bikini top. I gave it a gentle tug and it loosened. Brooke lowered her head and pulled it over her head. Her tits were very large with quarter-sized pink nipples. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. My dick was straining through my suits' material. My arms were wrapped gently around her. 

"You're a good kisser." She said with a smile.

"So are you." I replied with an equally large smile.

Her hands went back under the water and I knew where they were going. 

"Let's see what the rest of you is like." She said mischievously.

She found the string ties to my suit and pulled it off, tossing it aside like she did with hers. Her hands felt around under the water until they found their mark. She had a look of excitement on her face as she felt it. I leaned in and kissed her as she massaged my dick under the water. The combination of her hands, the bubbling water and the feelings we had towards one another at this moment was incredible. My hands went up to those gorgeous tits. She let out a soft "Oh" as my lips and tongue touched her nipples and I held those twin monsters in my hands and licked and sucked them for all they were worth. Brooke was clearly getting off on all this. She was still massaging my dick, what control this girl had under the circumstances! I boldly pushed her off me and we tumbled into the water, she laughed as we hugged and kissed one another. She stood up in the water and we now got the whole picture of one another. Her pussy was super smooth, and my dick was now super hard. We embraced again and I felt her ass, it was nice and toned, she felt mine as well.

"Cute butt, baby" she said with a smile.

"Cute tits, baby." I said with a smile too.

"Ooo, yeah honey!" and she thrust them out and shook them around. "I'm a D girl honey, what do you think?" she said with a touch of Mae West in her voice.

"I think this.." and I licked my lips.

She smiled lustfully.

My hands now went for her pussy. I slowly placed my hand on it. She gasped a little at the feeling, then nodded as I began rubbing it slowly. She was breathing heavily and moaning. She somehow found the energy to move my hand away and lead me over to the tub's edge.

"Come on, sit here." She said

She then tied her hair back, and kneeled down again. She gently took my dick and caressed it some more. All the while, she was smiling at me with those beautiful green eyes, and a look of imminent pleasure on her face. She began to lick it from top to bottom, she took all of my balls into her mouth and worked them around with her tongue. Then she slowly worked my dick into her mouth, no signs of gagging at all. I could feel her tongue swirl around the tip.

"Oh, yeah!" I found myself saying as she worked her magic.

She looked up at me and started jerking my dick.

"You like that, huh? Yeah? You like that?" she said seductively.

"Uh-huh." I said in response.

She continued her lip service. Slowly taking all of my dick into her mouth, then just as slowly coming back up so he lips wrapped themselves around the tip, then making a popping sound as they popped off the tip of it.

"I love sucking cock." She said in a sexy voice.

She raised herself up and kissed my cheek.

"I think you love something too." She purred. 

She wrapped her arms around me and we slid into the bubbling water. I was marveling at how her tits looked as they seemed to float on the surface. I moved her up to the opposite bench and had her sit with her legs wide open. I knelt down to her beautiful smooth pussy. This looked so smooth it seemed like no hair had ever grown on it. I had never seen one like this. I kissed all around her opening and she was breathing heavily all the while. I softly kissed her pussy lips and they were moist to the taste. My tongue then worked its way inside, she was yelling out now;

"Oh my God! Oh my God! That's it!" she screamed out.

My tongue was all the way inside her now and acting like a snake. The more she cried out, the more I seemed to do. 

"Huh-yes! Oh yes! I'm coming! Oh God! I'm coming! Uh-God!" and her hips thrust out nearly crushing my head. 

I felt her climax on my tongue and lips. Wow, she was something else!

We stood up and embraced, then lowered ourselves into the tub again, holding each other.

"Are you OK?" I asked

"Oh yes, oh yes." She said softly

Just then we heard a voice from the inner hallway.

"Brooke?" it was Ashley's voice

"Yeah?" she answered

"You OK?" Ashley replied.

"Uh-huh, come on in." Brooke said, still a little breathless from her climax.

I was very surprised as you would expect.

Ashley came out from the stairway in a terrycloth robe and walked over to us. Brooke seemed to have no problem with her presence, I wasn't sure what I should do.

"Sounds like you were having fun." She said in a sly tone.

"Jim and I were having fun, right baby?" she said turning to me.

I was too stunned to respond, I even became a little self-conscious at that moment.

"OK if I join?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah! Come on in!" Brook said excitedly

"Great!" And with that, Ashley pulled off her robe, revealing an equally buff body. Her tits weren't as large as Brooke's. And her pussy was jet black but trimmed. She eagerly hopped in the tub and kissed me. 

"I'll have what she's having." She said laughingly.

"Stand up, honey." Brooke said.

I did as ordered and Ashley smiled as she saw my equipment now at attention.

"Oh, yeah! That looks cool!" she said with an excited tone.

And now Ashley began her own servicing of me. She used her hands more than Brooke did, she seemed to use her lips more than her tongue. 

Was this really happening?

I looked over at Brooke, who was smiling at the look on my face.

"Pretty good, huh?" she said.

All I could do was nod my head. I leaned in slightly and kissed Brooke. Our tongues were interlocking now. But as great as this felt, I didn't want it to end, not just yet.

Being demanding in a situation like this just isn't me, but I knew I'd better take advantage of the situation in some way. So I did.

"I wanna fuck Brooke now." I heard myself say.

Oh no, why did I just say that? 

OK, this must be where the dream ends and I wake up alone, it has to be. 

It's gotta be!

"Oh yeah! I love to watch her get fucked!" Ashley said as she came off my dick.

"You always do!" Brooke laughed

It wasn't!

Ashley stood up and I caressed her tits, she had a big smile on her face.

Brooke sat on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide, she rubbed that smooth love nest a little and watched me get in position. 

"I like it this way." She said

"Uh, OK." I said, still in disbelief at how all this was happening. 

I now entered Brooke Hogan.

She slowly threw her head back and let out a long, slow;

"Uhhhhhh.....yessssss. Oh.....my...godddd. That feels sooo good! "

I slowly began pushing in and out, she felt so slick. She wasn't all that vocal but her moans and occasional "Oh!" were so sexy. No to mention watching her tits bounce up and down. She caressed them at times, she knew I loved them.

I looked over and saw Ashley next to me watching this and rubbing her pussy. 

"Come here you." I said with a smile.

She got next to me and I fingered her pussy as I thrust into Brooke more.

"Oh yeah, that's it! UH! Yeah! Do it baby!" Brooke yelled out.

"Fuck her Jim, fuck her hard." Ashley said breathlessly, she was getting off on my hand actions. With every thrust into Brooke, I did the same with my finger to Ashley.

I must be better at multi-tasking than I thought.

I slowed down my fucking and reached over to feel Brooke's tits. She stood up and I withdrew from her. We kissed more as Ashley caressed my dick. 

"OK, fuck Ashley now." Brooke said.

Ashley sat up on the edge of the tub with a look of uncertainty as I entered her missionary style, she gasped when I entered her. She had a look of passion on her face as I began fucking her pussy, she felt just as hot as Brooke.

I had Brooke come over next to me and I fingered her the same way I had Ashley. Brooke was getting of on my finger work.

"Huh yeah! Oh my gawd that feels great!" she yelled.

Ashley let out little yelps and cries as I fucked her harder.

"Come on Jim, fuck her hard! Make her come!" Brooke pleaded.

"Oh godddd...fuck meeee!" she screamed. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm commmminnnngggg!!!" she screamed

I was feeling so good at this moment, I never dreamed I'd be living out the fantasy before me now. I had a busty blonde bombshell "under my thumb" and a brunette babe's ass getting rammed by me. Where could this go, how do I keep this dream going?

Luckily, Ashley had the answer.

"Slow down honey...I wanna watch you fuck Brooke some more." She said clearly out of breath and needing a break. She seemed to be on the same wavelength as me.

I pulled out and was suddenly even bolder in my thoughts.

"Ashley, bend over." She did as I said

"Brooke, you do the same."

Brooke went over to the edge of the tub and bent over, her ass looked so inviting.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 07



I got up behind Brooke and rubbed my dick around her and slowly pushed in. 

"OH YEAH!" she yelled out, then laughed a little.

I reached down and inserted my fingers into Ashley, she breathed in deeply and let out an impassioned;

"Ohhh yessss!"

"You sexy thing you!" Brooke said as I began pounding her ass.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" Brooke screamed out.

"Yes! Yes!" Ashley screamed.

I was at the point of no return now and I had one final burst of energy left in me.

Both girls were screaming and crying out as I fucked them hard, the water was cresting over the sides like a flood levee, my own floodgates were about to burst.

"I wanna come on your tits!" I yelled out

I pulled out and Brooke immediately turned around as I grabbed my dick and then let loose on her beautiful tits. Ashley opened her mouth and I let some get on her waiting tongue.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Brooke yelled out.

"Yeehaw!" Ashley said, and they both laughed as I let loose my last drops.

Now I was the one who was spent.

We all fell back into the tub, the girls each lay beside me, softly kissing me and letting our bodies recover.

I slowly regained my composure and looked off to the side and could see the sun drooping down, the sky turning shades of red and orange. Night time blue was slowly creeping in.

'Whoa, that was unreal." Brooke said.

"Uh-huh." Ashley said, apparently still breathless from when I fucked her.

I was too spent at what had just happened to think about it at all.

Brooke sat up and got out the water bottles and downed several swigs, she took a mouthful of water and got up close to my face and let it dribble out of her mouth onto my face, Ashley did the same. We all laughed.

"We're your water girls!" Brooke said with a giggle.

"Get over here!" I said with a growl.

And I deeply kissed Brooke and gave her tits another feel, she giggled in response.

I pulled Ashley over, kissed her, and gave her pussy a grab under the water, she giggled too.

"You animal you!" she said.

We all lay in the tub as the water jets swirled around us. We were all getting a little sleepy, and the girls said they had plans for the night. I only planned to head back to the festival and see a movie or two. But more than likely I'd see the movies in my hotel room.

We all got out of the tub, our legs were a little shaky at first.

The girls didn't even bother to dress, they just wandered naked back inside. Man, was it sexy to see those asses as they strolled away from me!

I gathered up my things and headed in too.

"Are you gonna be around the rest of the weekend?" Brooke asked.

"Uh, yeah, probably. I've got the Tigress show tomorrow to shoot." I replied

"Oh right! I'm gonna be down there too for VH1." She walked over tome (still naked, I might add) "Maybe we'll see one another again." And she softly kissed me.

"That would be nice." Ashley said as she kissed me too.

"Well, uh, we'll see about that." I said to both girls as they held their bodies against me.

I made sure to get Brooke's phone number and I headed out. It was tough saying goodbye for now to these beauties as you'd expect.

Going down in the elevator, I suddenly remembered what Paris had said;

"I'd give Brooke a call first. You'll have fun with her."

My God, she was right. That girl just has the strangest effect on me.

I got out of the elevator and as I walked through the lobby and out the door, I saw an enormous man coming in the other direction. With arms like a tree trunk, bandana tied around his head, and very dark wraparound sunglasses on.

Oh, my God. It was Brooke's dad!

This was one time I didn't go into star struck fan mode, I didn't dash up and tell him how much of a "Hulkamaniac" I was back in the day (I never was to be honest!).

And for a very good reason.

You see, it's one thing to be involved with the daughter of someone with great power. 

But when that power is PHYSICAL, that's my cue to use my (hopefully) great mental power. 

In other words, be smart and get the hell outta there fast! 

Which I did.

I quickly headed for the beach boardwalk, not looking over my shoulder, and hoping I could blend into the evening crowds.

After what seemed like forever, I slowed down to a normal pace, and looked over my shoulder.

There was nobody behind me.

I closed my eyes and exhaled.

Then I smiled widely to myself.

And thought of the smile Bugs Bunny had when he thought he had made it to Miami Beach.

Oh, I'd "made it" alright.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 08



The new studio was everything we could ask for. It became a sort of clubhouse for the growing circle of friends we'd accumulated. With the bowling alley, we had a guaranteed time-killer when things were slow. And Chris and I found an old jukebox at a flea market that an electronics whiz-kid friend restored to play CD's, giving the place even more of a retro-feel.

But business was still business. And there were several movies in production that we got photo contracts for, along with TV pilots and returning series. This usually consisted of us hanging around the set on certain days, snapping promotional photos for the studio or press kits. To me, it was always a good way to see how movies were made. And of course, there was the chance to mingle with the stars. I say "chance" because we usually had none! 

"Sunshine Dreamer" was the newest film we'd be working on. It was set in late 60's San Francisco and centered on a young girl working at night as a photographer (how coincidental!) at the old Fillmore West concert hall, her friendships with local musicians, and her day job at a local coffeehouse. 

For us, it would be a chance to see the city by the bay, and get paid for it.

We didn't have much of an idea what to expect on this film. The casting hadn't been confirmed when we got the gig. A few days before departure we finally got word from the studio people what our work would be like. As well as the film's star. 

The "sunshine dreamer" would be Blake Lively. 

The thought of Ms. Lively made me smile quite widely (terrible pun, I know!). In between my nightly viewing of Seinfeld reruns, my new guilty pleasure was her series "Gossip Girl". I knew I'd have to try and not turn into a fan looking to get insider info on the show if we met. In other words, discipline Hollywood, discipline!

The studio sprung for a decent hotel for us and they made good use of the city. Several other locations around the city were chosen for their retro-feel. The main set was a funky looking coffeehouse modeled on a real one in the Haight-Ashbury section of the city. A facsimile of the inside was built on a soundstage nearby. The old Victorian homes made for a great backdrop and one would serve as the front for Blake's character's apartment. 

I was more thrilled to see the Fillmore West. We'd be doing a lot of filming there. And the CGI crew would do their magic and digitally insert Blake against footage of famous bands performing onstage. And they'd be able to make the outside look the way it did 30-odd years ago. Chris and I found ourselves speaking in reverent tones as we walked around the place, knowing the history of it. It was like being in a classic rock church. It might sound like a cliché` but we could "feel the vibes" inside. It had been extensively restored in the years since it closed in 1971.

But as I said before, discipline Hollywood! Discipline!

The director of the film was a tightly wound spring of a man named John McDonald. He ran a tight ship and I doubted we'd be able to do clever things like on our other assignments. He insisted on punctuality by everyone, and I mean everyone! I have to admit I liked his style but it took some getting used to. He didn't appreciate it when Chris tried an artistic shot of John watching a video playback with some of the actors.

"My friend," he said with a calm, professorial tone "if you're going to do that kind of a shot, DON'T!" he suddenly yelled

After that, we stuck to snapping shots of the actors, not the directors.

5 days into filming, things were running smoothly. John was turning into an easy going man who simply wanted to satisfy the demands of a studio and his vision for the film. In other words, if we stayed out of his way, he'd stay out of ours. 

But oddly enough though, we had yet to see Ms. Lively. 

For the most part, John had been doing a lot of exterior shots around town, so I guess you could call that our "tourist moment". And the interior scenes involved other actors on the film. Although Chris, being the lecherous one, took a shine to a hippie-type actress. And a lighting tech, as well. 

And as for me? Oh, just my usual job of editing and cataloging pictures.

All that changed on a cold, cloudy morning when we prepared for an exterior shot outside the Fillmore. Mornings like this reminded of Mark Twain's observation that the coldest winter he remembered was the summer he spent in San Francisco. Boy was he right! I was checking and reloading our cameras (and hoping my coffee would stay warm) when a black Chevy Yukon pulled up nearby and several voices could be heard. I recognized one as a studio rep we'd met on our first day. She was talking into her cell phone. It was the other voice that got my attention.

"OK, yes, she's with us now. She flew in last night from New York, uh-huh."

"Wow, is this the place Jimi Hendrix played?"

"This is it, Blake, the Fillmore West."

"Oh, my god this looks incredible, can we go inside?" she said with wonderment 

Oh my, is that who I think it is? I slowly looked up from my work, trying not to gawk. But it was! It was the lovely Blake Lively. She had on a casual black leather jacket, black denim jeans and boots. And her blonde hair seemed to cascade over her shoulders. It was as if Serena van der Woodson had just arrived.

I hesitantly said "Hi" to the beautiful vision that had just arrived.

"Hi! Good morning! I hope you're not too cold!" she replied with that million dollar smile as she was guided into the makeup and wardrobe trailer. 

"Uh, not since you arrived." I said with a smile.

I went back to my work and headed off to check in with John and see what was on our schedule for the day.

An hour later we were in the Fillmore lobby when Blake arrived, this time in character. She had changed into a pair of vintage hip hugger Levi's with colorful needle work and a white peasant blouse. Around her neck were several thin beaded necklaces. And her hair was straighter with beaded accents hanging from it. And she was holding a vintage Minolta camera. In short, she looked like the Queen of the Fillmore.

"Hi John!" she called to our director.

He greeted her and they went into discussions for her scene.

"Discipline, Hollywood, discipline." I heard a familiar voice say over my shoulder. It was Chris, who clearly could tell what my mind was on at that moment. We both smiled at one another.

Blake did a scene taking place outside at the end of a long night at the Fillmore. As she did her dialogue with another actor, I snapped photos, trying to listen in. But from my vantage point, that was impossible. It was clearly an emotional scene that ended with her walking off into the chilly morning, alone. 

"Wish I was with her, oh well." I thought.

The setup and filming of this one scene took most of the morning. It was close to 12 when John was satisfied and announced we'd be moving inside for 2 more scenes that would take place, ostensibly, during a show.

Inside the Fillmore, Chris and I decided to use a part of stage left for shots I'd take, while Chris would be up in the balcony doing long-range photos. 

The movie guys were blocking out where their cameras would be while I was getting my gear together for where mine would be. And the CGI crew was putting down tape everywhere and hanging little white balls they'd use to mark places to insert "band members" digitally.

"Hey! I saw you outside earlier." I heard a voice behind me.

I was kneeling down digging through my bag when I spun around on my worn out sneaker soles and promptly fell backwards on the slick floor at the sound of the voice. I looked up and there was Ms. Blake. She had traded the peasant top for a weathered, vintage green t-shirt with the Fillmore West logo on it. It certainly showed off her curves.

"Are you OK?" she said concerned.

"Oh yeah, occupational hazard." I said with a laugh as I stood up and regained my composure.

"Um, I saw you with the cameras outside. I thought you were some paparazzi for a minute." She said

"No, I'm one of the good guys." I said reassuringly.

"I figured you might know something about shooting things like this." She said.

"Well, my buddy and I are doing the photos for the movie so I guess that would be true." I said jokingly.

She laughed in response.

"OK, seriously, how would you shoot something like what we're doing here? I want to be as realistic as I can be."

"Well, it's not too hard. I'd just try to get as good an angle as you can and fire away. I suppose down in the aisles or on the other side of the stage would be good. You'll be hitting the film advance lever a lot. It doesn't do that automatically like cameras do now."

I'd never photographed bands before, but I'd seen enough photos to know what I'd try to do to get the right shot if I was in her position. Blake listened intently to everything I said. I could tell she was really committed to her craft, like I was. 

"OK, thanks! I'm gonna talk to John." And she walked away.

"Oh! I never got your name." she said over her shoulder.

"I'm Jim, my partner Chris is up in the balcony somewhere." I replied

"I'm Blake, but then you probably figured that out already." She said

"Well, now that you mention it.." I said while stroking my chin in thought.

She laughed and went off to find the director. 

We started filming a band sequence. Cream's "Crossroads" blasted over the speakers. A psychedelic light show was projected, and I could see Blake crouching on the aisle floor intently snapping the shutter on her camera, and moving it around for different angles. And acting like an ace rock and roll photographer. When the movie was completed, viewers would see old footage of Cream playing, and Blake snapping her photos of Eric Clapton. Just like if she was really there in 1969 and just happened to be caught on old movie film. 

Ah, the magic of Hollywood.

Courtesy of Blake Lively, with help from "Hollywood Jim".

John shot the scene from different angles, as Blake's character went through a night's worth of music and picture taking. Then he called me over, 

"Uh-oh, I'm screwed!" I thought. 

I had a vision of being chewed out like Chris was on the first day.

"Did you tell Blake how to play that scene?" he asked in a crisp voice.

"Well, she asked for my advice if I was shooting band photos." I replied.

"Excellent! I was afraid it would look terrible on film. The damn script tells me nothing about this. I'm not really a rock and roll guy anyway." He said relieved.

"Oh, good. I mean, I'm glad my advice helped you" I replied. I was more relieved than he was.

"Keep it up, where's your partner anyway? I haven't seen him since this morning."

"Gee, I don't know. I'll go find him."

"No need, you stay here. I've got another scene to set up." And he walked off. 

"I guess you knew what you were talking about." a voice said to my right.

I turned and there was Blake in another Fillmore shirt, this one was black and turned iridescent under the still swirling light show.

"I guess so, you looked very convincing over there." I said encouragingly.

"You think so? I'm lousy with those little disposable cameras, so it's a good thing there's no film in this one!" she said with a laugh looking at the old Minolta.

"Well, this stuff isn't so tough, I learned-"

Just as I said that, Blake was called away by someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll talk to you later!" She said dashing away.

With those hip huggers on, I could see that a great ass had been hidden by all those coats and dresses on "Gossip Girl".

The next scene was similar to the first one. Blake already looked like a pro. She'd go back and forth across the front of the stage, then getting up on the stage and shooting what would be close ups in the finished film. This time, it was as Pink Floyd played "Careful with That Axe Eugene" and she had to react accordingly when, as part of the script, an explosive charge went off incorrectly and she was nearly struck by exploding bits of stage gear. Being the amateur rock and roll historian, I knew this actually did happen to the band but not at the Fillmore.

John wrapped for the day and we headed out. I finally ran into Chris coming down from the balcony.

"Hey! Where've you been! I thought we were a team on this!" I said with a bit of anger in my voice.

"Hey, it's OK buddy. I've been shooting upstairs the whole time. I saw what you were doing. It's all good, Hollywood. Look, I'll get dinner tonight." He said coolly as he walked off through the lobby.

I turned and saw the hippie girl now coming down the stairs and walking by me.

"Oh, yeah. It's all good Hollywood." I thought realizing what was really going on.

Chris was a pro all right. I sometimes wonder how he got where he is today. 

Simple, he has me.

The next day's shooting would take place at the coffeehouse set. John took his time setting everything up just right in terms of lights, sound, etc. For us, we just needed a safe spot for a camera bag and that was it. A chair was a luxury. 

Blake showed up for her scene. Today, she had on faded jeans and a grey Triumph motorcycles t-shirt. Damn! She looked hot!

Her scene called for her to get into an argument with her musician boyfriend. The two of them would really go at it verbally. And she swore up a storm at him as you'd expect.

"Cut!" John yelled. He rehearsed the scene again, making some subtle changes. Then they filmed 3 more takes, he called "cut" 3 more times. He was obviously not happy with the scene to begin with.

He told Blake the scene lacked something. She started to explain an idea she had. I couldn't hear what they were saying, 

"OK, uh, someone like, like him." And she pointed at me.

I looked around, thinking there was someone else they were pointing to, like an actor.

John smiled and seemed happy with her suggestion. He called over the screenwriters and they huddled together. They all walked away smiling. Whatever she suggested everyone liked.

A few minutes later, John emerged with the writers and called me over.

"Blake has an idea for this scene. I need you to stand by the counter and pretend to be a customer." He explained.

"Wait a minute! Me?" I asked

"Sure, why not you." Said Chris "isn't this your life long dream?"

He was already snickering at the thought of me finally being in a movie.

"I'll call you over in a few minutes." And he walked away.

"A star is born." Chris said with his arm draped over my shoulder "do me a favor and don't forget the little people who got you where you are today."

"You're deranged." I sneered.

"Takes one to know one." He replied smiling as he walked away.

My "scene" had me standing at the counter while Blake fought with her boyfriend. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I was only told to "act like a customer".

I listened to the dialogue while holding my coffee.

"I've had it with you!" she screamed

"You don't know what you're talking about!" he replied

"I know that I don't need a junkie fuckin' up my life! I've had it!" she screamed.

(Gee, she even looked hotter talking dirty!)

"Yeah? Well you'll never find someone who puts up with your photo dream crap!"

"I will now that you're gone!" she yelled back.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he yelled back

"Damn right!" she yelled.

Her "boyfriend" stormed out of the shop as she threw a coffee cup at him that shattered as it hit the door.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" one of the other actors said to her.

"You bet!" she replied.

And with that, she turned around, grabbed my head and planted a gigantic kiss on my lips. As if to say; "I'll show him!"

Our "kiss" lasted several minutes until the director called "Cut!"

Then again, yelled "Cut!"

Then a third time called "Uh, Blake? Cut!" 

By this time the crew was laughing, and I wondered if I should do something. Her lips on mine sure felt good! Even in this situation!

Finally Blake let go, gave me a sexy smile and wink and went over to John laughing hysterically.

I'd hate to think what the look on my face was at this moment.

"Another Oscar-winning performance from Hollywood Jim!" yelled Chris as he came over to me.

"Great job everybody, that's it for today!" John said, still laughing.

Blake came over and hugged me.

"Oh my God that was so funny!" she said

"It was a thrill for me too." I said with a mix of sarcasm and humor.

"That's the idea." Blake said a little softer with a smile and a flutter of eyebrows.

As she walked away, she turned and said;

"Wait a minute. Did I hear him call you Hollywood?" she asked.

Uh-oh!

"Uh, yes. It's a long story."

"I'll bet." She replied with another smile as she walked off the set to her dressing room.

Chris and I had the next day off as John met with the screenwriters and did some rewrites and viewed dailies. The next few days would be night shoots only so I wanted to get some sleep as I knew these could be very difficult.

But sleep didn't seem to come to me easily. And the room service cuisine didn't seem all that great. So I headed outside to try my luck with the San Francisco food. I knew I'd have better luck there. After walking around town for an hour I was really getting hungry. I came upon a gourmet market called Max's that advertised meals to go. That seemed good enough to me.

I started prowling around the aisles. Places like this always fascinated me, I always saw myself as living in some loft apartment enjoying stuff like this. Just the preparations alone looked fascinating.

As I turned onto another aisle I suddenly banged into a shopping cart coming the other way. It's driver gasped in response.

"Oh my God! Are you OK?" she said

"Oh sure, it goes with the.." I started to say

It was Blake's cart.

"You?" I said

"Oh no! I made you fall over this morning! Now I'm crashing into you! I am so sorry! I'm a walking disaster today!" she apologized with a smile and a laugh.

"Ah, forget it. What are you doing here?" I asked

"Getting stuff for my dinner. I just went to Williams-Sonoma and got this pressure cooker, I love that store. I'm dying to try it out." She said excitedly.

"That store is addictive, isn't it?" I meant it. Like I said, food stores like this fascinated me, as did the gear used to make the meals.

Blake stood up straight and with a big smile said;

"Would you like to come over for dinner? I think it's only fair."

"Sure! I'd love to." I was smiling just as widely.

"Great! I just need to get a few more things here and we can go over to my place."

"Lead on my dear, I won a gold medal in the Supermarket Olympics, you know." I comically bragged.

We got the extra items needed and headed out to her car, a black Ford Mustang GT. Blake looked incredibly gorgeous behind the wheel. And she navigated the streets of San Francisco like a pro. Heck, she could've done her Steve McQueen impression on these streets. She did have the car for it.

"Man, how do you know these streets so well?" I asked

"The miracle of GPS." She coolly replied.

We both laughed as the Mustang emitted a throaty growl heading up the streets. 

We pulled up to a vintage brownstone building.

"You live here?" I asked, stunned at the beauty of the place

"Ha! I wish!" she replied "I'll just be here for the movie. Then it's back to New York."

We walked up 2 flights of stairs and she unlocked the door. 

Her place was exactly like I dreamed.

It was the loft I always imagined I'd live in, shiny wood floors, exposed brick walls, big windows looking out on the city, Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.

"Wow! This place is incredible!" I was at a loss for words at this moment.

"Yeah, it's really cool!" Blake replied from the kitchen.

I looked around and saw only a few trappings of her presence. There was a script here, a few magazines. But very little to show this was the (temporary) home of a Hollywood beauty.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 08



I looked into the kitchen, Blake was unpacking our dinner items.

"Could you get the cooker out?" she asked

"Oh, sure." I pulled out a knife from my pocket and cut the box open.

The cooker seemed simple enough to use and we soon had our dinner going.

"You know, I don't drink much but a bottle of wine would sure go great with all this." She said

"Do you have one?" I replied

"Uh, no. I think there's a liquor store down the street, could you go get one?" she asked with a hesitant smile, as if she was saying "please".

"You got it." I said with a smile and headed back out.

The store was down the block and I found a good white wine for us, plus a bottle of sparkling cider. Just in case.

As I came back up the stairs I suddenly heard a loud "KA-POOSH!" sound from inside Blake's loft and her screaming.

I dashed up to the door and burst into the loft.

"Blake!" I called.

She emerged from the kitchen crying.

"What happened?" I asked

"Oh my God, it's a disaster." She said, sniffling and regaining some composure.

I peered into the kitchen. The cooker had apparently exploded somehow. And there were scraps of food everywhere, on the counters, walls, ceiling, you name it.

"Oh, my." Was all I could say. 

"Yeah, oh my." Blake replied with a sniffle.

"Well, uh, if playing a photographer doesn't work out for you, you'll have a bang-up career as an interior decorator." I said looking around at the destruction.

She started to laugh a little through her tears.

"Uh, I think I saw a Chinese place down the street. Let's see if they deliver." I said calmly and reassuringly. 

"Good idea." She replied

I tracked down the number of the restaurant, and they did deliver.

Blake set about trying to clean up the kitchen disaster. I immediately stepped in and insisted on doing it myself.

"Oh come on, it was my mistake, I should do this." She insisted

"No, no. Sit. I'll take care of this. You might have some celery shrapnel on you." I said

Now smiling a little more, she did as she was told. But I could tell she was very frustrated and upset at what just happened. I must be a better housekeeper than I thought because I got the kitchen back to normal in a few minutes. It turns out Blake didn't secure the cooker's top securely enough. I glimpsed Blake standing in the doorway watching my "cleaning expertise".

"Do you do windows, too?" she asked

"That's not included in your service contract Ms. Lively." I replied with a deadpan style.

By then, our Chinese food had arrived.

We set everything up on a coffee table in the middle of the room and sat on the floor eating and talking. I told her all I'd read about the Fillmore West and similar halls in town. She was fascinated. Blake had a portable Sirius radio system and we were listening to Sinatra music as we ate. Really set the mood.

"I have to confess something." I said

"What?" she answered.

"I'm a guy and I'm hooked on Gossip Girl."

She chuckled with a mouthful of food.

"You and about a million others, pal! Call the network, we need the ratings!" she said.

"Well, you're really great in it and I won't ask for any story details."

"Great, I wouldn't know any." She replied.

"I knew I'd end up saying all that soon enough."

"OK, now I have to ask you something." She said

"Go." I answered.

"What's with the 'Hollywood' name?" she asked with a look of suspicion on her face.

Oh, brother! Here we go again.

"It's a long story." I answered, trying to avoid any incriminating material.

"Come on! I could've told you Gossip Girl stuff, but I didn't, it's only fair."

"Well, Chris and I-" I began.

"The guy in the balcony?" she interjected

"Right, OK, he and I have known each other for years. I always loved movies and movie stuff so he just started calling me 'Hollywood Jim' in school. He runs his business up in LA and he offered me a job working with him. That's the 50 cent version of it." 

"Uh-huh. Hmm, quite a story." She said with a skeptical look on her beautiful face..

"Well, what did they call you in school?" I now asked, smart-ass style.

"Whitey Fonda." She answered.

"Wha- Huh?" was all I could say in response.

"It's a long story. And I won't give you the 50 cent version." She said, with equal style before cracking up laughing.

"Deal." I said, and we clinked our glasses in agreement.

"Have you always lived out here?" she asked

"Nah, relocated from Connecticut." I answered.

"Oh, must be beautiful out there." She said

"Well, yes but I like it out here more" I said.

We were now trying hard not to stare at each other,

"OK, fortune cookie time." Blake said

We both got one and cautiously opened it.

"Let's see what mine says...'better food found elsewhere'?" I joked.

Blake laughed heartily and read hers.

"Mine says 'future journey's will be successful'. Come on, what does yours say?"

I hesitantly read mine aloud.

"Um, 'your fortune will be found with just a smile'." I said nervously.

We both looked at one another and inadvertently did as the cookie suggested. In some kind of strange telepathy, we leaned in and kissed, then kissed again.

Blake sighed in response.

I could only nod my head in agreement.

She moved in closer to me and held me as we kissed again. My arms went around her and I softly kissed her cheek and neck. I could feel her mouth drop open and a soft "Oh..." come from it. We continued holding one another. I was transfixed by her eyes and the smile that radiated from her now.

"Oh my, that felt good." She said slightly breathless.

"Oh, yes. Yes it did." I replied, just as breathless as her.

I seemed to feel a sense of uncertainty I'd never felt before. What do I do now? Apparently she felt the same too. 

She got up and I did too. She took my hand in hers and led me into the bedroom. It was just as spacious as the rest of the loft. A large bed with a brick colored comforter was there with a few scattered pieces of furniture. A laptop computer was on a desk with a screensaver showing her dog. It seemed a bit unnerving to have a dog watching us, even if it was only a picture.

Blake and I stood facing one another and kissed more passionately.

I don't know why, but my hands were hesitant at moving and I just held her around her waist.

"It's OK." She said reassuringly. I guess she knew how I was feeling.

She went to the windows and lowered the shades, which dimmed the room light considerably, then began lighting some candles giving the room a soft glow. She came back and we embraced again.

"I'm a little nervous too." She said softly.

She took a step back and unbuttoned her shirt, I did the same with mine.

She unbuckled her jeans and let them fall to the floor, revealing a pink Victoria's Secret bra and panties set. I was in my grey Calvin Klien briefs now.

Blake looked stunning. With her blonde hair cascading just slightly over the bra it was beautiful to see. If I died then and there (which was entirely possible at that moment) I'd have seen a vision of beauty.

Needless to say, the Calvin's material was being stretched.

Blake held me close and kissed my cheek, her hand found its way to my crotch. My heart was racing as you can expect.

"Are you OK?" she asked

"I'm, I'm just lost in the moment."

"I am too." She said with a touch of nervousness in her voice.

My hands felt around her waist and her ass. I inhaled deeply and moved to her tits. She inhaled as well, then emitted a soft "Oh" as I caressed them. Her nipples were definitely growing as I touched her.

"You're OK?" I again asked hesitantly

"Yes." She replied softly.

I slid the straps of her bra down, but she stopped me.

"Let me do it." She offered

She undid her bra from the back and let it slide off her, leaving her topless in front of me. Her tits looked sumptuous, probably a large "B" size. I smiled widely, and she did too. I reached out and slowly caressed them. She closed her eyes and slowly swayed back and forth as I held them.

"Ohh baby...that feels good." She cooed

I boldly made the next move and lowered my Calvin's and she did the same. We were now naked in front of one another. And we stood there for a moment taking in the view of one another. Her pussy was a beautiful golden blonde. 

"You look beautiful." She said to me.

"You're more beautiful." I replied

"Come here." She said

And we kissed more deeply than before.

My hands caressing her soft ass, hers were dropping down my back, giving me shivers. She laughed a little at my sudden shaking, then rested her head on my chest. She looked up at me with a face that showed passion.

I looked at the mirror on the wall, and saw our reflection. 

We looked beautiful together. Like a classic Hollywood couple.

I had Blake look at our reflection, she smiled and said what I felt.

"We look good together." She said.

"Classic." I said.

We both climbed onto her bed and felt each other some more. 

She looked down and saw my dick practically standing straight up.

"I think I should do something, but I'm not sure what." She said softly.

"You can feel it if you want." I replied.

Her hand went down and started to caress it. 

"It looks beautiful." She said smiling at me.

She sat up slowly, her hair draping itself artistically over her. She continued to caress and stroke my dick. Her face had a sense of love and anticipation. Now she knew what she wanted to do. She hesitantly lowered her head and began to kiss and lick my dick. Her mouth felt so warm and inviting as it enveloped me. She casually tossed her hair back so I could watch her at work. I could feel her tongue swirl around the tip.

"Am I doing OK?" she asked with trepidation.

"It feels wonderful." I said.

She resumed her work, now adding some spit. She used her hands now in combination with her tongue.

Oh, what a feeling!

I so wanted to do the same for her. I think I knew the response I'd get.

I stroked her blonde hair and she looked up. The telepathy we'd had earlier was still there and she brought herself off my dick. Now I sat up with her and we embraced. I felt her tits now and she breathed in very sexily, as if I'd just taken her breath away. Her nipples were super hard now and I felt them with my fingers, she seemed a little ticklish there judging by her reaction.

I slowly laid her down on the bed and continued to feel her body, one hand (and mouth) on her tits, the other moving down to her pussy. She was moaning now, deep passionate moans. Even more moans came when my finger brushed over her soaking pussy.

"Oh, baby. Be gentle, I'm really sensitive there." She said breathlessly.

"I will." I whispered as I softly kissed her cheek.

The soft glow of the candles made for a dream-like experience.

My hands continued their work. I made my way down to her pussy, softly kissing it. It felt warm and wet to the touch. Her blonde pussy hair looked so beautiful. I slowly inserted my tongue in her. She gasped, then let out an "OH GODDD!" followed by many short breaths as she became accustomed to this new sensation.

She tasted so sweet. I had to work my lips in somehow to kiss her love nest. I looked up from between her legs and could see her caressing her tits as I licked her pussy.

"Making yourself feel good?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm. Do that some more." She said

I continued to tongue-fuck her, Kissing and licking her beautiful pussy.

I could hear her breathing become more rapid.

"Oh! Uh-huh! Ohhh yessss...yes...yes...YES!!!" she cried out.

Her body tensed up and rose off the bed before slowly coming back down.

"Oh my God Jim, that felt great." She said with a smile.

We laid there for a few moments, she then reached over and opened a drawer on the nightstand, pulling out a Trojan wrapper.

"I think it's time." She said softly.

"OK." I replied the same way.

Blake sat up and we embraced again.

She placed the condom over my rock hard dick, caressing it like a gift.

"I'm protected." She said confidently.

She then lay back on the bed, letting her head hanging slightly over the edge. 

I was so nervous at this moment, I think I was shaking. Here was this beautiful naked blonde goddess in front of me with a look of desire on her face. And with her was me, the nerdy geek from Connecticut. 

Something was clearly wrong with this picture, right?

Not to Blake.

"Come on, honey." She said with a smile.

I climbed on top, gave her a kiss on the lips and entered her.

She breathed in deeply, her chest heaving upwards, her mouth open and a soft "Oh!" coming from it. She felt so soft, her perfume mixing with our desire for one another. I didn't want to thrust into her, even though my body said otherwise. I tried to keep my pace slow and steady.

"Oh..oh...oh..oh." came from her mouth now with each stroke into her.

I wrapped my arms around her and slowly brought her up into a sitting position. She wrapped her legs around me in return. 

"OH GODDD!" she cried out as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Then quickly shot it back forward and she said through gritted teeth;

"Fuck me Jim! Fuck me!" 

She somehow moved me down on the bed and started to grind her hips into me. I was watching her tits swell and bounce as she let her hips do the work. She smiled at me as she could tell it was a turn on for me. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled at me, very Playboy-like. She slowed down and kissed me deeply as I held her ass and tried to thrust into her. She was breathing heavily all the while.

And I could feel an explosion building in me.

I wanted to do so much more with this beauty, but, well, sometimes you can only last so long.

"I'm gonna come baby!" I said

"Do it! Do it!" she yelled.

I pulled myself up so we were facing each other and kissed her deeply. I let out a long "Uhhhhh!" as I exploded into the condom. She had her head on my shoulder and exhaled slowly. Then looked me in the eyes whispering;

"Oh baby, oh my god, that was so beautiful, oh baby.." her voice trailed off as she ran her fingers through my hair and held me close to her.

I slowly brought her down onto the bed with me and we began to regain consciousness, as it were.

I let the silence of the room relax me. I could still hear the radio in the other room, but it couldn't match the sound of Blake's breathing next to me. Her eyes were semi-closed. I reached up for the pillows and offered one to her. She placed it under her head. 

Blake took a deep breath and smiled widely at me.

"Wow." Was all she could say.

"My words exactly." I replied.

"Was I alright?" she asked with a concerned look.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." I said.

She caressed my chin.

"You were wonderful." She said softly.

"You were too." I said.

I pulled the bedspread over us and we soon fell asleep.

I'm not sure how much later it was, but I could hear sounds from the kitchen. I pulled myself up, found my underwear and wandered in. Blake was cleaning up the last remnants of the kitchen disaster. She had on a gray t-shirt and panties. And her hair had that casually mussed look about it. I embraced her from behind.

"Hey, why don't you sleep some more, I've got things covered here." She said.

"What time is it?" I asked

"Um, a little after 4." She replied.

"You can't sleep?" I asked

"No, just wanted to finish up here. Come on, go back to bed." She said turning me around and pointing me back towards the bedroom.

"Yes, dear." I said, getting a giggle from her in response.

In the darkened bedroom, I laid in bed looking out the window and seeing there was still a full moon in the sky sending soft light into her bedroom. 

"What a gorgeous sight." I thought

There was an even more gorgeous sight.

The light in the kitchen went off and I could hear Blake walking softly in. She was silhouetted against the moonlight. She elegantly pulled her t-shirt over her head and shook her hair slightly. Then removed her panties and crawled into bed with her back to me. The profile of her naked body looked beautiful with just the moonlight. I moved up behind her and held her close to me.

"Mmm, hi." She said softly.

"Hi." I said.

"The moon looks so pretty." She whispered.

"Yes, it does. I've never seen it like that." I said.

My body was trying to tell me to sleep, but I wanted to experience every second I could with this lady. I think she felt the same.

We were soon asleep once more.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 09



As I'd said before, leaving Hilary the way I did that morning in London, after the night that was so special to her, broke my heart. We'd spent a passionate night together and she'd fallen asleep in my arms. Then my phone jolted me back to reality, reminding me I had a train to catch. Our work with Tigress was calling. I had no choice but to hastily scribble out an apologetic note as I dashed out the door.

Once I made it down to the hotel lobby, I saw Chris there casually reading a newspaper. 

"OK, let's go." I said breathlessly

"Whoa, hang on pal! We've got time." Chris said trying to calm me down.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, we've got new travel arrangements." He calmly explained

"Oh?"

"Uh, yeah, We'll be riding up there on their tour bus." Chris said.

"I dashed...down here.. for nothing?" I said, exasperated and still out of breath.

"Well no, we've got time for breakfast. Come on, I'm buying."

Chris had arranged for us to ride up to Scotland on Tigress' bus. The idea was we'd get more shots for their website. Looking back, I suppose it was a good idea. We had a filling breakfast and then hit the road. In all my experiences with Tigress, I'd never really gotten to know the girls that well. Chris pretty much had that nailed down. I had said that they were all giggles and jiggles. The girls were very flirtatious as you can imagine and I kept my cool all the way there. 

Once we settled in for the long ride, I started checking all my gear. In my camera bag, I discovered one of my cameras was still on, and the battery was practically dead.

"Oh, wonderful!" I muttered to myself.

I removed the memory card and slid it into my laptop to transfer images, like I'd done millions of times before. Even if the card was empty, it was still part of my job to check that we had every shot where it should be. For some reason, there were 3 shots of my shoes at the beginning. 

Then things got very interesting.

A photo of Hilary Duff in a black camisole combo popped up.

Then another with her lying seductively on a bed, a look of desire in her eyes.

I suddenly realized where this camera had been!

I was gripped with a sense of ultimate paranoia that I tried to hide as Chris was goofing around with the girls and their crew.

"Hey, 'Hollywood'! Remember the girl you smuggled out in your car?"

"What? Oh, yeah, of course I remember. Somebody named Hilton, I think." 

I was trying to figure out a way to keep the discovery of my Hilary photos secret. There were an infinite number of reasons why. The press in England would be all over me if word of these got out. The American press would brand me as some sort of degenerate. Not to mention whatever trust she had in me would be gone in an instant. As well as her career.

"Yeah! Tell 'em how you did it, man!" Chris said trying to yank me into the conversation.

"Uh, wait a sec." I said.

All the while I was furiously making a folder within another folder to store the secret photos.

"Come on, man! Get away from that laptop for a second!"

I had finished just as Chris grabbed the laptop away from me and shut it off.

"Now, tell everybody about the smuggling you did for me." Chris insisted.

I recounted the story of smuggling out Paris Hilton early on in my photo career among other tales.

Chris was his usual goofy self. And I was placed in the role of straight man, as usual.

The next 2 days would be another whirlwind for the girls and us. It was an interview here, personal appearance there. And photos snapped everywhere.

Once we got to our hotel, we were both ready to drop. I took a long hot shower and Chris hit one of the nearby pubs, with a promise from me I'd join him later. It was only fair. How often can you say you "had a pint in Glasgow"?

But before then I really wanted to review all those secret photos. They were certainly provocative, and I had taken them! Hilary was stretched out on the bed, wearing the latest from Victoria's Secret and lustfully staring back at me in each one. She did a sexy "over the shoulder" look in one that implied she was topless. And she was leaning forward in another, giving the camera a great view of her tits. I sat back and stared longingly at them. It made me wonder what I should do with them. If I sold them to a tabloid, I'd have sold out a friend. And more than likely destroyed whatever credibility we'd both built up. The mere thought of that was out of the question. I knew that Hilary should have some say in what happened to these. But how to contact her was the big question. Even if I did somehow reconnect with her, how do I tell her about these? Did she even remember taking them?

For now the photos were buried on my laptop. I stashed the memory card in an old candy tin. I decided to hold off on any action until we got back home. I felt like I was smuggling a kilo of drugs with all the security precautions I was taking.

But then I realized that I was probably worrying myself over nothing. So long as the photos never left the folder on my laptop, or the candy tin, (or my big mouth, for that matter) they were safe. And when we got home, I transferred them to a flash drive and erased the laptop file. Her secret was safe with me. I fully intended to bury the flash drive away at my place somewhere. But being the paranoid type, I made a copy until I knew for certain where to store the original. Or in case I met up with Hilary again. Option two came sooner than I expected. 

A week later I was tanking up the old Accord. And amazed at how she still held together. I still wondered what all those paparazzi guys would think if they'd seen Paris gliding away in my 'ol girl instead of the chic Benz she usually used.

"Jim?" I heard a voice say

I turned and saw a cute little blonde thing in a Rolling Stones shirt, jeans and vintage Converse sneakers poking her head around a gas pump.

"Yes?" I said uncertain if I'd heard my name.

"It's me!" The girl said holding her arms out.

It was Hilary.

"Hey! How are you darlin'?" I said excitedly as I recognized her.

"I'm great! I haven't seen you since London." She replied.

"Oh yes, I remember that night." I said cautiously.

"Me, too." She said with a smile.

"I got back a couple of days ago, um, I wanted to send you that photo you really liked but I didn't know how to contact you." 

I was trying to discreetly let her know that there was a lot more than just that black and white photo she loved in my possession. I mean, you just don't blurt out 'Hey I got a great shot of your tits baby!' to someone like her. 

"Oh yeah, right. I did like that shot." She said

"I've got it with me in my bag." I said matter of factly.

"Uh, can you come up to my house? I'm on my way home now." She replied in the same way.

"Oh, Sure. Where do you live?" I replied.

"Just up the road, follow me." She said.

And we were off.

Hilary's home was a ranch-style house in a gated community. I followed her black Mercedes-Benz into the driveway. We made for quite a contrast, this gleaming supercar next to my ratty old Honda. Her home had a real California feel to it. The rooms were large and comfortable. The windows looked out on a large backyard with a pool and patio area. On the walls were various photos, gold records, as well as a surfboard she won at the Teen Choice Awards. 

Like I said, very California.

"Man, great house." I said with awe "Are you still here with your sister?"

"No, she got her own place, finally!" she said with a laugh from the kitchen.

She brought out 2 bottles of water for us.

"So, you have that photo from London?" she now asked.

"Oh, yes. I, uh, have the others too." I replied with hesitation.

"The others." She said, sounding confused.

"Yes, um, geez how do I put this." Now I was in the hot seat trying to be discreet about this. 

There was an awkward silence between us at that moment.

"How much?" she asked firmly in a voice that surprised me.

"What?" I asked, stunned by her tone.

"You have the photos from London. You want to sell them to somebody. I don't want them to get out. How much?" She demanded in a voice that got scarier by the second.

"Nothing." I said, now petrified.

"Nothing? Oh, come on! I'm not stupid!" She yelled.

I held up my hands now.

"Please, hear me out on this." I said calmly

"Talk." She replied, still with an edge in her voice.

I took a deep breath, a big sip of water, and began my "defense" as it were.

"OK, yes I took those pictures. Yes, I have them with me. But no, I don't want to sell them to someone else. Or show them to anyone besides yourself. And I believe you should have final say on them. You said it was a special night for you. It was special for me too. That night was just as you imagined it would be. I don't want to be the one to ruin that memory. And I feel bad I left you like I did. I don't even remember what that note I left said. Please, here's the flash drive, do what you want." 

And I tossed the drive onto a table.

She sat there with a stern look on her face that softened as her eyes went from the drive to my face and back again..

"All the photos are there?" she asked.

"Yes, all of them." I replied

"OK, can I see them?" she now asked.

"Sure, where's your computer?" I replied

"In here." And she led me to a smaller room that served as her office, as it were.

I plugged in the drive and she clicked through each one, looking intently at them.

In a calmer tone she said;

"I still like this one the best." It was the black and white shadow photo of her I took by accident.

"Me, too." I said calmly.

"The others are pretty hot aren't they?" she said looking up at me.

"Uh, yes they are." I replied.

She did a quick copy and paste of the photo to her computer and handed the flash drive back to me.

"You can keep them. I think you deserve something to remember me by. I trust you." She said in a soft, but firm, voice as she looked directly at me.

"I won't let you down." I said just as firmly.

Hilary leaned back in her chair, thinking about what she'd just seen.

"It's so strange seeing me like that. I've never liked the way I look." She said.

"Don't put yourself down, I always thought you were-" I replied.

"Cute? Wholesome?" she said with a touch of aggravation in her voice.

"No, pretty." I said.

"Yeah, right." She said as she got up from the desk and we went back into the living room.

"I really believe that." I said, wondering if I sounded like a guy in a bad singles bar.

"OK, How sexy do you think I am?" she asked sarcastically.

I thought out my answer carefully.

"Enough to fuck me right here, right now?" she said with her arms crossed.

"You bet." I said with my own demanding tone.

We stared at each other for a long time, wondering if we just said we thought we'd said. Then we both giggled.

"Did I just say that?" Hilary said, covering her mouth and clearly shocked.

"I think you did!" I said laughing.

"Oh my god!" she laughed.

We still looked at each other, unsure what to do next.

I decided to make the first move. I walked up to her, and she to me. We slowly embraced and kissed one another. Then kissed some more. All the memories I had of London came back to me. 

"Just like I remembered." Hilary said softly, almost tearfully.

I smiled and kissed her nose as she closed her eyes.

"Come on.." she said as she led me to her bedroom.

Her bedroom had a real "girly-girl" feel to it. There was a large king size brass bed with a lacy white veil around the top that looked like curtains and a matching white bedspread and soft chairs throughout. Several stuffed animals gave it that extra touch as well. 

She removed her shoes and I did the same. We embraced again, I kissed her soft lips and heard a soft "Oh" come from them as I withdrew. 

Hilary looked up at me with an uncertain look on her face.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm just a little nervous in these situations." She replied.

"It's OK, I am too." I said

She smiled at me. Then she bit her lip and quickly took off her shirt, revealing a silky white bra that lifted her tits up just enough. Then she quickly unbuttoned her jeans, and they revealed matching panties.

"I didn't get to show you these in London." She said with a smile.

She was about to remove these when I stopped her saying;

"Could I just, uh, look at you this way?" I asked with hesitation.

"Oh yes, I was hoping you'd say that." She replied.

Hilary proceeded to strut around the room, like a stripper would. She did a lot of slow bump and grind moves. Even without music, this was really hot!

"Whaddaya think baby?" she said in a sexy voice.

"I think I should've brought some extra singles to tip you with!" I said with a laugh.

She laughed too, then walked back over, embraced me, and whispered in my ear;

"Take your clothes off, I want to fuck you."

There's that moment in a person's life when time just stands still. Or in my case, when the ears hear something, but the brain thinks it heard otherwise. 

Hilary looked at me with a beaming smile that told me I'd heard right. 

"Look at this." She said pointing to her panties.

I did and she pulled them down slightly revealing she'd had a bikini wax and was totally clean down there.

"Come on baby!" she said

I took off my shirt as Hilary unbuckled my pants and took them and my underwear down at the same time. Then she quickly removed her underwear and we were naked in front of one another.

She led me to the bed and we lay down, kissing and feeling one another. Her skin felt so smooth.

"What is that you're wearing, it smells incredible." I asked

"It's my perfume, my own brand." She said as we kissed.

"What's it called?" I asked

"With love, by Hilary Duff." She replied with a smile.

"Well, I love it." I said.

She giggled in response.

It felt so good, so illicit to be with her like this. Her kisses were so soft and passionate. She felt incredibly soft and delicate, just like before. She was caressing my dick slowly, getting "the feel" of it.

"I loved what we did in London." She said looking at me. "It was sooo sexy." She said with a big smile.

"I loved it too." I said

Hilary moved down and started to lick my dick like a giant ice cream cone. She smiled at me in a mischievous way. Then she let her lips cover the head and I could feel her tongue swirling around it. Her mouth was then filled by my manhood as it disappeared into her. This was different than last time, when she was uncertain of her abilities. How people can change in such a short time.

"Oh, yeah! That feels good!" I said.

"I guess I'm better now, huh?" she replied.

"Uh-huh. Did you take lessons or something?" I said jokingly.

She giggled again.

"Do I get an "A"?" she asked with a big smile.

"Oh, yes." I was lost in the moment now.

She came off my dick and sat next to me, her tits just inches from my face. I sat up slightly and kissed her cute little nipples. She gasped a little but moved down closer to me so I could get at them better. I caressed the other with my free hand. I could see her hand was down on her pussy.

"Baby, I want to show you something." she whispered.

Hilary sat up and reached for one of her stuffed animals, a large pink teddy bear. There seemed to be a little pocket in its back and from it emerged a small vibrator.

"What is that?" I said stunned.

"A little something I bought when I returned from London." She said with a big smile.

It was pink, looked like a rocket, and about five inches long. She turned it on and it made a soft humming sound. She placed it on her nipples and almost immediately started to breathe heavily. I resumed kissing and caressing the other one, which only increased her breaths.

"I want to do something." She said

She had me sit up and open my legs. She then got between them with her back to me and I could see we were now reflected in the mirror over her dresser.

"How do we look?" she asked me.

"Sexy." I said, getting another big smile from her.

She then turned the vibrator back on and moved it down between her legs, rubbing it up and down. Her chest heaved upwards and she was now moaning uncontrollably.

"You..can..watch me." she said in between moans.

My hands resumed their place on her tits. And I kissed her cheek and neck too.

"Oh god that's it!!" she screamed out.

The vibrator buzzed as she worked it all around her pussy. I was watching on the mirror as it seemed to move on its own with no assistance. My dick was super hard and it was pressing against her ass, wanting to go in. She was gasping and screaming nonstop. Then with a guttural "UH!" her body rose up and she collapsed in my arms. Her body went limp.

"Oh my god, just give me a minute." She whispered.

She slowly removed herself from me and rolled over to the nightstand, pulling out that small silver box I saw in London.

She unsealed a Trojan and placed it on my dick.

"I wanna fuck really good this time." She said with a sexy smile.

"I hope I can deliver." I said, now I was the one with hesitation.

"You will." She now said with a confident smile.

She turned around and got up on her hands and knees, shaking her ass a little before aiming it straight up at me.

"Do me this way." She said with a sly giggle.

How could I say no?

I got up and positioned myself at her cute little ass. I kissed it a little and rubbed it. She felt so soft and silky. Then I pointed my dick at her and slowly inserted it.

"OH! UH! YES!" she yelled. "Oh my god Jim!"

I began slowly moving in and out of her, her ass shuddered as I did this. Her pussy felt so tight as I did this. It just seemed to wrap itself around my dick. I reached around and pulled Hilary up and held her tits, flicking the nipples. This drove her wild. I then moved down to her pussy and my fingered it as best I could. She was screaming now, I thought she might pass out. So I slowed down and softly kissed her neck. I pulled out and she turned around and kissed me. We embraced, then I moved her down onto the bed with her legs open wide. And I fucked for all it was worth. She was screaming again.

"YES! YES! OH MY GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD!"

She was like an animal with her passion. She wasn't the delicate rose I'd known in London, she wanted me down and dirty this time! 

I could feel my release coming faster and faster.

"I'm gonna come Hil! I'm gonna come!" I yelled.

"Do it! Do it!" she yelled

And I exploded into her. I felt myself drop onto her as I came. Her eyes rolled back as she came as well, her mouth open but very little sound coming out. I rolled off her and tried to catch my breath.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, then turned to my left to see Hilary with a beaming smile.

"Wow, that was even better than last time." She said breathlessly.

"Did I deliver?" I asked.

She giggled.

"Yes, yes you did." And she gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.

She sat up and got off the bed, she was a little wobbly as she stood up.

"Whoa! You did me better than I thought!" she laughed.

She went into the bathroom for a minute and then emerged, still naked.

"Come on, let's get a drink." She said taking my hand.

I always feel weird walking around totally naked, even with someone like her. But I must've given her some newfound confidence about her body. She wasn't afraid to be like this.

We went into her spacious kitchen. She looked so sexy with her tits jiggling like they did. She got a bottle of water and took a deep drink of it.

"Gotta keep hydrated." She said between sips.

I embraced her against one of the counters;

"That was somethin' else!" I said.

"You think so?" She said with a beaming smile.

"Oh, I know so darlin'" I said.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 09



She giggled and we kissed.

Then her phone rang.

"Oh crap!" She said with anger.

I remembered what her temper could be like, so it was probably best not to tell her otherwise.

She grabbed the phone off the wall, but sounded happy to talk to whoever was on the line.

"Hey! Uh-huh, right. Yes. Right, I'll see you then." She said pleasantly and hung up the phone. A look of terror came over her face.

"That was my Mom. You've got to get outta here, now!" She said urgently.

"Oh, boy!" I said.

We both dashed back to the bedroom and got dressed.

"Gee, it's déjà` vu all over again." I hurriedly said as I zipped up my pants and found my shoes.

"Very funny!" she said as she found a t-shirt and threw it on.

I got to her door, and turned back.

She had a look of sadness and longing on her face.

She walked up and gave me a big kiss goodbye.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." She said

"OK, see you soon." I said as I dashed out to my car.

I backed out of her driveway and hit the road. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw another Benz pulling into her driveway.

"Hollywood, you old dog you." I muttered to myself as I drove away.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 10



The rendezvous with Brooke and Ashley was a memory now, and a good one at that.

Chris and I applied ourselves to Tigress' performance at the Miami Film Fest. The show went off as expected. We'd seen it enough times by now to know when our best chance for photos would be. For better or worse, that's how these shows went. The set list was always the same. It was up to us to mix things up photo-wise. But the girls were always good to us, and the festival was good to them. The show ended well after midnight, and with it the festival itself.

We grabbed a drink backstage and rolled off a few more shots before calling it a night. Our plans were for a departure back to LA in the morning. We packed up our gear and headed back to the hotel. Not long after I got in, my cell rang.

"Hey, change of plans." Chris said "Chuck got me a seat on their jet back home, do you wanna leave now with me or go home in the morning on the regular flight?" 

"Geez, I'm really beat. I'll stick with the regular flight. Can you take the gear with you?" I replied.

"You got it, I'll be over in a bit."

Chris showed up a few minutes later, grabbed our gear and said he'd see me in LA.

I was asleep before I hit the pillow.

That morning I was getting in my last meal at the breakfast buffet when I received a note at my table that my car was waiting for me.

"My car? What car?" I asked.

"There's a car waiting for you outside, sir." The hotel rep said.

"Oh-kay, I'll be right there." I replied with apprehension. 

I grabbed my carry-on bag and followed the man to the main lobby. But we were bypassing the front desk.

"Uh, don't I need to checkout or anything?" I was confused by this sudden change.

"Everything's been taken care of, sir. This way please." The coolly efficient bellman said.

I followed him outside to a large black Lincoln limo, all the while wondering who sprung for this as airport transportation. Tigress' record company? Could it be Chris? That was very unlikely. He'd spring for drinks and meals, but limos? No way! Not unless he was guaranteed as a passenger. 

I got my answer when the door was opened and I looked inside.

"Hey, 'Hollywood'. Wanna go for a ride?"

Once again, Paris Hilton had surprised me.

And once again, I was very surprised.

She was wearing a stylish white sun dress, and espadrille shoes. Her blonde hair shimmered, even in the dim light of the Lincoln's interior. Every detail had been taken care of, as usual.

I climbed in, chuckling at how this lady keeps getting the upper hand with me. She was much craftier than I ever imagined.

I gave her a quick kiss and the limo pulled away.

"So what brings you here?" I asked.

"You, of course." She said in that sweet tone. "I told you I'd call you, I just didn't say how I'd call you." And she giggled a little, her smile was luminous, as usual.

"Is this your way of seeing me off?" I asked.

"Well, not exactly. See, we're not going to the airport." She began.

"But I've got a plane back to LA." I said

"And you will be going back." She continued "Just not today."

"Huh?"

"We're going to my place first." She said with a smile.

"Uh, where's that?" I asked as I saw the signs for the A1A highway entrance.

"Palm Beach. I think you deserve a break after all this." She said

"Palm Beach! Wait a minute! Chris left last night, he's expecting me back home-" I said exasperated.

"And you'll get there." She said in a reassuring tone. "I already called him, he's cool with everything. Especially since he'll be doing some more photos for me. I told you how good a job he did and you said-"

"He'd love the work." Remembering our last meeting in Vegas. "OK, OK I get it. But this is just so.."

"Unexpected?" she said

"Yes!" I said 

"That's the whole point. I believe you also said that meeting unexpectedly.."

"..Was more fun. Oh, brother." I finished. My own words were being held against me. I realized she had me exactly where she wanted me. And to add insult to injury, she was laughing at my reactions.

I looked at her as she smiled a very crafty smile.

"OK, here's something else I said once." I began, with mock authority.

"Yes?" she said with a giggle in her voice.

"You are a crafty one Ms. Hilton." I smiled

We both laughed and kissed one another.

Paris explained that we'd be driving to the family compound in Palm Beach for "a day or two" as she said. It would be a long drive, hence the limo. Fully stocked with goodies for both of us.

She opened up bottles of orange juice and gave me a donut.

"So, what should I expect? I've never been to a compound before." I asked.

"Well, you can see how the other half lives." She replied.

"Geez, I've seen that in Vegas." I said. 

"OK, let's see. There's a big house, private beach, a great pool." She explained wearily before leaning in close to me "and no one there but you and me." She said in a soft and sexy voice as she kissed me.

I knew this was gonna be one ride I'd never forget!

"And I have another surprise for you." She said sweetly.

"Oh?" I replied.

And she pulled up her dress slightly to reveal she had no underwear on, she smiled very sexily at my reaction.

"That is a surprise." I said now leaning in towards her. "and a nice one at that."

She giggled as we kissed much deeper now. 

My hand immediately went for her pussy, getting it ready for me. 

Once I felt it soft and warm to my touch, my head went under the dress and eagerly kissed her ultra-smooth love nest.

She gasped like I'd never heard before and was clearly surprised how I got down to business, fast.

I shoved my tongue right in there and felt her get wetter by the second. She tasted so sweet. She finally regained enough control to pull my head out.

"It's a long ride to the house, let's make the most of it." She said as she kicked off her shoes. She reached for my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. I worked on getting my jeans off (not as easy to do as you'd think in a moving car) while Paris slipped out of her dress, wow did she look great! We were totally naked now and groping one another like never before. It was so erotic knowing that there were cars passing by us unaware of the activity going on in our limo.

"You sit here, baby." She directed "it's my turn now."

She moved to one of the other seats facing me, spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy.

"Oh, this is nice." She said in a sexy voice as the limo silently hummed along the highway. "I feel so wet now."

She reached for a strawberry and slowly began to eat it, letting the juices drip onto her tits.

I leaned back and spread my legs wide. Then she took a banana, rubbed it along her slit, then slowly licked and ate it.

My dick was getting harder with no assistance from me.

Paris smiled as she saw the results of her handiwork.

She came over and sat on my lap. I kissed and fondled her, rubbing her pussy as she kissed me and whispered dirty words in my ear. She straddled my leg and slowly rubbed herself on it, the friction was making her feel good. 

She stopped and dismounted my leg, turned around and went to work on my dick. Fully swallowing it and massaging it with her hands.

"Oh, god you're so good." She said breathlessly.

I felt like a king at that moment, I was sprawled across the seat of a limo with a gorgeous beauty engulfing my dick and telling how good I was.

I laid her across the seat and spread her legs now.

"Ooo, Fuck me Hollywood." she said in that whispery voice.

I was rock hard and slid right into her, she smiled widely as I began thrusting into her, I didn't ease into my rhythm, I wanted to rock and roll!

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh! OH GOD! YES! OH FUCK ME!" she was screaming now. I rammed into her like I never had before, this felt so good and so illicit.

I pulled her off the seat and we fucked with her on my lap. Her head was thrown back and she was apparently in such ecstasy, sounds weren't coming from her. Just staccato cries.

I could feel my explosion building now.

"I'm gonna come soon!" I said breathlessly.

"Don't come in me this time." She said quickly "Tell me when."

"Oh man, now!" I said.

Paris quickly dismounted me and jerked my dick while looking at me.

"Come for Paris, baby!" she said in that sweet, but naughty, voice I'd heard before.

And I exploded. She giggled as I came, licking any residual come off my dick 

"Oh, nice!" she said with a big smile. "Did I do that?" she asked in a sweet voice that dissolved into laughter from both of us.

I was totally spent, as expected. 

Paris cleaned herself off and curled up with me as we rode along naked to Palm Beach. I looked out the window at the ocean side rushing past us and realized that Paris was asleep in my arms now.

As relaxing as it was to see the ocean this way, I was feeling sleepy myself.

Why fight it, we still had a ways to go.

Paris awakened me with a kiss.

"We're almost there, sleepy head." She said

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I looked out and saw several giant homes pass by us. Paris was almost dressed and handed me my clothes.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked as I got dressed.

She looked at her diamond watch.

"Maybe 2 hours." She replied.

"Whoa, you really take a lot out of a guy." I said, still a little sleepy.

She smiled.

"Oh! There's the house!" she said excitedly.

Indeed it was. The Hilton family estate. It looked like a mansion in Newport, Rhode Island. Stone columns on the front, white stone all around. Against the perfectly manicured green lawn, it seemed to almost glow in the sunlight. I could glimpse the ocean in the distance. The Lincoln crackled as it rolled up the gravel driveway. 

"This is it?" I asked, still a little stunned at the size of the place.

"Uh-huh. This is my house." She said, giving me a quick peck on my cheek.

A dark-suited driver opened the door and we stepped out.

"Welcome home, Ms. Hilton." A voice said from the entryway.

A crisply tailored man who looked like Robert Duvall emerged in a grey suit, accompanied by another man in a white shirt and khaki pants.

"Hi, Jarvis! This is my friend Jim. He'll be staying with me for the night." She replied pleasantly.

"I will?" I thought.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." He said extending his hand.

"Yes, good to meet you too, sir." I said, still a little shaky at what to do in these situations.

"Any luggage, Ms. Hilton?" the second man asked.

"Oh, just the one carry-on bag inside." She said

"Oh! I can get that." I quickly offered.

"No, no, baby, you're on my turf now." Paris corrected.

"OK, uh, thank you." I replied.

"Glad to help, sir." The assistant replied. 

Paris told him to take my bag upstairs and held my arm as she led me inside. 

"Welcome to my home." She said with a smile.

The inside was just as sumptuous. Marble floors throughout made our voices echo. There were framed pictures everywhere, artworks hung on the walls and antique furniture truly made me believe this house had been around for a long time and held many memories.

"Forgive me for asking a dumb question, but is Jarvis like a butler?" I asked.

"Sort of, he runs the household, keeps things running smoothly, especially when we're away. He's been with us a long time." She explained in a cool manner.

She led me onto a back terrace that looked out on a huge pool, the ocean just off in the distance. In between was an expanse of lawn the size of a football field.

"Whoa." I said, speechless at what was before me.

"I know what you mean." She said with her arms wrapped around my back.

"I'll be right back." She said. And she went back inside the house.

I stood there, looking at this vast "empire" before me. Was I really here? Was I really with this girl, who liked me the way I was? And seemed to know me better than I did? Perhaps I really was 'Hollywood Jim' all along and didn't know it. 

"OK, everything's all set." Paris said as she came back outside.

"All set?" I asked.

"Right." She answered. "The staff will be taking the rest of the day off. There's plenty of food, we have the place all to ourselves." She said as she embraced me and gave me a quick kiss.

"OK, first rule when you're here with me..." She said

"Yes?" I answered, somewhat confused (Rules? With her?)

"Whenever you're with me here, we have to be naked at all times." She said with a naughty smile. 

"Oh!" I said with a raised eyebrow.

"So...let's get naked!" she yelled.

And we both stripped off our clothes and jumped in the pool. It was just like that night we spent in Vegas. We were splashing about, watching each other swim. I was getting hard again and Paris could tell. 

I had the feeling I was gonna have a 24 hour hard-on the whole time I was here.

She was giddy splashing about in the pool. It was still an incredible turn on seeing her naked underwater. The water in the pool was an electric shade of blue. You'd have thought it was a watercolor painting the way the sunlight reflected off it. Paris was so casual the way she strolled about the grounds naked, she showed off a scintillating tan when we lay on the chaise lounge chairs and took in the sun. To think I was on an estate of this size, with someone of her stature, in this condition. Well, I couldn't think about it. I just lay back and let the sun tell me what to do. 

"Take it all in 'Hollywood', take it all in." It seemed to say. 

"So, you and Brooke hooked up, huh?" she asked, jolting me back to semi-reality.

"What?" I asked.

"You and Brooke, I told you you'd have fun with her, right?" she probed.

"Well, yes. Yes we did." I replied nervously.

"Did you fuck her?" She asked with a smile.

I was shocked at her bluntness.

"Come on, you can tell me!" she said.

"I, uh-" I stammered "I plead the fifth!" I replied.

She laughed in that giddy "Paris-style" laugh.

"Oh, come on!" She was now insistent.

"What if I did?" I now asked.

"Well, I'd say you had fun." She explained. "A guy like you should get to do somebody like her once. Every guy wants to bang some blonde with big tits."

"Uh-huh, and I suppose a guy like me should also get to screw some heiress with a place like this." I said with a wave of my hands for effect.

"Of course." She replied, giggling. 

She turned on her side and looked at me.

"If you think I'd be mad at you, I'm not. You're a really good guy, I like being with you. You're so normal compared to the people I see. And I know all this can be really overwhelming." She explained. 

Paris lay back on the lounge chair. 

"But like I said, you deserve to have fun like this." She said as she put her sunglasses on and stretched her naked body out in the sun.

I had to admit, she was right again. I flashed back to that old Tom Petty song;

'Even the losers, get lucky sometimes.'

As the sun sank lower, Paris led me inside to the kitchen (still naked, had to follow her rules) and made us a quick dinner. I had to ask for details about the house, when it was built, the history, etc. She readily obliged, telling me all she knew. She pointed out who was who in the photos and casually dropped names of famous people who'd been there. I found myself turning into an obnoxious fan saying things like "Whoa! HE/SHE was here!" "They did WHAT here?". She thought my reactions were funny. To her, they were just friends of the family. Most of them had been here long before she was born, and now were just a fading memory on a photograph from long ago.

"Come on, let's go down to the beach." She said

I was so self-conscious walking out there totally naked, but she wasn't.

"Aren't you afraid some helicopter will fly over and they'll get a free show?" I asked.

"No, there's regulations against them here. It's been like that for a long time." 

The beachfront was carefully groomed like the rest of the property. The sand felt incredibly soft under my feet.

Paris turned around gave me a big kiss.

"Let's go swimming." She said seductively and led me into the ocean. Although it was dark, the moonlight cast a glow over the ocean. The waves weren't too bad, Paris and I held one another close and let them cascade over us.

"Hey, I wanna try something!" I said.

I led her back up onto the sand and had her lay down. I joined her and we did our version of the "From Here to Eternity" kiss. She knew exactly what I was doing and she was an eager participant. I was getting hard again and she could tell. We kissed and rolled around on the beach as the waves rolled over us. She was giggling at all the beach sand and ocean water that was getting into all sorts of areas on us.

"I feel like sandpaper!" I said laughing.

"Me too!" she laughed. "Come over here, there's a shower."

She led me over to a freestanding shower set up to wash off beach sand. She turned the water on, it was a little cold but it did the job and we washed one another off. We kissed deeply under the water and she felt my dick. I was so excited I tried to pin her against the shower wall and fuck her, but she resisted saying;

"Let's go back up to the house." She said

We walked hand in hand back up onto the vast lawn. The moonlight cast its glow over everything. In the moonlight we could see one another as if a spotlight was on us. I was so taken by the atmosphere that I turned Paris around and kissed her deeply. She responded with a kiss of her own and a very sexy smile. I was rock hard now and she caressed my dick as we kissed. I felt her soft ass and she smiled back.

"This is nice." She said softly. The grounds were so quiet, only crickets could be heard. We embraced one another and took in the silence. Then I lowered us down to the ground and we lay in one another's arms. 

"I know how to make this nicer." She said.

She then moved down and deeply engulfed my dick. Her mouth slowly slid up and down the length. She looked at me with a sweet look.

"How's that baby?" she said.

"Nice." I said, it all felt so good.

She started to jerk my dick a little before resuming her lip service.

"Let me return the favor." I said.

She crawled up and brought her pussy to my face, straddling my head. She tasted so good, ultra smooth to the touch and ultra wet. She started to make moaning noises.

"Ohhh, that's it....uh-huh baby...uh-huh." She moaned.

My mouth and tongue were enveloping her now.

"YES! THAT'S IT!! OH GODDDDD!!!!" she screamed out as her body tensed up, then relaxed.

She removed herself from me and lay on the grass. I turned over and kissed her tits, the nipples standing straight up.

"Oh my god, that felt good." She said, sounding exhausted.

"Let's make it even better." I said

"Oh, you sexy thing you!" she said with a giggle.

I climbed on top of her and my dick slid easily into her pussy. She closed her eyes and smiled as I began fucking her slowly. This felt so good, I felt like a king as I fucked my queen. I got up close to Paris and we kissed deeply and passionately as I quickened my thrusts.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me Jim! Fuck me!" she cried out into the night air.

I kept pounding into her, she met my thrusts with excited cries and moans. She was really getting off on all this, like never before.

"Oh yes, baby! YES!" she cried out.

I could feel an explosion building.

"Baby I'm gonna come!" I yelled.

"Oh yes! Do it baby! Do it!" she yelled back

And I did.

I exploded into her and she smiled widely as she felt my explosion.

"Oh, wow!" she said, clearly out of breath. "I can feel you come!"

I lay on top of her for a moment, then slowly rolled off her.

We lay naked under the moonlight. The stars were like diamonds in the sky and the moon like a giant spotlight.

"That was great, baby." Paris said with a kiss on my cheek. She curled herself against me and we stared at the night sky.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 10



"It looks so beautiful." She said.

I was still so overwhelmed by everything that had gone on, I could barely speak.

"You know, I still remember the first time we were together, all I could say to you at one point was 'beautiful'." I said.

"I remember that." She replied. "Still feel that way?"

"Yes." I said.

"That's the idea, honey." She said with a smile and a kiss.

We lay that way for a while longer, then walked back to the house as it was getting chilly. Paris showed me to an enormous bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub that overlooked the ocean. She got the tub going and we sat in the water that warmed us up. We were so tired from our "activities" that we didn't stay in it long. Paris led me to her bedroom. It was fit for a queen, of course. Elegant paintings were on the walls, the bed was an enormous canopy-type with lacy curtains all around. The pillows and sheets were a silky white with her initials engraved on them.

"Is that in case you forget whose bedroom you're sleeping in?" I said

She laughed at that.

"Very funny Mr. Hollywood!" she said in response.

Paris dimmed the lights and the moonlight soon covered the room.

She slowly climbed into the enormous bed, then beckoned me with her finger.

"Come to bed, Jim." She said softly and sweetly.

I got in, the bed was the softest and most luxurious one I'd ever felt.

Paris curled up next to me and we quickly fell asleep, naked in each other's arms.

She awakened me with soft kisses in the morning. The sunlight was streaming in, and it was another sun-kissed day in Palm Beach.

"Good morning, honey." She said between kisses.

"Hey you." I said with a smile.

"We'll have to put our clothes back on, the staff is back." She said. "And there'll be a car taking you to the airport later on."

"OK, I wonder if Chris is climbing the walls now." I wondered aloud as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"Well, if I know him, he's probably got some kind of goofy idea for the next photo shoot." Paris said with a laugh.

We dressed and went downstairs, where the kitchen staff had a full breakfast course ready for us that we ate while sitting out by the pool. Paris had her big sunglasses on and made some phone calls while I ate.

"How long did you say you'd been working with Chris?" she asked

"Uh, maybe a year." I replied "Why?"

"Just wondering" she answered as she looked over some papers

"Maybe I should call him and check-in." I said reaching for my phone.

"No, you don't have to, he knows when you'll be in. All you'll need to do is get your car. Do you still have that old Honda?" she said with a smile.

"Of course, best thing to have in a business like mine, I mean, ours." I said

"Did you clean the trunk out after I left?" She said with a smile. She remembered that first time we met just as clearly as I did.

"Oh no, I had to preserve the evidence that you once rode in it." I said rather sarcastically.

She laughed in response.

"Well, I think you should get a new one. After all this business is doing well, right?" she continued.

"Yes."

"What's Chris driving anyway?" she asked.

"He just got a Porsche convertible." I answered.

I had the feeling this was leading somewhere.

"Well, there you go! He's got the cool car, you should too!" she said, implying something more.

"There's such a thing as anonymity." I said taking a bite of my eggs. "You should know that, you had that goofy disguise in Vegas, remember?"

Paris removed her glasses and said;

"All I'm saying is that you should be doing as good as he is." She said

"But I am." I replied.

"I know how you can do better." She continued

"Oh, really!" I said sitting back in my chair and giving her an 'oh yeah?' look.

"Do tell!" I said with a smile. 

No offense to her but I doubted she had a good idea .

She looked at me and said nonchalantly;

"Come work for me." 

"What!" I said, shocked.

"Sure. I've got someone who handles fan mail, another does my schedules, personal assistants, why not my own photographer?" she explained.

And I had thought she didn't have a good idea. This wasn't necessarily a good idea, it was a shocker of an idea.

"Geez, I-I'm not sure what to say." I stammered.

"Give it some thought." She looked at her watch. "Oh, we've gotta get going."

My bag was already in the Lincoln as we headed for Palm Beach airport.

Paris held me close as the Lincoln hummed along. I watched the ocean pass by the window.

As we arrived at the departures area, she handed me my ticket. I'd be flying commercial, but first class commercial.

"I'll be back in LA soon, I'll give you a call." And she gave me a hug and a passionate goodbye kiss.

"You take care, baby." She said with that "Paris smile" we'd all seen elsewhere.

"Thanks for everything, Paris." I said with a smile of my own. Felt strange to be calling her that, now that I thought about it.

The limo pulled away and I headed for my flight back to LA.

Paris was true to her word. When she returned to LA, she set up a photo session with us at the new studio. The atmosphere was much different this time around. No crush of photographers, Except for us, of course. She was happy with the results and invited us to dinner at her home. She laid out a huge Italian feast for us and her friends. Which included Nicole Richie & Joel Madden, Nicole was a real sweetheart. I could see why she and Paris had worked so well together. It was strange being back in the same place where my "Hollywood Odyssey" had begun. Chris had this look on his face the whole time that clearly said 'I know what happened HERE!' There was no way I could deny that. 

But I also couldn't deny that I was giving serious consideration to the offer she'd made me in Palm Beach.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 11



Author's note; this story should've appeared after Part 5 as it takes place soon after the events in that story.

*

I drifted through my work that day, we did some prep work for a photo shoot somewhere, I really didn't think about who or what the subject was. My thoughts kept drifting back to the night before. When our work day was over we spilt up as we usually did. Chris went back to Red Light. But not before trying to get me to go along.

"Uh-uh! Not this time pal!" I said firmly.

"You realize what you missed out on last night?" Chris replied.

"Yes, I do. But I still appreciate your getting me to go in the first place." I responded as I went out the door.

That evening, as I settled in for a night with Smokie and a college football game, I surfed around the TV dial as was the norm. I was getting my football munchies together in the kitchen when out of earshot I got the surprise of my life! 

I heard the lead story on "Entertainment Tonight";

"Who is Lindsay Lohan's Mystery Man?" wondered Mary Hart. 

I poked my head out and looked at the TV and lo and behold, there was grainy security footage of my rendezvous at Burger King with Lindsay! And I could be seen, buying her dinner and as the TV voices said; "sweet talking the sexy starlet". Who it was additionally revealed, had had a rough night at a hot club called The Red Light District.

It was the same story on the other entertainment shows. 

I was everywhere! 

Suddenly my phone rang.

It was Chris.

"Jim...Are you watching TV now?" he asked slowly. I can't recall the last time he called me by my real name.

"Yes." I said.

"You know what's on?" he asked

"Uh-huh." I said, too stunned to say any more.

"This will either be the best of times for you or the worst." Chris said calmly.

Oh, brother was he right!

The next few days were touch and go. I kept as low a profile as I could. It was actually easy. Since I wasn't a club maven like Chris I wasn't in the 24/7 sights of press people. After a while, I faded into the unknown. To the general public, and to enquiring minds, Lindsay's "mystery man" remained that. 

Just lucky, I guess.

Our work continued to be steady. I drifted back into my nightly routines. I didn't miss the clubs, although Chris kept trying to get me back. He dragged me out to another one, this one called "The Eagle".

The Eagle was a slightly better experience than Red Light had been. But I still felt out of my element there. Chris found two willing models for us to hang around with. I still can't remember their names. Or any other details about the club.

Not long after, I was able to split from the club. I just needed some quiet in my life right now.

I started to drive away and found one of my old homemade Pink Floyd CD's and immediately started playing it as I drove, somewhere, anywhere. Just to clear my head. But that didn't work. So I headed home and went straight to bed.

But even sleep was eluding me. I started looking for long-delayed projects to work on. In the course of this, I found a business card in my desk I'd forgotten about from some talent agency. Probably someone looking for a photo deal. I tossed it aside but suddenly noticed writing on the back.

It was a phone number and the name "Lindsay" on the top.

Well, I'll be darned. I still had the little card she'd given me when we met that night.

But calling her was a pretty dumb idea. The number probably doesn't work anymore.

There was only one way to find out.

I felt like a petrified high school kid when I called it. Too many bad memories came rushing back as I heard the phone ring.

It went to voicemail, but the voice was familiar.

"Hi, it's Lindsay, leave a message." The recording said.

I froze for a few seconds, and then hesitantly spoke;

"Uh, hi Lindsay, uh it's Jim. We, uh, met in the Burger King. I just wanted to see how you were, uh, I don't know what else to say. I'm rambling here, I know." 

The next words I said came spontaneously, from where I don't know; 

"Um, Smokie misses you. Bye."

And I hung up the phone. And now wished I could crawl into a hole and die.

I fell onto my couch and turned on the TV, hoping that would make me forget what I'd just done.

Apparently it did as I fell asleep.

How long I slept I don't know but I heard a car pull into my driveway and the sounds of someone getting out. 

It was raining too, that's odd.

There was a knock on the door, now I didn't know what to do. I cautiously looked through the peephole.

It was someone in a grey hooded jacket, the hood was pushed back slightly and I could see a flash of red hair. It looked like a girl.

I turned on the outside light and looked through the peephole again.

"Oh, my god." I said slowly as I opened the door a crack.

It was Lindsay.

"Hi, I miss Smokie too." She said with a smile that seemed to say she missed someone more.

She came inside and shook off the raindrops from her jacket. When she took it off, she had on a white t-shirt and black jogging pants. Her hair was the same flaming red I remembered.

"There you are! Hi baby!" she saw Smokie the cat lying on a chair looking at her with curious eyes, as if he recognized her too. She crouched down and started to pet him.

She stood up and we embraced.

"Hi, Jim." She said with a smile.

"Hi, beautiful." I replied.

"I got your message and came right over, I hope it's not too late for you."

"Not at all, it's great to see you again." I said, with a big smile.

And we kissed.

All the emotions we'd felt last time came rushing back.

"Let me get you something to warm you up." I said

"Thanks. I could use that." She replied

I went and got some coffee brewing for us.

Lindsay followed me into the kitchen and stood next to me as I got the coffee going. She came up from behind and held me saying;

"I really missed you."

I turned around.

"I missed you too."

The rain was falling steadily outside as we sat and drank our coffees.

"So you're my mystery man, huh?" she said before dissolving into laughter.

"Looks like it!" I said

"I can't believe how all that came out. When I saw that story I thought it was a gag!" Lindsay said still laughing.

"Oh! You should've been here when I saw ET that night." I said between laughs.

There was a silence between us.

"Now you know what I go through everyday." She said.

I smiled slightly, she was right.

"Uh, at least there's nobody here now." I now said, with hesitation.

She smiled now, then leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back.

"It's so quiet here." She said softly, as if relieved to be here.

"Would you like to go someplace even quieter?" I boldly asked.

"I thought you'd never ask." She said smiling, knowing just what I meant.

And we immediately headed for the stairs to my bedroom.

Lindsay and I immediately began disrobing. She had on a white bra and panty set that quickly disappeared. Her body still looked as stunning as I remembered. We kissed and felt one another all over. Her body felt so soft and her reactions were definitely emotional. We hadn't even got to the bed yet, we just stood and took in each other. Lindsay reached down and began stroking my dick. Then dropped to her knees and enveloped me in her mouth. It felt so good!

She continued her lip service, then withdrew and stood up.

"I want to make this last like last time" she said

"Me too." I replied.

We went over to my king size bed and lay on it wrapping ourselves in one another. I immediately went for her tits and felt them. They were so soft and perfect, Lindsay was breathing heavily and moaning. Man, did she sound sexy! 

Her fingers worked their way through my hair and she brought my head up and we deeply kissed, our tongues interweaving. She laid herself flat on the bed and opened her legs wide, revealing a perfectly smooth and hairless pussy. Not like last time when there was a small red patch on the top. I smiled at the sight of it. It still looked beautiful and inviting.

"Your turn." She said with a smile.

I gently kissed the insides of her legs as I worked my way to her love nest. Then I kissed it and my tongue felt its way around the perimeter. She was already soaking wet and tasted ever so sweet.

"Oh god!" she gasped in that raspy voice of hers.

I let my tongue flick its way inside her.

Her cries were raspy, then high pitched. She sat up slightly and balanced herself on her elbows as she watched me. I looked up a little and saw her gently caressing her nipples. Then see her tits thrust outward.

"Oh god! Oh god! Yes! AHHHHHHEEEEEEE!" she screamed out in a tone that went higher and higher in octaves and emotions.

I felt her body convulse as she came on my tongue and lips. She continued to quiver and shake. Then gradually relax as her body came "back to earth" as it were.

"Oh baby...oh my...slow down honey let me catch my breath." She said.

I brought myself up from between her legs and lay beside her.

"Oh my." She said breathlessly "That was unreal!" 

"Felt good to me too." I said with a smile.

"Oh, but you deserve the same." She said softly. 

We lay together in bed, letting our bodies recharge.

"Oh! I've got it!" she said with a sly smile.

"What?" I was confused.

"Come on." She said.

She gathered up her clothes, then took my hand and led me back downstairs. 

"Sit here." She instructed. "And close your eyes."

"OK." I said.

I heard some rustling of clothing and my stereo being turned on and her placing a CD in the player.

"OK, open your eyes." She said

I did so, and saw that Lindsay had gotten dressed and had the CD remote in her hand. She was holding it like it was some kind of magic wand.

"Ready?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, what are you doing?" I was smiling, but confused.

"You'll see." She then clicked "play" on the remote and turned her back to me.

While fluttering her fingers, a fuzzy guitar was heard. Then a wail of feedback.

She spun around as a "vroom" of sound came through the speakers and Jimi Hendrix kicked into "Foxy Lady".

She thrust her hips out in time with the music, every so often mouthing the words "foxy lady" at exactly the right moment as she bumped and grinded to the music.

And as all this was going on, she started removing bits of clothing.

First the t-shirt came off just as Jimi said "Oh...foxy lady."

And when Jimi said "you make me want to get up and scream" she pointed at me as her pants fell to the floor.

It seemed with the end of every verse, an item of clothing came off.

Then when she was naked yet again, she worked her way up to me, sitting naked in my chair that was usually my home for football games. She thrust her tits into my face and giggled. 

And in the last verse of the song, Lindsay was in my face and whispered in my ear;

"Here I come baby, I'm comin' to getcha!" caressing my dick all the while.

Even over the music, I could hear her whispers clearly.

And as the song ended with Jimi running his guitar pick down the strings, Lindsay slowly dropped to the floor in sync with the music and ran her fingers through her pussy.

Inadvertently giving the song an even better ending as she looked at me, now fully aroused and said;

"Fuck me Jim, Fuck me now." She said with a smile.

As the Hendrix CD went into the next song, "Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)", I made my move as I went down to the floor and my dick just slid into her, she was so wet. Her mouth opened again and she smiled widely as this new sensation was inside her. She felt so good as her pussy wrapped itself around my dick and I thrust into her, almost in tune with the music. I reached around to her back and raised her slightly off the floor so we were closer to one another. Her head was slightly limp and she looked at me with a mixture of love and lust.

"Oh god this is sooo good!" she said excitedly.

I slowed down and kissed her, then fucked her hard again, I could hear her breathing heavily and whispering in my ear, even with Hendrix blasting away.

"Oh god Jim...that's it...uh-huh...fuck me baby...fuck me baby."

I could feel my explosion building within.

"I'm gonna come Lindsay...I'm gonna come." I said just as breathlessly.

"Come inside me...come inside me!" she cried out.

And I exploded in her, she was laughing and smiling.

"Oh wow! I can feel you! Wow!" she laughed as we collapsed to the floor.

I was gasping and out of breath and I stayed on top of her as our wave of ecstasy subsided.

"Oh man...that was great!" she whispered.

I rolled off her and lay on the carpet next to her. She turned on her side and laid her head on my chest.

The slow burning blues version of "Voodoo Child" was now playing. 

"Where did you learn that dance routine?" I asked with a smile.

She giggled.

"It was the only good thing I got from 'I Know Who Killed Me'." She said.

"You do it well." I said with a smile.

"Thank you." She said with a kiss and a beaming smile.

"Would you like to go up to bed?" I asked.

"Mmmm, good idea." She said, smiling.

And we walked back upstairs, she still felt incredibly soft as we held one another. We climbed into my king size bed and fell asleep, naked in each other's arms.

It was well after 9 when I turned over and could see Smokie staring at me. Last time, he woke Lindsay up with his meowing. This time, he stared at me as if saying;

"She's up, when do YOU plan on getting up?"

I could hear the shower running as I headed for the bathroom.

Lindsay was actually singing in the shower as I walked in;

"..'cause I'm a voodoo child, lord knows I'm a voooodoooo child."

"Sounds good Linds." I said

She poked her head out from behind the shower curtain.

"Hey, morning honey." She said, her long hair wet and slippery. "Could you hand me a razor?"

I reached for a new one and handed it in, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

She was laughing at my surprise.

"I need you more!" she said, still laughing.

We kissed each other deeply as the hot water splashed over us. She was a mix of soap and water, and slippery to the touch. But I didn't care. I loved caressing and squeezing her tits. My dick was already growing as I felt her. She knew it and smiled, knowing what she was doing to me. We looked deeply into one another's eyes as we embraced.

"Oh, I think you're ready for action." She said.

My hand boldly went for her pussy and it was wet to the touch.

"So are you." I said with a smile.

Lindsay smiled as well, then knelt down and took my dick into her mouth again.

Her mouth and tongue swirled around my dick as she slowly slid up and down its length over and over.

Then stood up and ran her hands down my chest, now slick with soapy water. 

She turned around and leaned over showing her beautiful ass to me.

"I think you know what to do." She said with a smile.

I came up behind her and my dick slid easily into her pussy.

"Uhhhhh! Oh yeah! That's it!" she said breathlessly.

"Oh, man! You feel great!" I said impulsively.

The water made smacking sounds as my hips slapped her ass.

"Oh, god! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!" she cried out in that raspy voice.

I could feel yet another explosion coming.

"Oh yeah baby! I'm gonna come baby!" I said quickly.

"Come on my boobs!" she said quickly.

I pulled out and she got on her knees again and grabbed my dick as it gushed onto her tits. She took it into her mouth and I could tell she swallowed a lot. She looked up at me and opened her mouth showing her tongue and letting my come drool out.

We both laughed at how much I'd exploded onto her.

She stood up now, and taking some soap, gently lathered up my body.

It was the perfect way to bring myself down from the "quickie" we'd just had.

"Now you do me." She said.

I lathered up and gently washed her now. My hands went slowly over her tits and through her pussy. She breathed in at this feeling. 

"Oh, yes...that feels good." She said softly.

We rinsed off and dried one another. We almost seemed like a real couple as we jockeyed for position at the mirror, me trying to shave, Lindsay combing her hair and brushing her teeth. It was almost comical.

Downstairs, we plunked ourselves down on the couch and flipped through the TV channels while munching on bagels and coffee. Lindsay was wearing another old t-shirt of mine with no underwear and was truly enamored with Smokie.

Like I said, it was like we were a real couple.

"I think I could get used to this." She said with a giggle.

Lindsay's phone rang and she went into the kitchen to take the call.

She came back in a few minutes later, looking somewhat disappointed.

"I gotta get going, honey." She said softly.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Oh, I've got a meeting with NBC, they want to talk to me about a series." She said, with a sigh.

"Well, that's good right?" I said.

"Yeah, I suppose." She said looking down at the floor.

I stood up and held her, she sniffled somewhat again. 

"Every time I come here, I never get to really stay. I always have to run off. It's not fair to you." She said looking up at me.

"Well, I understand. You've got your life to live. We'll meet up again, Lindsay. I know we will." I reassured her.

"OK." She sighed. "I'll be OK." She said with a determined look.

She gathered up her things, then said;

"Do me one last favor." She said.

"OK, what?" I replied.

She pulled my shirt over her head, handing it back to me and now stood naked in front of me.

"Kiss my tits." She said smiling.

"OK." And I gave each a loving hold and kiss on each nipple.

"Now kiss my pussy." She said

I knelt down and kissed that beautiful shaved love nest of hers, eliciting a gasp and sigh from Lindsay. I stood up again.

Lindsay knelt down and kissed my dick, then stood up.

"That's a nice goodbye." She said with a giggle.

We went outside and kissed at her Mercedes. 

"Bye baby. I'll call YOU next time." She said smiling.

She then put on her famous dark aviator glasses, and gave me a smile as we embraced.

The big Mercedes slowly pulled away and headed up the street.

I stood there for a moment, letting the morning silence take over.

And I smiled.

"The adventures continue." I said to myself.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 12



There are some events that people plan for all year. That one day of the year when they long for no distractions of any kind from jobs or phones or nagging family members. For some, it's the Super Bowl, the World Series, Academy Awards, the NCAA Basketball Championship or the Army-Navy football game. For me, it's a tossup between the Daytona 500 auto race and a Red Sox-Yankees game. But for Chris, it was the Consumer Electronics Expo in Las Vegas. It was his once a year chance to check out the latest in camera gear, girls, contacts, girls, electronics, did I mention the girls? 

Anyway, this year would be different as I'd be going with him. Even better was this trip would be on our terms. We had no assignment, we weren't there with Tigress. I saw it as a chance to make up for our last time there. And we were all fired up for it. And instead of fighting the airlines, we chose to hit the road in Chris' Porsche 911 Carrera convertible.

Fired up by coffee and expectations, we hit the highway in the wee hours of the morning as the rest of LA was still asleep. Somewhere around the Nevada border, with the sun on the rise, the highway to ourselves, and Elvis on the sound system, Chris turned to me and said;

"Hollywood, should we unleash the power of German engineering?" he said in a very pompous voice

"Yes, we shouldn't let such a fine piece of machinery linger in the regions of-" I paused looking at the speedometer, "how fast are we going?" I asked.

"Uh, 75." He replied

"Right, we shouldn't let such a fine piece of machinery linger in the regions of 75mph." I said with equal pomposity.

"Got your protection?" Chris asked

"If you mean seatbelts, yes!" I said with a laugh

Chris laughed too.

"Release the hounds!" He yelled.

And the Porsche rocketed forward as we quickly entered the triple digit range on the speedometer.

"VIVA! VIVA! LAS VEGASSSSSS!!!" we screamed in tune with Elvis as the Porsche roared through the desert.

We arrived in Vegas, the lights on marquees were still twinkling when we arrived at the Palms hotel. The Expo was being held nearby. We were dazed at all the gear we saw, it was like a geek's Christmas morning. The home video area was pretty intriguing, there were lots of personal appearances going on throughout the show. And our eyes were, naturally, attracted to the Playboy area. Several Playmates were signing autographs and taking photos. I watched with envy as numerous guys went up onstage and had their 5 minutes of glory with Miss whatever month was up there.

"Hey! Check this out man! One of the Girls Next Door is coming up next!" Chris said with excitement.

"No way! Which one?"

"Oh, my! Bridget Marquardt." He said with a smile.

"Oh, yes! Miss Bridget." I said with an equal smile.

"We better get in line fast." Chris said looking at the crowd lining up to meet her.

It had been a while since my meeting with Bridget. I never did hear back from her about going to the mansion. But, I figured I'd already had my experience of a lifetime with her. The mansion would be a nice add-on, but I'd been with her one on one.

"Come on, Hollywood. We can't let this one get away from us." Chris said as he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the line.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally got near the stage and saw the beautiful Ms. Bridget.

She had on a lipstick red dress with little fringes along the hemline. Her tits were definitely there, and her blonde hair shimmered like it was augmented by light bulbs. She was signing copies of her calendar for 2009.

"Man, oh man what a beauty!" Chris said in awe.

"Mama Mia.." I said to myself.

Remember, the last time I saw her was in the midst of a monsoon, anything would've been an improvement. This really must've been a big occasion for Chris. It was the first time I'd ever seen him fumbling with a camera as if he'd never seen one before. He handed it to me;

"You take the shot." He said nervously.

He gingerly stepped up on the stage to meet her and tried flirting with her as she smiled and elegantly signed her name with a flourish on the calendar. Then he turned to me and motioned to take the photo, fast.

I quickly snapped a series of shots, then Chris dashed over and we switched places as I had my encounter with her. She had a beaming smile as I walked up.

"Hi, Bridget, great to see you here." I said.

"Hi there!" she said with a smile "What's your name, baby?"

"Uh, Jim." I paused then got up my nerve and said;

"So... did you get that wheel replaced on your Porsche?"

She looked up at me with a stunned expression, then placed her hand over her mouth slightly and a sly smile came over her.

"Oh, my god! What are you doing here?" she said trying not to let anyone else know.

"The other guy is my business partner. We've got a photo business in LA." I said pointing to Chris.

Bridget tried to be discreet as she smiled widely and signed my calendar. Then paused and wrote something else on it.

"Let's get a picture honey!" she said as if nothing else had just happened.

Chris immediately stepped up and rolled off several shots of us.

I could feel Bridget's hand on my ass, she then whispered in my ear;

"Call me later, my numbers on the calendar."

"Ok, I will." I replied through a clenched smile.

"Thanks for coming baby!" she said cheerfully as we walked away and she moved on to the next person.

"So what was that all about?" Chris asked suspiciously.

"Well, let's just say we've met before." I replied.

"Oh, really?" He said. "Should I ask for details or is this one for the vault?"

"It's for the vault. Maybe I'll tell you when you're old enough." I said with a chuckle.

Two hours later, I worked up the nerve to call the number she gave me. It went to voice mail, so I guess that was encouraging. Chris had already sweet-talked a pretty blonde from the show and we were having drinks at the pool when my phone rang not long after I called.

"Hey baby! Where are you?" Bridget said with excitement

"I'm down at the Glass Bar. Where are you?"

"Oh, great, I'm in one of the cabanas. Come on over!" she said in a giddy voice.

"OK if I bring my partner?" I asked.

"Sure!" she replied.

"I'm on my way." I snapped my phone shut. "Hey, pal! I got somebody you'll want to meet." I said to Chris.

"Can it wait? I'm a little busy here." He said not looking at me, but at his new companion.

"OK, I'll call you later." I smiled as I walked away, oh if he only knew!

The cabanas were set up alongside the pool and were tan with white pointed roofs. I could see inside they were cute and cozy with their own TV's, mini-bars, etc. I didn't ask which one she was in, I figured I'd know it when I saw it. I was right!

I passed by Cabana 24 and heard a voice say;

"Hey 'Hollywood'!" 

Out of Cabana 24 came Bridget, wearing a bubblegum pink bikini.

"'Allo! 'Allo! 'Allo!" I said in my best cockney accent as I turned around and saw her.

"Hey Jim!" she bounded up and hugged me. Wow did she feel nice! She had that million dollar smile, as usual. Her tits still looked yummy.

She wrapped an arm around me and led me to her cabana. 

"So, how's my favorite knight in shining armor?" she said with a giggle.

"About as good as my favorite rainy day breakfast cook." I said, recalling the memorable breakfast she made me.

"I can't believe you remembered that!" she laughed as she took my arm in hers. "So what are you doing here? I didn't know you had a business."

"It's my buddy Chris'. This is like his version of the Super Bowl. And I just couldn't turn down a trip to Vegas."

"Neither could I." she said.

Her cabana was fully stocked with all kinds of goodies, but she was the best one. She got me a glass of champagne and we toasted our reunion.

"So, how are things at the mansion?" I asked.

"Oh, my god! It's crazy there now. Holly's moved out, you know."

"I knew that." I replied.

"And Kendra's talking about leaving too." She continued.

"So you're the last Playmate standing?" I said.

"Looks that way." She said with a sigh.

There was an uncomfortable pause between us.

"How's the car?" I asked.

"Oh! It's gone. They had to do so much work on it, I decided to just get another one. I'll have to show it to you! It's so cool!" She said with excitement.

"Same model?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. But this one's bright white." She said with a big smile.

"You didn't get it in pink?" I said gesturing toward her bikini.

She giggled.

"No! No! No! Not in pink!" she laughed.

She smiled, then leaned in a little and kissed me on the cheek.

"It's so good to see you again, Jim. I never realized how much I missed you." She said with an affectionate smile.

"Well, I missed you too. I figured we'd see one another again somehow." I replied.

She put her glass down and stood up.

"OK, let's hit the pool. It looks so neat." She said.

The Vegas sun was blazing as we walked into the pool. Bridget's bikini sure drew lots of looks from everyone, including several guys who probably wondered who the dorky looking guy with her was.

Bridget had the poolside waiters bring us some bottled water. And she swam over to one of the corners of the pool, I followed her. I stretched my arms out against the poolside and Bridget wrapped herself around my left side and we let the water cool us off as we people-watched and got caught up. I never really got to talk to her much the first time we met, and the mansion trip never happened, so there was a lot to talk about. All the while, I could feel her hand roaming around my body, slowly caressing my chest and my hips. When it got down to my waist line, then lower still. I started to get nervous. She had this smile on her face that said volumes about what was on her mind. I moved in a little closer to her and moved my hands into the water and held her a little closer. I then leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, she leaned up and kissed my cheek. I could hear her breathing get a little more rapid. My hands slowly moved down and touched her ass slightly. She inhaled and I saw her tits rise up slightly. Her smile was a mixture of happiness and naughtiness. I boldly moved my hand under her bikini bottom and felt the real thing. She worked her hands inside my suit and did the same with my rapidly growing dick.

"Baby, look here." She whispered.

I turned to look at her and she knelt down a little in the pool water and pulled her top down a little so I could see her tits exposed underwater.

"Oh, my." I said with a smile.

"Let's go up to my bungalow." She said pointing to the complex of bungalows the Palms provided.

"OK." I said.

We made our way out of the pool and I hoped my "excitement" couldn't be seen by the hundreds around the pool. I guess they were watching Bridget more than me. At least I hoped they were. Bridget stopped at her cabana and grabbed her beach bag and led me by the hand to her bungalow. She was smiling at me as we tried to be casual. As we got in I saw that the shades had already been drawn to keep it dim and cool. 

As soon as she closed the door and locked it, she immediately yanked down her bottoms and pulled off her top. I dropped my swimsuit and let my dick spring upward. We jumped onto the sectional couch and our hands were all over each other. I had to get at her tits again. I licked and sucked on them and she was moaning and saying "Yes!" over and over.

"Oh baby! I want that dick!" she said happily.

I stood up and she marveled at it while gently caressing and kissing it.

"Mmmm, just like I remember!" she said with a cute giggle before taking it into her hot mouth. I could feel her tongue licking it, especially around the head. I felt my head tilt back as a wonderful feeling came over me. Her hands were slowly caressing my dick and the area around my waist. 

"My turn." I said to her.

I wanted to last as long as possible with her.

She came off my dick and looked up at me. I held her head in my hands as she smiled broadly at me. The she scooted up the couch and opened her legs wide, showing me her perfectly smooth pussy. She rubbed it a bit.

"Just getting ready for you baby." She said softly.

I knelt down and watched her hand close up as it worked its magic before it was replaced by my tongue. Immediately she let out a long, slow moan;

"Ooooooo......that's ittttt." She sighed.

My tongue was deep inside her pussy now, she tasted wonderful. I gently inserted a finger and did both at the same time, making her moan even more. Her cries started to get louder.

"Yes! Oh god yes!" she cried out.

"You like that, huh?" I said in between licks.

"Yes!" she yelled.

"Like your pussy getting licked?" I said with an edgy voice.

"Yes! Do it!" she cried out.

I couldn't believe I was saying stuff like that, it was so out of character for me, but hey, in the heat of the moment..

"Want me to fuck your pussy?" I said with edge.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed.

"Alright!" I yelled.

I sat up and climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her pussy juices, then I licked her nipples. I sat up fully and she opened her legs further and used her fingers to open up her pussy, letting me inside her love nest. Oh, man did she feel good. Her pussy just wrapped itself around my dick and her eyes fluttered slightly as it went in. Then she smiled at me as I slowly began fucking her. My dick just slid in and out of her and she was moaning throughout;

"Oh baby, that's it!" she gasped.

I went from fast to slow with her, but I found that slow was best. It made me feel closer to her and we kissed one another throughout and I licked her nipples as best I could given the angle. It all felt so good!

"Baby, do me doggie style." She said with a giggle.

I pulled out from her and she slowly turned herself around and bent over.

I could see her beautiful pink pussy looking back at me and Bridget looking over her shoulder with that classic smile that could make me do anything.

Next thing I knew, my dick was ramming her from behind, my balls slapping against her ass, and she was screaming;

"OH GOD! YES!! FUCK ME BABY!!"

I did her with a steady pace that kept up her steady stream of moans and sighs.

I got even bolder and slapped my hand on her ass.

"Oh!" She gasped before giggling.

I did it again, with the same reaction.

I would've kept it up, but I can only multi-task so long.

I slowly pulled out of her.

"Turn over, Bridget." I said.

She lay on her back like before and I slipped back into her pussy again.

"Oh...yes baby." She said softly.

I resumed my fast/slow pace with her and she was moaning the whole time, it was so sexy doing her like this. I could see her tits heaving upward with each thrust of mine. And she was smiling the whole time, 

"I love this!" she said happily.

I could feel my explosion building inside. 

"I'm gonna come Bridget!" I said excitedly.

"Oh yeah! Do it! Fuck me baby!" she yelled

And I let out a growl as I came inside her, she was gasping as I exploded.

"Yeeessssssss!!!" she screamed.

And I collapsed onto her.

"Oh, wow! That was awesome!" she said, clearly out of breath.

I rolled off her and was sprawled across the sectional. Bridget propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me, smiling.

"Thanks, 'Hollywood'." She said with a giggle.

I chuckled at her. 

Sometimes, a nickname like that has its advantages. 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 13



Bridget Marquardt and I slowly regained our strength. The cool air of the bungalow made it easier. I rolled over and looked at her lying there, naked as I was.

"I forgot how good that felt." She said with a smile as she looked at me.

"Me too." I replied.

Bridget sat up and stretched her arms out, her tits still looked so inviting. But my dick needed time to recharge.

"So what are you guys doing tonight?" she asked.

"Uh, I don't know, I'm pretty much letting Chris plan everything. This is as close to a vacation as we've gotten." I said.

"Well, I'm going to the Playboy Club tonight, you should come too."

"Wow, that would be incredible!" I said with excitement.

"Cool! I'll call you later on and we can go together." She said smiling.

Just then, there was a knock on her door.

She got up and looked in the peephole, then opened the door slightly.

"Hi, come on in." she said

I tried grabbing for my clothes, but Bridget reassured me;

"It's OK, it's only Laura. She's cool with everything."

A raven haired beauty walked in wearing a black bikini that matched her hair. She had gorgeous tits, not as big as Bridget's but nice nonetheless.

I was still feeling very self-conscious.

"Don't be nervous, honey." Bridget said. 

"Hi, I'm Laura Croft." She said in a low breathy voice .

"Uh, yes, uh I'm Jim." I nervously said.

"We were a little busy." Bridget giggled, still naked.

"Looks like it!" Laura said the same way.

"Laura's a Playmate, Jim." Bridget said.

"July 2008." Laura added.

"Oh, I see!" I said

"I see too." Laura quickly responded looking at my dick.

Bridget and Laura both laughed at my current state, it was embarrassing, but also intriguing. Bridget sat down beside me and held me close as we all laughed at the great double entendre Laura had said.

"Jim's a lot of fun, aren't you baby?" Bridget said looking at me.

"Well, uh, I'm not gonna disagree with someone as pretty as you. Or you, Miss Croft." I responded nervously.

"I'll have to find out sometime." Laura said.

Bridget giggled some more.

"You will." She said.

"I've gotta get ready, nice meeting you Jim." Laura said as she went into the next room.

Bridget had a mischievous smile as Laura went into the next room.

"I've got an idea." She said as she went into the next room, still naked.

She emerged a minute later and beckoned me in with her finger. I had my clothes in hand but she told me to leave it there.

I could hear water running in the bathroom, it seemed Laura was showering.

"Hey Laura.." Bridget said.

"Yes?"

"Look out here." Bridget said.

Laura stuck her head out from behind the curtain, and could see us naked together.

"Laura, This is Jim... we just fucked." She giggled as she held me close to her with my dick in her hand.

My eyes were closed, I was so embarrassed.

Laura was looking straight at my dick, now growing in size.

"I'll bet! Looks nice!" she said. "We'll have to do something about that." She giggled.

Bridget took me back out, still laughing.

"So I'll call you in like an hour." She said before giving me a kiss goodbye.

"OK, I'll see you then." I said, still in shock and awe at what just happened.

An hour later, my room phone rang.

"Hey baby!" Bridget said excitedly.

"Well, hey you." I replied.

"Come up to my room and we'll go to the club from there. Bring your partner too." She said

"OK, I'm on my way."

Chris was excited to say the least. We were going somewhere truly legendary. I think he was more intimidated by the fact our guide would be Bridget. She looked so sexy in a vintage white mini-skirt, complete with go-go boots.

We were whisked up the elevator to the top and when the doors opened, I think we both gasped at what was before us. It was looked so sophisticated, icy blue lighting swirled around the ceilings. The lights of Las Vegas were spread out before us. It looked like a million little Christmas lights. Framed Playboy covers were on the walls, a giant painting of Hef over the bar area. Lots of gambling was going on. Everyone cheered at Bridget's sudden appearance. She had security people escort us to a private dining area where our own waiter took drink and food orders as we sat down. Chris and I both looked at each other, amazed at where we were. 

Our time there was a blur of drinks, laughter and occasional trips to the blackjack table, where gorgeous bunny girls dealt a few winning hands to us. Bridget stayed close to me the entire time, holding my arm and giving me occasional kisses for luck. She looked so stunning. 

As if the night couldn't get any better, Laura Croft showed up and the whole cycle started again as the drinks and laughs flowed freely. Whereas Bridget's voice had an unending perkiness to it, Laura's had a sultry feel to it. I'm not sure who I had more of an attraction to, Bridget or Laura. While Bridget looked hot in her miniskirt combo, Laura had on black leather pants and a white spangled tank top that glittered under the club lights.

Meanwhile, Chris had turned his attentions to a pretty model he met at the bar, then he pulled me aside;

"Hey, what are your plans?" he asked.

"Plans, in this place? I'm still trying to get over the fact I'm here!" I said.

"OK, that's what I thought you'd say. I think I'm gonna stick around with her and see what happens." He said pointing to the girl he'd met.

"Go for it, pal!" I said encouragingly.

"Hey, I think you better got for it too." He replied looking over at Bridget and Laura.

I smiled, I could tell he was envious, but glad things were working out so well for me.

"OK, thanks man. Call me if you need me." I said.

"Go for it 'Hollywood'." He said smiling and tapping his fist with mine. 

And then he disappeared into the crowd with his latest find.

"Hey 'Hollywood'!" I heard Laura call.

Bridget was doubled over with laughter.

"Oh, so you told her my secret, huh?" I said.

"Come here you!" Bridget said laughing.

I was in between these two beauties as we laughed and drank some more. I forgot that Laura had an affection for Corona beer, just like me. So we were knocking bottles back right and left. 

I excused myself to head for the bathroom. When I stood up from the table, I felt wobbly due to the beer. 

After "unloading my tank", as it were, I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Wow, this is really happening." I said to myself. "I'm really here."

As I walked out I didn't get far, Laura was outside the door in a dim corner of the hallway. She stood by a bank of vintage phone booths. She looked at me with a come hither look on her face and a beckoning finger.

I walked over and she immediately pulled me close to her.

"Bridget told me all about you..." she said in that sultry voice as her hands wandered my chest and down to my crotch.

"She did?" I said, stunned at how quickly things happened

"Uh-huh...and I want to see what you're all about." she said in my ear.

Laura's hand went for the zipper on my pants and I could feel it slide down and her hand go inside as her eyes were fixed on mine.

"Uh, Ms. Croft..." I stammered

"Laura." She corrected. 

"Laura, uh, I don't think we should be doing this..." I continued.

"Alone?" she said with a sexy smile.

"Uh, well..." suddenly realizing what she was implying, then jolting back to reality, as it were. "Uh, no! Uh, here." I finally said.

"You're right." She said.

And she immediately pulled me through the door into the ladies room.

"Wait a minute!" I said, still trying to make sense of what was happening. I looked around and prayed there was no one else here.

Laura pushed me into a stall and quickly got at my belt and zipper. I was too stunned to react accordingly. My hands didn't go anywhere, I probably should've tried to restrain her but she moved too fast for me. My dick was already out and she was holding it lovingly.

"Oh, yes, she was right." Laura said with a smile.

But strangely, she made no move towards doing anything. She held and caressed it. Like she just wanted to "check out the merchandise" as it were.

Whatever her intentions, I was getting more excited the longer she held me and the longer we were here.

Laura giggled at what she'd started.

"I like what I'm seeing." She said in that sultry voice.

"I..I..I like what I'm seeing too." I stammered as I looked at her tits.

"Well, go ahead, do what you want." She said in that sultry voice of hers.

I gingerly placed my hands on them and she breathed in slightly, then leaned in and kissed her. Her lips felt so soft, and her tongue slowly met mine. My hands went to her leather covered ass and gave it a smack. She giggled at the feel of it. I was just about to lift her shirt up when our rendezvous was suddenly interrupted by someone coming in. We froze where we were, trying not to laugh at our predicament, or let our presence be discovered. And I was hoping no one would notice four feet in one stall.

Once the person left, we nervously laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe we should do this somewhere else, we've got lots of time." Laura said.

"I agree." I replied.

'Lots of time?' I suddenly thought

Laura cautiously looked out the door and motioned for me to follow.

We went back to our table, Bridget had ordered another round of drinks and was chatting to some other people.

"Hey! Where'd you go?" she asked.

"Oh, well, uh..." I was at a loss for words.

"I was showing him one of the back rooms." Laura quickly replied.

She then leaned in and whispered something in Bridget's ear. Bridget gasped and covered her mouth, then looked at me. I was trying not to look embarrassed by all this. It's not every day you get pulled into a bathroom stall by a Playmate, with another one waiting for you outside. But it's still a weird feeling.

"You naughty boy!" Bridget said laughing and waving her finger at me sternly.

I was still in between Bridget and Laura at the table as another round of drinks arrived, Corona had been replaced by champagne. 

"Laura, did I ever tell you how I met Jim?" Bridget asked

"No, tell me." Laura replied.

Bridget started to tell her how I'd saved her on that rainy day. And under the table, I felt her hand move towards my crotch, then over my zipper, then pulling down my zipper and feeling around inside. I was understandably nervous, but also could tell she was ad-libbing certain details of the story;

"And then I reached into his pants..." she said as I felt my dick emerge from my pants.

"I felt his dick...it was so nice." She continued.

"Really, Bridget? What did it look like?" Laura asked, she was clearly in on the game she was playing with me.

"Well, it wasn't too big, wasn't too small. It was just right." Bridget said.

"Maybe I should check it out." Laura said as she replaced Bridget's hand and began stroking my dick under the table.

"Oh, you're right babe. It's just right." She said smiling at me.

I didn't know what to do at this point. People were passing by the table, and Bridget would say hello, or wave at them with her free hand. At one point, George Maloof, the owner of the Palms came by. Bridget introduced us and I tried to act normal as she and Laura jerked me under the table. 

"Great pleasure, Mr. Maloof." I said shaking his hand and trying to sound normal and not trying to stand up.

"Please, call me George." He replied.

"George, great to meet you. I've kinda got my hands full at the moment." I said sheepishly.

"Yes, I see. Have fun Jim." He said as he walked away.

This had gone on long enough.

"OK, that's it ladies!" I said firmly. "I think...I think...we need to take this somewhere else!"

They were both giggling like schoolgirls at my predicament as I tried to regain my composure.

"I think I know where we can go." Bridget said between laughs.

"I do too." Laura said.

And the three of us left the Playboy Club at the Palms. 

Where we were going now I did not know.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 14



I was trying not to look embarrassed as I followed Bridget and Laura out of the Palms Playboy Club. They were giggling the entire time at what they'd done to me under the table there. Bridget took us to the private elevator reserved for VIP's and we started down. As soon as the doors closed they were all over me again, rubbing my pants and giggling. I had this vision of security cameras somehow catching all this. Sure it was nice and all, but hey, even "Hollywood Jim" has some sense of discretion.

"So where are we going?" I asked hesitantly as these 2 Playboy girls were flirting with me.

"Back to my room." Bridget said "we can have some fun there, right Laura?"

"Uh-huh." She replied.

"Somehow that's what I thought we'd be doing...going to your room, I mean." I said, still unsure what was going on.

Bridget and Laura had me arm in arm as we walked down the hallway to her suite. They were both smiling.

Bridget slid the keycard in and the door unlocked.

"Ready, baby?" she asked with that "Bridget smile".

"I sure hope so!" I said.

"Good." She replied

She opened the door to a luxurious Palms Studio Suite, perfect for a Playboy girl. Make that 2 Playboy girls. It had a high tech look to it. Clean, efficient surfaces throughout, plasma TV on the wall, a sectional couch next to a king size bed. The window looked out onto the Vegas strip. Bridget and Laura dropped their little purses on a side table. Bridget went to the bar area and got 3 more beers. Laura stayed close to me, her arm wrapped around mine, like she didn't want me to get away from her. Bridget brought back the beers, we each took a long sip of ours. Then Bridget leaned in and kissed me, Laura did the same and we were all kissing one another. My hands went for Bridget's tits. Laura went for my jeans, unbuckling them and then pulling them down, exposing my dick.

"Oh yeah! You were right Bridget!" she said as she got a good look at my now erect dick. 

Bridget and I were kissing deeply and her tits felt so good.

"Go ahead and suck him, Laura, he's sooo good!" she said with a smile.

Laura Croft immediately started caressing and jerking my dick. Then slid it into her mouth. 

Laura looked so hot blowing me, and Bridget was kissing my neck while my hands felt her ass. I reached under her mini skirt and tried to get at her panties.

"Why don't we all get more comfortable." Bridget said.

Laura released my dick and stood up, I pulled her to me and kissed her. She had immensely hot lips and we stood kissing for several seconds.

"Hey! No fair!" Bridget said with a giggle. "I want him too!"

We all laughed and Laura took my hand to the bed.

"Let's see, how should we do this, Jim?" Bridget thought out loud.

"You're asking me?" I said as Laura held my dick in her hands and caressed it.

"I think we should all just take our clothes off and look at each other." Laura said in that sultry voice of hers. "I want to see what this one looks like." She said looking into my eyes.

"Oh, good idea." Bridget said. "Jim, you start."

"Me?" I said incredulously.

"Yes, you!" they both said.

Here I was, being asked to get naked by 2 Playboy girls, one a Playmate, and the other a "Girl Next Door". 

"Well, I guess I'm outvoted here." And I disrobed, to their eager eyes.

When I stood before them naked they were both smiling lustfully.

"Now you get naked Laura." I said.

"Thought you'd never ask." She said, and she pulled off her glittered top, revealing her round C cup tits with tiny nipples. Then she unsnapped her leather pants and slid them down, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy. She did a few poses showing off her body.

"Come here." I said to her.

She came over and held me close again, we kissed and my hands felt her ultra-smooth, toned body. Her ass had a perfect curve to it, she moaned slightly as I touched her.

"Your turn Bridget." I said as Laura's head was on my shoulder.

Bridget unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her go-go boots. Her huge tits looked yummy as did her ultra smooth pussy.

She came over to me and we all kissed one another again, my hands were on their tight asses, their hands on my hard dick. I turned to Bridget and my hands were on her gorgeous tits, my dick was like steel rubbing up against her pussy. Laura was caressing my back and my ass.

"Nice ass baby." She said with a laugh.

"Isn't he fine?" Bridget said with a giggle.

"Uh-huh." She replied.

"This is fine too." Bridget said as she held my dick.

"Lay on the bed baby." She directed

I did as I was told, and Bridget's mouth immediately went for my dick. Laura was close by and the two went back and forth sucking on my dick. It was heaven seeing these 2 girls I'd only seen in magazines trading licks and sucks with one another. Both were smiling at the pleasure they knew they were giving me. I was still trying to tell myself this was really happening, I was in a Las Vegas hotel suite, and 2 Playboy girls were devoting all their attentions to me. 

I was for the time being, the luckiest man in the world.

"How does that feel 'Mr. Hollywood'?" Bridget said with a giggle, Laura laughed too.

And I had a goofy nickname as my calling card.

"Oh...I can't find the words." I said. I wasn't lying.

Bridget and Laura continued their lip service on me.

"Hey you..." I said to Bridget. "Come up here."

Bridget moved off my dick and sensuously kissed me. I caressed her tits that were so close to me. 

"It's my turn." I said softly. "Swing your leg over me, baby."

Bridget swung her legs over my face and lowered her hot pussy to my lips. My tongue worked its way into her, and she moaned with pleasure. Laura was still licking and sucking my dick, but I could see she was interested in what I was doing. Bridget was moaning louder now, and her pussy tasted ever so sweet.

I felt Laura come off my dick and say;

"My turn, I want some." in that sultry voice of hers.

Laura crawled up to where Bridget and I were. Bridget smiled and they kissed one another. Bridget slowly removed herself from my mouth and Laura took her place. Laura tasted even better, her pussy was already wet and my tongue got her reacting the same way Bridget did. Laura was more vocal though.

"Oh yes...oh god...oh that's sooo good." She said.

Bridget was lying next to me, propped up on her elbow, watching all this and smiling. She leaned in and kissed my forehead as I licked the lovely Laura.

"Oh my god this is so great!" she said.

"I told you!" Bridget giggled.

Laura began breathing heavily, words were not coming out, then her hips thrust forward and she let out a long, slow "Ohhhhhhhhyyyyessssss!" and I knew she'd climaxed. She and Bridget were giggling now uncontrollably. Laura was lying beside me, running her fingers through her jet black hair, looking totally spent. Her eyes were fixed on me. Bridget kissed me again and looked over at my dick, now pointing straight up. 

"Oh my god Laura, look at his dick!" she said with wonder.

Laura was laughing, she knew things were only gonna get wilder. And she had a look on her face that said she wanted more, but wondered if she had the energy. She knew I did!

"You do him first Bridge, I wanna watch." Said Laura.

"OK." Bridget said with anticipation.

I sat up and Bridget got on her back and spread her legs wide. I positioned myself at that gorgeous smooth pussy of hers and slid right in. Bridget didn't gasp or anything, she closed her eyes and her mouth let out a cry of pleasure. I slowly began to fuck her, she felt so hot as my dick went on and out of her. Bridget had a look of pure joy on her face, she was smiling and laughing as I fucked her. I could see Laura was enjoying it too, her hand was rubbing her pussy and she was talking softly, I couldn't tell what she was saying, but her lips were moving.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me Jim! Fuck me!" Bridget yelled out.

I could finally make out what Laura was saying;

"Yeah...fuck her...fuck her baby...fuck her..." she said as her hand rubbed and now fingered her pussy.

I slowed down with Bridget and she could tell what I wanted to do.

Laura moved into position with a look of uncertainty on her face. Bridget leaned over to her left and lay next to Laura as she watched my dick slide into her.

"You're gonna love this..." she whispered with confidence.

"Uh-huh" Laura responded.

Laura's pussy was just as wet as Bridget's but tighter. And Laura looked at me with lust in her eyes. I was feeling so good at this moment, now it was my eyes that were closed with little sound coming out. Bridget was rubbing herself the way Laura did but I could clearly hear her words of encouragement.

"Oh fuck her Jim! Fuck her good!" she said with pleasure.

"Oh god....oh my god...baby fuck meeee!" Laura cried out. "Oh god...oh god...do it baby...do it!" she yelled.

I was pounding into Laura now, she was screaming out. Bridget had taken a pillow and was sitting on it, rocking back and forth. Her tits heaving up and down as she pretended I was fucking her. Laura's tits were swaying back and forth with every stroke into her. I pulled out and motioned with my hand for her to turn over, she did and raised her ass up proudly, it looked so pretty. I re-entered her and fucked her doggie style. Oh, was she hot!

"Get up here." I said to Bridget.

She sat up and held herself close to me as I pounded Laura. Bridget and I kissed with our tongues flicking around one another.

"You like that, Bridget, huh?" I said with an edge in my voice.

"Oh yeah...fuck her ass baby!" she said with a breathy tone. 

"Oh my god! He feels wonderful!!!" Laura yelled out with joy.

"You like me fucking you Laura, huh? You like that baby?" I said with a menacing tone.

"Oh yes, you're fucking me so good!" she cried.

"Like watching your friend get fucked Bridget?" I said in the same way.

"Yeah, fuck her good!" she said with a laugh.

I pulled Laura up and kissed her neck, she was gasping with pleasure as I held her close and pounded into her. Bridget came up and held us all as she kissed me. 

We were merging as one right now.

And one of us was about to explode.

"I'm gonna come baby!" I said quickly. "I wanna come on your tits!"

I pulled out of Laura and she spun around and thrust her tits out. Bridget did the same and they watched me jerk my dick.

I exploded onto their tits as they screamed with pleasure.

"Oh wow!" Bridget said as my cum flew on her tits.

"Oh my god! All over me!" Laura said with a laugh.

I fell backwards onto the bed and the girls immediately curled up on ether side of me. I was trying to catch my breath. I'd just had every issue of Playboy visualized in front of me. The magazine had come to life.

And I was exhausted. 

Bridget and Laura were lying on my chest, and each had a beaming smile.

"See why he's 'Mr. Hollywood'" Bridget said with a giggle.

"Oh yeah...oh yeah." Laura replied, her eyes fluttering.

We were soon asleep in each other's arms.

I'm not sure what time it was, but I awoke with a need to "empty my tank" again. The booze we'd had was now getting its revenge on me and I felt hung over, but still wondered if the previous night really happened. I slowly pulled myself up and looked around. 

Yep, it had happened alright.

Bridget was naked and sound asleep. Laura the same but had turned over, her back to me. She felt my movement and turned to look at me, she smiled. I carefully raised myself off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Laura followed me.

As I stood over the toilet, she came up beside me.

"Let me give you a hand." She said with that sultry voice of hers.

She held my dick as I, well, you get the idea.

"You have a very kinky mind Ms. Croft." I said with a raspy voice that only a night of Coronas, sex and who knows what else will give you. 

"And you have a very nice dick." She smiled as my tank was emptied.

I finished and then turned to splash water on my face. Laura held me close from behind.

"Mmmm...that was sooo nice what we did. I really needed that. Bridget is such a sweetheart." She said.

"Yes, she is." I said as I turned around and we held one another. She felt so hot. I couldn't resist kissing her. She responded the same way.

"You are one cool guy, Jim." She said sweetly.

"Well, so are you." I said smiling.

We kissed again, my dick was responding to the feel of her warm, soft body. 

"Um, I have to..." Laura said.

"Oh, right." And I left the bathroom.

Bridget was slowly waking up.

"Hey, baby. Good morning." She said.

"Hey, good morning to you too." I said as I kissed her.

Laura came out of the bathroom and we all lay on the bed.

"Let's get some breakfast, what time is it?" Laura said.

"Um, like 9:30." I said as I put on my (replica) Rolex watch.

"Oh! I've gotta get going! I'm supposed to be at the Expo this morning." Laura quickly started to gather her clothes up and dress.

"I've got my other stuff in my room." Laura came over and lovingly kissed me. "I'll see you later on Bridget?"

"Right, I'll be there in the afternoon." She said.

Laura quietly walked out the door, leaving Bridget and me.

"So what are your plans?" she asked me as she lay on her stomach, her head in her hands, looking up at me.

"Not sure, let me see what Chris is doing." I reached over and found my phone.

Luckily his phone was on. He'd definitely hooked up with the girl he met at the club. He was feeling hung over too, so he planned to stay in his room for awhile, then sit by the pool. 

"OK, maybe I'll see you there later on." I said.

I heard a pause on his end.

"You're with Bridget aren't you?" He said.

"Uh, yes." I said hesitantly.

Another pause on his end.

"You lucky ol' dog you!" He said jealously.

"I'll call you later." I said as I hung up the phone.

"I guess we're on our own Bridge." I said to her.

"Cool!" she said with a smile. "Wanna go for a ride?" she asked.

"Where?" I replied.

"Breakfast." She said.

"OK."

We got showered (separately) and dressed (separately), Bridget put on a Playboy sweatsuit combo and grabbed her bag.

"Follow me!" she said.

We went downstairs to the lobby. She casually waved and signed autographs for those lucky enough to be down there. I just know they were all looking at me and still saying; "Who's the dorky guy with her?"

Bridget led me to a private entrance to the garage area. There was a vast collection of exotic cars parked there.

"Who owns these?" I asked with amazement.

"Different people, some belong to guests, some are stored here."

There were all manner of Mercedes', Cadillac's, BMW's, Bentley's, and Ferrari's parked there. All shapes, sizes, colors, and all different years too. It was like walking through a car museum as Bridget led me to her car.

"So this is the new wheels." I said as we arrived at her car, a white Porsche Cayman.

"Catch!" She said as she pitched the keys to me. 

I caught them one-handed.

"What's this?" I asked.

"We're going out for breakfast, I'm buying, you're driving." She said with that trademark "Bridget smile".

"Well, get Yer' motor running." I said, quoting the old "Born to Be Wild" song. 

I slid into the driver's seat, Bridget into the passenger's.

The Porsche roared to life and we were cruising the Vegas strip. 

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Feels like a Porsche!" I said with a smile.

"Pull onto the highway, you can see what it'll really do." She directed.

I pulled onto a main highway.

"Hit it!" she yelled.

And the Porsche leaped forward like a rocket.

"Whoa, baby!" I yelled.

Bridget screamed with pleasure.

We were quickly flying down the road at over 100mph. 

It was such a thrill, I was driving a white supercar, in Vegas, with a Playboy girl at my side. 

Life was good for "Hollywood Jim". 

And it was about to get even better.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 15



Bridget treated me to driving her Porsche and a scrumptious breakfast before driving me back to the Palms. She dropped me off as she had her appearance at the Expo that day. Immediately I was poolside just as the Vegas sun hit its peak. Chris was already out there with 2 bikini beauties when I showed up.

"Hey! There he is girls, the man I've been telling you about, my pal 'Mr. Hollywood'." Chris said with his usual bravado.

I was my usual embarrassed self in moments like this. 

"Why do they call you that anyway?" one asked.

"Oh, well, uh..." I started.

"Because he is that's why! Right, Hollywood?" Chris laughed.

"Right, you said it exactly." I replied.

We hung around flirting with the girls and drinking fruit juice and Coronas. They were definitely Playmate possibilities. One was from Atlanta, the other from Charlotte. Their accents made them even more desirable. 

"OK pal," I said. "You stick around here, I'm gonna check out the sights."

I got up and wandered the pool grounds in my RonJon suit and Hawaiian shirt, Corona in hand. I felt pretty cool, for once.

"Hey Hollywood!" said a familiar voice.

I stopped in my tracks, turned and saw Laura lying on a chaise lounge outside a cabana wearing the same black bikini she had on the first time we met.

"Well, well, well look who's here." I said.

She jumped off the lounger and hugged me.

"Oh, you look even better this way!" she said excitedly.

"So do you." I replied.

"Want a drink?" she offered.

"Uh, sure, I think I should balance out everything I drink here, the heat and all." I said.

"Oh, I love this weather. Get a nice tan and all. What do you think?" as she showed me her golden brown tan and shook her ass a little.

"Nice!" I said.

Laura gave me a chilled cranberry juice and we shared a lounger chair. She felt so nice as she cuddled close to me. She told me about her Playboy adventures, what it was like doing "Girls Next Door". Her voice was so sultry. 

"How long will you be here for?" I asked.

"Just for the weekend, then I'm back on the road, you?" She said.

"The same, Chris has some projects lined up on the east coast, another movie." I replied.

"Then we better use our time wisely." She said.

"I guess so." I said.

She smiled and we started kissing. The sunlight made our bodies that much hotter. My hands were on her ass, then inside her bikini bottom. My dick was growing and Laura could tell.

"Let's go in the bungalow." Laura said, trying not to laugh at the feeling of it against her.

"Oh, back where it all began, huh?" I said.

She laughed.

We casually walked up to the bungalow, hand in hand. Laura unlocked the door and we stepped into the cool room, the shades were drawn. 

And our clothes were off.

Laura immediately started stripping and I dropped my swimsuit down and we fell onto the couch Bridget and I shared the day before. Her lips felt so hot as we kissed. I loved feeling her tits, her head fell backwards as she enjoyed my touch on her body. I went for her nipples and eagerly sucked on them. 

"Oh baby...stand up...I want that dick of yours." She said breathlessly.

I stood and she wrapped her mouth and tongue on my dick.

"Oh baby..." she said looking up at me. "This is so cool."

"My words exactly..." I said.

Laura took all of my dick into her mouth, then used her tongue for extra pleasure. She did this for awhile then stood up.

"Let's cool off in the shower, baby." She said with a sweet smile.

She softly took my hand and we walked to the bathroom. It was relatively large with a walk-in shower that had clear plastic walls and seemed large enough for 5 people.

I was so turned on, this was where Bridget had surprised Laura with our presence and Laura had said she'd "have to do something" about the way I looked. Now she was!

Laura got the water going and we stepped in. Laura let the water run all over her body. Then slowly let it cascade through her brunette hair before turning to me and smiling.

"Hi, baby." She said with a beaming smile.

"Hey, gorgeous." I said.

We kissed as the water splashed around us, she was caressing my dick all the time. She playfully slapped it around in her hands, it seemed to get bigger the more she did this. I could tell she was really excited to see me again. This time one on one.

"Oh my god you're so hot!" she said breathlessly. "That dick looks sooo hot!"

My hands were all over her, I went straight for her pussy and it was soaking wet. I kissed her one last time.

"My turn." I said lustfully

As she opened her legs, I then went to my knees and began licking it. She was gasping and moaning now. I buried my tongue up her hot love nest and she was practically screaming now.

"OH GOD!! YES!! OH MY GOD DO IT DO IT!"

I felt her climax on my face, she tasted so sweet! I stood up and playfully stuck my tongue out and she did the same. Our tongues touched and she tasted her juices.

"Oh, that's so hot!" she said with a giggle. "Oh, my god that's sooo hot!"

Laura got some soap out and began lathering it in her hands, then started washing me.

"Let's clean you up, baby." She said.

She slowly ran the soap over my body, then over her own. She pulled me close to her and we rubbed ourselves together.

"Would you wash my ass, honey?" She said with a sexy tone.

Who am I to refuse?

I softly caressed that ass of her, it felt nice and slippery. I slowly slipped a finger into her asshole and felt around. And my dick was probing her ass in its own way.

"Oh! Not yet, baby." She said.

"Oh, I know. There's many other things to do isn't there?" I replied.

"Uh-huh." She said.

Laura turned around and we kissed again, her lips still felt so hot.

I gently pushed her against the shower wall.

"Oh, yes, like that!" She said excitedly.

I took my super-hard dick and found the entrance to her pussy and immediately inserted it, her eyes widened as I entered.

"OHHHHHYESSSSS!!!!" she said gasping.

Her pussy felt so warm as I entered, I wanted to just leave it there but it had other ideas. I slowly started fucking her. My hands went under her ass and I lifted her up, her legs wrapped around my thighs and her arms around my neck.

OH GOD!! THAT'S SOOOO FUCKIN' GOOOODDDD!!!!" she screamed out as her eyes rolled back. I was ramming into her now as best I could, I didn't want to somehow slip and lose her. I slowed down and she was somehow able to stand, she was still wobbly though.

"OH my god...that was wild..." her voice trailed off. She seemed limp, like a rag doll. I held her close and softy kissed her lips and caressed her body. Her tits felt great against my chest and I couldn't help but feel them too. Her breathing was still rapid, like she just wanted to recharge herself.

"Oh Jim...oh my...you're incredible..." she said, still gasping as she looked me in the eyes. She reached down for my dick.

"Oh wow...you're still ready to go..." she said, we both laughed. "So...am I." she said.

Laura turned around and bent over holding onto a towel rack.

"Come on...do it." She said.

I crouched down and kissed that lovely ass of hers, she giggled in response.

"If you love something you're supposed to kiss it..." I said with a laugh of my own. Then I stood behind her and slowly inserted my dick into her.

"And then...you're supposed to fuck it." I said as I began thrusting into her from behind.

"HUH-YEAH! OH MY GOD JIM! OH GOD! YES! THAT'S IT!" she yelled out.

As I was pounding her, water was splashing off her ass as I smacked into it. 

"YEAH BABY! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! FUCK MY ASSSSS!!!" She screamed.

I reached in front of her and tried to hold those tits of hers as I fucked her. 

"OH YEAH! GRAB MY BOOBS HONEY!" she yelled.

"I love your tits Laura! I love them!" I said breathlessly.

I was really into her, she was so sexy, so hot! I hadn't felt like this with anybody else. 

This was one hot babe!

And she was mine!

Just then I could hear the door opening to the bungalow and someone walking in. I stopped suddenly, Laura could hear something too.

"Oh...it's just Bridget...come on...keep fucking me..." she said.

It might be easy for her to say that, but I was still a little paranoid. So I tried to forget my paranoia and concentrate on the ass in front of me. I tried to regain my pace.

"Oh wow!" I heard from the hallway.

It was Bridget alright. She was still dressed from the show.

"Hey...look who...I found!" Laura said with a laugh.

"Hi...Bridget." Was all I could say, I'd gotten "my groove" back.

"Look at you two! Oh...my...god." Bridget was at a loss for words, but not for smiles or laughs.

"He's...sooo hot!" Laura said as I pounded her. "Oh...slow down honey."

I did, and then pulled out of her.

"Wow! Look at you!" Bridget said looking at my dick. 

"Isn't he hot?" Laura said as she held me close and caressed my dick.

I wasn't sure if I should feel proud or embarrassed.

Laura and Bridget were just giggling at all this.

"Well, you two have fun, I'll call you later Jim." And Bridget walked out.

"Now where were we, baby?" Laura said.

"I think we were here." I said as we kissed again, the water cascading over our bodies.

She got some soap we washed one another some more. Her tits felt so nice all soaped up. She was smiling the whole time.

"Mmmm...this is nice." She said. "You like my boobs?"

"Oh, you bet!" I said with enthusiasm. "You like my dick?"

"Oh yeah baby!" she said with a laugh.

We were so slippery like this, when we kissed it was so much fun, we were just having so much fun this way. Her body looked so stunning. And she was so enthralled by me and everything I did was really turning her on. 

She was looking down at my dick, and she was lovingly caressing every bit of it.

"Baby, I want that dick again...come on...let's fuck some more." She said lustfully.

She got down on the floor of the shower and opened her legs wide. I got on top of her, my dick slid so easily into her again and I pounded her for all it was worth.

"YEAH!! OH MY GOD BABY!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! OH GOD BABY!" She screamed out, I was ready to explode and I knew just how I wanted to explode.

"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come!" I yelled out.

"Oh baby come on my boobs! Come on my big boobs!"

I quickly pulled out, Laura sat up and I exploded onto those magnificent tits. It was like a thunderstorm exploding.

"Yeah baby! Yeah! Oh my god you're unreal! WOW!" she exclaimed.

She took my dick and licked off any remaining cum from it. Then stood and held me close as the water washed us clean.

"That was lovely." She said as she kissed me.

"Man...I'm spent." I said, exhausted.

"Let's dry off." She said with a smile as she grabbed two big towels and we dried off one another. 

"Laura..." I said calmly. "You're so beautiful...I love everything we've done, this whole experience has been like a dream for me."

"Oh, you're so sweet." She said as we kissed. "We'll do more next time."

"Next time?" I thought.

"For now though, I want you to feel good."

Then she led me to the main room where we stretched out naked on the big couches and fell asleep, wrapped up in one another's sexiness.

We slept for several hours, when I awoke, I could see it was dark outside. The pool area was quiet. I found my watch and it was after 9PM.

Laura sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.

"A little after 9." I said.

"Whoa, we really slept!" she said. "Come here sexy." She said.

I walked over and we kissed again.

"I have to meet Bridget at Ghostbar, you wanna come?" she said.

"I think have some energy leftover." I said with a sigh.

Laura laughed.

Bridget grabbed something to wear and we went back to my room so I could dress. An hour later, we were among the glitterati high atop Ghostbar. Bridget was with a few other Playmates, saw us coming and laughed. She could tell by the look on Laura's face we'd had quite a time. Drinks arrived and we were quickly laughing it up. Bridget leaned over and whispered;

"Did you two fuck?" she asked.

I looked at her, somewhat shocked, but her smile said it all.

So I got a little bold and whispered back;

"Yes, it was incredible." 

"Good! You deserve it baby!" she said.

The rest of the night was a blur. We drank Corona's all night, Laura and I did a few tequila shots which only heightened the blur. Somehow, I got back to my room and woke up naked with Laura beside me.

My head was throbbing as you'd expect.

I woke her as gently as I could.

"Mmmm...hey sexy." She said.

"Um...did we...?" I asked hesitantly. If we'd had sex again, I'd like to remember it!

"Oh no...I just liked being naked with you, so I thought we should sleep like this." She said with a smile. Then she slowly got up and stretched.

"I have to get going. I want to see you again soon." She said.

"Me too, maybe I'll remember more next time." I said.

Laura laughed and gave me a big, naked kiss.

"You take care of that, baby." And she patted my dick.

Laura dressed, then left. 

Chris and I met for breakfast. We were largely silent. Chris broke the ice;

"Does your head hurt?" he asked with a sly smile as he saw me rubbing my forehead, eyes closed.

"From the ankles up." I said wearily. "Everything above that I leave to science." Quoting an old line from "M*A*S*H."

We both chucked and held our heads as they throbbed in unison.

"Well, Hollywood, we did Vegas. Oh boy, did we do Vegas." Chris said.

"Feels like we did everybody IN Vegas." I said wearily.

"Well, you did anyway, right?" He said.

"Yeah, I had a good time, man." I smiled. 

"Thanks for the trip." I said as we clinked our juice glasses.

"Viva Las Vegas, my friend." Said Chris.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 16



The final location shooting days of "Sunshine Dreamer" would be for the night time scenes only. After that, it would be soundstages only. Each night, we'd ride over in the crew van, wide awake and ready for action. Then we'd be waiting around most of the night which made sleep all the more tempting, and hard to fight. So my body clock was really thrown off by the schedule. I felt like I was riding a school bus each night and fighting back sleep in a classroom. Blake had made surprise appearances at the local radio stations with a call for extras in the crowd scenes outside the Fillmore West and several other buildings. And several thousand people turned up, mostly guys looking for a glimpse of Ms. Lively. So this meant that seeing Blake alone would be next to impossible. Especially in the controlled chaos that is a film set. But I didn't mind, work was work, it's what we're paid for.

Blake's scenes mostly consisted of her walking outside the Fillmore, the City Lights bookstore and buildings in the Haight-Ashbury section of town. I couldn't hear her dialogue but her scenes ranged from giddy excitement to heated confrontations with other characters. Chris and I snapped our photos when we could. One crowd scene at the Fillmore was set in the midst of a 1969 New Years Eve show that featured Santana. John McDonald, our director, had really loosened up as filming went on. He gave us a lot more freedom for our work, and the results looked great. For the "New Years Eve" scenes, he let us roam freely in scenes meant to depict the craziness of the event, and ostensibly, of Blake doing her job. So in an odd way we were photographing her photographing the event. We blended in quite well.

At one point, I caught her eye in the crowd, and she smiled and blew me a kiss. Oh, was it sexy! For the Fillmore scenes, Blake was decked out in a green football jersey with the Fillmore logo on the front and vintage blue jeans that hugged her curves. Her character had apparently been promoted to house photographer and she now had the uniform to show for it.

The following evening was more of the same, wait around, and don't fall asleep. I was trying to keep myself awake with coffee. Then my phone chimed in saying I had a new text message from Chris;

"NEED U IN FMORE BLCNY ASAP"

This had been Chris' work space for his shots early on, he probably wanted to trade places with me. That was fine with me, the San Francisco chill was starting to hit me and I knew the morning would be worse. Mark Twain was right.

I went inside the Fillmore and some crew members were there setting up for interior scenes. I trotted up the stairs to the first balcony area, no sign of Chris. OK, second balcony then. I was in the upper reaches of the theatre. It was very quiet and dimly lit up there as you'd expect. I could see a figure sitting in one of the seats.

"Hey, I got your message." I said as I walked down the aisle

"I'm glad you did." The figure stood up and walked toward me.

It was Blake.

"Whoa, what are you doing up here?" I asked, stunned.

"Waiting for you, what else?" she replied as she took me in her arms and we kissed.

"How did you text me?" I asked.

"Chris has the same phone as me, I just said the battery was dying on mine and needed to text somebody." She said as we kissed again. "And that someone was you."

"Well, lucky me." I said kissing those soft lips of hers.

"We don't have much time." She said.

We went over to a corner of the balcony eagerly feeling one another. Blake unzipped my jeans and felt around for my rapidly hardening dick. She dropped to her knees and eagerly swallowed it. Her hot mouth enveloped me and her tongue was working its magic, again. She now concentrated on my balls, then slowly licked up the entire length of my dick before licking around the head, then letting it slide back into her mouth. 

"Wow!" was all I could think of at this moment.

"You like that?" she said with a smile.

"Unreal..." I said gasping at the speed all this was happening at.

I'd somehow gone from mild-mannered photographer to the target of lust by a Hollywood starlet, all in the blink of a camera shutter, or the flash of a zipper in this case. Blake continued working her magic on me, I wished it could be longer but an explosion was building within me. 

"Blake...oh god...oh god...HUH-YEAHHH!!!" and I exploded into her mouth.

She choked a little at first, then she jerked the rest out of me.

I hoped the maintenance crews didn't mind the stain on the carpet.

"That was nice." She said as she kissed me on the cheek. "I'll call you later on when we wrap, OK?"

"Absolutely." I replied.

Blake grabbed her water bottle and took a quick swig. Then we headed downstairs, by different exits just to avoid any suspicion.

I ran into Chris as I came down the stairs.

"Hey! Where've you been? I thought we were a team on this." He said mocking my tone when I confronted him earlier.

"Oh! Uh, I was checking out an angle for the next concert scenes." I quickly replied.

"Uh-huh." Chris replied.

I just knew he didn't buy it.

Then he turned around and saw Blake coming down the opposite stairway trying to look inconspicuous in a grey hoodie as she headed out the doors.

He whirled around, looked at me, then her, then at me again as I tried to look innocent.

Chris just stared at me, speechless.

"I bow down to you, oh great Hollywood." He said with an elegant bow in front of me.

I walked away with a smile on my face.

Oh yeah, I'm "Hollywood Jim" alright.

When John called it a wrap for the day (or night in this case), my phone immediately rang, it was Blake. 

"Hey baby!" she said excitedly. "I'll be right there, I'll pick you up!"

A few minutes later, I heard the rumble of her Mustang as it pulled up to the street corner. She hopped out of the drivers' side and hugged me.

"Come on! You drive! This car is so cool!" She was like a giddy schoolgirl.

I slid behind the wheel, and Blake climbed into the passenger seat. I felt like the king of the road, I had an awesome machine in my hands. And a beautiful lady at my side, who could ask for anything more?

Blake flashed me that smile her TV viewers knew so well.

I smiled back, hit the gas, and the Mustang roared away from the set and into the San Francisco sunrise.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 17



It was inevitable.

My excesses would catch up with me sooner or later and I'd have to see a Doctor.

I was a nervous wreck that morning, my performance just wasn't right.

"Aches and pains?" I was asked.

"Yep, got those." I answered.

"Unusual discharge?" was the next question.

"Yep, that too." I answered.

"Come right in." was the suggestion.

So I headed for the clinic down the road. It handled me and several others that day. I now place myself in the hands of the best in their business. I sit and wait, wondering what the others are here for.

"Wonder what he's got?" I thought looking at one.

"Things don't look right with her." I thought about another.

And then the specialist comes in, and calls my name.

I tremble as I raise my hand, and he comes over with a clipboard and sheets of paper.

"So what's the prognosis?" I asked fearfully.

"Oh, your cars' gonna be fine." He answers.

The color returns to my face.

He goes on to explain that the overheating problem and general creakiness in my Honda's performance was due to a leak in a coolant pipe that needs to be replaced. Hence the unusual discharge. He's surprised it held up as long as it did, considering the mileage. 

I'm just waiting for the price of all this diagnosis and treatment.

Luckily I find out that having Chris as a friend gets me a nice discount. 

"OK, set it up." I say.

That's when I get the zinger.

"It'll be about three hours to fix everything." He says.

The color leaves my face.

Well, it's gotta be done, might as well make good use of my time.

I walk up the road to a McDonald's and get breakfast and newspapers for the long wait.

As I'm sitting there, biscuit crumbs dropping around me, I see a pretty brunette on her phone, a sports magazine in hand. She's wearing pink sweatpants and an LA Dodgers shirt.

"Right, I'm at the dealer now...Um, I'm not sure, they said about an hour. So I'll meet you there...OK, bye." She says with a crisp, business-like tone before hanging up.

"These guys can always keep you as long as they want, huh?" I say.

"Looks like it. What are you here for?" she asks.

"Oh, my Accord's been overheating, needs some kind of coolant pipe." I answer.

"I had the same thing on my car." She says.

"You have an Accord too?" I ask.

"Oh no, BMW convertible." She says with a proud smile "I love it."

"Man, I would too." I reply.

"Oh, I'm Alyssa." She says.

"Jim." I try to wipe off whatever grease I have from the biscuit before shaking her hand. It feels ever so soft.

"Sorry, darn McDonald's sandwich." I say apologetically.

"Oh, no, don't. I love those, I could eat them every day, wouldn't be good for this though." And she pats her perfectly flat stomach. 

"I know what you mean." I said.

"But I've gotta give them credit, it was my first job." She said.

"You worked there?" I asked.

"Well, sort of. I did a commercial for them in Japan." She said.

"Really? How'd that happen?" I was surprised.

"Well, that usually happens when you're an actress." She said.

"Oh, I get it." Then it hit me. "Wait a minute, wait a minute." I said slowly.

She looked at me and smiled.

"Uh, are you-?" I said nervously.

"Right, Alyssa Milano." She said with a "now you know who I am" smile.

"Whoa! I thought you looked sort of familiar." I said, smiling now.

She smiled back at me.

"I guess your car isn't quite as charmed as you, huh?" I joked.

"Not quite!" She laughed heartily in response.

Just as she said that, she was told her car was ready.

"Oh, I'm sorry we didn't get to talk more. It was nice meeting you Jim." She stood up and went outside to her car.

"Yes, good luck in your future." I said.

"You, too." She said with a smile.

And I spent the remaining time alone, oh well.

Well, even "Hollywood Jim" isn't as 'charmed' as others are sometimes. 

The next day, Chris was all excited about an invite he'd gotten to The Eagle.

"Derek's having his birthday bash there and we're invited. And I know you hate this sort of thing, but you really should go. It's invitation only and it'll be a smaller crowd anyway." He said.

"Well, OK, I'll go. That place isn't so bad now that I think about it." I replied.

Now usually a night out with him was something I avoided at all costs. But this was different, Derek Adams was a friend after all, and Chris had told me how they'd helped one another out at different times.

"How'd he get that place anyway, I thought he owned Red Light District?" I asked.

"Well, he used to own both. He always had the Eagle and thought he could run both places. But he got bored and Red Light was burning him out anyway, so he sold his interest and stayed with Eagle. It's like he woke up one day and said 'I've had it'." Chris explained as we headed out to his Porsche. 

"I'll pick you up at your place in an hour." Chris said as he drove away.

When he showed up I walked out to the car and as I opened the door got a surprise.

"Hi, 'Hollywood'!" yelled Candy and Mandy with a giggle.

Chris had the girls from Tigress crammed into the back seat of the Porsche.

I laughed, but groaned at the same time. Chris had this mischievous smile on his face.

"Well, you didn't think we were going alone did you?" he asked innocently.

I climbed in and immediately got a kiss on my cheek from one of them.

The Porsche roared off to the Eagle.

The Eagle was crowded but it wasn't a wild crowd, Derek invited just anybody famous there. It was Derek's night, and he controlled everything. The drinks flowed freely and the music was what he wanted to hear, quite a change from the norm.

My plan was to get a few in me, wish the birthday boy well and then bum a ride home from somebody. Chris was bound to be there all night. And I could see a few friends of ours there, so I figured I had my ride all set.

I wandered about the club, checking out who was there. It seemed like a lot of supermodel-types whose names escaped me. Chris was deep in conversation with 2 of them, and Tigress was up in the DJ booth. 

And I was bored.

"Hey, Jim!" I turned and there was Derek.

"Hey, happy birthday Derek!" I said shaking his hand.

"Thank you, thank you. It's always a joy turning another year older." He said with a touch or sarcasm. "I didn't get to talk to you much last time. I have to give you a lot of credit for this place."

"Me?" I asked, stunned.

"Right, the last time I saw you was at Red Light, remember?" he said.

"Well, yes. But I didn't stay all that long..." I said.

"That's the thing, there was all that chaos with Lindsay, stuff got broken, it was just a mess. That's what gave me the incentive to walk away. The fact that you chose to leave. You could've stayed. But you didn't. You just didn't seem like the kind of guy for a place like that. So I figured, neither was I."

I was stunned to hear all this.

"So the next day," he continued "I called my partners, said 'I'm out!' and came back here to stay." He said stretching his arms out.

He put his arm around me now.

"And you're the reason I did that." He said.

"Well, thank you." I said hesitantly.

"Aww, come on. Don't get all weepy on me, let me get you a drink pal. Corona, right?" he pointed at my beer.

"Yes, no wait. This should be special, get me a Jack and water." I said with sophistication.

"You got it!" and he went off to get my drink.

As I stood at the bar, I looked down one end and saw Alyssa there talking with another girl. She saw me and her face brightened up. She immediately came over to me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked excitedly.

"My friend and I run a photo business, we're friends of Derek's." I said.

"So, how'd you car make out?" she asked.

"Oh, not bad. I'll probably get another 50,000 miles out of her." I replied.

"That's good to know." She said with a smile.

"Can I get you another drink?" I offered.

"Oh, sure. A glass of red wine." She said.

I placed her order as Derek arrived with my drink.

"Hey, chatting up the guests, huh?" Derek said to Alyssa.

She laughed and Derek told her about my connection with him.

I was actually blushing while Alyssa was looking at me with a smile.

As the night wore on, I sat at the bar and kept an eye out for who was leaving or about to leave. Alyssa returned to the bar area and sat next to me. She looked simple, yet so pretty in a blue fitted Dodgers t-shirt and black jeans.

"Hey, you." She said jovially.

"Hey back." I replied, raising my glass and toasting her.

"What are you drinking?" she asked.

"Jack Daniels and water." I said.

"I should get one of those." She said looking for the bartender.

"No, no, allow me." I said

And 2 more jack and waters came to us.

As we sipped our drinks, we both talked about our work, she seemed to have an endless amount of gossipy stories about her work and people she knew. Her thick black hair looked so pretty and she began to idly twirl it while we talked. Her eyes gazed into mine.

"How'd you get into the photo business?" she asked.

"I always liked it, the pictures, that is. I'm not a businessman by any means!" I said.

"So you take the pictures and Chris does the business?" she asked.

"Well, little of both." I replied. "I like the pictures more."

"Me too." She said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, a little unsure.

"I like taking pictures, and being photographed. Heck, it goes with this business." She said.

"Oh! I see." I said.

"You'll have to see my photo collection sometime." She said.

She then looked at her Tag Heuer watch.

"Oh, man I didn't realize how late it was."

I looked at my Rolex watch (OK, it's really a Timex, but from afar it looks like a Rolex).

"Geez, I wonder if Chris is still here, he's my driver tonight." I said.

"You didn't drive here?" Alyssa said.

"No, he insisted on driving." I replied.

"That'll be good, I'll drive you home. Where do you live?" she asked

"Just off the Beach Roads." I said

"Oh, that's right on my way, we could stop at my place for a nightcap and I can show you my collection." She said.

"Oh, well, uh..." I said trying to figure out where this was leading. Either way, I needed a ride home.

"Let's go!" she said as she quickly downed the rest of her drink and took my arm as we walked out of the club.

Alyssa's BMW was one sweet ride as we headed for her home. We pulled off into a quite suburban neighborhood and into the driveway of a retro 60's ranch-style house.

"Wow, this reminds me of where I grew up." I said looking around at the other houses.

I turned to Alyssa and she quickly kissed me on the lips.

I jumped back a little.

"What was that for?" I asked. 

"Oh, for someone special." She said with a smile as we walked in. "Let me show you around, you want a glass of wine?"

"Uh, yes, that'll be fine." I said, still a little stunned.

Could this be heading where I think it is?

Alyssa came out of the kitchen with 2 glasses of red wine.

"Salud`." She said in Italian with a smile as we touched glasses. I responded in turn.

Alyssa proudly showed me around her home, it was much bigger on the inside than I thought. There were hardwood floors and high ceilings throughout, so our voices echoed. Her bedroom was elegant with an antique brass bed. A media room seemed more like a shrine to the LA Dodgers, what with all the memorabilia in it. She then took me into an enormous bathroom with a Jacuzzi bathtub atop marble steps. 

"Man, this is something. Then again this whole house is something." I marveled.

"I designed a lot of this place myself, especially this room." She said as she lit some candles giving the room a golden glow. 

The more time I was with her, the more nervous I became. Should I be doing something here?

Fortunately Alyssa solved that problem.

"You wanna take a bath?" she said with a smile.

"Excuse me?" I said, stunned yet again. I nearly dropped my wine glass.

"Yeah, come on! Wine always tastes better this way." She said.

"Uh...I'm not sure about this." I stammered.

"Oh come on!" she said as she turned on the water.

Alyssa started undressing. And realizing I better do something, I did the same.

She removed her heeled shoes and pulled off her shirt. Then unhooked her bra and exposed her tits. I removed my shirt, still uncertain what was going on. She quickly unbuttoned her pants, pulling them and her panties off at the same time. She was now completely naked in front of me as I removed my pants.

We both looked at each other.

She smiled.

"You look really nice." She said.

"You look...incredible." I said in a somewhat raspy voice, I was so nervous. 

Alyssa had beautifully round tits, sure they were augmented but still gorgeous. What really grabbed my attention was something some might not find attractive, but yet in a strange way, I did.

Her pussy wasn't shaved like all the other starlets. 

It wasn't a wild, unruly mess, but a jet black colored area around her love nest. It was trimmed, yes, but definitely there.

It made me flash back to my youth, and now here I was, with a fantasy figure from my youth.

"You think so, huh?" she said, bring me back to the present. "Come on, let's get in the tub."

She gingerly stepped in and got acclimated to the hot water. I could tell she was watching my dick grow, and smiling all the while.

"Mmm, the water feels so good." She said gently treading the water.

I now stepped in and moved towards her. She slowly put her arms around me and we kissed. She then picked up her wine glass;

"Salud`mi amore`(salute, my love)." She said softly now.

I said the same, in my best fractured Italian.

The candles were obviously doing their magic. There was a scent of lavender and the room had a golden glow that was accentuated by Alyssa. Her body seemed to glow as well. She softly placed her hand on my head and we kissed deeper, her tongue merging with mine.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I'm so nervous right now." I said.

"It's OK, you'll be fine." She smiled and said softly. We were gazing into ne another's eyes now.

"Do you like being here with me?" she asked softly.

"Yes, very much so." I replied.

"I like you too. Just relax, I'll make you feel real good." She said in a soft and tender voice. Her hands were on my shoulders and they slowly worked their way down my chest.

Sure, I'd been with several starlets. But the first time with someone is always strange and nerve-wracking. 

"Do you want to touch me? I wish you would." She said.

I gingerly placed a hand on her breast. She smiled and fluttered her eyes slightly.

"That feels nice." She said.

I began to enjoy the feel of her breast and felt it more lovingly. I felt her nipple as it hardened to my touch. Alyssa began to moan a little and leaned in to my ear. I could hear her breathing become more rapid.

"Ohhhh....baby." she whispered. "That feels good...you look so hot...touch my nipple...yes, that's it."

I kissed her again, our tongues danced with one another and she smiled when we released.

"Oh man, that felt good." She said with a smile. "I can tell you like doing this."

"Oh yes, I do like it." I was now smiling.

"Good." She whispered as she looked directly at me. "Let's have some fun."

Her hand went down under the water and I could feel her rubbing my dick.

"I can tell you like that, I love it when a guy gets hard." She said looking at me with a sly smile. "Means he's ready to fuck. I like to fuck."

"Oh, do you?" I said with a sly smile of my own. And then I became bolder. "Let's see if you're ready."

And my hands went down to her pussy and felt her. She jumped a little at my move.

"Oh!" she giggled.

"I can tell you like that." I said the same way she did. She laughed and gave me another kiss.

"Sit up on the edge." She said.

I sat up on the edge of the tub and Alyssa got the full picture of my hardness.

"That looks nice." She said as she took me into her mouth and began to slide me in and out of her mouth. 

"Oh, you've got a nice dick." She said between slurps. It felt so hot seeing her do this. 

"I love sucking cock, you know." She said.

"I can tell." I blurted out. At times like this it's hard to talk. I was now breathing heavily and my body was swaying itself back and forth as Alyssa was bobbing up and down.

"OK, let's trade places." She said.

She didn't need to ask twice! I was so eager to see that pussy of hers close up.

We switched places and Alyssa spread her legs wide for me.

"You like my pussy?" she asked.

"Uh, there's something I want to say but I'm afraid to spoil the moment." I said hesitantly.

"What?" she looked concerned.

"It's nothing bad, I just..." I began.

"You can tell me." She said.

"I love your pussy." I blurted out.

"Oh! I was worried there for a moment." She said, sounding relieved, then intrigued. "You like that, huh?" she said looking surprised.

"Yes, I just..." I was trying to find the right words. "How do I say this?" I wondered.

"You like a full bush?" she said. "I used to get it waxed and all but it grows back fast, it's the Italian in me. I think it's sexy"

"I like the way yours is. It makes me feel like...like...I'm really with a girl." I finally said. 

"Well, this girl wants you to lick her hairy pussy." She said with a giggle.

I moved in and could see the pink folds of her pussy were glistening in the candlelight. Her fingers worked their way across the opening. She was very wet, and not just because of the water. My tongue gently licked her pussy, and my fingers slowly penetrated her. Alyssa let out a low slow moan as my tongue went inside her. I could feel her hand on the back of my head as she caressed me.

"Oh god that's wonderful..." she moaned.

My dick was rock hard now, but I was too busy loving this pussy of hers. It must be that sense of trying something new for the first time and not wanting it to end. I looked up and Alyssa's head was thrown back, mouth open, and hands on her tits.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Baby I'm gonna come! Baby I'm gonna come!" she cried out.

"Come on my face!" I said, from where I don't know.

"Oh god! Oh god! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed and I felt her love juices spray on me, she tasted delicious. 

"Oh, give me a minute baby." She gasped.

I leaned backwards into the water and let it flow over me, Alyssa slid in and joined me.

"Man, that was hot!" she said as she kissed me, tasting herself. 

"Oh yes, yes it was." I said with a naughty smile and a lick of my lips.

"I can feel your dick." She whispered. "We've got to do something about that."

"Um, do you have any condoms?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. I'm on the pill too. I love the pill." She said as she reached into a small basket near the tub. I stood up and she placed one on me.

"Know why I love the pill?" she asked with a naughty smile.

"Why?" I answered with fake innocence

She looked at my dick, now gift wrapped for her.

"Because I wanna fuck." She said.

And I slid my dick into her pussy. It felt so tight and Alyssa was moaning and grunting as I started to fuck her.

"Uhhh yeah! Fuck me Jim! Fuck...me...." She said with an almost animal-like voice. 

I was ramming into her now.

"Fuck my pussy! Fuck it!" she growled through clenched teeth. "Oh God yes!" she cried out.

I couldn't believe I was fucking this girl, she was a maniac.

"I want your ass." I somehow said.

"Oh, yeah, I love that!" Alyssa said with excitement.

She turned around and offered up her ass to me, I began to slide it back into her but she stopped me.

"No, no, not there." She said and spread her ass cheeks wide.

"I want it there." She said.

"Oh, I see." I said, now realizing what she wanted.

She had a cute pink asshole waiting for me. I started to slowly push my dick into her.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 17



"OHHHHHGODDDDDD!!!!!" She cried out. "OHHHMYGAWDDDD THAT FEELS GOOD!!" she cried.

It was incredibly tight and my dick was slowly going in and out. Alyssa was gasping and moaning.

"Oh god! Oh god! Damn! UH-YEAH!" she yelled.

I wanted to do something else though. I slowly pulled out. Alyssa was feeling spent too. We both slid into the water now.

"Did my ass feel good?" she asked breathlessly.

"Oh yes, very good." I said as I slapped her ass.

"Oh wow, you made me come so fast. You're good!" she said with a laugh.

I was at a loss for words.

Alyssa wrapped herself around me and we let the candlelight work its magic. The wine and our amore` had exhausted me.

But not Alyssa.

She leaned in and began to whisper in my ear;

"I like the way you fucked me, Jim....It felt so hot...you like my pussy...I like your dick..."

Her hand went under the water again as she whispered.

"Oh...you've got such a nice dick...I want to see you use it again...do you have a fantasy, baby...something you want me to do?" she whispered in my ear.

There was about a million fantasies I could think of, but right now I was just trying to get a grip on what I was doing here. 

Wait a minute, 'get a grip'. 

That might be something.

"Um, yes I think I know what I want to do." I whispered back.

"Oh, what would you like to do? I'll do anything you want baby." She said softly as she kissed my cheek. "...anything at all."

"You were so hot on TV, I used to imagine, uh, being with you." I said hesitantly.

"Oh I know what you want to do..." she said with a smile. "Come on, let's dry ourselves off."

We got out of the tub and she reached for some big bath towels and dried me off, then had me do the same. We kissed several times in the process.

"Come on." She said leading me to her bedroom.

She had me sit on the bed and she lit more candles, giving the room the same kind of glow the bath did.

She knelt on the bed with her legs tucked under her.

"When you were watching me...did you do this?" and she reached for my dick and began stroking it.

"Did you like looking at my boobs? And imagine me being next to you like this?" she continued in a calm, reassuring voice.

My dick was responding to her touches, as you'd expect.

"I always imagined guys looking at me too...You know what I did?" she asked.

I could only shake my head.

Alyssa leaned in and whispered "I touched my boobs too...and then I reached down...and found this made me feel good too." Her hand was rubbing her pussy. "I'd be so wet, I'd have to change my underwear...but I didn't care." She continued.

"I always wanted to see a guy jerk off to me...that's sooo sexy, you know...that's when I know a guy is really into me...like you are now...I can tell you're hard aren't you?" she asked softly.

"Y-y-yes." I croaked out, my dick was acting like it was on auto-pilot.

"I'm wet now...feel it." And she guided my hand to her pussy, she was wet all right.

"I'm so wet now...you're so hard...let's jerk off baby...I want to see that dick come." She said in that tone that went between passion and lust.

I slowly began to rub one out to the fantasy that sat in front of me.

"Just like when you were younger, baby...was I on your wall? Did you dream about fucking me? Did you want to touch my boobs? Suck my boobs?" she was gasping and moaning by now. "Oh honey...I dreamed about you too...your hard dick...coming all over my boobs...I wanna jerk you off...I wanna feel your hard dick...Oh tell me when you're gonna come...tell me...tell me..." she said over and over. Her eyes were closed and her finger was buried inside her pussy.

I was trying to make all this last as long as I could, I wanted my climax to somehow match hers. I leaned in and kissed her whispering;

"It's time..."

Alyssa reached down and took my dick and lovingly jerked it off as she smiled. I exploded, sending streams of come onto her belly and her tits.

"Oh god, yes!" she screamed "Just like I wanted! Wow!" she laughed. She took droplets of come and massaged it on her nipples, smiling at me.

"Was that your fantasy?" she asked softly.

"And then some!" I said breathlessly.

"Good...I love people's fantasies." She said with a giggle.

Alyssa leaned in and kissed me deeply.

"Let's get another glass of wine." She said climbing off the bed and walking naked into the kitchen. I followed her. 

We had one last glass of wine together, then dressed and she drove me home. The sun was coming up as we pulled into my driveway. She gave me one last kiss.

"Thanks for a great evening. I'll call you again sometime."

"OK, uh, thank you Alyssa." I said somewhat embarrassed, after all this time I still had no idea what to say at times like this.

She backed her car out of my driveway, then turned to me saying;

"Take care of that car, 'Mr. Hollywood'." She said with a smile as the BMW roared away.

I stood there, stunned. 

I never did get to see her photo collection. 

But then again, I saw quite another collection that was just as good.

"The adventures continue..." I muttered to myself as I went inside.

To be greeted by my demanding cat.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 18



"You want me to go where?" I asked Chris wearily.

"Calabasas." He replied.

"And for what?" I responded.

"I need you to deliver some paperwork to this address. They need to sign for it and approve the content." He explained, quickly adding "Hey, I'd go there myself, but my accountant is coming over and this is the only night he has free and our tax return is gonna be a lot more complex this year so I don't want to rush this."

"But wasn't FedEx invented for times like this? I'm beat, man." I protested. "We've been running around the last 2 weeks, we've got another project starting soon and I'd rather not drive all the way up to, where was it again?"

"Calabasas." Chris said again

This was one time when I was about to put my fist through a door. I was right, we'd been incredibly busy lately. Yes, that's good for a business, but not for me.

"I don't even know where that is!" I said exasperated.

"That's why I'm giving you this." And he dropped a set of keys in my hand. It was the keys to his Porsche convertible. He'd gotten it recently and proudly saw it as a symbol of his hard work. 

"Take my car, it has the GPS system in it, I programmed the address in last time I was there so it won't be a problem for you." He explained.

"Alright, alright I'll go." I said.

"Thank you. Look, I know I put you in tough spots, but you have to admit that in the end it's worth it, right?" Chris really sounded sincere at this moment.

I looked around at what our work had gotten us so far. We had a successful business that kept getting bigger and better. Yep, we were big time, just like we dreamed.

"I'll even fill the tank for you." I said as I headed out the door with a smile.

The Porsche was one smooth ride as it navigated the highway. I truly felt like the king of the road with the top down, shades on, and Aerosmith on the sound system. And the GPS did work as expected. I pulled up to the contact address, a boutique called "Dash". It looked like a pretty ritzy place. I looked at the envelope and read the directions on the paperwork. It was to be signed by one Kim Kardashian, and no one else. 

Gee, he's being direct in his orders to me.

I walked in to the shop and it was pretty quiet. A pretty young girl asked if she could help me.

"Oh, Hi, I'm from East Coast Image and I have some materials that need to be approved by the owner." I said.

"OK, hang on. Kim! There's somebody here for you!"

From the back of the store walked this vision, no, bombshell of a woman. It suddenly hit me exactly whom I was meeting with. And it was really her.

It was "the" Kim Kardashian alright. 

She had on a dark pinstriped pantsuit that really accented her jet black hair and olive colored skin. Her hair wasn't tied back or anything, it was cascading around her shoulders. I think I might've even gasped somewhat when she walked out.

"Hi! Are you Chris' partner?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes, that's me." I replied.

"He told me you'd be coming," She said looking at her watch, one that looked almost diamond-like. "Wow you got up here fast."

"Beginners luck, I guess." I said with a shrug.

"Come on in the back, I've got all the stuff you need." And I followed her into the office area.

"I'm gonna close up Kim!" said the girl who met me as we headed into the back.

"OK, Kourtney. I'll see you at home later."

That's right! Her sisters are involved in this place too.

She sat down at a small desk and started looking over the papers and photos. They were for a new photo campaign Chris had started on when we were in London. He'd somehow met with her reps there and they'd been talking back and forth by email ever since. I hadn't concerned myself much with what he was working on. I suppose I should be, then I wouldn't be so exasperated at driving to Calabasas. The office was small, but neatly furnished with a leather loveseat and tables stacked with magazines and photos. A simple antique table served as a desk with only a laptop and a phone on it. Very simple, very efficient.

"So, how long have you been working with Chris?" she asked while reading the papers.

"Oh, uh, only a few months. But we've been friends for a long time."

"I met him awhile back, I think it was at some party Paris had." She replied.

"Hilton?" I asked

"Who else? She drives me nuts. Just promoting herself all the time." She said.

"Really?" I replied.

"Oh, don't get me started on her." She said raising her hand slightly, but still smiling. Then saying; "Nah, she's OK for the most part. She doesn't come up here all that much so it's not like I see her all the time."

"Oh, I get it. The less you see of someone, the better?" I offered.

"Right." she replied.

She was flipping through the photo sheets, then looked up at me.

"Have you seen any of these?" 

"No, I only knew he was working on some project with you but nothing more." I said.

"OK, well I guess you should know. I'm starting a lingerie line here, probably only on the web site. Want to see the photos?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Uh, sure." I said

I went over to her desk and stood in front of it, looking at the photos upside down.

"No, no, come over here." She corrected.

I hesitated slightly.

"Oh come on, I don't bite. Unless you want me to." She said with another sly smile and a raised eyebrow.

So I went behind her desk and she showed me each photo.

The photos were, well, incredible! She had on a variety of satin nightgowns, camisoles, even a series of flannel pajama sets with necklines that really accented her curves on top. It was very hard for me not to stare down at the incredible chest that was before me. Not just in photo form, but for real. There were also outfits that must've been intended for role-playing that included a schoolgirl outfit of plaid skirt and grey sweater with a private school logo.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"This one is nice." I said pointing at the schoolgirl outfit. "But this one is a little more, uh, romantic I guess." Pointing to a satin nightgown.

Kim listened intently to my thoughts and I could tell she was watching me. 

"I think it will be a big hit for you." I said with confidence.

"Great!" she said smiling.

She signed all of the papers where directed.

"OK, did Chris tell you what to pick out?" she asked

"Pick out?" I said, confused

"Right, oh he didn't tell you? OK, part of the deal with him was the employees could pick out stuff they wanted from the store. You can get something for your girlfriend for free." She explained.

"Oh, well, uh.." I stammered

"You don't have a girlfriend? Come on! Really?" she sounded stunned.

"Uh, sad but true I'm afraid."

It was true. Yes, good 'ol "Hollywood" had had his share of beauties but my schedule was such that a private life really hadn't presented itself to me. It's not like I hadn't been trying. But somehow I just never really embraced the swinging single life the way Chris did. Hell, he had a master's degree in that!

"Hmm, let me think." Kim said.

"Uh, I guess a gift card would be fine." I offered.

"Oh no, this isn't a Wal-Mart store. I've got an idea."

She gathered up all the papers and photos and slipped them back into the envelope I brought them in.

"I'll give you a first look at everything. And then you can tell me what you like."

"Oh, uh, Okay." I was confused at this moment. What did she mean by that?

She led me down a hallway to what seemed like a large elegant dressing room with mirrors on all sides. A couch and some chairs were in it too and several small cabinets.

"I'll be right back." She said and left me in the "roomful of mirrors". I kept thinking of the old Hendrix song;

"I used to live in a roomful of mirrors, all I could see was me..." I sang to myself. 

At that moment, my cell phone rang, it was Chris.

"Hey, did you make it up there OK?" he asked

"Yeah, sweet ride pal!" I answered, clearly envious of his wheels.

"Did you get everything signed?"

"Right, I was just about to-" I started to say.

Kim returned wearing the grey schoolgirl outfit I'd seen the photo of. 

"Uh, I'll call you back Chris." I stammered.

"Well?" she asked.

"Uh, congratulations to the lucky man." I answered hesitantly.

Kim slowly walked over to me and touched her finger to my nose.

"That would be you, 'Mr. Hollywood'" she said with a sexy twist.

"What?" I answered, stunned.

"I know all about you. Chris told me how you got your name, all your adventures together. You guys are quite a team." She continued.

"Wa-wa wait a minute Ms. Kardashian. I just work for Chris, he's a friend and all but I'm not sure if-if-if this is..." I continued, stammering every word.

"Is what you want?" she raised her eyebrows as she said that. "I know what you want." She said with an even sexier tone of voice, and an even sexier look in her eyes. As she said this, she wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. Her lips were very hot and her perfume was like heaven as it swirled around me.

"..And I'm going to give it to you." She whispered in my ear.

My arms were like rubber bands at this moment.

She kissed me again and I could feel her tongue work its way inside me, it felt so slick and good. My tongue impulsively merged with hers.

"Wow, that was nice." She said with a smile.

She gingerly placed my hands on her hips, but I was too nervous to move them. 

"You wanna touch my ass don't you?" she said with a giggle.

"Um, well, uh.." I stammered

"Go ahead." She said

I felt it and it was definitely there all right.

"Feels nice, huh?" she said

"Um, I, uh.." I was stammering like never before, I was so embarrassed.

"Oh, I see. You'd rather have these.." she said as she cupped her beautiful tits. "Go ahead, then." 

And she placed my hands gently on them. God, did they feel nice!

Her head and body swayed slowly as if she was enjoying my touch. Her eyes were slightly closed and she was giving me a smile too. Her lips were puckered slightly and a soft "Oooooh.." came from them.

Her hand moved down to the crotch of my jeans and began rubbing, there was an instantaneous reaction, like a light switch being turned on. Or a "love light" as the case may be.

She embraced me and whispered,

"That feels nice."

She looked down and found the zipper and slowly worked it down.

"Are you-are you sure this is OK?" I asked, sounding petrified.

"Sure it is, I told you I know all about you." She said calmly with a smile.

I could feel her hand working its way inside.

Her hand had found it its quarry.

"Oh, I think you're ready." She said with a giggle.

She kissed me deeply, her dark eyes were like a soft laser beam as they watched me.

"Just relax, honey. I'm gonna make you feel good."

Kim knelt down and I felt my dick come out from my pants.

"It looks nice," She said looking up at me.

She softly kissed the tip and slowly licked all around the head of my dick.

"You like that?" she asked with a smile.

I could only nod my approval.

She continued to lick around it, then slowly worked it into her mouth. I could see it slide into the mouth of this Hollywood starlet with seemingly no resistance. Then slowly slide out, with a tongue swirling around it. She continued to do this and I was still so nervous, but my dick had other ideas. It was becoming more and more of a dynamite stick, about to explode. Usually I could sense this and knew when to move on to other things, but when you're with someone like her, control seems lost. And I had none. I could only let myself go.

"Oh, no Kim...Oh god Kim.." I said quickly.

Then I felt an explosion in her awaiting mouth. I just knew this was a disaster. I felt utter humiliation and shame at what had just happened. 

Or so I thought.

Kim showed no resistance. I heard an "Mmmm" come from her mouth, which was still filled by my dick, and now its climax. I saw a little bit of come dribble from the sides of her mouth. But otherwise, I'd unloaded in her and she'd taken it all. She recovered enough to look up and smile at me.

"Wow, that was something." She said.

"I'm so sorry, I feel so bad, I'm so sorry." I really felt utter humiliation at this moment and wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Kim stood up and held me.

"Don't feel so bad, honey." She said reassuringly. "I seem to have that effect on guys." She said with a smile

She "seems to have that effect on guys"? Gee, I wonder why?

"I like this outfit because it reminds me of my school."

"That would make sense." I said, now regaining some bit of confidence.

"Every guy has this 'naughty schoolgirl' fantasy. I figured I'd design an outfit for that." Kim said as she showed it off. "Is this your fantasy?" she asked in a sexy voice.

"Uh, well, uh I don't know." So much for regaining my confidence.

"Well, this schoolgirl has been very bad, and needs to be punished." She said innocently.

"Y-y-y-yes..." I stammered

"So?" she said.

"W-w-w-what?" I stammered again.

"Punish me." She said in a slightly demanding voice.

"Punish you?" I asked.

"Come here...come on...you don't have to be scared of me." She said with a calm smile.

I went over to her and she took my hand and slapped it on her ass playfully.

"Get the idea?" she said.

"Oh, I see." I replied and slapped her ass a little more forcefully.

"I must be punished." She playfully said again.

I slapped her ass again.

"Good." She said.

"Sit over here" and she directed me to sit on one of the chairs against the wall.

Then Kim stood before me.

"Mr. Hollywood, I've been a bad girl. I'm sorry for what I did." She said with an apologetic and fearful tone.

"What did you do?" I replied.

"Whatever bad thing you said I did." She replied

This was starting to sound like a bad comedy sketch!

"Oh! THAT bad thing!" I now said.

She giggled, knowing I could see how silly this was getting. But also what she was implying I do. What she definitely wanted me to do.

"So I'm ready to accept my punishment." She said in that "I'm so sorry" tone.

"Yes, your punishment." I said with mock sternness.

"Yes, Mr. Hollywood, my punishment." She said again.

"Well, Kim, you've done some bad things around this school lately." I said trying not to laugh at how goofy this was getting. "And I have no choice but to punish you firmly." 

"Yes, Mr. Hollywood." She said

I have to admit, this was the first time hearing that name from someone was actually fun. Usually I just rolled my eyes. 

Not this time!

"Kim Kardashian, I must take you over my knee." I said sternly.

"OK." She said trying to sound tearful.

"Remover your panties, you must be punished." I said.

Jesus! Did I just say that?

Kim stood before me and slowly dropped her panties. They were of a silky red material. Her pussy looked as smooth as silk. Her pussy folds were hot pink. I got an instant hard-on right there.

I took her hand and had her bend over my lap. Here was that famous ass the world knew and it was in front of. It was big alright, but ultra soft. My fingers went in the crack of her ass and I could see her look over her shoulder with a lustful look. 

My right hand came swiftly down and slapped her ass.

"OH!" she gasped.

SLAP!

"OH!" 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"HUH-YES!" she cried.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

SLAP!

"YES! DO IT!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"YES!"

SLAP! 

"OH YES!!" she cried out again.

Her dark skinned ass was getting red from my "discipline". I rubbed it softly now.

"I think you've learned your lesson Miss Kardashian." I said in that stern tone I'd been using.

"Yes, Mr. Hollywood." She replied.

Kim got up, sat on my lap and kissed me softly on the lips.

"That was fun." She said with a smile.

"First time I ever spanked someone." I said smiling.

"You do it well, did you like it?" she asked raising an eyebrow seductively and smiling.

"I think I did." I replied.

"Good." She said giving me a quick kiss. "Now, stay here, there's one more thing to do."

And she got off my lap and left the room.

"More?" I thought. How could she top what we just did?

Very easily, it seemed.

Kim reappeared a few minutes later in the white silk nightgown I'd seen earlier, she looked stunning. She leaned against the doorway in a very seductive manner and smiled.

"Whoa..." was all I could say. 

"Like it?" she asked softly

"Yes, very much so." I replied in the same tone.

She reached for a light switch and dimmed the lights so the room was a soft red color. She walked over to me and we embraced again, her kisses were so soft.

"We've had our fun, and you said this was more romantic. So...now we can have the romance part." She said.

"I see what you mean." I said. 

"Why don't you get out of those clothes." She said seductively as she kissed me again.

She took a step back and slowly let the spaghetti-type straps down, and the nightgown dropped to the floor. 

Kim Kardashian was now totally naked in front of me.

My hands were trembling as I fumbled with the buttons on my denim shirt. Kim giggled a little, then came over and took my hand.

"Why don't you let me do this. Just relax." She said reassuringly with a smile.

My shirt was slowly removed and she rubbed her hands on my bare chest. She moved her hands down to my belt and began to loosen my khaki pants, letting them fall to the floor. I somehow stepped out of my moccasins and was now naked in front of her as we kissed deeply. I had somehow become comfortable being with this beauty.

"Let me see you." I said softly to her.

"Oooooh you're a mind reader too. I was thinking the exact same thing!" she said with a smile. 

Kim took a step back and we looked at one another. She had stunning breasts, they were definitely large with pink areolas. Her dark hair gave her such an exotic look and that seemed to be the only hair on her. There was a small pussy with pink folds that seemed to beckon me. Kim was definitely focused on what was between my legs and how it was reacting to the situation before it. She smiled as she saw what she'd inspired in me. I held my hand out to her and she took it and we kissed again, before moving onto the couch. Kim lay down and draped a leg onto the floor. We were still kissing but I wanted to get at those tits of hers. They were so beautiful to hold, she smelled like a flowered mist and she tasted wonderful. I licked and sucked her tits and she was moaning and breathing hard. As much as I loved this, I knew there was more to her. I kissed my way down to her pussy, she was moaning even more the further down I got. I eagerly started to lick her, using my tongue as a miniature dick, this got her screaming.

"OH GOD!! OH GOD BABY!! YES!! OH MY GODDDD!!!" she screamed out.

I found her clit and tongued it very softly. She was still screaming out the whole time.

When I slowed down my pace, she gradually became quieter, her gasps and moans decreased. She then took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"Wow...baby you're good!" she said laughing.

I had put my finger inside her and twirled my finger around her nipple, then licked her pussy juices off it. She giggled at the feeling.

We kissed again, and she stood up.

"Let me get a Trojan for you." She went over to a cabinet and got one out. She tore off the wrapper and delicately placed it on my dick. Then she returned to the couch and spread her legs wide.

"Come on..." she said softly with a look of lust on her face.

I took a deep breath. I had to wonder, would I be all she expected?

I slowly pushed my dick into her pussy, it wrapped all around my dick. There was no resistance from her. Hr eyes closed just slightly, then she smiled even more.

"Oh...that feels sooo good...oh yes...oh yes...I love this..." she said, her voice trailing off as she let the waves of desire roll over her. I slowly began to fuck her, each stroke was met with a quiet "oh yes" from her. I was unconsciously doing her at a slow pace. For some reason, I didn't feel the need to do her fast, she seemed to enjoy a slower pace, so did I. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 18



I must've figured I should let this encounter last as long as possible.

Kim held me close as I fucked her, her legs wrapped around my back. I could her breathing in my ear and whispering slowly;

"Jim...oh my god this is so good...I love this...oh yes...yes...fuck me...fuck me."

I looked into her eyes and she was smiling, I knew I was doing everything right.

I pulled her back up, and she held on tight to me as we switched to her being on top of me. She sat up and I got the full picture of those gorgeous tits as she moved back and forth on my dick. She ran her hands over her tits and smiled lustfully at me as she fucked me.

"Oh my god this is great!" she laughed. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, then threw herself back up and rocked on my dick with more power.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!" she said with passion.

Then she slowed down and held me close to her and whispered.

"I love you baby...this is sooo good!"

"I love this too..." I said.

"You wanna really have some fun?" she whispered.

"Yes." I replied.

"Do me doggie style." She said.

She slowly climbed off me and bent over, showing her ass and pink pussy to me. I got up and pulled on my dick a little, then got behind her. She looked over her shoulder at me;

"Every guy wants to do this, you should too." She said.

For a moment, I hesitated. 'Every guy?' Was I like every guy? Should I do what everybody else has? I don't know where this came from or what came over me;

"Actually I liked what we were doing before, me being on top of you, you looked so beautiful that way." I said.

She turned around and sat normally, with a confused look on her face.

"What?" She asked.

I sat down beside her and held her hand.

"You're quite beautiful, I liked what we did before, it might not seem like much, but it was special to me. I-I guess I'm just different." I said hesitantly.

"Wow...yes, you are." She replied, apparently she understood exactly what I was saying. "No one has ever said that to me. Thank you."

And she kissed me again. 

I was unfortunately getting soft as we talked, but Kim took care of that.

She slowly rubbed my dick through the condom.

"You have a beautiful dick, Jim...it gets so nice and hard...and I can tell you like me...I like you too." She whispered in my ear.

I regained my arousal. She smiled at me, knowing what she'd done.

"Please fuck me Jim...let's finish what we started." She whispered in my ear as we kissed.

Kim lay back again and rubbed her pussy. I could've ended things right there just watching this alone. She looked so sensuous this way. But she was right, I wanted to finish what we'd started.

I got on top of her again and my dick slid into her love nest again. She breathed in deeply and held me tight as I fucked her, this time more forcefully, her legs wrapped around me and we were intertwined. This time I could feel every ounce of my energy going into her, she felt it too.

"YES! OH MY GOD FUCK ME! UH-HUH! UH-HUH! YES! OHMYGOD I'M GONNA COME! OH GOD! I'M COMING! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!" She screamed out as I exploded into her. I did a few last thrusts before slowly coming down and kissing her neck. She was still breathing heavily. I slowly rolled off her, then suddenly realized I wasn't on a bed as I hit the floor with a thud.

Kim laughed at my accident. Then she came down onto the floor and we hugged one another.

"Gee, was it that good?" She asked with a laugh.

"You floored me, baby." I replied.

We both laughed hysterically.

Kim sat up and hugged me.

"That was great. You really are something 'Mr. Holly-I mean Jim." She said in a sexy voice.

I smiled in response.

"You are too, Ms. Kardashian." I replied.

"Please," she corrected. "To you, I'm Kim." 

Kim and I dressed and I started out towards the front door.

"Hey, let me give you my number." She said and handed me her business card.

It was elegantly printed with her name and the store's logo.

"You tell Chris, he's got a deal. And I'll call you next time I'm in L.A." she said as we kissed one last time.

"OK, I'll see you soon." I said.

"Bye, baby." She said.

I walked back to Chris' Porsche, and then turned to see Kim getting into her black Bentley and driving away. She smiled and waved as the Bentley disappeared into the evening traffic.

I sat in the car for a few minutes and thought about everything that happened here. I smiled, then started up the Porsche and headed back to L.A.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 19



It was well after 10am when I awoke, still in bed with Blake. I lay there looking at her as she slept. Even in deep sleep she looked beautiful, her hair tousled just enough. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She breathed in slightly and opened her eyes. 

"Hey...I want to sleep some more baby." She whispered.

"OK, go ahead." I replied.

I kissed her again, and she turned over, her back to me.

I still couldn't believe where I was and who I was with. 

I slowly got out of bed and gathered my clothes together. I went out to the main room of the loft and called Chris on my cell phone. He was just waking up too.

"Hey, mornin' pal." He said sleepily.

"Hey, how are we set for tonight?" I asked.

"Everything's all set. I'll see you at like 6 tonight. We'll go over there in the crew van." Chris said then paused. "That is unless you have uh, other arrangements?"

"I'll be there." I said with a slight smile.

"And where did Mr. Hollywood spend the night?" he said in an inquiring tone.

"Uh, with a friend." I replied looking into the bedroom and seeing Blake still asleep.

"What a coincidence, so did I." he chuckled.

"See you at 6." I said before hanging up.

The loft still had evidence of last night, so I did my Mr. Clean routine. Then I started breakfast for us.

Blake wandered in wearing a loosely tied platinum colored kimono-style wrap that did little to conceal her beautiful tits. Or the fact her ass could be glimpsed too. 

"Oh my god, you didn't have to do this." She said smiling.

"Sure I did. It's only fair for someone like you." I replied.

She embraced me from behind as I cooked. I could still smell her perfume.

"You're such a sweetheart." She said softly as she kissed my neck.

"Well, my mama raised me right." I said in my best southern accent.

We eagerly dug into the breakfast I made, Blake was so surprised how good a cook I was. 

"Who taught you to cook anyway?" she asked.

"Well, I pretty much taught myself. It's what happens when you're single and all." I replied.

"I don't think I've ever met a guy who cooked. They either microwave takeout food or don't even eat at home." She said. 

"I've done that, I'll admit it." I replied sheepishly.

Blake came over to me and sat in my lap.

"Well, this is delicious. Your mama did raise you right." She said with a giggle.

"Thank you, Ms. Blake." I said as I kissed her.

The fact that her wrap was slightly opened was not lost on me, she looked absolutely stunning, and I could see her tits clearly. Her nipples were definitely hard. Blake could tell where my eyes were going and she slowly opened her wrap a little more so her breast was fully exposed. My hand slowly went up and cupped her breast, she sighed a little and her breathing was a little more labored. I could feel her nipple in my hand and I made circles around it with my fingers. As we did this she kissed me and whispered in my ear;

"Oh keep doing that...oh honey...keep doing that." She whispered breathlessly.

Her wrap was now fully opened and she let it slide off her, leaving her completely naked on my lap. I was getting hard too. And we were kissing even more passionately. Blake got off my lap and softly held my hand and guided me back to the bedroom. We lay on the bed kissing and touching each other. Blake slowly pushed me down on my back and began to caress my dick, it was fully hard now, and she smiled. She reached over to the nightstand and found another condom.

"Always prepared for any action, aren't you?" I said

"All the time." She laughed. Her laugh was so cute.

Blake looked at my dick, now fully wrapped like a special gift. Then she smiled at me and swung her leg over me and slowly worked my dick into her. She gasped at this new sensation and began rocking her hips slowly back and forth. 

"Oh my god...oh god...oh god...oh god..." she said over and over. Her eyes were opening and closing, seemingly at random. Her head was thrown back and mouth open, but little sound was coming out. Then she jolted forward, her blonde hair covering her face. She quickly pushed it back and looked at me with a smile of pure ecstasy and joy on her face.

"Oh this is awesome!" she yelled out. "Huh-yeah! Huh-yeah! Oh yeah!" she cried.

I was trying to match her pounding for pounding but the pace she was setting I couldn't meet. So I lay back and let her do all the work, and I enjoyed the view as her tits bounced up and down and she ran her fingers through her blonde locks.

"Oh baby...I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! OHHHHGODDDDYESSSS!!" she screamed. 

Then she collapsed onto me, rolling off and lay beside me.

"Oh my god, that was fast!" she said, still breathing heavy.

"Nice...very nice." was all I could say.

Blake sat up and removed the condom and began jerking my dick.

"This is nice too." She said in that distinctive voice of hers.

Blake then began to lick my dick like an ice cream cone. Then she inhaled all of it. I could feel her lips and tongue sliding all around it. I could see her lips expand slightly as they molded around the tip of it. She smiled at me as they came off the tip with a "pop". Then she started the process all over again.

I could feel every lick and touch she gave.

And the effects were obvious.

Blake was enjoying her work, her smile was luminous. 

But I could hold back no more.

"Blake...baby...I'm gonna....oh god!" and I exploded into her mouth. 

She swallowed every drop, nothing dripped from the sides of her mouth, all I heard was "Mmmm....nice!" from her.

As her mouth came off my dick, I could see it was awash in my come. Blake looked at it with awe. 

"Wow, you had a lot in you!" she giggled as she took a drop with her finger and swirled it over her nipple.

I was laughing too, it's not everyday someone says that to you.

Blake lay beside me now with her head on my chest. Our breathing was the only sound in the room. We were slowly falling back into deep slumber.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by a phone with a ringtone of Abba's "Dancing Queen".

"That doesn't sound like my phone." I said.

"It's mine, don't get up." Blake said as she hopped off the bed and ran into the next room. I could hear her conversation;

"Hi...OK...Um, I have to be on the set at like 5, we could meet for lunch...oh you are...OK I'll see you then, bye."

Blake ran back into the bedroom and frantically looked for clothes.

"You've gotta get out of here, my parents are coming!" she said.

"Oh boy! Look out!" I said as I jumped off the bed and gathered my things together. "Why do I feel like I'm back in high school?" I said.

"Because I did this once in high school and they never forgot it!" Blake said as she pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

"Oh, Really?" I said as I stopped for a moment. "Why Blake Lively, you naughty little girl." I said with a devious tone. 

"Move it!" she ordered, but with a smile. 

As we got ourselves together, she was hustling me to the door. She happened to look out the window.

"Oh shit! They just pulled up!"

"Which way do I go?" I asked frantically trying to tie my sneaker.

"Go down the hallway, wait a few minutes then go out the front."

"Right!" I said.

As she was about to shove me out the door, she pulled me back and gave me a quick kiss.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." She said.

"OK, bye!" and I quickly headed down the hallway as I heard voices coming up the stairs. I turned a corner and stood there out of sight, catching my breath. I could hear a happy sounding "Hi, Mom! Hi Dad!" from Blake as her parents arrived at the loft. 

She sounded so sweet and innocent. But then again, she was. At least to me, she was.

I walked down the hallway and to the streets below. Her black Ford Mustang was sitting there, looking like a stallion waiting to be released. 

I turned and looked up at the loft. Amazingly, I could see Blake at the window showing off the view to Mom and Dad with a smile.

I smiled too as I walked away.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 20



Driving Blake's Mustang was the thrill of a lifetime. Well, maybe the second thrill after the obvious. 

"Where to, Ms. Blake?" I asked.

"Your place this time." She replied.

"Why not!" I said.

We drove back to my hotel. The climbing and winding streets were made for this car. Blake looked so beautiful as the breeze from the window blew through her blonde hair. I pulled into the underground garage of the Hilton. Just as I parked, Blake turned and quickly kissed me. I responded with the same. I got out and immediately ran over to her side and opened her door with an elegant flourish of arms. As she got out and took my hand she pulled me back against the side of the Mustang and we kissed deeply, she started to grind her hips into my crotch. We both smiled at one another.

"Maybe we should continue this upstairs." I said.

"I think we should." said Blake.

We went up to my room and ordered breakfast. Blake went into the bathroom and returned wearing a terrycloth hotel robe. We sat by the window and watched as San Francisco awakened for the day. The sunlight only accented the beauty of her face as we talked over breakfast.

"So where are you off to next?" I asked.

"Well, back to New York, finish off 'Gossip Girl' for the season, then I'm doing a movie." She said wistfully.

"Cool." I said

"But you'll never believe where I'm doing the movie!" she said with building excitement. "I'm going to Paris! Can you believe it?" she said joyfully.

"Ah, Paris, mon cheri Mademoiselle Lovely." I said as I mangled her last name in my best exaggerated and phony French accent.

Blake laughed at my attempts at French. 

She then leaned in close and said to me in a cultured and elegant French voice;

"S'il vous plaît de faire l'amour pour moi." 

I just stared at her as she smiled.

"Okay, you lost me. It sounded beautiful, but what did you just say?"

She laughed, then came over to me and sat in my lap.

"I said..." and she whispered in my ear. "Please make love to me."

We kissed.

"Ah, mei oui` Madame Lovely." I said in my Frenchman's voice.

And I kissed her again, much more deeply.

Blake slowly threw her head back and I kissed her neck, emitting a breathy "Oooooh" from her. I could see inside her robe she was topless underneath. She stood up and slowly untied it, and let it fall to the floor.

She was, in fact, completely naked underneath.

Her face had a look of passion and desire on it. She reached out to me and took my hand. I stood and she untied my robe and it fell too. We stood naked before one another and kissed. Then we fell back onto the bed and our hands wandered all over. Her tits felt as lovely as ever, I kissed and sucked on her nipples driving her mad with pleasure. My dick was getting so hard as I felt this soft vision before me. Blake was constantly moaning. She found the energy to make me lie on my back, she sat up and worked her hands down to my dick and held it in her hands.

"It looks so beautiful." She said softly.

"Just like you." I said.

And she bashfully cocked her head to the side.

She then lowered her mouth onto my dick and began to softly lick all around it, before slowly letting it go into her mouth. It felt incredible. Her hand reached around my dick and slowly jerked it up and down as her tongue moved all around.

As she removed her head from me, she looked at me and smiled, while still jerking my dick.

"Does that feel good?" she said with a smile.

"Feels wonderful." I said.

"It's your turn." She said as she sat up and we traded places.

Her pussy looked so pretty, it was almost clean shaven, with a patch of light brown hair at the top. She opened her legs and rubbed herself. Her eyes were closed, mouth open slightly, with the same soft "Oooooh" coming from it. I knelt down and softly kissed her love nest. It was already glistening, I could tell she was very horny. My tongue softly licked around where her fingers were and I actually kissed her fingers while they were working their magic, she tasted oh, so sweet! My tongue probed inside her and my fingers went inside as well, opening her pussy up further. I boldly pushed my tongue as far inside as I could, Blake was now screaming out in ecstasy. My tongue was awash in her pussy juices. I could tell she'd climaxed. I pulled out of her and licked my way up her body until I was at her tits again, I licked those like before. 

"Oh baby...oh my god..." was all she could say.

She could see how hard I was. She looked at me and nodded. I reached over to the nightstand and found a Trojan. She sat up.

"Let me, I like doing this." She said.

I lay back and she put the condom on me, then held it in her hands. She swung herself over it and lowered herself down. Once it was fully in, she slid down until it was fully inside her, then threw her head back again, emitting a long slow moan as her tits were thrust upward. She began rocking herself back and forth, bracing herself on my shoulders.

"Oh yes...sooo good!" she said as she got into a rhythm with me. She looked down and was smiling now.

"I like this..." she said breathlessly

I was getting off on the sight of her tits moving back and forth.

She looked down at me again, then ran her fingers through her hair, playmate style before shaking it playfully and giggling. Then she leaned down and kissed me deeply as we hugged each other. I gently pulled her down off and out of me. She seemed to know what I wanted and turned around, offering up her ass to me. She stuck it way up and she gasped as it entered her.

"Oh my god, we can see ourselves!" she said laughing.

She was right, the mirror on the wall showed me behind her and Blake watching herself as I thrust into her.

"Just like a movie." I said as I banged into her, then leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Our own special film." I said.

Blake sighed in response as I kept fucking her.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me baby! Fuck me..." she said. "Oh god...oh god...I'm coming...Oh god!" and she let out a scream as she climaxed.

I slowed down and pulled out.

She lay beside me as I prepared to enter her missionary-style.

I must've been saving my best for last, because this felt the best of all. I varied my pace from fast to slow, Blake wrapped her arms and legs around me and I was close to her ears, she could hear my breathing and whispered words of love to me.

"Oh yes...that's it...oh Jim...this feels sooo good...oh god...please make love...please make love to me...oh god yes..." she said softly in my ear.

I looked into her eyes, she smiled and closed her eyes saying "yes." over and over.

Then she made things even more interesting as I fucked her slowly.

"Tu es mon home" She said over and over.

Whatever it was, it was turning me on, big time!

I started fucking her harder and she said the same thing

"Tu es mon home" she began saying louder.

I could hold out no more!

"Blake, I'm gonna come, oh my god...Huh-yeahhhhh!" I yelled as I blasted inside her.

She was screaming out with pleasure as all my energy was released into her and I felt myself collapse.

"Oh my god...I felt that! Oh my god...baby...oh baby..." she said as her voice trailed off and her orgasm subsided.

I slowly slid off her and she wrapped herself around my side, laying her head on my chest and slowly rubbing my chest with her hand.

"Tu es magnifique!" she whispered in my ear.

"I think you're practicing for your trip, what was all that you said?" I asked, trying to bring myself back to reality.

Blake giggled.

"I was saying 'you are my man', honey." She whispered.

"And what else?"

"Ah, Tu es magnifique" she said. "It means...'you are incredible'...which you are." She said with a smile and a kiss.

"I should be saying that to you." I said kissing her back.

She smiled and we kissed again, then we let our bodies relax. We got under the bed covers and fell into a deep sleep.

The fact that we'd been shooting all night for a week had really thrown off our body clocks. But that didn't seem to faze Blake. She enjoyed the sleep she was getting, and I did too. When she was asleep, I took that as my incentive to get work done on my laptop. She looked so beautiful in slumber, the way the light was hitting her. I was so tempted to photograph her that way. 

We both had planes to catch back to our respective homes. She drove me to the airport the next morning. Chris was waiting for me there and the look on his face was priceless as he saw me walk in with Blake Lively on my arm.

"Oh, so you're the guy he's always talking about!" she said laughing.

"I must be..." Chris said with apprehension. He didn't know if the talk was good or bad. I just smiled.

Blake led me over to a corner of the departures area.

"OK, I'm gonna be strong here..." she said hesitantly.

"Me too." I replied.

"I really loved being with you...and I'm gonna miss you." She said.

"I will too, you...you are very special...I wish you all the best...please call me." I said.

"I will, um, I'll be back in LA after the film finishes. Please, let's get together." She said.

"Didn't we hear that song when we were filming one night?" I said.

Blake laughed that child-like laugh of hers, then she kissed me.

"You take care, baby." She said and handed me a card with her phone number on it. The she walked down the long hallway to her gate. But not before turning and blowing me an elegant kiss.

I smiled, waved, and watched her disappear.

Then I went back to where Chris was sitting, his legs stretched out. I sat and did the same.

"Well, just another day in the life of 'Hollywood Jim', huh?" He said.

I smiled and playfully whacked him with a newspaper I had, we both laughed.

Our flight was called and we headed back for LA.

This had been our biggest contract to date. And word got back to Paramount Pictures how good the film was, how good Blake was, and who the still photographers had been. 

Chris was beyond happy.

And I was beyond tired.

How I got myself out of bed the morning after we returned, I don't know. But FedEx was at the door with a package.

"For me?" I asked sleepily.

"That's your name right?" the guy said looking down at his clipboard.

"Yes." 

"Then it must be for you." He said.

A smart-ass FedEx guy. It was, as Willie Nelson said, "the last thing I needed first thing in the morning".

I opened the package and found a Williams-Sonoma pressure cooker with a note attached;

"Next time, I'll make dinner."

There was also a ziploc bag with a Fillmore West shirt inside. I slid it open and could smell the Chanel` perfume Blake had worn throughout our time together on the shirt. I deeply inhaled the beautiful scent and smiled. I could just picture Blake standing before me in this shirt, looking oh so sexy! 

A note was attached to the bag too;

"Something to remember me by, with all my love, Blake."

Tony Bennett was right, "I Left My Heart in San Francisco".



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 21



The fitness culture is probably as much a part of LA as paparazzi and rehab centers. They seem to work in tandem with one another. I wasn't a paparazzi and I certainly wasn't rehab, so the fitness side seemed to be for me. Chris and I had gotten memberships at Gold's Gym although he rarely used his (and somehow looked like he did). I liked the routines and the atmosphere of the place, so that quickly became a part of my weekend. IPod on, treadmill on, 3 mile run going on. Followed by weights, swimming and whatever else caught my eye. And for that matter, whoever caught my eye. In this case it was a pretty blonde wearing striped Nike running pants and matching Nike sports bra that really showed off her assets, front and rear. She was walking on the treadmill next to me. She had her IPod on and was in a groove as she walked, occasionally taking a sip of water, and catching each other's eyes. 

"Good tunes?" I boldly said to her while in the midst of my run.

"Oh, yeah. What about you?" she answered.

"Mountain Jam, Allman Brothers...I use it to...pace my run" I said while still running.

"How long is that?" she asked.

"'Bout 30 minutes and change..." I said with a smile. "It's in the drum solo part now." I answered.

"30 minutes? Man! That's one long song!" she said surprised.

"Makes for...a good run...it doesn't feel like 30...but when it ends...you've run 3 miles." I said.

"That's smart." She said.

"I'm Jim..."

"Kaley, Kaley Cuoco." She said.

"That's one unique...name." I said, still running.

"It's short for Katelyn." She said.

"That's unique too." I answered.

She laughed at my quick wit.

"Well, you have a good run, 'Mr. Mountain Jam'. Nice meeting you." She said as she stepped off her treadmill and went off to another part of the club.

"Yes, you too." I said.

Well, that was nice, I thought.

A week later I was back but this girl Kaley was nowhere to be found. I did my normal workout and as I was leaving, a blue VW Beetle convertible pulled up, its top down, and its driver hopping out with her workout bag. It was Kaley.

"Hey! Mr. Mountain Jam! You're leaving?" She said as she recognized me.

"Yeah, sorry I missed you." I replied as I got to my car.

"Well, next time then." She said.

"OK, another time darlin'." I said as I drove away.

Up the road was a coffee shop, I'd usually go in there after my workout and read the newspapers with a large coffee, trying to look intelligent. That was the other part to my workout. The "after-party" as it was.

It was a few days later when I was in there and not long after I sat down that out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue VW pull up outside. I didn't think much of it until I saw someone standing in front of me. I looked up and there was Kaley. She was wearing red Nike running pants and a matching Nike jacket with a white t-shirt underneath.

"OK, now I remember where I know you from." She quickly said.

"Excuse me?" I said, confused.

"We were in a movie." She said, smiling.

"Huh?" I was still confused.

"Sunshine Daydream. You were the guy Blake Lively kissed!" she said, excited.

"Whoa, wait a minute, how could you know that?" I asked.

"Because I was in that scene too, I'm her co-worker in the film. I die in the end too, but that's another story." She explained.

I suddenly remembered her. She was in the same scene with Blake when I got the surprise "I'll show HIM!" kiss from Blake's character. 

"Oh my..." I was speechless.

"I can't believe you didn't remember me!" she said laughing.

"Whoa, I must've been blinded by movie stardom." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh, I wouldn't say so." She said.

"So where are you headed?" I asked.

"Back home, I just finished my workout, and I'm filming tomorrow."

"Filming on what?"

"The Big Bang Theory. It's the TV show I'm on." She said.

"Oh yeah! Now I remember what I know YOU from." I realized. "I love that show, I went to school with guys like that. I was always a junior level geek anyway." 

"Right!" she said. "Are you still doing photo work?"

"Uh-huh, it's kinda slow now." I said.

"So...you're not doing much now, huh?" she said slowly.

"Right, uh, why?" I was suspicious.

"Well...I figured we could get some lunch somewhere... like, uh, my place." She said.

"Oh! Well, uh, sure. Where do you live?" I replied hesitantly.

"Just follow me." She said.

And we were off to her place. Kaley had a luxury condo a few miles away. It looked like the first home of a TV actress with cushy furniture and a gourmet kitchen. No backyard pool yet, though. Kaley dropped her workout bag near the door and headed for the kitchen.

"What do you want to drink? I've got fruit juice, Coke, beer, water..."

"Oh, water will be fine." I said.

Kaley returned with 2 waters.

"I hope you're OK with this, I'm a vegetarian." She said.

"That's fine." I said.

"Great, I'm always uncertain what guys will say about that." She said as she went back to the kitchen. I followed her in. She was quickly at work on lunch as I sat and watched her. She'd removed her jacket and the t-shirt hung loosely on her, but still showed a great chest underneath. And the pants showed off a great ass as well. 

"You must workout a lot." I said.

"Thanks, I used to play a lot of tennis when I was younger. How can you tell anyway?" she replied.

"Well...just looking at, uh..." I started to say, I just knew I'd talked myself into a corner here!

"Oh, looking at my ass, huh?" she said with a smile. "Yeah, it gets me noticed. These too." She said pointing to her tits and smiling.

"Yeah, those are nice too." I said then quickly realized what I'd just said. "I mean, it's clear you workout a lot!" I said trying to recover.

"I know what you mean, and hey, I like the compliments." She said as she sat down next to me. "And, um, I like what you said." She continued in a softer voice.

"Well, guess I, uh, know what I'm talking about." I replied.

"Yes...you do." She said looking at me. She had incredibly green eyes and her face had a look of desire on it.

She leaned in and softly kissed me.

"Well...what was that for?" I asked, stunned at how things suddenly changed.

"It's for Mister Mountain Jam, that's who." She said with a smile.

We both laughed.

I leaned over and kissed her now, she tasted so nice. We continued kissing one another. Kaley leaned back and smiled.

"Would you like to see my bedroom?" she asked.

"Um, yes. Yes I would." I said hesitantly

We stood and she led me down a hallway to her bedroom.

She stood next to her bed and we kissed some more, I got up the courage to touch her tits, they felt very soft through the shirt's material and she moaned in response.

"Maybe we'd be more comfortable without our clothes." She said softly.

I nodded in agreement.

Kaley stepped back and removed her shirt, revealing a thin white bra, then she slid that off revealing her tits, they were a nice C size. She looked somewhat embarrassed to be doing this in front of me. I smiled slightly.

"It's OK, don't feel embarrassed, what you're doing and all. It ain't easy for me either." I said reassuringly as I stripped off my shirt and running pants until I was down to my underwear. She was naked except for white floral design panties.

"Wait, can I...can I kiss you again?" she asked in a halting voice.

"You can kiss me all you want Kaley." I said.

We deeply kissed and I could feel my dick getting hard against her underwear.

"OK, I'm...I'm ready now." She said softly.

"Maybe we should take these off together?" I suggested.

"Yes, that's a good idea." She replied.

We then slowly took off our underwear, leaving us naked in front of one another.

Kaley looked fabulous, her blonde hair shimmered in the light, her tits were nice handfuls with tiny nipples, and she was a "true blonde" alright. She was still shy and hesitant as we looked at each other. I was fully aroused now, and that might explain her hesitation.

"You look beautiful." We both said in unison, then laughing.

We held each other tenderly and experienced a wonderful naked kiss, and she looked down at my dick.

"Oh, my god," she said slowly. "You're ready to go. I've never seen one like yours, you know um, fully, um erect." She said like she was fumbling for the words. And hesitant to actually say them.

"Um, thanks. It's strange to hear somebody say that." I said, I was fumbling for the right words too.

Kaley went to the bed and lay down on her side, I joined her and we continued kissing and fondling one another. She lay on her back and I began to kiss her beautiful tits, gently fondling and kissing her nipples. She was breathing heavily and occasionally uttering "Oh, yes..." throughout. My other hand went down to her pussy, it felt soft and wet

"Hey, baby..." she whispered.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Lean back, I'll blow you." She said.

I did as I was told, she moved down the bed and held my dick while kissing it lightly on the tip. Then began licking the tip and slowly working it into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around the shaft and I shivered as the sensation went all through my body. She looked at me as she came off it, and smiled.

"You like that?" she asked.

"Feels great..." I said. 

"Good. Now you do me." And she swung her legs over my head and lowered her pussy to my face and we got into a 69. She continued to lick and suck me while I kissed and licked her pussy. She occasionally let out an "Oh!" as I pleasured her. She came off my dick and lay close to me, smiling.

"Mmmm...that was sooo good." She cooed.

"You feel wonderful." I whispered to her.

"Oh, thank you." She said as she kissed me. Then took a deep breath and said; "I'm ready for you now."

"You want to..." I said slowly.

"Yes...I want to feel you inside me." She said.

"Okay." I replied.

She went over to her nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. The box hadn't been opened yet.

"Guess that tells you how, um, often I...I do this." She said hesitantly.

"That's fine, makes it more special when you do." I said.

"Aw, you're so sweet." She said smiling.

Kaley lay on her back and opened her legs wide, her mouth was open slightly and she smiled a little, she knew what was going on. I looked at her again, and she nodded, those green eyes looking so beautiful. My dick slid into her pussy and she breathed in heavily.

"Ohhh...baby...yes..." she cooed.

I started to move in and out of her, her tits looked so sexy as they moved up and down with every stroke, Kaley was smiling and her eyes were closed with every stroke, her mouth open. I fucked her faster and she responded even more.

"Oh god! Yeah! Oh yeah...that's it! Uh-huh! OH MY GODDDD!!! YEAH!!!" she yelled. "I'M COMING! OH GOD! YEAH!"

And then her body relaxed as we kissed.

"Wow, that was unreal..." she said softly as her voice trailed off. "Come on, fuck me some more." She said now.

I resumed my pace with her, she still looked so hot. I reached behind hr back and pulled her closer to me and we kissed as I fucked her. She was breathing heavy into my ear, occasionally letting out little cries of pleasure. She was wearing me out.

"You wanna...do another position?" I said, breathlessly.

"Oh, yeah, do me from behind." She said as she turned around and stuck her cute ass up. I got behind her and shoved my dick in her. She let out a loud "HUH-YEAH!" as I started to fuck her. I grasped her waist and started to pound into her now. I was feeling the stirrings of my own orgasm coming, it was building inside me.

"I'm gonna come Kaley...I'm gonna come...Ohhhgoddddd yeahhhhh!" I yelled as I exploded into her. She was screaming out as I exploded, then we collapsed onto the bed, my dick still inside her. She was still breathing heavy as we slowly came back to earth. The bedroom was so silent, only our breathing could be heard. We looked at each other and smiled. 

"Wow...oh man...wow..." she whispered, her voice drifting off and her green eyes rolling back. She snuggled up close to me and smiled, we kissed again.

"That was beautiful...I forgot how good all that feels." She said.

"Beautiful...just beautiful." I said, just like she did, my voice was trailing off too.

"All this felt so good, I've had some bad experiences before, that's why I was so nervous." She explained. "I wish we could do this some more." She said with a smile.

"Well...give me some time to recharge and we can." I said

She giggled and then kissed me. We lay in each other's arms and fell asleep.

Kaley kissed me awake, saying she had to go meet her parents for dinner. 

"Oh, throwing me out already are 'ya?" I said.

"I know, let's get together again in a few days, we'll meet at the gym and, well, have some fun." She said with a sly smile.

"I'd like that." I replied.

We kissed again and I headed home.

That was some big bang alright!



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 22



The Christmas season in California was different for me. I didn't have to deal with snowstorms as much as I had back east, and I only had to deal with the airlines for my trip back home. Chris and I hadn't been home for quite awhile, he had already shut down the office for 2 weeks and planned to leave on his own, but not before one last bit of fun. 

Our old club impresario Derek Adams was throwing his annual Christmas party at his club, "The Eagle". Chris was excited about the invitation. I was reluctant, but figured I owed it to myself to go. We'd worked like crazy all year, had gone to England, met celebs we'd only seen before in pictures, heck, we deserved to go!

I rode over to the party with Chris. Derek's club was packed on this December night. Multi-colored lights were everywhere and gave off a beautiful glow. Derek laid out an immense spread of food and drinks. The Tigress girls were there, but as partygoers. They'd had quite a year too, they had 2 platinum selling albums, and their manager, Chuck Tyler was suddenly a music biz power player. I hovered in the back of the room most of the evening. Various friends came by to wish me a Merry Christmas. I guess I was lucky that none of them had been, shall we say, "overnight guests" of mine.

Around midnight, I was about ready to leave. I was gonna see if Chris was ready or if I should make my own arrangements. When fate stepped in;

"Hey Hollywood..." a sweet voice said.

"Uh-oh..." I said to myself.

The sweet voice belonged to Paris Hilton.

"I couldn't let you get away without wishing you a Merry Christmas, you know." She said with her trademark smile. She wore a simple red dress, her blonde hair slightly curled. A gold necklace with a diamond heart topped it off. 

"Well, ho-ho-ho, look's who's here. And have you been a good little girl this year?" I said with a touch of Santa in my voice.

"Of course!" she giggled.

She immediately hugged me and whispered in my ear.

"Merry Christmas, Jim. Your present's in my car."

"My present?" I replied, confused.

Paris nodded with a smile.

"C'mon, let's get a drink." She said leading me to the bar.

We got glasses of wine and found a quiet table in the back.

"So, what's Christmas like for you this year?" I asked.

"I'm having my whole family at my place Christmas Eve." She said, then her eyes widened; "You should come over! You'd love my family. I know they'd love to meet you."

"Oh man, I wish I could. I'm flying back home tomorrow morning." I said and then looked at my watch. "Actually in a few hours."

"Going home to see your family?" she said wistfully.

"Yes, couple of family parties my presence is required at." I said.

Our eyes met and she smiled.

"Do they know what you do out here?" she asked with a sly tone.

"Sure they do." I answered.

"Yeah, but do they know what you're REALLY doing?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, well, that's another, uh, story." I said hesitantly, then added; "I'll plead the fifth on that!"

We both laughed.

"They're probably gonna think I'm some big shot out here. You know, hanging out with starlets and all." I said.

"Well, aren't you?" Paris asked.

"Yeah, but how'd they figure it out?" I wondered.

We both laughed even more.

"Well, I have to say that you're one special guy. I always have a good time with you, and you deserve everything that comes with this time of year." She said with a big smile.

"Wow, uh, thank you." I said, flattered that she felt this way about me.

"So, come with me." She said as she stood up.

"Wha-come with you where?" I was confused.

"Let's get your Christmas gift." She said.

"My Christmas gift?" I was still confused.

Paris held my hand as we went through a side exit of the club and out to a private car lot Derek kept behind the club. For December, it was a warm night. I could hear the muted party sounds from inside the club, and the LA traffic was heard too. In the dim light, I could see a Bentley was parked there. 

"Nice wheels!" I said. "I've never seen one up close before."

"Yeah, it's mine." She said. "I like it a lot, it's very classy."

"Just like it's owner." I said with a bit of charm.

Paris smiled widely as she came over to me and hugged me.

"Like I said, you're a special guy 'Mr. Hollywood'." She said very sweetly to me.

"So are you, Miss Paris." I replied with a quick kiss on her cheek.

"And since it's the Christmas season, you deserve a special gift." She said as she kissed me back, this time with more passion. She leaned me up against the front of her car and felt the crotch of my pants as we kissed some more. I reached up and felt her tits through her dress, she responded immediately with gentle moans.

"Mmmm...that's it honey...right there." She whispered.

I was quickly getting hard the longer she touched and caressed me.

"Just the way I like it." She said.

Paris now pulled my zipper down and felt inside for my dick. When it popped out she looked up at me and smiled. Then she crouched down and took my dick into her hot mouth. Her lips and tongue felt so slick and soft as they caressed my dick. Her hands' were gently stroking it too. I tried not to be self-conscious as all this was happening. If the paparazzi out front somehow saw this, imagine the scandal!

"Oh Jim, you've got the nicest dick." She said as she looked up at me.

Paris stood up and we switched places, she started to pull her dress up.

"Pull my panties down, it's your turn." She said in that sweet, sexy, "Paris voice".

I reached down and felt the front of her silk panties, it was warm to the touch, then I felt inside, and she was wet to the touch. She giggled as she felt my hand reach inside. I then slid them down and saw her love nest, as smooth as ever. Nothing was ever out of place with Paris Hilton. 

I got up close and softly kissed her pussy. She tasted as sweet as ever. And my tongue got to work making her feel as good as she'd made me. Paris was letting out a stream of soft "Oh's" as I licked her. My tongue now went inside her, and Paris felt it.

"Oh my god! Oh! Oh! Oh baby!" she cried out. I felt her hands grab the top of my head and push me further inside her. As she relaxed her grip, her body relaxed as well.

"Honey...let me...let me catch my breath." She said.

I stood up and she was smiling, her eyes slightly closed.

"Wow...I didn't expect that." She said.

I embraced her, and she felt my still hard dick. She pulled her dress up further and held my dick and guided it towards her pussy. She leaned back on the hood of her car as I slid inside her. She breathed in slightly as she felt me enter her.

"Ahh...that's it...nice..." she said. "Fuck me baby."

And I did.

I didn't ease into things, I went all out. She was gasping and moaning constantly. I think even she was surprised at how much energy I had. It felt so illicit, what we were doing here, under the cover of darkness. But we both loved it. And I could feel things build within me. Paris did too.

"Oh yeah baby...yes...uh-huh...baby...oh god yes! I'm coming...oh god I'm coming!" she cried out.

With a gut-level thrust I came too, exploding into her hot pussy.

We kissed one another as my explosion subsided. I knew I'd filled her up.

"Oh my god Jim...that was incredible." She said softly to me.

Then she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas Hollywood Jim." She said with a smile.

"Man... that's a great Christmas gift." I said breathlessly.

Paris stood up, a little wobbly at first. 

"Oh, that wasn't your Christmas gift." She said.

"Huh?" I said, obviously confused. 

"This is..." and she lovingly placed a set of keys in my hand.

The keys had the Bentley logo on them.

"What's this?" I asked.

"It looks like a set of keys. And they go to the Bentley we just fucked on. It's yours." She said very nonchalantly.

"You're giving me a...a...car?" I said, stunned.

"Sure, I won't be using it, and I think someone like you would like it." She said.

"I can't take this!" I protested.

"Sure you can. Look, if you don't like it, sell it. Get yourself a new Honda. But at least hold onto it for awhile, you can feel like a prince. You're already one to me, you know."

"Paris, I-I-I don't know what to say." I stammered.

"Merry Christmas, Hollywood." She said as she kissed me. Then she looked at her watch.

"Oh, my gosh, I have to go too. You have a good flight Jim. Tell your family you're friends with me!" she said with a smile as she went back inside the club.

I stood there, looking at my Christmas present. 

"Sir? Sir?" I heard a voice say.

I looked up and a United Airlines stewardess was standing over me.

"We've landed in Hartford, sir. Do you need help getting off?" she asked.

"Getting off, I just did..." I said sleepily and suddenly realized where I was.

I looked out the window. There was snow on the ground and I was on a nearly empty plane. I quickly apologized for my predicament. I grabbed my carry-on bag and quickly left the plane. I'd had a magazine in my lap and glanced down at it as I left the plane.

It had a picture of Paris Hilton with a black Bentley convertible. The caption read "A ride fit for a prince, or an heiress".

I guess I'd had a Christmas dream. 

But what a dream it was.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 23



Chuck Tyler had been a valuable contact early on. His management of the female duo Tigress had paid off big not just for him, but us as well. Wherever they went, we were there as photographers for their website. Our work was seen all over the internet, it got us jobs on films, at festivals, TV appearances, you name it. So anytime we got a call from him, it was always something big. 

We'd just gotten back from the job on the movie "Sunshine Dreamer" when Chuck called, asking us to a morning meeting at his office.

"Why would he have us go to his place? That's so unlike him." I asked Chris as we headed there in his Porsche.

"I think he just wants to show he's a big shot, that's all." Chris said as he navigated the morning traffic.

Chuck's office certainly had a great address; the Capitol Records Tower on Hollywood and Vine. 

We arrived at his office near the top floor and his secretary escorted us in. The office was massive, with an early 60's look that seemed straight out of that TV series "Mad Men". There was a cushy seating area with plasma TV, a full bar, even a vintage Wurlitzer jukebox. Chuck was behind the curved desk talking on the phone. He waved us in and we sat down.

"There's my guys!" he said with gusto, shaking our hands. "Well, whaddaya think of this place, great huh?" he said stretching his arms out like an emperor surveying his kingdom.

"It's you alright, Chuck." said Chris.

"I love it, this used to be Sinatra's office." He said as he poured coffee for us.

Chris and I turned and looked at each other with a "yeah, right!" expression.

"Uh, Frank junior or Frank senior?" Chris said leaning over to my side and whispering.

"It's gotta be Junior, Senior hated the guys at Capitol." I said. 

"I heard that!" Chuck said with his back turned. "But I still love you two, you know that."

We took our coffees and Chuck pulled out a file.

"OK, let's get down to business." Chuck said as he clapped his hands. "Have you heard about the Triple Threat tour?" he said.

We both shook our heads.

"Good, because it hasn't been announced yet. But it will be this time next week." Chuck pulled out 2 sheets of paper that appeared to be itineraries.

"It's a 22 city tour with Beyonce', Rhianna and Tigress. That's where the name comes from. And you guys will do the photos. Not just for Tigress, but Rhianna has asked for you guys too. You apparently worked with her once?"

"Well, yeah, down in Palm Springs, we did some shots for her album." I said. "I'm surprised she remembered us."

I certainly remembered her!

"Well, the question here is, are you guys interested in the gig?" Chuck asked.

"Would we be doing all three performers?" I asked.

"Not Beyonce', she has her own team, she let the others choose who they wanted. I think that's a fair trade." Chuck said.

"How long is this tour again?" Chris asked as he looked at the itinerary.

"22 cities, multiple night gigs in New York, Chicago and LA. The tour starts in Houston at the Toyota Center. That was Beyonce's idea, it's her hometown and all." Chuck replied. 

"Oh, I almost forgot, this might make your decision a little easier. Look at page 2" He said.

We turned to page 2 and saw what our salary would be for the tour. All I could see was a dollar sign and a whole lot of zeroes. Chris and I looked at each other, I could see the dollar signs spinning in his eyes already.

"I think you just got yourself a photo team." Chris said.

"That's my guys!" Chuck said enthusiastically. "OK, Tigress is doing their rehearsals on Friday, I'll see you there."

We stood, shook hands again and walked out of the office as Chuck was back working the phones. He was never one to waste time, he made his deals fast then moved on to the next one.

As we walked down the elegant hallway loaded with gold records and photos, Chris was whistling "We're in the Money", I joined him and we made for an odd sight walking past the secretaries to the elevators. We were still whistling as we got back to Chris' Porsche. Then we got in and looked around the garage.

Then we started screaming.

"Can you believe this?" Chris yelled.

"Un-freakin'-real!!!" I screamed.

We'd really hit the big time. 

The tour would begin in Houston at the Toyota Center in just a few weeks time. Mercedes-Benz would be sponsoring the entire tour. So we knew everything would be first-class all the way. I was a little intrigued at the idea that Rhianna had chosen us to do photos, she remembered me? It had been awhile since our Palm Springs encounter, did I make that much of an impression on her?

At the end of the week, Tigress went through their rehearsals and we prepared ourselves for the press conference announcing the tour.

The conference was a big affair at the Beverly Hills Hotel. It was chaotic as you'd expect, flashbulbs everywhere, reporters shouting questions, TV crews jockeying for position. We had the advantage of an all-access pass that got us up on the stage near the girls. At one point I turned and bumped into an enormous figure who sternly asked to see my pass. When it met with his satisfaction, he turned to another gentleman behind him and said "He's cool, boss." The other man nodded and I went about my business. It was only later I found out it was Beyonce's "husband" Jay-Z whom I'd encountered. Beyonce' was resplendent in a gold mini-dress. Rhianna wore a black leather Mercedes racing jacket and blue jeans. "Candy" and "Mandy" wore identical football jerseys with "Triple Threat 08" on the front and their names on the back. All were enthusiastic about the tour and one another. When the conference ended, Beyonce' was quickly hustled out of the ballroom by her people. Chuck brought Candy and Mandy over with Rhianna and were gushing with compliments about us. Rhianna coolly smiled.

"Hi, good to see you guys again, it's been a long time." She said in an easy, but shy tone of voice.

"Let's get a quick photo of the three of you." Chuck quickly suggested.

I could see her eyes were fixed on me more than anyone else as we snapped some photos of the trio. As Chuck escorted the girls out, I ran into Amy Adamson from Island Records. She'd been our contact when we'd previously worked together in Palm Springs.

"Hey! Been awhile, pal! I'm glad to see you guys will be on the tour." She said happily.

"Oh, you bet! We're very happy." I said.

"Well, here's something even better. Rhianna wants to meet you at her place tonight." She said with a smile.

"Me? What for?" I asked, stunned.

"You need to ask? She asked for you personally. That should tell you something." Amy replied. "Here's the address, see you at 7 tonight." She handed me a business card as she walked away.

Now Chris came over to me.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Uh, I have a meeting with Rhianna tonight." I said slowly.

"Business or pleasure?"

"I'm not sure." I said, still confused by this whole scenario.

"Hey, go for it, man. If it's business, you know all the details. I trust you. I've gotta get things setup for when we're gone anyway. If it's pleasure..." He smiled. "Well, have fun 'Hollywood'." He said with a chuckle as he went out to his truck.

As 7:00 drew closer, I was a nervous wreck. Anytime I meet someone new a wave of terror often comes over me. 

I looked at the card Amy gave me with the address of Rhianna's house.

"2112 Bravo Drive." I read aloud. It suddenly hit me where the house was, just down the road from Paris Hilton's place, lovely, I thought.

As I drove slowly down the secluded road, I passed by Paris' house, it seemed to be dark. That's good, I thought.

When I got to 2112, it was a dark home with few lights on.

I buzzed the gate and hesitantly gave my name.

The gate buzzed open and I drove up to the front. It was somewhat similar to Paris' home in design. My car pulled into the circular gravel driveway. But there was no one to meet me. I got out and looked around, it was eerily quiet. Only a few lights were on outside. I walked up to the front door and it creaked open, the inside was just as dim.

"Hello?" I called.

"Hey! Come on in, I'm in the back!" I heard a female voice call from deep inside.

I slowly walked towards the back of the house. There were no other lights on in this big home. The kitchen seemed to be the only room with lights on. As I entered, Rhianna was there making drinks. She just had on a green t-shirt and yoga pants.

"Hey, baby!" she said with a big smile as she hugged me. "It's so good to see you again Jim." 

"Hi, I-I'm surprised you remembered me." I said, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"I remember a lot of things, and you were the best thing about the Palm Springs trip." She said sweetly.

"I was?" I said, still confused.

"Sure, anybody who could put up with me that weekend is memorable!" she said with a laugh. "Now, I'm trying my hand at martinis. I'm trying to be sophisticated." She said handing me a glass. "Try this."

I've never been much of a martini guy, that was always my Dad's drink of choice. But this one was quite good.

"Whoa, that's not bad." I said.

"Alright! I'm gettin' good at this." She said with a smile. "Come on, let's sit outside."

She led me out to the backyard, there was a pool (naturally) and an elegant patio area. She looked so simple, yet so sweet. We sat at a table and she talked about the tour.

"So, are you excited about the tour?" she asked while sipping her drink.

"Sure! We've never been on a tour like this before, it's always been just one day gigs, this is almost like a paid vacation for us." I said.

"Yes, but are YOU excited about the tour?" she asked again, slowly this time.

"What do you mean?" I was confused by her, again.

"Well, I asked for you for a very good reason." She replied.

"I'm not following you." I said, I wasn't sure where she was going with this, and it really confused me.

"We had some fun last time didn't we?" she said, her chin resting on her hand.

"Yes, but, uh, then again, that whole weekend seemed like a blur." I began. "One minute you hated everything, and then we were, uh..."

"We were having fun." She said with a big smile.

"Uh, yes, we were." I said hesitantly.

"That's why I asked for you on the tour, to have fun." She said, still smiling. 

"Wh-wh-what do you mean?" I stammered

Like I said, a wave of terror sometimes comes over me when I meet someone. And especially when that someone gets me in a situation saying; "we'll have some fun."

Rhianna came over to me and sat on my lap.

"You're a cool guy Jim, you're not interested in me to get something, you just do your job..." and she kissed me on the cheek. "...and you do it well. That's why I wanted you here."

She kissed me again, this time on the lips. Her lips felt so soft and wet, and we gazed into one another's eyes.

"Remember that?" she said softly with a smile.

"Yes, I do." I replied.

We kissed deeper now, I could feel her tongue slowly merge with mine.

"Oh, I forgot how good that felt." She said with a smile.

We embraced one another now, she felt incredibly warm, and she smelled so delicate and beautiful. Like a tropical flower.

"Let's go inside..." she said as our lips parted.

She led me inside the house, it was a good thing she knew the layout because in the darkness I would've surely broken my leg if I'd been "asked to lead" as it were.

"Why is it so dark anyway?" I wondered aloud.

"Well, there's no furniture in any other rooms." She said with a slight laugh. "So I'd rather not be reminded of that by having the lights on."

"For some reason, that makes sense." I said.

She laughed easier now.

She now led me upstairs, and we were in her bedroom. It was Spartan, and dimly lit, with a king-size platform bed in the middle. There were French doors leading out to a balcony and white curtains gently blew in the night time breeze. She turned and we kissed standing up. Her body felt so tight and toned against mine. I shuddered as her hands went under my polo shirt. She chuckled at my nervousness.

"You haven't changed a bit!" she laughed.

"Neither have you." I said with a smile.

My hands now began to touch her. Her eyes closed slightly and she let the feelings come over her. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples began to show through her shirt. She seemed to move slightly with my touch, and become looser. And her mouth emitted soft sounds of pleasure. I boldly kissed her neck and that made her moan even more.

"Baby...that feels so good..." she cooed.

We both gazed into one another's eyes. Her hair was still that short, pixyish cut, and it drooped over her eyes seductively. I softly brushed it back so her face was completely visible. She smiled at me as we held each other close.

"Would you like to...take my clothes off?" she said softly and seductively.

"Do you want me to?" I asked.

She nodded in agreement.

I took a deep breath and felt under her t-shirt, slowly bringing it up and over her. Her tits looked so inviting. Her nipples were erect and I caressed them as I looked into her eyes. She was smiling at me and seductively licking her lips. I took a deep breath and moved down to her pants. I slipped my hands inside them and could feel lacy silk panties. The material felt so smooth. 

"Please take them off, I'm so hot for you baby" she whispered in my ear.

I slid her pants down and the underwear with them.

She was naked in front of me. I gasped slightly at the vision before me. Here was this island goddess, seen and heard all over the world, naked in front of me. And she seemed to like it. She took a few steps back and gave the full picture.

"What do you think?" she said in that sexy voice.

"I think...I...I should be like you." I replied.

"Well, what are you waitin' for babe?" she said

She giggled as she came up close to me and kissed me.

I removed my shirt and she ran her hands over my chest before undoing my belt and letting my pants drop to the floor. Now I was naked in front of her.

"Oh, let me look at you now." She said, smiling.

Rhianna gazed at the "vision" (?) before her. Then slowly put her hand over her heart. She was inhaling slowly.

"You...look so good." She said slowly.

"I do?" I said, somewhat confused. But then again, this whole evening was confusing.

"Yes...come here." She said, beckoning me with her finger.

We embraced and kissed naked. Now my dick was realizing the situation and could feel where it was, it was close to Rhianna's love nest.

"I feel it...oh my god...I can feel it." She said softly as we kissed.

I looked down and could see I was fully erect now.

"Oh my..." I heard myself say.

Rhianna smiled.

"Yeah...oh my!" she said with a giggle.

She reached down and held my dick in her soft hands. It stood out against her dark skin and she held it like a precious diamond.

"It's just like I remembered it." She said as she knelt down and took it into her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she went up and down its length, her red lips were like neon lights on it. I was the one breathing heavily. 

"Oh my...Rhianna...oh my..." I said unconsciously.

"Oh yeah baby." She replied.

She now stood up and went over to the bed and lay down, opening her legs wide. She was totally shaved and her smooth dark skin looked beautiful. She leaned against a pillow and rubbed herself. I went over to the bed and lay there too, watching this Caribbean beauty pleasuring herself. I suddenly found myself doing the same. She looked like she was in heaven as her eyes were closed and I could hear soft cries from her.

I moved over to where her fingers were working and replaced them with my lips and tongue. She gasped as this new feeling hit her. I could see how wet her pussy was now, and I desperately wanted it. 

"Are you OK, Rhianna?" I asked softly.

She opened her eyes and smiled widely.

"I feel fabulous, baby. I want you so bad right now." She whispered.

"OK, um, do you have..." I said hesitantly.

"Don't worry about it, I'm on the pill...just do it." She said.

I sat up and got myself in position and entered her, my dick slid into her pussy, it felt so tight and so warm.

"Ooooohhhh....yessssss." she sighed.

I began to slowly fuck her, she felt so good. Her hips reacted to my thrusts and I could see her tits heave upwards.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Uh-huh!" she said with every thrust into her. I didn't just bang her at full speed, I wanted this to last as long as I could, she felt so hot. I slowed down and lay atop her pushing in every few seconds, just to let her know I was there, I was kissing her as we fucked and she loved that too.

"Mmmm...baby...do me from behind. I really love that..." she said.

I pulled out of her and she turned over and showed me her cute little ass.

"Fuck me baby." She said with a smile.

I got up behind her and slowly pushed into her, she let out a low grunting sound, then moaned in pleasure as I fucked her.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh fuck that's it!" she cried.

I could feel my balls slapping her pussy as I banged her, man she felt good! She leaned up and turned her head attempting to kiss me, I did the same and we kissed as best we could. I started fucking her harder from behind and she was now screaming as I pounded into her. I wanted to come so bad in this beauty.

"Fuck me...oh yeah fuck me!" Rhianna screamed out.

"Oh god, Rhi...I'm coming...ohhhhh yeahhhhh!" and I exploded into her. 

She was laughing in pleasure and we collapsed onto the bed, I could feel my come dripping out of her. I was exhausted.

"Oh man...wow...oh that felt so good." She said breathlessly.

I was too exhausted to speak. I just lay there with her. Our silence spoke volumes about what we'd just done. We just held one another on the bed. Once my dick slid out of her she turned over and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"That was wonderful...I'm so glad you'll be here with me." She whispered.

"I'm just so...so..." I stammered.

She put her finger to my lips.

"I know what you want to say, baby." She said. "And I feel the same way."

We both smiled and kissed.

Rhianna pulled the bedcovers up over us.

"Let's sleep awhile baby." She said softly.

We wrapped ourselves in each others' arms and drifted off to sleep.

It was around 4AM that I awoke, Rhianna was still asleep. I could see sunlight poking through the drapes. I fully saw just how empty this room was. I didn't know what to do now, my thoughts were going between professional and romantic responsibility. I never saw myself as a "love 'em and leave 'em" type. And I wasn't going to start now that's for sure. Rhianna stirred and turned over and saw me sitting up and looking around. 

"Hey baby, you have to go?" she asked sleepily.

"Um, yes, I'm sorry, I've got an early meeting." I said quickly.

"Yeah, I do too." She sat up and stretched, even in the morning her tits looked spectacular. "OK, I'll be seeing you again soon, I know it."

She turned and kissed me.

I gathered up my clothes and saw her in bed, smiling.

"I hope you're not sad I'm leaving and all." I said.

"Of course not!" she said. "We'll be seeing one another on the tour every night. I said we'd have lots of fun right?"

"Well, yes but..." I said.

"But nothing!" she said. "You've got a job to do and so do I. One more kiss before you go."

I went over and kissed her and she felt my crotch.

"Like I said, take care of yourself, I might need this again, you know." She said with a sly smile.

"I'll see you soon." I said with a smile of my own.

"Bye, baby." She replied.

I went back downstairs, my footsteps echoing throughout the house, and to my car.

As I drove away, I wondered what else was in store for me on this tour. I pulled up to a stoplight and not far down the road saw a black Mercedes SUV driving into an address. As I got closer I realized it was going into Paris' driveway. She was apparently coming home too. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 23



"No, 'Hollywood', you've had your fun for the night." I said to myself.

This was gonna be one helluva tour, and it hadn't even started yet.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 24



We arrived in Houston 2 days before the kickoff of the Triple Threat Tour starring Beyonce', Rhianna & Tigress. All the performers were there. Our game plan was to check out the Arena and photograph the sound check for Rhianna & Tigress. After that we had an evening to ourselves and all Houston had to offer, whatever that was. Rhianna had a new band backing her and she was eager to toughen up her sound. Tigress had new material from their next album they planned to debut on the tour, as well as a new stage show befitting a tour this big. Chuck was on his cell phone 24/7 the whole time. A normal person would've lost his mind doing this, but Chuck seemed to thrive on it. It seemed like all we had to do was show up with cameras in hand. 

Hey, Fine by me! 

Once we got our rooms, I was hungry. I wanted to find an authentic Texas barbeque joint. 

I found it in the most unlikely place. 

As I was going out on my search, Chuck cornered me in the hotel lobby.

"Glad I found you, Mercedes-Benz is throwing a party tonight and you guys are invited, not as employees but as guests." He said.

"Cool! Where is it?" I said.

"The Regional Director has a place outside of town, just be here at 5, I'll handle the transportation."

Like I said, fine by me!

Chuck wasn't kidding when he said he'd handle things. At precisely 5, a black Mercedes 500 sedan, complete with chauffeur, pulled up. Chris and I looked at one another, very impressed.

The Benz rolled smoothly along the highway as the skyscrapers and strip malls disappeared and became open farmland with houses set far back from the road. We slowed down and drove under a huge iron gate with the words "Southfork Ranch" on top.

"This is a joke, right?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't think so...there's Chuck." Chris replied.

"Howdy, boys! Welcome to Southfork!" He said with a laugh.

"This isn't real is it?" I asked.

"Well, yes and no. The real ranch is up in Dallas, but that would've been a long car ride. This oil guy built an exact replica of it, and when he went bust, well, Mercedes bought it." Chuck explained.

It all made sense to me now. If you're starting a big tour, with big stars, sponsored by a big company (with money to spend), why not have a party at an address that says "big money"?

"So where's J.R., Chuck?" Chris asked sarcastically.

"Yer lookin' at him!" He replied with swagger worthy of J.R. Ewing.

The grounds had been transformed into an enormous party, with extensive food selection, fully staffed bars, a dance floor, the works. 

"Big time, 'Hollywood'...big time." Chris said as he surveyed everything.

"You said it, pal." I replied. "Where should we start?"

We both looked at each other.

"The bar." We said together.

The party served as a launch for the tour, and as a promotion for Mercedes, all their cars were there on display. A big hubbub erupted when Beyonce' and Jay-Z arrived with their entourage. She was smiling and waving to everyone as her new album played over the huge sound system. She naturally had a contingent of fierce-looking bodyguards around her that steered her to a roped-off VIP area. I figured that's as close as I'll get to her.

Again, fine by me!

I was still searching for the right barbeque to go with my bottle of Lone Star beer when Chris called me over;

"Hey, 'Hollywood'!" He was now at a table with 2 lovelies he introduced as Mercedes sales reps.

"They'll give us a nice discount on a car, can't beat that!" He said with a laugh.

"What about your Porsche?" I said.

"What Porsche?" He replied innocently.

"Right, I'll catch up with you later." I said smiling. 

Just then I felt a hand on my ass.

"Hey, baby."

It was Rhianna, looking hot in a short Mercedes jacket, black t-shirt and mini skirt combo.

"Well, hey you." I replied.

"Pretty fancy place, huh?" she said with a smile.

"Definitely Texas." I said.

"Well, that car is definitely you." She said pointing to a Mercedes SLK convertible parked nearby.

"You think so?" I said.

"Baby, I KNOW so." She said. "Let's try it out."

I went over to the CLK on display and reached for the door handle.

"No, no baby. Over here." Rhianna and her assistant led me to another part f the compound where you could actually test drive the cars on a small track. This really WAS a big piece of property.

"Let's go honey!" She said as she tossed me the keys.

The CLK sounded like a vintage British roadster as it started up.

"Should I shut up and drive?" I said jokingly.

She flashed me that distinctive "Rhianna smile" as we pulled away onto the track. The SLK handled like a dream as we buzzed around "the track" as it were. Rhianna was smiling at me the whole time. I soon felt her hand on my leg, then felt it move up my leg.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to concentrate on my driving.

"What do you think?" She answered seductively

"I think you're trying to let your fingers do the walking, Ms. Rhianna." I replied.

She giggled as we cruised around the track.

"Hey, pull over there." And she pointed to a small grove of trees. I parked the car and she leaned over and kissed me. Then she slowly released her lips.

"Hi, honey." She whispered.

"Hi." I said the same way.

She got out of the car, and I followed. We walked hand in hand to the tree grove. Once we were seemingly hidden by the tress and impending darkness, we embraced and her hands went straight to my crotch. Mine went for her tits and she was breathing heavy the whole time. My hand went under her mini skirt and her panties were already wet.

"Ohhh, that's it honey...that's it." She gasped. "I wanna see you now."

She unzipped my jeans and felt around for my dick, as soon as she found it. It immediately popped out. She giggled in response.

"Oh yeah honey...oh yeah." She said as she felt its growing hardness.

I had her jacket off and her shirt up and off her, leaving her topless in front of me. She smiled, knowing how turned on I was by this whole scene. I eagerly started sucking her nipples, they tasted so nice, her skin was soft and smelled of perfume. She held my head and slowly brought it up to kiss me. She then stepped back and unzipped the miniskirt, and she was about to slide her panties off.

"Wait, I want to do something before you take them off." I said, stopping her.

"What?" she asked.

"Just don't take them off yet." I started stripping now, she looked so sexy in her black panties that almost blended into her skin tone. Once I was down to my underwear, I stepped over to her, we kissed.

"I've always wanted to do this..." I said.

I slid my hand inside her waistband and felt her soaking wet pussy, the skin around it so smooth.

"I want you really wet." I whispered edgily in her ear.

"Oooooh baby I am...I'm so wet...so wet." She whispered back, her slight island accent made her sound even sexier.

"Let me see..." I pulled them outwards slightly so I could look inside, she was glisteningly wet. "Mmmm, I think you're ready..."

"Yes...yes...yes I'm ready Jim..." she said softly.

"Take them off slowly." I said.

It's so strange hearing me say things like this to a girl, doesn't matter if she's someone famous. I wonder if I'm really this person sometimes.

Rhianna slowly slid her panties off, we experienced that wonderful naked kiss as my dick pointed at her pussy. We slid down to the soft grass and she got on top of me, felt my dick and slid it into her pussy.

"Ohhh god...yes...oh my god..." she said exhaling.

She then started rocking herself back and forth on my dick and balancing herself on my chest. Then she got down close to me and we kissed while fucking. I caressed her tight ass as she got into a rhythm of her own, then dramatically leaned way back, her tits practically pointing at the night sky. I sat up and kissed her tits while, she was running her fingers through my hair.

"Oh yes...kiss my tits...oh baby..." she was saying through her moans.

She slowed herself down and we kissed tenderly.

"I think we better get back, let me jerk you off." She said.

Again, fine by me!

She got off my still hard dick and sat next to me and started to caress my dick. Still smiling as she'd been all night.

"You like this honey...I love your dick...the way it feels inside me." She said lovingly. "It feels so hot." 

Now she was jerking my dick up and down.

"Ohhh, I love this...love making you feel good." She continued.

I couldn't say a word, I was so blown away by what she was doing.

"Someday baby...we gotta go to Barbados together...I know a great beach there...we can fuck on the beach...I love to fuck...I love the way you fucked me." She was looking at me as she said all this.

I could feel an explosion building inside me as Rhianna continued her handiwork.

"Uh-huh...I'm gonna come Rhi...I gonna commmmme!" And I exploded.

"Oh yeah!" she said laughing. "That was good! WOW!" she said.

Once I'd exploded, she knelt down and licked off the remaining cum on my dick.

"Man, that was nice!" She said, still smiling. She quickly got up and started to dress.

"Here, keep these." And she tossed me her underwear. I laughed at the souvenir she'd given me.

I got up and dressed, we headed back to the car, and returned to the party.

"I'll see you on the tour baby." Rhianna said as she kissed me one last time.

Surprisingly, nobody noticed how long we'd been gone. Even the Mercedes guys weren't concerned as I soon found out;

"Nah, we've had a few people take the cars out and park them, it's like a lovers lane out there." The car tech said to me as I gave him the keys back. I think he knew who my driving companion was. 

"I hope you had fun, pal." He said with a smile. 

"Uh, yeah, uh, lots of fun." I muttered as we returned to the party.

Rhianna disappeared into the crowd and I found Chris, still chatting with the car reps he'd introduced me to earlier.

"Oh! Glad I found you, we need to get a move on. Chuck's called an early meeting in the morning for everybody. I'll get the driver." And he went to find our driver for the trip back.

Chris was soon asleep in the back of the Mercedes as we were driven back to Houston. 

It was certainly another night to remember for me.

Only thing was I never did find that authentic Texas barbeque joint I'd been looking for.

And the Triple Threat Tour was starting tomorrow night.

Well, that's showbiz...



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 25



The opening night of the Triple Threat Tour was an event like no other. The Toyota Center in Houston was a compete sellout as Beyonce', Rhianna & Tigress rocked the house. Chris and I were furnished with special badges and uniforms that clearly made us standout from everyone else on the staff. Chuck was in all his glory. 

The tour now made its way to Dallas, and Rhianna was as sexy as ever. She had a new band that gave her a much tougher sound, and she had thrown several classic rock songs into her show like Free's "All Right Now" the Rolling Stones "If You Can't Rock Me" and "Street Fighting Man", cleverly changing the words to "..'cause in sleepy Dallas town there's just no place for a street fighting man." getting a rousing response from the crowd. I was snapping my pictures as usual but really enjoying the show. I couldn't help but think of all the shows I'd been to long ago where I wished I'd had a camera and carte' blanche' photo privileges like we did now. Especially when Rhianna shot several glances at me during the show when she sang "All Right Now" and changed the words to "baby, he's alright now" looking directly at me with the requisite smile she was famous for. Or in "If You Can't Rock Me" saying that "he's got a hard-on and it hurts like hell, if HE can't rock me, somebody else will." The crowd thought she was smiling at them, and in a way, she was. But I knew who those smiles were really for! 

Backstage was like an exclusive club. There were more celebs there than we'd ever seen. Not just from the music world, but the sports world as well. Members of the Dallas Cowboys showed up, among them Tony Romo and his girlfriend, Jessica Simpson. Jessica was stunningly beautiful, I'd obviously seen her photos elsewhere but they really didn't do her justice. She had thick cascading blonde hair that was accented by her dark eyes and curves both top and bottom. That night she had on a tan suede jacket, tight jeans and cowboy boots. She looked fabulous. Tony, on the other hand looked like he wanted to be anywhere but this show. He had a generally grumpy attitude the whole time, and Jess was clearly aggravated by it. I could see her pulling him aside and trying to get him to lighten up. But he wanted none of it. He gravitated toward his teammates who seemed eager to go party on their own. Finally, she looked around and he was gone. 

"That son of a bitch! He left! He fuckin' left me here!" she screamed.

Jessica didn't seem to have any assistants with her. It seemed like she and I were the only ones in the room.

She whipped out her cellphone and immediately started dialing numbers, but none seemed to work given the reception.

"You! Do you work here?" she angrily said to me.

"Uh, I'm with the tour staff, but I.." I started.

"Fine! I need a ride home, that sonofabitch left me here!"

"Uh, I'm not sure how I can help, I don't have a car here...uh, wait a minute. Wait right here." I quickly said.

I ran out of the backstage reception room and desperately looked for Chuck. Luckily he was popping champagne with Amy Adamson, Rhianna's record company contact. With them was a well dressed man I didn't recognize.

"Chuck! I need a huge favor right now!" I said breathlessly.

"Hey, hey, chill, dude. What's up?" he asked.

"I need a car to drive someone home. Didn't you say Mercedes keeps some on call at events like this?" I said.

"We do. Why? Do you need one?" said the well dressed man in a clipped accent that clearly showed he wasn't from Texas.

"Yes, um, would you believe me if I said Jessica Simpson needs a ride home?" I asked sheepishly, I knew I was setting myself up for failure here.

"Yes, I would. Considering the fact she's standing right beside you." Said the well dressed man.

I turned and there she was.

"Hey, Mike! I'm glad to see you here. Think you can help me out? Tony dumped me here." Jessica explained.

"Of course! Come with me." He said.

We followed "Mike, the well dressed man" to a private underground garage where 3 Mercedes sedans sat. Mike handed me a set of keys.

"Deliver the car to the address on the key ring in the morning. Take good care of your passenger, she's one of our best customers." He said in a business-like tone of voice.

Just like that, Mike walked away, leaving me in a vast garage with the keys to a shimmering Mercedes.

"Uh, don't you want to know who you're giving this car to?" I asked, dumbfounded, my voice echoing off the walls.

"I know who you are. You were at my party in Houston." Mike said calmly.

"Let's go!" Jessica said sternly as she got into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

I quickly got behind the wheel and started the big Benz up. It came to life with a quiet whir. The silence inside was deafening as we drove out of the garage and away from the Arena. Jessica looked out the window as we entered traffic. 

"Um, could I ask where we're supposed to go? I've never been here before." I said hesitantly.

"Just keep going straight, the highway's up ahead." She said without looking at me.

"Okay, um, I guess you know that Mike guy?" I asked, still unsure of myself.

"Yeah, he's like a regional director or something in Houston." She answered.

"For Mercedes?" 

"Right, he bought that house that looks like the one on 'Dallas'."

Oh yes, I knew that place quite well!

"Oh, right. I read about that place." I said.

The Benz smoothly entered the highway.

"What's your name anyway?" she asked while gazing out the window.

"Jim."

"Where are you from?" she quietly asked.

"Oh, Connecticut originally, but I live in LA now. My friend runs the company doing the tour photos."

"You've never been here before?" she asked.

"No, never had the pleasure." I replied.

"Take the exit here." She quietly directed.

The Benz exited onto a darkened side road with a few houses here and there. 

"My place is up the road." She said.

I was still trying to compute how this evening had suddenly changed. We soon came upon the entrance to a gated housing area.

"Turn in here." She said.

There was a guard booth at the entrance with a uniformed man inside. He poked his head out the door.

"Hi, Billy, I'm just coming home." Jessica said from the passenger seat.

"Billy" nodded and the gate opened.

"Keep going straight." Jessica directed. 

The houses were quite extravagant, some were lit up, but most were dark. Jessica told me to turn into one particular house hidden by thick bushes. At the top of a curving driveway I could see a white Mercedes convertible and a Ford pickup. 

"Uh, do you wanna come inside?" she asked, her attitude lightening up some.

"Oh, uh, yes that would be fine." I replied hesitantly.

The entryway to her house had an enormous foyer with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a curving staircase on either side. 

"You want a beer or something?" she called from inside.

"Uh, sure, a beer would be fine." I said, looking around.

"Come with me." And I followed her to a big kitchen. It was fairly sparse, probably because she wasn't home all that much. She handed me a chilled Corona.

"Sorry if I was so bitchy towards you, I was really looking forward to tonight and things just got fucked up. Oh, sorry about my language!" she said putting her hand on her mouth and giving an embarrassed smile.

"I didn't hear a thing." I said with a nervous laugh.

"Let me show you the place." Jessica said, taking my hand, it felt so soft.

There was an enormous media room with a 60-inch TV mounted on the wall along with framed gold records and a shelf of awards. A small framed picture was on another shelf showing her and Nick Lachey on their wedding day. It appeared to be the only sign she'd ever been married. Downstairs was what seemed like a sports bar with a pool table, pinball machine and jukebox. Jessica punched up some country music tunes on it and had me join her at a full-size bar. 

"So, how'd you get a gig like this?" she asked me, smiling.

"Well, Chris and I have known one another a long time, and he needed some help, so...here I am." I said hesitantly.

"Want another beer?" she offered.

"Oh, uh, sure." I said with a shrug. I didn't realize how quickly I'd drunk the first one.

Jessica stood up and leaned over the bar to get at the cooler. Her ass looked so nice and inviting. She got the beer but couldn't get herself back up.

"Um, could you...help me." She said with a giggle.

"Sure." I said helping her back up.

"Well, now you've seen my ass." She said with a laugh.

"Yes, and a nice one it is." I said with a laugh of my own.

"Cheers, pal!" she said as we clinked our beer bottles and laughed.

"This is quite a happening joint." I said looking around.

"Yeah, I usually hang out here with my family. It's pretty quiet now though, what with Ashlee and the baby and all."

"Oh, that's right. You're an Auntie now." I said.

"Yes, yes, thank you. It's nice and all. But I get lonely here. Everyone's either in LA or Tony's got team stuff. And I've been in Nashville a lot too."

"I know what you mean. I'm an Uncle back home, but I'm not there much either."

"So what do you do?" she asked in a somewhat softer tone.

Taking a deep breath, I said;

"Keep working, my family's not all that close anyway. What do you do?"

"I know what I'd like to do." She said looking at me and placing her hand on mine. I tensed up slightly. I know she's a gorgeous woman and all, but she's someone else's. Isn't she?

"Uh, you-you-you were saying..." I stammered out.

"I said, 'I know what I'd like to do'." She was looking straight at me with a come-hither look in her eyes.

"Um, uh, you'd like to, uh, do something..." I was stumbling over my words like never before. 

Jessica took my hand and slowly raised it to her mouth, softly kissing it. Her eyes were fixed straight on me.

"Hey, don't be nervous. I'm not gonna hurt you at all." She said softly. "Just...relax." She continued as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I clumsily tried to do the same. She smiled.

"You have nice lips. They're very kissable." She said with a sweet smile.

"Yours are nicer." I said in response.

"Aw, you're a sweetheart." She said.

We kissed again. I grew more confident with every kiss.

She had a sweet scent about her, probably her signature perfume. I boldly kissed her neck, her head went back and a long slow moan was heard. She moved her head back and smiled at me even more.

"Damn! You're something!" she said. "Let's get more comfortable."

She led me over to a leather couch and removed her jacket. Her body was much more pronounced now. She pulled off her cowboy boots and stretched out her long legs.

"Ah, that's better!" she said. Then turned to me; "Now, where were we?"

"Uh, I-I-I'm not sure." I was still nervous as hell at what was happening to me.

"I'm sure." She said as she kissed me deeper, I could feel her tongue touch mine.

My hands grew more comfortable with her and I held her around her waist and back as we continued kissing. She slowly pushed me down on the couch and I could feel her enormous tits pressing into me like a soft pillow. She smiled at me and sat up.

"You're cute." She said with a giggle.

"You're pretty." I said with a smile of my own.

"And I'm horny." She said twitching her eyebrows and dissolving into laughter. She had this look on her face that seemed to say 'I can't believe I said that!'

Jessica began to slowly unbutton her shirt and I could see a white strapless bra coming into view. And those great tits were also coming into view too as she removed her shirt and tossed it aside. She looked at me with a beaming smile, she could tell where my eyes were going. She looked down at the object of my eyes' attention and smiled even more. 

"I know what you wanna see, but I wanna see something else." She said with a sexy gaze.

She unbuttoned my shirt and her hands worked their way down to my pants. She unbuckled them and I could instantly feel my dick spring to life as the zipper went down. She softly ran her hand over the front of my underwear and knew there was something hard underneath.

"Oh, man...this is gonna be nice." She said, still smiling.

Jessica Simpson reached around to the back of her bra and undid the snaps. Then let her arms go up at the sides and the bra fell away, exposing those gorgeous tits of hers. They were big alright, with quarter sized areolas. Her nipples were already pointing outward. She looked at me with a smile of joy, knowing she was really turning me on.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"I think you're beautiful." I said breathlessly, I probably gasped at the first sight of them.

She leaned down and kissed me.

"I think you're beautiful too." She said sweetly.

Her hands now went for my underwear as they went inside the front folds and pulled my dick out. She smiled widely.

"Oh, it's beautiful." She said softly.

Jessica softly moved her hand over the head, it felt so smooth in her loving hands. Between her touch and the sight of those tits I was getting even harder by the second. She kept her eyes on me and knew she was turning me on. She leaned down and softly kissed me.

"Let's take our clothes off." She said softly.

"Oh-oh-okay." I said nervously.

"You don't have to be so nervous, I like you." She said reassuringly with a sweet smile.

I stood up and Jessica did the same, I removed my shirt completely and Jessica started to unzip her jeans. I removed my pants and underwear. Jessica had on a white thong and soon that was gone too. We now stood naked in front of one another. Jessica looked stunning, her belly was perfectly flat and toned, and she kept a small blonde patch between her legs. My dick was standing straight out now. And Jessica liked it.

"Wow, I think you're just as turned on as me!" she said with a smile. "Come here." She said very sexily.

I did as I was told and got my first feel of those tits, they were soft and smooth. And she was loving my every touch. I caressed and held those monsters in my hands. They felt so soft and warm, Jessica's breathing sounded so sexy as she reacted. I reached around to her ass, that felt just as nice. My dick was pushing against her belly and she was holding it in her hands. We continued kissing, her hands were softly touching my body in different places.

"Baby...let me give you a blowjob." She said softly.

She went down on her knees and caressed my dick.

"Man, this is a nice one." She said smiling.

Jessica began to softly kiss it all around, then started to lick around the top before slowly letting it slide into her mouth. She concentrated on the top portion with her tongue, I could feel it swirling around the tip. Then all of it went into her mouth. It felt glorious! I had this blonde bombshell inhaling my manhood, I looked down and could see those tits too. Even better was I could hear her making little noises of pleasure as she tasted me. She slowly came off my dick and started to jerk it in her hands, using her spit as lubrication.

"How does that feel honey?" she said in that Texas twang.

"Oh my god...fantastic!" I said.

"You gonna come, baby?" she said as she jerked my dick.

"I-I-I think so!" I suddenly realized I was too far gone.

"Well, alright!" she said with a giggle as she jerked me faster.

I exploded onto her cheek and she thrust her tits out so I could unload more there. She was laughing the whole time.

"Wow! Oh, man you had it in you babe!" she said giggling. 

I was out of breath at this experience. She jerked the last remaining drops from me and watched my dick slowly soften. Then she stood up and kissed me. She looked down at her tits and smiled at how they were covered in my come. She took little dabs of it and licked it from her fingers. 

"Mmmmm, nice!" she said with a smile. 

She went back over to the bar and got a cloth to clean herself up. It was so sexy seeing those tits bouncing along as she walked.

"Jessica you look so hot that way, just walking." I said, my voice still sounded nervous, but then what do you expect when someone like her just jerked you off?

"Aw, thank you honey." She said as we embraced again. "You like my boobs, I can tell." She kissed me softly. "Well, you can do whatever you want with 'em baby." she thrust them out a little as an incentive to me. "They're all yours."

As I gingerly held and caressed them, Jessica breathed in a little, then exhaled a soft "Oh." 

I eased her onto the couch.

"Come here, sit on my lap." I said.

She smiled slyly and joined me, I caressed her tits more, then began to suck on the nipples, they tasted so good as I held her close to me. She ran her fingers through my hair and kept up a steady stream of moans;

"Oh...oh yeah, baby...oh my gawd that feels good..."

Seeing those huge tits in front of me was just amazing. And I knew I'd be rock-hard again very soon. My other hand went down between her legs and she parted them for me. Her pussy was soaking wet and felt just as soft and inviting as what was on top, and in my mouth.

"It's your turn honey..." she said as she stood up.

She spread her legs and ran her fingers through her pussy. She then sat on her knees on the couch. Instinctively, I knew what she wanted. I slid down slightly and saw her pussy close up, it was visibly wet now and I began to kiss all around it. Its pink folds were like works of art, and my tongue instantly went for them. This made Jess cry out in pleasure as she felt my tongue go inside her. She tasted like the best ice cream cone in the world. I was lapping at her pussy juices now, they was practically flowing out of her. Jessica was moaning constantly and voicing little cries of pleasure.

"Oh god...yes...baby that's it...oh god I'm so hot!" she cried.

I was getting off on her and I knew my dick was hard again. I looked up at her and she was looking down, smiling at me.

"Hey, baby...you wanna fuck?" she said in that great Texas drawl.

"You bet!" I said.

Jessica giggled in anticipation. 

"C'mon, let's go to my bedroom!" She said excitedly and she led me out of the barroom and up to her bedroom. We were still totally naked as we went up the winding stairs. I stopped her at one point and kissed her cute little ass, which made her giggle all the more.

Jessica Simpson's bedroom was a beautiful all-white room with lacy accents throughout. Her bed had a shiny platinum colored bedspread and pillows of numerous sizes. Jessica and I jumped on the bed laughing, her beautiful tits and pussy making for an inviting experience to say the least. We kissed and fondled one another, she was so sexy to touch and hold. I couldn't wait to fuck her! She got a Trojan and lovingly placed it on me. She looked at it, then at me. The look in her eyes, she was so turned on at this moment. She lay on her back, her legs open wide. She started to rub her pussy as I got on top of her.

"Just fuck me Jim, just fuck me." She said with a smile of excitement.

I slid my dick into Jessica Simpson's hot pussy. It felt hot and wet and fit me like a glove. 

"Ohhhh...godddd!" she cried out. "Oh my god it's so fuckin' big!" she cried.

"I'm not that big baby, your tits are bigger." I said as I started to fuck her.

"Oh, It's big baby... and it's yours! Fuck me!" she said with a look of lust on her angelic face.

I went at it big time with her, I didn't hold back. This was a true bombshell I was fucking. Her tits heaved up and down as I pounded that pussy. Jessica had a look of pure ecstasy on her face, I probably had the same. Her body was convulsing in pleasure. I slowed down for a moment to kiss her tits. Jessica caressed them too.

"God, yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Oh god I'm coming!" she screamed as she climaxed. 

"Oh...fuck yeah!" she said laughing as she relaxed.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 25



I was smiling too. I couldn't believe how hot this woman was!

"Come on, do me from behind..." she said.

Jessica bent over and showed me that cute ass of hers.

"Come on baby...put that big dick in me." She said excitedly.

I got behind her and slid my dick (which she thought was big, hey, I won't argue!) into that cute ass of hers. And I fucked her like a machine. She kept up a steady stream of cries and moans throughout. 

"Fuck me Jim! Fuck me! Oh, god fuck my ass!" she screamed.

And I could feel an explosion building in me.

"Jess...Jess...I'm gonna come soon...I wanna come on your tits." I said breathlessly.

"Oh yeah! Do it!" she said.

I pulled out and quickly removed the condom.

"I wanna tit fuck you." I said (Oh no, did I say that?)

"Oh, that's kinky!" she said with a laugh.

I stuck my dick between those twin peaks of hers and slid it back and forth as she pushed her tits together.

"Wow that's so fuckin' hot!" she said with a laugh. "Put it in my mouth."

I skid it far enough that her tongue could touch it. She laughed at all this.

"Oh god, Jess you are so fuckin' hot!" I was in another world, word-wise.

"You're hot too, baby!" she said with a smile. "Come on, let's see you come."

Jessica took my dick and began to jerk it. I came within seconds. Jessica laughed and smiled as she milked me for all I had, again. Jessica's tits and neck were covered in my climax.

I fell onto the bed, exhausted. She kissed me.

"That was wonderful, Jim. You're really somethin' honey!"

She looked at her cum drenched body.

"Oh, my." She said, amazed.

She slowly got up off the bed, kissed me, and went into the bathroom to clean up. I somehow found the energy to follow her a minute later. 

Her bathroom was ultra-modern with mirrors on all sides. A huge Jacuzzi tub was on one side, a large shower on the other. Jessica got a washcloth and began washing the cum off her body, it looked so sexy. Then she was at the mirror brushing her golden blonde hair. "Let me clean you honey." She offered, and did the same to me. The warm water felt very stimulating. I could feel myself getting hard again.

"Oh my...you're ready to go again? Wow!" she said with a smile.

I hugged her again, her body still felt so soft.

"I'm ready to go too, honey." She said softly before kissing me.

She led me back to the bed and we lay in the middle of it, facing each other. Jessica still looked so hot as she softly kissed me.

"I'm still horny, you know." She said with a mischievous smile.

"What should we do?" I asked (suddenly realizing what a dumb question THAT was!).

"We should do this..." she said, and began to caress her tits and pussy.

I watched her, not sure what she was implying.

"Come on, you should join me. I do this a lot when I'm alone, it feels so good."

"You mean..." I asked slowly.

"Uh-huh, jerk off with me. You know you want to. Besides, I like to watch."

Jessica continued to rub her pussy and make little circles around her nipples. She smiled, knowing she was turning me, and herself, on. I couldn't help myself and started to yank on my dick as she watched. 

"Mmm...that's it baby. Make yourself feel good." She said lovingly.

"Jessica, you're so hot." I said softly.

"Aw, thank you honey. You're hot too. You like my boobs?" she said with a smile.

"Yes, yes I do." I said slowly as my dick was fully hard.

"I can tell you do." She said as she continued rubbing herself. "This feels so good...I do this when I'm alone."

I was so turned by what I was seeing.

"Do you wanna know a secret?" she asked, leaning in and whispering. "Ashlee and I used to do this together."

"Really?" I replied.

"Uh-huh." She said. "She still does sometimes. Do you think she's hot too?"

"Uh, yes." I replied, it was incredible watching her.

"She's got nice boobs too. I'll tell you something else." She said slyly.

"Uh, what?" I asked.

Jessica leaned in close to me.

"I watched her fuck a guy once, it was so hot!" she whispered.

"Wow." I replied, not sure what my reaction should be.

"Yeah, it was cool, he fucked her like you fucked me. Come on, I'm so fuckin' horny."

Jessica quickened her rubbing and inserted a finger in her pussy.

"Oh yes...that feels good." She said softly.

"Jess, I just wanna fuck you again." I said.

"Oh yeah, come on." She said.

"Get on top of me." I boldly said.

"Ooooh, nice!" Jessica said with a smile

I lay on my back, she slowly sat up and climbed on top of me, taking my dick and easing it back into her pussy. She threw her head back and let out a long slow moan as it filled her again. This was incredibly hot as she began to rock herself back and forth on my dick, her tits slowly bouncing with her. It was like every Playboy fantasy coming to life. 

"Oh god, yes!" She screamed out. "You're so fucking hot!"

Jessica now leaned back, her tits pointed skyward as she let out another long, slow moan that was incredibly erotic.

"Oh god baby...oh god...baby...I'm gonna come...oh god...ohhhhhyyeahhhh!" she screamed out as she climaxed. She slowed down somewhat as the wave came over her. I was still going though. I sat up and held her close to me, licking and sucking on those tits of hers like a baby, she ran her fingers through my hair and her breathing was short and sweet. 

"Oh baby...baby...you're so hot...I feel so good...suck me...they're all for you..." she said softly in my ear. "Oh my god you're still hard...oh I wanna do it again."

I rolled her over onto her back and began to fuck her again, she was breathing heavily and gasping as I pounded into her with all I had left.

"Oh fuck me Jim! Fuck me!" she cried out as I pounded that Texas pussy.

"Jess...oh yeah Jess...oh yeah I'm gonna come!" I yelled.

"Oh god yes!" she screamed.

And I exploded into her again.

"Oh god I feel it! Oh my god! I feel it!" she screamed out. "It's so good!"

I was completely drained.

I collapsed onto her. A minute later I rolled off her. Jessica lay beside me, She was staring at the ceiling, her chest still heaving, and her breaths coming in short bursts.

"Oh my...wow." She said slowly. She turned over and put her head on my chest.

"Thank you, I really needed that. It's been too long." She said with that classic smile of hers.

I was too exhausted to say anything.

"Was I, uh..." I slowly asked.

"Good? Baby, you were fabulous." Jessica said with a soft kiss.

Even after all we did, she still felt incredibly soft. I wished I had the energy to do her again. But sleep was more powerful at the moment. Jessica was already lying silently next to me, her breathing now softer, as if she were already asleep. I looked over at the bedside clock, it read 2:30AM. I knew I had to be back at the hotel by 8AM, so I had some time. And I also had to get the Mercedes back in time too. 

Decisions, decisions.

I think I'll sleep on it.

I felt Jessica's hot lips on my cheek as she kissed me awake.

"I think you better get that car back to Mercedes." She whispered.

"Right..." I said as I slowly awakened and sat up. Jessica was still in all her naked glory. 

We went downstairs still naked (all our clothes were still in the game room). As I gathered up my clothes, I found my cellphone and sent a quick text to Chris telling him I was on my way. Jessica was upstairs in the kitchen, she looked so sexy at the counter making coffee totally naked. She was on the phone.

"Thanks, Mike...right, the car was great...I appreciate all you did, thanks again." 

"Man, you look so sexy." I said.

Jessica turned and smiled at me.

"Thank you, honey." She said as she handed me my coffee in a 7-11 travel mug.

"Mike says you can leave the car at your hotel and they'll pick it up for you." 

I embraced her.

"Thanks, I wish I could stay longer. I guess I have my commitments just like you." I said with hesitation.

"Oh, don't feel bad, baby. I had a wonderful time with you. You were there at just the right time. I'm gonna make sure the right people know what you did." She said confidently as she held me.

"Well, uh, thank you." I replied. I wondered what she meant by 'I'm gonna make sure the right people know what you did'.

"Here, let me give a little souvenir." She said with a smile as she handed me the panties she'd been wearing last night, they were a soft satiny type and I could still feel her wetness on them.

Jessica showed me to the door, and gave me one last kiss as she stood naked at the doorway. I got back in the Mercedes and looked back at the entrance. Jessica was still naked and waved goodbye to me.

"Well, she's not shy, that's for sure!" I said to myself as I drove away. 

The Mercedes smoothly delivered me back to Dallas. I really hated to give this car up. I wish I knew a longer way back to Dallas so I could really enjoy the car. Maybe Paris was right when she said I should have a set of wheels comparable to Chris'. After all, he had a Porsche he'd loaned me when I made the trip to Calabasas and had the "encounter" with Ms. Kardashian. Perhaps it was time for me to trade up to something more befitting my new found stature.

When I arrived back at the hotel, Chris was just getting up. 

"Hey man, where've you been?"

"You'd never believe me if I told you." I replied.

"I'll bet." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Do you still have the card from those girls who worked for Mercedes?" I asked. 

"I might, why?"

"Oh, uh, future reference for when we get back home." I said.

Just then, Chris' phone rang and we were getting the call to be ready for departure to the next stop on the tour, New Orleans. 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 26



"I'm back! UH! Back in the New York Groove! I'm back! UH! Back in the New York Groove!"

Chris and I sang that song over and over (we only knew that much of it!) as our plane landed at Kennedy Airport with the rest of the tour staff.

New York City was now before us. Neither of us had been here before and it was like our Vegas trip all over again. Only this time, it would largely be for fun. The Triple Threat Tour was going well and the NYC shows would be one of the key events on the tour. And we also had some business of our own to take care of. A big PR firm was looking to expand its interests in Los Angeles and wanted to see us and our work firsthand. 

Though there was no snow on the ground, it was a brutally cold day when we arrived. The biting wind really reminded us of how we weren't in LA. 

We had a limo for transport to the Plaza Hotel, and the accommodations were perfect, as expected.

And there was an added perk of membership at an exclusive 24 hour health club called Empire Fitness. 

I was immediately interested in that. I had gotten into the fitness culture in California and really wanted to keep up my regimen wherever we went.

Once we checked in, I immediately headed over to Empire.

The club was a vast complex of regimens, equipment and facilities. 

My workout always started with a treadmill run. I clicked on my IPod and I got into my running groove. One machine over from me was an athletic looking beauty wearing blue running shorts, a grey "UCLA" t-shirt, her light brown hair in a ponytail.

We both looked at one another and I suddenly realized who I was running with.

Jennifer Aniston.

Holy shit! I thought. No matter how many starlets I'd seen (and seen in other ways) it was still the stargazer in me who came out when they saw someone famous. You wonder, 'how should I handle this? Do I talk to them? Not talk to them? What's the protocol?' Thank god, someone else made the first move;

"Is that one of those new IPods?" I heard her ask.

"Huh? Oh, yes, yes it is. I really like-" I said stopping my run. 

And forgetting the machine was still on and running. I was promptly thrown backwards off the machine and into a wall.

"Oh my god!" Jennifer cried out. She immediately jumped off her machine and crouched down where I'd landed.

"Are you OK?" she asked with concern.

"Oh yeah. Not the first time I've done that." I said rubbing the back of my head and chuckling. "I keep forgetting to wear my helmet when I do that."

"I'm so sorry! You're lucky you didn't get killed the way you flew off." She said.

"Well, it's happened before." I replied. "I'm Jim." I offered my hand.

"Jennifer. Great way to meet someone right?"

"It certainly makes an impact." 

And we both laughed.

She helped me up and I resumed my workout, but this time walking.

"As I was saying, yes, this is a new IPod. And I really like it." I said to Jennifer

"I really should get a new one, I had a really great one but it self destructed." She said

"Self-destructed?" I said, confused.

"Well, I got mad at someone and threw it at him." She said hesitatingly.

"Ah, I see now." I answered. "A lethal weapon, eh?"

She looked at me as if I'd said something very wrong.

"No, no just joking!" I reassured her.

"Thanks, I never know who I'm talking to sometimes and what might happen if I do." She seemed reassured that she could trust me a little.

"Oh, don't worry about me." I said.

"Are you from here?" she asked

"No, L.A. My friend and I are working on the Beyonce' tour, plus we're here for a meeting. He runs a photo company."

"Oh, really?" Now she seemed suspicious about who I really was.

"Right, we do promo photos for movie companies, no paparazzi stuff." I explained. "We're the tour photographers for Rhianna and Tigress."

"Oh, I get it." She said.

She finished up her treadmill workout.

"Is that show in town?" She asked.

"Yeah...2 nights at the Garden...we just arrived this morning...wicked cold out there." I said while still running. "I've been in LA too long."

"I was thinking of going to that, friend of mine was trying to get tickets." She said, leaning on the edge of her treadmill. 

"I can get 'em for you." I slowed down to a walking pace.

"Really? Oh my god that would be great." She said smiling.

"Could we possibly add, uh, dinner to this package deal?" I boldly added.

She looked at me and smiled a little more.

"I think we could." She replied.

We both smiled and continued our treadmill work.

Jennifer was really into her workouts, we did a good amount of weights, rode stationary bikes, even did a run around their top floor track. She kept up a steady conversation throughout. I don't know how many laps we did, but we were quickly worn out. 

"I'm gonna hit the pool, how 'bout you?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. Why not?" I replied.

"See you down there." She said and walked away, she had a great "walking away" ass.

I found my way back to the locker room and changed into my swimsuit. When I got to the pool area, Jen was already swimming laps in the pool. She stopped when she recognized me. 

"Hey! There you are! Come on in, hot shot!" she called.

I walked in and joined her in the middle.

"How many laps do you do?" she asked.

"As many as I can." I said.

"OK, I'm gonna do 3 more."

"That sounds good to me." I said.

I was soon swimming laps with Jennifer Aniston. She had on a blue one piece suit. She had such a great body, it was very toned. Her tits looked nice and her ass was nice too. Even with swimming goggles on. I did 3 more laps of the pool with her. It was tough not to watch her body slither through the pool like an Olympic champion, but somehow I did. After a few laps, it was Jen who stopped. She stood up in the pool.

"OK, I'm going in the steam room, how about you?" she said.

"That's a good idea." I said.

She got out of the pool and headed for the steam room entrance. It was a large room with benches on escalating levels. There was a thick cloud of steam that enveloped us as we walked in.

"Oh! We're alone, good." She said

'We're alone?' that sounds odd, I thought.

Jennifer went to one of the benches and stretched out. Her suit showed off her perfect curves. Her hair was matted down by the pool water, but still looked great. I found a seat a few feet away from her.

"Why are you over there? Sit over here, next to me." She directed me with a smile.

"Uh, okay." I said hesitantly. Like I said, situations like this I have no idea how to handle. She had propped herself up against the wall of the steam room, stretched her long legs out, and looked hot. 

"So how long have you been doing photography?" she asked.

"Oh, not too long. My friend has his business and I took him up on an offer to join him out there." I said.

"Out where?"

"California, I moved there."

"Oh really? From where?"

"Connecticut, we're both from there originally."

"Wow! I used to go up to Greenwich a lot when I went to school here." She said.

"Well, I lived a lot further away from Greenwich so I'm sorry we never got to meet." I then got the courage to be slightly flirtatious with her. "Uh, No offense, but I think you must've been a lot of fun in school."

"Oh, I was something!" She said with a laugh. "I drove the teacher's nuts!" she laughed. "What about you?"

"Me? Oh god, I was a wreck!" I said with an embarrassed chuckle. "I was the poster child for geek of the year."

Jennifer laughed heartily as I told her my high school tales of woe.

"Looks like you've recovered rather well in the years since." She said smiling.

"I suppose you could say that." I said, now getting my confidence back.

We were smiling at one another, she looked so pretty.

"So...how long will you be in town?" she asked slowly.

"Uh, just for the shows at the Garden." I replied, I had a feeling something was up given the tone of her voice.

"Really...and you can get me tickets to the show right?" she said, I could feel her toe slowly brushing against my leg.

"Yes, uh, absolutely...Jen, uh, Jennifer, uh...Ms. Aniston." I was stammering now.

She smiled more now.

"You can call me Jennifer, Jim." She said reassuringly.

She sat up and held my hand in hers.

"You're OK, kid." She said as she kissed me on the cheek.

"That's good to know." I said with relief.

"Somebody like you isn't always around, you know." She said with a sly look on her face.

"What do you mean?" I was somewhat confused.

"Well, somebody who's not looking for something, or working an angle. You know what I mean." She continued.

"Oh, I, uh, see." I think I knew where she was going.

"And somebody who's...kinda cute. Like you." She said slowly as she got closer to me.

I could see her beautiful eyes close up now. She got close to me and kissed me softly on the lips. I responded the same way. The steam in the room certainly complimented the steam we were generating. 

Jennifer smiled and laughed slightly.

"That was nice." She said.

"Um, yes, yes it was." I said hesitatingly.

"I wonder if I can get away with this..." she said.

"What? A kiss, I think so..." I started to say just as Jennifer started to slide the top of her suit down revealing her very nice C-cup tits with tiny nipples. I was speechless at how bold she suddenly was.

"No I mean getting topless like this. I like being naked." She said.

"Oh! I, uh, see now." I said, trying not to be totally lecherous and stare at her.

"It's OK, you can look. They're nice aren't they?" she said as she felt them.

"Uh, yes they are." I said slowly.

"And I can tell you like looking at them. You wanna touch them?" she said.

"I-I-I'm not sure if I should." 

(Oh, what a dumb thing to say!)

Jennifer got closer to me and we kissed again.

"Come on, touch me Jim." She said softly.

I reached out to her tits and slowly put my hand on one, the steam had made it slippery, and my dick suddenly responded as I slid my hand around it.

"That feels good." She said. "Oh, that feels good."

I continued to feel her tits and my fingers went around the nipple, I kissed her as I felt her and she responded with little breaths. I was doing the same thing.

"Babe, maybe we should go somewhere else?" she whispered.

"Like, where?" I said

"Meet me outside the club in a bit, we can go to my hotel." She said.

"Okay." I said.

Jennifer quickly pulled her top up just as someone else entered the room. We looked at one another and she left the room first, I followed a few seconds later. I went to the locker room and dressed quickly, then waited outside the club in the NYC chill. Jennifer appeared a few minutes later in a black down jacket and blue jeans. Her hair tucked inside a wool hat. 

"Should I get a cab?" I asked.

"Good idea." She said.

My cab hailing skills were better than I thought, we got one almost instantly. Jennifer directed the driver to her hotel using a lower tone voice than you usually heard from her, probably to mask any recognition of her. She looked at me with a sly smile as we pulled away from the club. She placed her hand on mine and we looked at each other, she had such a sweet look on her face, so I impulsively leaned over and kissed her. She responded the same way.

Before we knew it, we were at her hotel. It was a smaller, boutique-style place. We went in and up to her room. We were alone in the elevator and holding hands throughout. When we got off we slowly walked down the hallway to her room. Once we were inside things got interesting very fast.

We quickly took of our coats and Jennifer embraced me.

"Oh, take those clothes off baby, I want you sooo bad now!" she said in that distinctive voice of hers.

Her room was so much warmer than we'd left outside. I fumbled with my clothes as she quickly removed hers. I tried not to watch her as she disrobed. But her tits looked even better in the room's light and out of the corner of my eye I could see she had on black panties. 

"How do I look?" she asked.

I stopped for a moment and saw that she was totally naked in front of me now. I was speechless. She had very nice, round tits with little nipples that were already pointing outwards. And her stomach was perfectly flat. Her pussy was shaved with a bit of dark hair around it. She took a smile vial of perfume and casually sprayed it on her neck and body

"Fabulous." I said slowly to this TV superstar.

She walked over to me and we embraced, my dick was already pointing at her love nest.

"You look good too." She said giving me the once over.

She guided me to the bed and I laid down, she spread my legs wide and began to feel my increasingly hard dick. She let it slide through her hands, her fingers felt like feathers as they caressed it. 

"It's nice." She said with a smile.

Then her lips began to kiss its length, her brown hair casually fell over my dick, making it even more sensitive to her touch. I knew she had it fully in her mouth now. I could feel her tongue too. She pushed her hair aside and looked at me.

Jennifer Aniston was giving me a blowjob. It was really her.

She smiled as she came off my dick and looked at me. 

"Did that feel good?" she asked with a giggly smile on her face. 

"It felt incredible."

She caressed my dick softly and studied it.

"I like the head, it's very pretty." She said

"You're prettier." I said impulsively

"Aw, thank you baby." She said.

Jennifer moved up to my face and we kissed long and lovingly. Her beautiful eyes gazed into mine.

"You're so beautiful Jennifer." I said softly.

"Thank you, you're a sweet man." She responded with another kiss thrown in.

My dick was rubbing against her pussy the whole time we were close, but I wanted to feel this TV goddess some more. I moved down her front and tried to kiss those tits of hers. She turned over and lay flat on the bed, I began to kiss and suck her tits, she was moaning in response. My right hand was caressing one tit while I sucked the other.

"Oh yes...un-huh...mmmm, that's it baby...uh-huh..." she moaned.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked her, my right hand now went down to her pussy, it was already soaking wet. I knew she'd be ready anytime I was. I softly caressed her pussy, gradually easing a finger inside her. I could hear her breathe in suddenly as she felt my finger enter her.

"Oh! Oh yeah...oh god yes." She said. She was breathing very heavily the longer I did this. Between my tongue and lips on her tits, and a finger probing her pussy, she was one happy "Friend"!

I now made the bold move of kissing down her belly. She knew what I was doing and I saw her hand move down there too and begin to rub her pussy, she wanted to keep the good feeling going. It was so hot watching her fingers slide down the front of her pussy. I wanted to join in with my tongue. I inadvertently kissed her finger as it moved around, and I tasted her juices, she was so sweet. Jennifer's hand disappeared and my tongue and lips replaced it. I dove right into her, using my tongue to swirl around the outside and then onto her pussy lips. They were swollen with lust and I could see inside her, my tongue went all the way in like a tiny cock would. Jennifer's body spasmed and she let out a long, slow moan.

"Ohhhhhhh......that's it! Oh my GOD THAT'S IT!!!" she yelled out. "OH YEAH! OH GOD I'M COMMMMMINNNGGGGG!!!!!" she screamed and laughed.

I looked up and she had propped herself up on her elbows and was smiling at me.

"Baby, you're an animal!" she said with a big smile. "I've never felt like that!"

I smiled back. I was without words at this moment. I was still trying to tell myself that the girl I'd just seen on TV the night before was in all her naked glory in front of me and telling me I was some kind of animal.

"I think you deserve something more." She said. Jennifer sat up on her knees, I did the same, and we kissed. She held my dick in her hands.

"Let's make love honey." She said softly, she was so sexy at times like this.

"Yes...should I get a..." I started to say.

"Oh, don't worry baby, I'm on the pill. Let's just do it." She said softly.

I sat up, balanced myself on my hands, and slowly put my dick into Jennifer's hot pussy. She closed her eyes slightly and smiled as I entered her.

A soft moan came from her lips, then a look of love in her eyes.

"Oh baby...that feels so gooodddd." She said softly. "Oh baby...do it."

I began to slowly fuck her, her pussy felt so hot as it enveloped my dick. My body began to pick up the tempo as we matched one another's thrusts. I reached around and held her as I fucked her harder. I could feel her legs wrap themselves around me too. She was breathing heavily and I fucked her harder now.

"Oh god Jim! YES! Fuck me baby! FUCK ME!" she yelled out.

I was face to face with her and I could smell a sweet perfume on her neck. But her face had a look of wanton lust on it.

She leaned up and we kissed softly.

"You feel so good inside me..." she whispered.

I slowly turned onto my back and she was now on top of me. She gave me a big smile and began to rock herself back and forth on my dick. She was clearly enjoying this and could tell I loved seeing her like this, and she glammed it up for me by running her fingers through her hair and giving me looks of ecstasy. Then she held her tits and seductively licked her lips. Then giggled at me. I was smiling too. We both knew we were really into one another at this moment. 

She slowly withdrew from me and turned over to show me her nice ass.

"Come on...do me this way..." she said.

I got up behind her and felt her super soft ass. I remembered her Rolling Stone cover from long ago when her ass could be seen just out of focus. That gave me many memorable dreams long ago, and now that same ass was here, waiting for me. This was no dream. 

I rubbed my dick on her pussy, it felt so wet and slippery that I slid in with no resistance. She let out a long slow sigh of pleasure. Then I held her hips and began to slowly pound that nice ass. 

"Uh...uh...yeah babe! Fuck my ass! Huh-yeah!" she said with gusto.

I began to really pound her ass now. She was letting loose a series of passionate moans as her cute ass was fucked. I reached down and held her hair like a horse's bridle and she loved that. She sat up slightly, looked over her shoulder and we kissed. I withdrew from her and she got on her back again, I wanted to finish things looking at her. I fucked her hard this time, and I could feel my explosion coming.

"Jen...Jen...I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come...Oh god...I'm gonna...HUH!"

"Oh god baby! Yes! I feel you...I feel you...I feel you..." she said loudly, then softer as she felt my climax subside. I lay on top of her, our sweat had practically bonded us together. I rolled off and held her close.

Jennifer Aniston lay with me in the silent room as darkness quickly fell. The NYC traffic could still be heard outside. Her naked body still looked great as she sat up and touched my nose.

"Hey hot shot." She said with a smile. "Think you can do an encore?"

"Whoa...I sure want to." I said somewhat out of breath. "Does this mean I have to get...get backstage passes too?"

Jennifer laughed.

"Well, you just did the performance of a lifetime." She said softly.

Jennifer lay softly caressing my chest.

"Why don't we get cleaned up, we're both pretty sweaty here."

Jennifer got up and took my hand, leading me to the showers.

"Can I just look at you for a moment?" I asked hesitantly.

"Only if I can look at you, Mr. Hot Shot." She said slyly.

We both stared at one another. She softly held my dick, which immediately responded to her touch by twitching, making her laugh.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful." She said.

"So are you." I said lovingly.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 26



She placed her hand on her heart.

"Aw, you're such a sweetheart." She said as we kissed. "Come on, we've got to get you cleaned up."

Jennifer started the shower and we stepped into the hot steam. Our hands were all over one another once again and my dick was like steel as her hands were on my body. She took the soap and began to lather her body, then mine. She was tenderly holding my dick all the while. I used the lather in my hands to slowly wash her tits. Then moved down to her pussy, alternately lathering and finger fucking her. I then got down on my knees and started to lick that gorgeous pussy. She was holding my head as I tongue-fucked her, and I could tell her knees were getting weak as she stood there.

"Oh god! Oh my fuckin' god!" she cried. "I'm gonna come! Oh yesssss...." She cried out as she climaxed. She was wobbly and came down to the floor with me as we embraced and kissed. Now it was my turn. I stood and Jennifer was presented with my manhood inches away from her. She laughed at what was before her now.

"Oh my...look at you." She said with a laugh. "Big dick, baby."

She began licking my dick again, tonguing my balls too.

I could wait no more, I stood her up and turned her around and shoved my dick into her ass. She gasped at how fast I'd moved, and she loved it.

"Oh yeah, baby! Do it...do it!" she said very sexily.

"I wanna come on your tits baby..." I said.

"Oh yeah! Come on my boobs...come on my boobs." She said breathlessly

I pulled out and she immediately laid down on the tub floor and began to rub her pussy. I stood over her, my dick in hand and we were jerking off together.

Her head went back and she gritted her teeth as she rubbed herself.

"Come on baby...come on hot shot." She said with a sexy edge.

Once I saw her fingers enter her pussy, that did it.

I exploded onto her wet soapy body.

"Oh, I love it!" she laughed as my come drenched her.

Jennifer sat up and milked the last drops out of me, then took my dick into her mouth and sucked me further.

She stood up. 

"That was so cool. Thank you!" she said with a kiss.

We washed one another off and dried ourselves.

Jennifer Aniston was one friend I wish I had more of.

She had an early meeting so we had to part. I made a quick call to Chuck Tyler and had tickets waiting for tomorrow night's show.  

"OK, hot shot. We had some fun, we'll have to meet again in LA." She said with a hug and a slip of paper with her cell number on it.

"I'll be there. I owe you a dinner." I said.

"Bye, baby." She said.

We kissed one last time as I left her room and returned to the chilly NYC streets.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 27



New York City was being very kind to a newcomer like me. The Triple Threat Tour made its biggest stop yet, 2 nights at the legendary Madison Square Garden. Man, was I psyched! I got to the arena extra early. I wanted to look at this place that had seen so much history. I took a lot of pictures for myself as the crew setup the stage for that night's show. I had my IPod on and was idly listening to a Rolling Stones live album from 1969. From far across the arena I looked at the staging area and it suddenly hit me; this is where the Stones recorded the album I'm listening to now!

Chuck was on his phone coordinating everything. He called me over as he was ending one call.

"I think it's gonna be extra insane tonight." He said

"Why?"

"I've had a lot of calls from press people trying to confirm if someone's gonna be here." He said as we walked towards the backstage areas.

"And what someone would that be?" I asked, intrigued.

Chuck looked around.

"Britney Spears. Try and restrain yourself." He said calmly.

"No way, really?" I said surprised.

"Oh, yes. I got a call from her people saying she was in town and wanted to meet everyone. I hope the security detail will be enough." He said.

"How would you handle this?" I asked.

"Well, I guess we'll find out tonight won't we?" He said as he walked away.

Showtime came a few hours later. 

The backstage area was buzzing with people before the show. I'd gotten quite a welcoming from Jennifer Aniston and I kept my promise to make sure tickets for the show were waiting for her. She was backstage with a friend; she gave me a smile and wave when we spotted one another. Rihanna gladly posed for photos with radio contest winners and members of her fan club. Tigress was their usual flirtatious selves with their fans. Beyonce' had her team in another room. I went out of the main press room for a minute and promptly bumped into 2 enormous men with a tiny blonde in tow.

"Clear the way, move over!" they bellowed as I was pushed aside.

Britney Spears had arrived. 

She was ushered into our press room where I could hear people calling her name. I had to get in there and do my job, but the "man-mountains" she had with her blocked my way. I fumbled around for my tour pass while looking for Chuck or anyone from the tour. As I watched through the "man-mountains" the one nearest Britney caught my eye. I looked as best I could at the enormous man near me.

"Zachary?" I said as I caught his eye.

"Yeah?" I heard a deep voice reply

"Zachary Lincoln?" I asked again.

"Yeah? That's my name, how'd you know it?" he sounded a little annoyed at me.

"Z-man?" I said, now recognizing him.

His eyes widened as he recognized me.

"Mister Hollywood, I'll be damned!" he said, now with a big toothy grin.

Zachary "Z-man" Lincoln was an old friend of ours from high school back east. He was a star football player as you'd expect. And he'd been a valuable ally when Chris and I got into a jam or two. When we all graduated he'd gone off to play for one of the Midwest football powerhouses (I couldn't remember which one). And since then I'd lost touch with him. Now I run into him here. He immediately told the others to let me in, just as I'd found my tour pass, what a coincidence. 

"What are you doing here, bro?" he asked, offering a massive hand to me.

"Taking pictures for Rihanna and Tigress, just getting paid for it." I said.

Zach was watching the activity closely.

"I need to go to work, I'll be right back." I said.

I immediately snapped off a few shots of Britney with Rhianna and Tigress. She was extremely cute, golden blonde hair, brown eyes and dressed in designer jeans with a vintage Elvis t-shirt. Zach stood close by Britney. 

"Hey Britney, how about one with your bodyguard?" I boldly asked.

She laughed and went over to Zach and stood close to him as I snapped off some shots. Zach smiled at me, I know he was thinking back to days gone by. And wondering how he could get revenge on me! The other guards' told Britney it was time to go and she started to leave. Zach handed me a business card.

"Call me at this number in an hour." He said before giving me a wave as the crew left. I looked at the card, wondering what this could mean.

I met up with Chris a few minutes later as we headed to the stage for Tigress' set.

"Guess who's here?" I said.

"Who?" Chris replied.

"The Z-Man. He's working for somebody named Britney." I said.

"Uh-oh! I better hide!" Chris said nervously. "I still owe him money from that Bowl game he played in."

We took up our positions by the stage and went to work as Tigress hit the Madison Square Garden stage. An hour later, it was Rhianna's turn for her set. Once she finished (with an encore of "All Right Now" with the requisite looks in my direction) we returned to the backstage area as Beyonce's team setup her stage. I took this as my opportunity to call Zach's number.

"Hey! Hollywood Jim! Are you gonna be around for Beyonce's show or are you takin' off?" he asked.

"Uh, I'll be around, why?" I asked.

"Cool, come up to the VIP suites, you can watch the show and we can get a beer."

"Great! I'm on my way." I said.

"Bring your hot shot partner while you're at it." He said slyly.

"How'd you know he was with me?" I said, surprised that he knew Chris was with me.

"Hey man, wherever he is, you're sure to be there too." He said with a wiseguy tone.

I couldn't help but laugh.

I somehow convinced Chris to go with me and we headed for the VIP suites high up in the Garden. Zach was there to meet us, it was just like old times again. Zach took us over to a row of luxury seats that looked out onto the stage.

"Britney? I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine." He said. 

Britney stood and shook hands with us as Zach did the introductions.

"Hi guys! Zach tells me you're high school buddies." She said in a bubbly voice.

"Yes, Zach was the star on our football team." I said.

"Oh, did you guys play too?" she asked.

"Uh, no we didn't." I answered.

"You're kidding! You weren't on the team? You look like you could've been." She said to me.

"Well, let's just say that on our team size mattered. And I..." 

"He didn't have the size." Zach said.

We all laughed at his bad joke.

"Well, Zach's a good guy, I'm lucky to have somebody like him." She said. "Oh! Showtime!" she said excitedly as the house lights went down.

We all went to the row of seats that looked out on the stage.

"Oh, you sit here, Jim." Britney said, directing me to the seat next to her.

I was a little flattered as I sat next to the lovely Ms. Spears. 

"This must be boring for you, since you're working on the tour." She said.

"Actually, this is the first time I've seen the show. We're usually leaving with the other acts when Beyonce' comes on." I said.

Beyonce' hit the stage with her usual flash. I was watching her show closely. After all, she was my boss. But I couldn't help but look at the superstar sitting next to me. Even in the shadows and multi-colored lights, she still looked pretty. She was watching the show as intently as I was. I was really next to Britney Spears. And not by chance, she'd asked me to sit next to her, a place of honor, I suppose. The prettiest girl in school had asked the school geek (i.e. me) to sit next to her in the lunchroom. Like I said, a place of honor. I turned to Chris and he had the same look I did. He seemed to know what was going through my mind. 

As the show ended, Britney stood and turned to me;

"It was great meeting you Jim!" she said with that bubbly voice of hers.

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine, Ms. Spears." I replied.

"Please! Call me Britney!" she corrected.

"Sorry, I'm always a little intimidated when I meet someone like you." I said with a nervous smile.

"Aw, don't be!" she said confidently. "Zach was calling you 'Hollywood', what's with that?" she said with a smile.

"Oh, um, it's a nickname I got in high school. It's followed me ever since." I said with resignation.

"I kinda like it, it's perfect for someone like you." She said sweetly.

"Really?" I replied.

"You bet." She said with a sly wink.

Britney was told she had to leave, she gave me a quick hug and waved goodbye to everyone in the suite.

Chris looked at me.

"Hollywood Jim strikes again." He said with his usual wiseguy tone. 

I smiled slightly in response.

Chris and I were outside the Garden when my phone rang.

It was Zach.

"Hey, 'Hollywood'! Where are you now?"

"We're outside the Garden, why?"

"Great, Britney's having some friends over at her place, you guys are invited."

"Cool! Where is it?"

Zach gave me an address and we grabbed a cab over there.

When we got to the address, we thought we'd misheard the directions.

"Britney's place" was in Trump Tower.

"She lives here?" I said, confused as I looked up at a building that seemed to fade into the night sky.

"She must be downsizing her lifestyle." Chris said.

We somehow found the private entrance to the upper level apartments and went up to the 56th floor. We knocked on the door and were met by another security guard who showed us in. Britney's apartment was a luxurious one, obviously. It had scenic views of the city everywhere we looked. We could see Chuck and Tigress, Rihanna was with people from her record company. And there were others who must've been friends of Britney's. Britney came over and hugged us again.

"Hey guys! You made it!" she said excitedly.

She was wearing a blue velour sweatsuit with a white t-shirt underneath.

"Thanks for inviting us." Chris said to her.

"Oh, it was just great meeting you guys at the show. Get yourself a drink." She said as she went off to talk to Chuck.

As we hung around, I think I saw the real Britney come out. She was smiling and laughing with everyone, and sexy as hell! She didn't seem at all like the tabloid target she'd been made out to be.

As I nursed my 3rd drink, Britney came over to me with a camera.

"Hey, since you're the photo guy could you get some photos of me with everyone?" she asked with a smile.

"You got it." I replied.

Britney had me shoot random photos of her with everyone as the party went on. Her camera was a nice digital, similar to one I kept in my messenger bag.

"Do you think you could put those on my laptop? I can never get that to work when I try it. Usually somebody on my team does it." She asked me.

"Oh, sure, glad to." I said as we caught each other's eye.

She smiled very flirtatiously at me.

"OK, it's in here." She said as she led me to a smaller room down the hall.

Her laptop was a top of the line HP model. She looked so pretty even in the simple sweatsuit she had on. Her blonde hair was almost electric.

"See, I can never get the software working right, one of my guys is all into that but he didn't come this time. It's good somebody like you is here."

"Oh, it's not too hard."

"Oh, really? Is it?" she said with another smile. 

I picked up on the double entandre' and we both laughed.

I showed her the steps for transferring the photos and she immediately picked it up.

"Aha! Now I see what I was doing wrong!" she said excitedly.

"Now what's that guy gonna do now that you figured this out?" I joked.

She laughed that little girlish laugh of hers in response. Then she grew quiet and appeared deep in thought.

"Um, you do photos for other people right? For like magazines and stuff?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, that pretty much describes it." I replied.

"You're not a freelancer, right?"

"No...not really." I said slowly. 

"OK, I'd like to show you something, since you're not a paparazzi guy. I think I can trust you on this." She started.

"But we just met like an hour ago." I said.

"That's OK, if Zach says you're OK, I believe him. He's been with me a long time and he saved my ass a few times." She said with that Louisiana accent she still had.

Britney motioned for me to move over and she clicked on another set of files. Then opened a file buried within another file. Interesting, she buried files the same way I did on mine.

"OK, I need your word you won't say anything about this to anyone." She said with a serious look on her face.

"Well, yes...but I'm not sure what this is all about." I said, I was confused where this was all going.

"Okay." She said

She clicked on a file marked with a seemingly random series of letters and numbers.

My eyes widened and I tried not to act like a drooling troglodyte. 

The file contained a series of photos, nude photos, of Britney Spears.

She was pictured in a series that appeared to have been taken in a bedroom somewhere. She was wearing lacy lingerie of different styles and colors. Then she was out of those, her tits looked fabulous. They were strong C-cup size with cute nipples. Augmented? Maybe, but beautiful nonetheless. Then she was completely nude, her pussy was carefully trimmed and it looked pink and inviting as she ran her fingers through it with a look of ecstasy on her face. Another series had her nude in the desert, arching her body like an athlete against multicolored banners.

"Not bad for two kids, huh?" she said with a smile.

"Uh...no, you, uh look great. Can...can I ask you about these?" I stammered.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Uh, where did these come from?" I finally got up the nerve to ask.

"Playboy did a shoot with me a year ago that was supposed to be hush-hush. I backed off because I was in the middle of my custody hearings and all. So I made a deal with them where I got to keep the pictures and they got their money back. You're one of the few people to ever see them. Kevin doesn't even know about this. If he did, I don't know what would happen." She explained.  

"What about your parents and all?" I asked.

"They don't know either. My attorney has the only other copies." She said.

I continued to click through the photos, they were remarkable. I was truly amazed at the level of trust here. I was looking at secret photos of one of the biggest stars in the entertainment world. This was almost like the secret Hilary Duff photos that she'd actually encouraged me to take. It seemed like I was becoming the man who kept all the secrets. 

"So what do you think?" she asked, snapping me back to reality.

"Well...there's some great technique here." I replied.

She laughed.

"No, come on...do you like them?"

"I think they're great. You've definitely got something for your archives here." I said.

"You're right, I guess when I'm a Grandma I can show these off, right?" she said. 

"I guess so." I replied. I was trying to be objective, she was putting a lot of trust in me.

"So tell me...where did that "Hollywood" nickname come from?" she asked.

"Oh, that!" I nervously laughed. "Well, I was always into music and movies and stuff, quoting lines, reading books, so it just found me I guess."

"Hmm, I get it. I met up with Paris Hilton awhile back and she was telling me about some guy named Hollywood." She said as we continued clicking through her photo gallery.

"She was like one of the first people I met when I came out to LA." I said. "I was really surprised when I met her. We did a photo shoot with her."

"Oh, my god, that's it." she said suddenly.

"What?" I said, surprised.

"You're Hollywood Jim." She said more calmly now. "Paris told me she met a guy named Jim at the launch party for Heiress....she said his nickname was Hollywood...you're him."

"Uh...yes...I guess I am." I said, not sure what the consequences may be.

"Why do you look ashamed?" she said.

"Um, I don't know, guess it's, uh, insecurity." I said.

"Don't be...she said you were a sweet guy." Britney said with a sweet smile. "And a great lover." Britney's hand had moved to my crotch and I was startled a little. I was unsure what to do next. Britney had a look of love on her face, and a very calming smile. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Um, should we be...I-I-I mean...is this o-o-okay?" I stammered.

"It will be, give me a minute." She said as she stood up and left the room. I could hear her saying "OK everybody, this Mom's gotta get her beauty sleep." As she started to get everybody out. I could hear Chris coming down the hallway.

"Hey, we gotta go man." He said.

"He's helping me with my computer, Chris." Britney said before I could reply. "He'll be along later, right Jim?" she said.

"Yeah, her photo program is all screwed up, I'm gonna fix it for her. I'll get a cab back." I said.

"OK, I'll, uh, catch you later." Chris said. But I could tell he knew what might be going on. We'd been around too long not to pick up on all the signs.

I heard all the outside voices diminish to silence. Britney then came back in.

"OK, they're gone, come on, let's get a drink." She said.

Britney led me to a large kitchen and got us cans of Pepsi. She looked so cute with her blonde hair and beautiful eyes. And her body looked fantastic.

"So, Mister Hollywood..." she said with a giggle. "How does it feel to be famous?"

"Uh, well, it feels like I've got some kind of spotlight on me." I said.

She laughed.

"Oh, you've got a spotlight, mine." Britney said as she kissed me again, much more passionately now. I returned the kiss, her lips felt very sweet and her perfume only made things hotter.

"Come on, I wanna see what Paris saw. Take your clothes off." She said with a naughty smile.

"Excuse me?" I said, stunned.

"Take 'em off!" she said with a giggle.

"Uh, Ms. Spears, I-" 

"Britney." She corrected.

"Britney, I'm not sure of this is a good idea and all."

"Yes, it is...we're both adults...I'm a woman...you're a man...and I want to see you naked...hell, I'll get naked too." She said and stood up started to take off her sweatsuit.

"Uh no, no. I'll do what you ask..." I said hesitantly.

"Good." She said.

I stood up and was telling myself, this is wrong, this is so wrong, as I stripped. Britney's eyes were getting wider as I took off more and more until I dropped my underwear and she smiled and took in the full picture.

"Nice...oh yeah...nice." She said as she stood and looked at me from all angles. 

She kissed me again. 

"My turn." She said softly.

She took less time, her jacket and t-shirt came off showing those gorgeous tits to me. And she took off her pants and underwear in one quick swoosh. Her pussy still had that trimmed look that really turned me on. She was a true blonde alright. 

Britney Spears was now completely naked in front of me.

My excitement wasn't hard to see.

"What do you think?" she asked as she turned around and I got the full picture of her.

"Whoa...you look great." I said.

"So do you." She said as we kissed again.

My dick was poking at her love nest and she giggled.

"Oh, my...you've got a big dick." She said with a smile.

"It's not that..." I started to say.

Britney put a finger to my lips

"I like a dick like yours." She said.

Her hand began to hold and caress it.

I was beginning to breathe rapidly as her soft hands worked their magic.

She looked up at me, smiling.

"You can touch me back, you know." She said softly.

I hesitantly reached out for her tits, they felt beautiful in my hands, her nipples were small red orbs and they were already erect too. 

"Mmmm...honey...sit down here...I want to blow you." She said in that soft, voice that was so sexy with its southern accent.

Britney had me sit on a leather sofa and she crouched down on her hands and knees and held my dick in her hands.

"This is gonna be fun." She said with that "Britney smile". 

Britney Spears now took my dick into her mouth. 

I could feel her tongue swirl around the head, then she bobbed her head up and down my length. Then she came off it making a popping sound with her mouth.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 27



"Damn! You got a nice cock!" she giggled.

I was too overwhelmed to speak at this moment.

She resumed her fellatio work on me, she looked so sexy. I tried to reach down to feel her tits that hung seductively. She inched forward a little so I could feel them better, then she sat up.

"Oh, you should have some of this baby." She said.

Britney stood up and sat down on my lap, offering those beauties to me.

"Take 'em honey...they're all yours." She whispered.

My tongue and hands now felt her tits, Britney was breathing heavily, her tits heaving upwards with every breath.

"Oh that feels so good Jim...Mmmm...keep doing that...keep sucking mah boobs." Her accent got more pronounced, and even sexier, as she ran her fingers through my hair. Then she threw her own head back.

"Oh God! That feels so fuckin' good! Oh my god!!" she screamed out.

Then she seemed to collapse in my arms.

After a few moments, she looked into my eyes, smiling.

"Ooooh...that was sooo nice."

"You feel wonderful." I said.

"Thank you...I want to do some more." She said. "Come on, my bedroom will be more comfortable."

Britney stood and led me down the hallway to her bedroom. I couldn't resist temptation and touched her cute ass. She giggled.

She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, she was a work of art, her pussy was golden blonde and she had a look of deep lust on her face. I stood for a moment admiring her.

"Wow." Was all I could say.

I got onto the bed and crawled up to her pussy, it smelled like flowers and I touched her lips slightly, she jerked back a little.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little sensitive down there at first...please lick me."

As my tongue began to lick her, I could see her head slowly fall back as she let out a long slow moan. She was also softly caressing her nipples. I continued to lick her pussy, then worked my way inside it. This sent her into fits of ecstasy.

"Oh yes! Oh god...oh fuck yes! Oh god! Oh my fuckin' god!" she cried out.

I could feel her hand on my head as it seemed to push me further inside her. Then I felt her climax gushing on my lips, she tasted so sweet. I felt her hands pull my head up.

"Baby you better fuck this girl now!" she said with a laugh.

I sat up and got ready to fuck her.

"Uh, do you have any...." I asked sheepishly

"Oh I got my tubes tied long ago just fuck me." She said.

I got into position and eased myself into her pussy. It was so hot and tight as it wrapped around my dick, Britney was so excited.

"Yeah that's it! Oh yeah I can feel you!" she said excitedly. "Oh, yeah!"

I began to pump in and out of her and I was feeling the same sensations as she was, this was a million dollar pussy I was fucking.

"Oh! Fuck me Jim! Fuck me!" she cried out.

Already she was pushing me to be everything she expected, and I loved it.

Britney was laughing and smiling all the time.

"Oh yeah! Fuck this MILF honey! Uh-HUH! Yeah!"

Britney was calling herself a MILF? Whoa!

I kept pounding into her, then slowed down as I lay on top of her. I could feel her arms around me as we kissed deeply. I pulled out of her and she instinctively turned around and showed her ass to me. I rubbed my dick on her cunt, then pushed inside, she groaned erotically as I went inside her.

"Uhhhhyeah! Uh god! Yeah baby...fuck my ass..." she said.

Britney now leaned downward and her face was buried in a pillow, her ass up high as I fucked it. Then she threw her head upward and screamed out in ecstasy.

"YEAH! FUCK ME BABY FUCK ME!!"

I was leaning back and Brit was matching my motions move for move.

I now slowed down and pulled her up, she turned and kissed me over her shoulder.

"I wanna ride you honey." She whispered.

I pulled out and she turned around.

"Oh man, you're still hard...wow." She said, amazed.

Britney climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my dick. She had this smile of pure pleasure on her face as she bit her lip slightly.

"Oh...this is sooo nice...I like this." She said softly to me. "You like watching my boobs?"

"Y-y-yes..." I replied.

"I can tell." She said as she caressed them and rocked on my dick.

Britney leaned down and kissed me as she continued to rock. She felt so nice. The slow motion was really turning me on and I could feel an explosion building as she continued to gently rock on me. She was smiling and giggling the whole time. She started to rock faster. 

"I can feel you baby...you're growing inside me...you gonna cum?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes...oh man...I'm gonna cum..." and I let out a roar from deep within as I exploded. Britney began to cry out at the same time.

"Oh my god! I can feel you! I feel you! Oh my god...yes...yes!" she cried.

As our climaxes subsided, she fell onto me and I held her, then she rolled off me. We were both panting like Olympic athletes after a marathon.

"Wow...oh man that was incredible." She said as she turned over.

My eyes were closed and I was without words, but still smiling.

We lay on the bed for a bit, then she slowly rolled of the bed and stood up. 

"Oh wow, look." She said to me.

I turned around and she was showing me her pussy, I could see my cum dripping out of it. 

"Man, you had a lot in you, it's coming out of me." She said giggling. "It feels good." She said as she rubbed it around her pussy. 

"Come on, I wanna show you something else." She said as she took my hand.

I was still exhausted from our sex, but somehow found the energy. She led me into her bathroom. It was sand-colored, with marble accents all around, and huge mirrors on the walls. A big Jacuzzi tub was in the middle.

"You wanna take a bubble bath?" she said with a smile.

"Wow...uh...OK." I said.

"This'll be nice...we can relax a little more." She said.

Britney got the water going and sprinkled some exotic smelling bath salts and bubbles into the tub. She began to brush her hair in the mirror as I watched. She looked at herself in the mirror, but I knew she was looking at me.

"Did you like fucking me Jim?" she asked.

"Yes...a lot." I said with a happily tired look on my face. My dick was slowly coming back to life as well.

"I liked it more." She said.

The tub was nearly full and the bubbles covered the surface. Britney held me close and we kissed.

"Mmmm...you were wonderful." She said with a smile.

My hands began to feel all around her body and she was breathing heavy again.

"Oh baby, it's bath time for you." She said sweetly.

We climbed into the Jacuzzi tub and let the bubbles flow around us. We were already laughing at how crazy this all was. But she still looked sexy as hell as she began to soap her body down. She knew I was watching her closely. She came over to me now.

"Will you scrub my back for me?" she asked innocently.

"Sure." I said as I took some soap, lathered it up, and began to rub her back with it. She made sounds of pleasure as I did this. She turned around and I washed her tits. She seductively bent her body as I slowly caressed them. Her eyes were half closed and her smile told how turned on she was. I was too! I knew I was rock hard again and she did too. 

"My turn...you need to be cleaned up, you naughty boy! Coming here all sexed up for little 'ol me." She said with a laugh.

Britney turned around and began soaping my body. As she did this, we kissed more until we were lying against the sides of the tub. 

We were both spent. Our fucking and the heat of the tub had worn us out. We held each other close as the bubbles flowed around us.

"I love this...it's so perfect." She said.

"It feels great..." I said, my voice trailing off.

Britney turned and kissed me softly.

"You were just what I needed, baby." She said softly.

All I could do was smile as we held one another. I don't think either of us was looking for sex, I doubted I could give it to her anyway.

We stayed in the tub for quite awhile, then got out and dried each other off. She had some gorgeous tits that felt so nice to hold.

She led me back to the bedroom and we stretched out naked on the large bed. She wrapped herself around me and we soon fell asleep.

As morning came, I heard Britney answer the phone by the bed. Then she awakened me abruptly.

"Hey, you've gotta get going, my dad's on his way up!" 

"Oh, man. OK, uh where should I go?" I said as I sat up quickly and searched for my clothes.

"You know where the kitchen is? There's a door out to a service corridor, just follow that and it'll take you out to the main hallway." She said as she hurriedly dressed.

I tried to remember exactly what I'd had when I came up here and figured I was all set. Britney came over and gave me a quick hug and kiss.

"You're out in LA, right?" she said.

"Right, East Coast Image." I replied.

"OK baby, I'll call you when I'm home." She said as she kissed me.

"This was great." She said with that classic Britney smile.

As we headed for the kitchen, I turned to her;

"I guess this is what you call love on the run, right?" I joked.

She laughed as she kissed me one last time and I exited the apartment by the service corridor. The corridor was a long hallway that led out to the bank of elevators we'd come up on. As I waited for the elevator, the bell rang and out stepped an older gentleman wearing an LSU jacket and weathered khaki pants. We caught one another's eye.

"Morning." I said.

"Yes, good morning." He said as he looked at me with a bit of suspicion. "Do you live here too?"

"Oh no, just visiting a business contact. I got off on the wrong floor." I said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I see. My daughter lives her." He said.

"Well, lucky girl." I said.

"Yes, you're right." He said as he walked away towards Britney's place.

That was her dad, I realized.

I got on the down elevator and as the doors closed, breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe "Hollywood Jim" needs to get back to hanging around normal people, like Paris Hilton.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 28



The Triple Threat Tour continued its trek west. We were now headed towards Chicago for 2 nights at the United Center. The shows had really found their groove and we were running like a well-oiled machine. Chris and I were getting great shots everywhere. Rhianna and Tigress turned out to be better clients than we ever dreamed. We had complete access to their inner circle. And to Rhianna, I occasionally had complete access to her. I hadn't had much time with her though, we'd kept our distance from one another following our little fling in Dallas. That was fine by me. We both had our work to focus on. But now that we were in Chicago, she decided to make up for lost time.

How the information got to her, I don't know, but it was my birthday the first night there. I figured Chris had told her somehow. I thought something must be up, because he had this sneaky expression on his face all day. 

It might've been frozen on his face for all I knew. The day we arrived, a classic Midwest blizzard had hit Chicago, and it was cold. Not just cold, but arctic cold. And I felt it everywhere. We were all hunkered down in our rooms for the day. And it was now questionable if the show would go on or not. Finally, the call went out that the show was a go.

We went through the usual pre-show rituals of production and fan meetings, dinner with the crew (who were a great bunch with seemingly endless stories of other acts they'd worked with) and then...showtime!

Tigress' show had become the one to see as the tour progressed. I think the girls' realized how big a tour this was and how it could benefit their careers. Word got back to Rihanna and she already wanted them for her upcoming tours of Japan and Australia. So Chris and I figured we should get our passports in order when we got back to LA. 

Rihanna hit the stage next and we got our shots. She had a variety of costume changes during her show that went from a black S&M inspired suit with knee length boots, to a classy miniskirt for her ballads, to a hip-hop inspired striped shirt and sweats combo for her encore "Pon De Replay". Once she finished that, she went off stage and changed into a Chicago Bears jersey with "Rihanna 1" printed on the back and orange hot pants before coming back for another encore. She walked to the center of the stage and had a chair brought out. 

"That's strange." I thought.

It got stranger!

"OK, Chicago, I've got one more song to do...and I want your help on this one."

I was snapping photos of this, then suddenly noticed Chris wasn't in his usual spot on the other side of the stage. 

"I have a friend here...and it's his birthday tonight."

Uh-oh, I thought.

Rihanna turned in my direction, the main spotlights followed, and I suddenly realized some of the stage crew was behind me, with mischievous smiles.

"So I want you all to wish him a happy birthday...his name is Jim...but he has another name...Mister Hollywood...so come on up here Mister Hollywood!" she said with a beaming smile.

Next thing I knew, I was being hustled onstage in front of 22,000 screaming and laughing fans. I was beyond nervous at this moment. Even more so was the fact that Tigress was up there too. I looked around for Chris and saw him doubled over with laughter.

"You sit right here, baby." Rihanna said, directing me to the chair in the middle of the huge stage.

"OK Chicago! All together now..." and all of Chicago sang "Happy Birthday" to me. I was smiling but embarrassed at the same time. She gave me a big kiss at the end. I was about to run offstage when Rihanna stopped me;

"Oh, That's not all, babe." She announced to me and the crowd.

Then she and the band began an acapella intro 

"All right now...baby he's alright now...all right now...baby he's all right now..."

And the band kicked into her version of Free's "All Right Now". She was singing it ostensibly to the crowd but it was really directed at me, especially when she kept saying "baby, he's alright now", and looked at me with a sexy smile or a seductive touch on my shoulders. In the instrumental section, she turned that into an onstage lap dance for me. She seductively ran her hands all over my body like an expert stripper and was grinding her cute ass into my lap, which got the expected reaction, and another smile from her. Then, to my shock, she turned her back to the audience and suddenly pulled up her shirt, flashing her tits at me. Which the crowd screamed their approval of. It was so unexpected, and even she was surprised she did it. As the song finished, she leaned down and kissed me. I could tell by the look on her face that she enjoyed it, and wanted to do more, but only with me.

"Thank you Chicago! See you next time!" she yelled as she finished the song.

She took my hand and led me off the stage. Chris was waiting there for me, still laughing.

"You were great!" He said while still laughing.

"Just wait 'til it's YOUR birthday, pal!" I said. "You've done some sneaky things but this beats 'em all!" I was mad, excited, overjoyed, grateful, all at the same time.

The other members of the crew came over and were glad-handing me, telling me how this was the best night of the tour, for them. Gee, nice to know I gave them a thrill. 

Chuck sprang for drinks and dinner for everybody back at the hotel bar, it was a good feeling after all we'd been doing to unwind like this, even if it was in the single digits outside. 

About midnight, everybody'd had their fill and we spilt towards our rooms. I went to get my room card at the front desk and was handed a note.

"Suite 1717" it read.

"Uh, what's this?" I asked the desk clerk.

"It was to be given to you, that's all I know, sir." She responded.

"OK, I guess a mystery is always good at midnight when you're exhausted." I said wearily. I started to walk away and realized how much I'd had to drink. 

"...not to mention drunk." I said to myself.

I figured Chris probably had some final bit of revelry in store for me.

I went up to Suite 1717 and rang the doorbell.

The door opened and Rihanna stood there in a silk nightgown.

"Hey, baby. Come on in." she said with a smile.

I was speechless.

The room was softly lit with candles

"I wanted to wish you a happy birthday." She said in a sweetly sexy voice as she embraced and kissed me.

"Didn't you do that onstage tonight?" I said with a chuckle.

She laughed in response.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I did that!"

"Well, it was a first for me too." I said.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"It was...unreal." I said smiling as I held her.

"Good." And she kissed me.

We gazed at one another and she smiled widely.

"Let me get you a drink, baby." And she went over to open a bottle of champagne.

"You look really great." I said.

"Thanks...so do you." She said as she handed me a glass.

"Happy birthday, Jim." She said sweetly.

And we clinked our glasses together. 

"Thank you, Ms. Rihanna." I said in reply.

Her suite was, obviously, dimly lit because of the candles. But I could see the lights of Chicago outside. I knew it was beyond frigid out there. But that only added to te warm feelings we had at that moment. 

Rihanna wrapped herself in my arms and we kissed long and lovingly, her lips felt so good and her skin ever so soft. The silky material of the nightgown only added to the feelings we had at this moment.

"I guess you figured it out, I'm your birthday present." She said with a smile.

"Uh, Chris didn't put you up to this did he? He's not gonna jump out of the closet is he?" I asked.

She laughed.

"No! I wouldn't do that! It is pretty sneaky though!" she giggled.

"OK, good. I've known that guy for a long time and I still don't know what goes through his mind sometimes..." I said.

She then put her finger to my mouth.

"Shhhh, baby. It's just you and me." She whispered. 

I could feel her hips moving against mine. Her eyes were closed and a look of deep happiness was on her face. 

"You feel so nice Jim." She whispered.

"So do you." I replied.

"Mmmm...so nice..." she continued to whisper.

Her actions had me excited. And I could tell she was too.

Rihanna stepped back from me and slowly let the straps of her nightgown fall away, she was completely nude underneath. Her dark skin looked so exotic in the candlelight. She smiled and let out a little giggle.

She beckoned me with her finger as she slowly walked over to the bedroom. I was so stunned at how this evening had been. I followed her and slowly looked around the corner into the room, unsure of what I'd see.

It was worth it.

Rihanna was stretched out on the bed, propped up on her elbow, a smile and come hither look on her face.

"Come here, Mister Hollywood." She said.

All I could say was "Oh my...".

She smiled at me as she lay there in all her naked glory.

"Why don't you get comfortable and join me?" she said softly.

I took a deep breath and began disrobing for her pleasure.

Once I was naked, she smiled and licked her lips.

I lay on the bed with her and we kissed, our hands were exploring each others' bodies.

"Oh baby, you hard 'mon." she said in that Caribbean accent.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Oh, I love it." She said. "I love a hard 'mon." She said with a giggle.

"I love a soft girl..." I replied.

"Mmmm...I know you do." She said as she kissed me.

Rihanna then leaned me onto my back and she took my hard dick into her hands. 

"Oh, it's so nice...I missed this...I did tell you we'd have some fun, right?" she said.

"Yes, you did." I said.

"Mmmm...let's have some fun." She said as she took my dick into her mouth. 

Her lips and tongue were soft, wet, and hot as she licked the length of my shaft, then took it all into her mouth, making smacking noises as she sucked. She occasionally turned to look at me and smiled, she knew she was turning me on to no end. Especially when she flicked her tongue out at me, then did the same to the head of my dick, now shiny and slick. She now began to jerk me to even more excitement before putting it back in her mouth and licking me even more.

"You gonna come, baby?" she said.

"I think so..." I said as I could feel my explosion building.

"Good." She said as she licked me even more.

"Oh my god Rihanna! I'm gonna...." I yelled out as I exploded into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, then slowly looked up at me and showed her tongue, awash in my cum. She smiled and took a swig of champagne to wash it all down.

I was still breathing heavily as my climax slowly ended. Rihanna was enjoying all she'd done. 

"That was nice baby." She said as she came up and kissed me on the cheek, then held me in her arms. "I know you've got more in you."

"Oh...yeah...I've...got more." I tried to say. 

She smiled widely as she laid her face on my chest. Her hand slowly went back down to my semi-hard dick and she lovingly held it in her hand.

"Your dick is so beautiful, you know." She said softly.

"Thank you." I replied just as softly.

Hearing her breathe in my ear was so sexy. I turned and we kissed. I slowly pushed her onto her back and began to caress her body. Her dark skin against mine was equally hot. I kissed her great tits and my hand went down to her pussy. The skin felt so smooth, like it'd just been waxed. My finger began to probe inside her love nest and she was moaning and breathing heavily. I kissed all around her pussy and the smooth skin tasted wonderful, then I licked around it and she was gasping as this sensation flowed through her. My tongue continued to probe her pussy and her body began to convulse with pleasure. Then she arched her back and let out a long slow moan then slowly came back down. 

Rihanna had climaxed.

I worked my way back up her body, kissed her tits more, then her lips. 

"Oh baby...yeah...oh that feels good..." she whispered in my ear.

I was hard again from all this. I sat up and Rhianna saw how excited I was and began to giggle in anticipation. 

"You gonna fuck me Jim?" she asked with a sexy smile.

I could only nod in agreement.

"Oh baby...I want you." She said. "I want you to fuck me."

I was speechless with all that was happening.

"Come on birthday boy fuck me." She said with a smile.

I got up on top of her and slowly inserted my dick in her. She moaned in response.

"Ohhh baby...I've been waiting for this." She said in a sweet voice.

I lay on top of her for a few seconds before I began to slowly thrust into her. She rapidly breathed in and out as I did this. I was looking into her eyes and she was smiling, she was so happy at this moment. Or I should say, WE were so happy at this moment.

"Jim...oh baby fuck me...it's your birthday baby..." she gasped.

I was in heaven as I thrust into this Caribbean beauty, and she was loving everything I did.

"Oh yeah baby!" she was now crying out.

I could feel my dick pulsing with excitement as I fucked her more and her moans and cries only added to the excitement. I rolled over onto my back and she sat up giving me the full picture of her. She leaned way back and slowly moaned, then began to rock herself on my dick, occasionally caressing her tits. She smiled at me.

"Baby...oh I love fuckin' you!" she said with joy.

"I love fuckin' you!" I said back as I thrust into her a few more times.

I slowed down and pulled out of her, she turned and offered her ass to me. I caressed and kissed it, it felt so lovely. My dick slid into her again and she immediately screamed out in ecstasy.

"OH GOD!! OH GOD JIM! OH MY GOD BABY...YES...FUCK MY ASS!"

It only turned me on more as I banged into her, her face was buried in a pillow as she continued to cry out in ecstasy. And I could feel my next explosion coming.

"Oh god Rhi...I'm gonna..." I started as I exploded inside her.

"Oh yeah!" she cried out. "I feel it! Oh my god I feel it!"

And we collapsed onto the bed.

Neither of us could speak, we were out of breath. We just lay together on the bed, my dick still inside her. I softly kissed her sweet neck and she cooed;

"Happy Birthday Jim."

"Thank you, Rihanna." I replied.

We curled up under the generous blankets and fell asleep as the snow continued outside.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 29



The Triple Threat Tour hit Las Vegas for 2 nights at the MGM Grand Arena. Chuck promised us a night off before we headed down to LA and San Diego for the final dates of the tour. The MGM seemed like a city unto itself. Even though it was our fourth time here, I still remembered that Chris had told me you could never see all of Vegas, it was always changing. He was right. We arrived early in the morning and checked into our rooms. I begged off hitting the sights with Chris in favor of getting some sleep for a few hours. Even this far into the tour, my body clock was still getting used to the pace of a national tour. 

I must've been more tired than I thought I was, when my cellphone rang, it was nearly 4 in the afternoon. 

"Hey wake up, pal! Chuck's called a production meeting, get down to the Arena." He said.

"OK, I'm on my way." I said yawning.

The tour ran perfectly. Production meetings were nothing to us by now. Any kinks in the tour had been fixed long ago. I think Chuck only called these meetings just so he could feel like a big shot.

Chris and I snapped our photos onstage and backstage. There were always guests coming by to meet Rhianna and Tigress. It was still tough not to get starstruck when someone we'd only seen on TV walked by. I'd already had my "encounters" with the beautiful ones. 

And the next one just walked in.

I was on my knees trying to fix a tripod when I saw a pair of legs in black denim walk up to me and kneel down.

"How's my favorite paparazzi?" a voice asked.

It was Lindsay Lohan.

She was smiling and looking hot! The black denim jeans were accompanied by an electric red blouse and white blazer. And her hair was a thick shade of titian red. Much had changed for Lindsay since we'd last seen one another. We'd had a passionate night and morning together, followed by another, sadly, abrupt parting. She had a meeting with NBC about a series that day. It turned out to be the smartest move for her. It was a new drama series called "Blind Item" that was an unofficial spinoff from the "Law & Order" series and cast her as a New York tabloid columnist. Lindsay had really applied herself to the series and it paid off. The series was a surprise hit, the network was happy, and in return sent her on a promo trip to Las Vegas when the Triple Threat Tour arrived. Gone was the posse of hangers-on she was notorious for, the cigarettes and booze too. In their place was a driving work ethic. The former party girl now wanted to be seen as a serious actress with much to prove. She was accompanied only by a personal assistant and her manager. She schmoozed adeptly with network reps, VIP's, entertainment TV anchors and people from the tour. 

I stood and gave her a big embrace, hoping not to attract too much attention. I remembered how I'd been once referred to as her "mystery man". It would be best to keep the mystery going.

"How've you been darlin'?" I asked. My smile was as big as hers.

"I feel great! This is the first weekend I've had off in a long time. I had to see this show before it got to LA." She said, beaming. "Now, I have a big question to ask you."

"What?" 

"How's my favorite cat Smokie?" she asked smiling.

"He's at home in LA. I've got a friend watching him. He misses you." I said with an equally large smile.

"I miss him too." She replied, then hugged me again. "But I miss you more. Can we get together?" she whispered in my ear.

"Um, are you staying at the MGM?" I asked, obviously surprised at her directness.

Lindsay nodded. "I'm in one of the VIP Suites."

"How about we get some dinner?" I replied. "I'm starving."

"Perfect, I'm in Suite 24. We can get room service." She said with that "Lindsay smile".

"OK, uh, let me get everything done here and I'll meet you in like an hour." I said.

Just then, her manager poked her head in;

"Uh, Lindsay, there's some people from the network for you to meet." 

"OK, I'll be right there." She said as she gave me a quick kiss goodbye and headed off.

I could see Chris standing in the doorway as she walked out.

"You 'ol dog you! You know you're turning into a male groupie right before my eyes." He said.

"I learned from the master." I said as I walked out.

I dropped off my stuff in my room and headed up to Lindsay's suite.

The VIP suites at the MGM were near the top floor and the hallway was deathly quiet as I walked down it. I've always felt nervous at times like this, what was in store for me this time?

I rang the doorbell for Suite 24. A minute later, the door opened a crack and then fully. 

"Hi, Jim." Lindsay said with a sweet smile.

She looked gorgeous, wearing a jet black satin floor length robe with a silver belt and trimming, very old-time Hollywood. Her hair was casually styled, a simple gold chain around her neck, with a diamond "L" hanging from it.

"Whoa...hello gorgeous." I said, stunned at the beauty that stood before me.

Lindsay seemed a little embarrassed, then smiled saying;

"Like it?" 

"Like is putting it mildly, my dear. You look beautiful." I said, still stunned.

"Oh, you're always such a sweetheart, come on in." she said, giving me a quick kiss, then taking my arm in hers and leading me into her suite. The room was softly lit, with the lights of Vegas spread out before us.

"I didn't know what you'd want for dinner, the menus on the table." She said.

I took a quick glance at it, it all looked delicious.

"What are you in the mood for?" I asked.

"Oh, let's see. Burger King?" she replied.

We both cracked up laughing, remembering how we'd first met.

"Very funny, Ms. Lindsay, very funny! Let's get a Vegas steak." I said

"Perfect." She replied, making the call down to room service.

We embraced and kissed, she felt so soft through the satin material. I could see down the front that she appeared to be topless. As my hand went down her back, she cooed slightly and her ass felt smooth as well.

"Um, are you...?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. I've been waiting for you Jim." She whispered. 

I was right. Lindsay was naked underneath her robe.

Our dinner arrived. Maybe the mood was spoiled slightly, but hey, I was hungry.

We ate our dinner by the window looking out at the Vegas lights.

"So how's the tour been?" she asked.

"Man, I'll tell you, it's one thing to be in the audience watching, it's so different to be behind the scenes." I said between bites of a Vegas-style steak. 

Lindsay was watching me and slowly eating a big salad for herself.

"Kinda like watching a movie and actually being in it, right?" she said.

"Exactly." I nodded.

She smiled widely, then placed her hand on mine.

"It's so good to see you again, Jim. I'm glad you're seeing me like this, I'm so much happier now... And you're the reason."

"I am?" I said, surprised.

"Right. You said last time that we've both got our lives to live. And that we'd meet again. You sounded so confident, and I believed that completely. I knew I had a life to live and I should really do something with it. I went to NBC, really told them how I wanted the series to work. And look where I am now." She said smiling.

"Yeah, it's a great show. They really knew what they were doing." I said.

"No, I knew what I was doing." She said firmly. "They wanted me to do this goofy sitcom. But I watch 'Law and Order', I told them I really wanted to do something like that. And they'd had a script with my character in it but didn't know how to make it work. I just knew that was the one for me." 

As we finished dinner, Lindsay stood and took her hand in mine;

"Come on, I've got something to show you." She said leading me into another part of the suite.

She opened a pair of doors and before us was a softly lit room with a Jacuzzi tub and candles lit around it.

"What do you think?" she asked softly.

"Wow...this is unreal." I said, marveling at the atmosphere.

"Would you like to...get undressed?" she whispered as her hands went over and down my chest.

"Yes, I would." I replied, kissing her softly on the lips.

I removed my shirt, slowly took down my pants as Lindsay watched. She still had her robe on. When I was naked, she stepped back and looked me over.

"Just as beautiful as I remember you." She said as she slowly untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Her body still looked stunning. Her fair complexion and red hair made for quite a mix. Plus her tits looked just as inviting as before. She had a small patch of red hair between her legs too.

"Just as beautiful as I remember you." I said now.

She smiled, then embraced me. She could feel the building excitement between my legs. It only made her breathe more rapidly.

"Oh, baby...oh I want you..." she said softly.

"You're so beautiful Lindsay..." I was saying. "You feel so good..."

"Come on, let's relax in there." She said.

We climbed into the tub and the hot water felt good. The candlelight reflecting off the water only added to the atmosphere. Lindsay treaded the water, then leaned back, dunking her head underneath the water and thrusting her tits upward. 

"Wow! This feels great!" she squealed. "Come here baby!"

I came over to her side and we kissed deeply. Her tongue merged with mine. My hands went for her tits and I caressed them softly. She leaned in and whispered in my ear;

"Oh yes...uh-huh...touch me there...I'm all yours Jim...I'm all yours..." she whispered.

I could feel her hand go down and begin holding my dick. I was getting harder the more she held me and the more we kissed. 

I could wait no more.

I moved in and my dick slid into her pussy. She gasped as I entered her, then moaned uncontrollably as I began to fuck her, sliding in and out of her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth just slightly open. It wasn't easy doing her this way, but to her the feeling was wonderful from what I could see. I kept up as steady a pace as I could. I kept thrusting into her and her breathing in my ear was so sexy.

"Oh god...oh yes...baby...uh-huh...uh-huh...yesssssssss...." She whispered.

"Linds...oh god I'm gonna come..." and I exploded into her.

She slowly exhaled as my come filled her.

We looked into each others eyes and smiled. 

"Wow, that was quick...but wonderful." She said smiling.

"I must've been more excited than I thought I was." I said breathlessly.

"We've got all night honey, all night long." She said in a soothing voice.

I held Lindsay in my arms as the water circulated around us. She felt so soft, her body so sexy. I knew we'd be in for quite a night!

"You wanna watch me do something?" she said in a sexy voice.

"Do something, like what?" I replied. 

"Watch me..." she said with a smile.

Lindsay moved to the other side of the tub, stood up slightly, and began a kind of grinding motion against the sides. She let out a little cry of pleasure every few minutes. Her ass looked so pretty as it slowly moved from side to side. Then she turned and faced me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, intrigued by all this.

"The jets...it's the jets...they feel soooo good." She said.

Lindsay was rubbing herself against the water jets, letting it get her off.

"Oh! I see! My, oh, my Miss Lindsay!" I said.

She giggled in response. She could tell I was very turned on by this little show. I went over to her side and caressed her wet body as she continued to grind herself against the water jets. She was gasping in ecstasy as she felt my hands on her body and the high pressure water jets on her pussy and ass. We kissed and she felt my dick getting hard again. 

"Sit up here." She directed.

She kissed me on my cheek, then kissed her way down my chest until my dick was in her loving hands. Then it slowly disappeared into her hot mouth. I looked around the room and could see candlelight and the glittering world of Las Vegas outside. I felt like a king as Lindsay worked her magic on my dick. Then she slowly removed herself and stood up. We held one another close.

"I'm getting tired, let's try the bedroom out." She said softly.

"Good idea." I replied.

We got out of the tub and dried ourselves off. She stared into my eyes as I softly toweled her off and she did the same to me.

We went into the bedroom and it was just as elegant as the rest of the suite. Lindsay stretched herself out on the huge bed, her legs spread wide showing her pretty pussy with its patch of red on top. She felt so free and oblivious to anything, she began to rub her pussy, her fingers sliding up and down it and even sliding a finger inside it too. She looked at me with a smile. 

"Come on baby...let's do it together..." she said. "You know you love watching me...I wanna watch you."

"Watch me do what?" I asked.

"Get yourself off, I think you're really hot...do what you've always wanted to do..." she said as she rubbed her pussy. "Come on..." she said with anticipation in her voice.

As I joined her on the bed, my dick was getting hard again. And I could tell Lindsay was turned on. I sat close to her, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She sat up, slowly moved me onto my back, and reached for my dick.

"Oh, it's so beautiful." She said as she began to caress it in her hands. "Not too big, not too small..." She said with a touch of innocence in her voice before dissolving into a voice filled with desire. "It's just right."

She swung her legs over me and slowly mounted my dick. It disappeared into her pussy as she let out a long slow moan. She looked down at me and showed a smile of deep passion as she started to rock back and forth on me. Her pussy felt so hot as it wrapped itself around my dick, and she caressed her gorgeous tits as she continued to rock.

"Oh my god...so good...so good." She said over and over.

I could see her eyes flutter. She leaned back and shook her red hair as she screamed out in ecstasy. Then she leaned forward and smothered me in her kisses, she was breathing heavily and whispering in my ear;

"Baby...oh yeah...I love you...you like fucking me, baby? Huh?"

"I love fucking you." I whispered back.

"Say it louder...you love fucking me..."

"I love fucking you!" I yelled out.

"I love fucking this man!" she yelled.

"I love fucking you!" I yelled louder.

"I LOVE FUCKING JIM!" she yelled out.

"I LOVE FUCKING LINDSAY!" I yelled.

"FUCK MY PUSSY!" she screamed out.

"I LOVE FUCKING YOUR PUSSY!" I yelled.

"OH GOD!! OH GOD! OH GOD!! I'M COMING BABY!! I'M COMING!!" she screamed out.

I pulled her over onto her back and rammed into her with all I had, and I could feel my explosion coming, and coming fast. I looked into Lindsay's eyes, they were half closed and she was in the midst of a silent scream of ecstasy. Only staccato breaths were heard.

"Linds...I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come..." I blurted out as I exploded inside her, I collapsed into her arms as her body shot upward then relaxed. Her arms wrapped tightly around me. 

We were both gasping for air.

I felt like I'd just run a mile in the desert. We were both drenched in sweat. I slowly rolled off her and tried to catch my breath. Lindsay was doing the same thing, but she looked over at me and smiled, then rolled her eyes.

"Wow...oh...my...god...that was in...credible." She said slowly. Then she looked up at the ceiling.

We lay there more concerned with being able to breathe again.

Somehow, I'd fallen asleep. Lindsay had too.

She looked just as pretty as I remembered. I turned over and kissed her gently on her cheek. She slowly breathed in and opened her eyes.

"Hey, baby..." she smiled.

"Good morning, gorgeous." I said. 

"Oh my, I really slept." 

"Me, too. I'm not sure what time it is." I leaned over to the bedside clock. It was after 6 am. I breathed a sigh of relief, I know Chris would be trying to call me but our transport wouldn't leave until at least 10. The tour was setup so most of the crew would already be on the road and people like us could leave later on. 

Until then, I had a little while longer with Ms. Lindsay.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 30



Our big adventure was coming to an end. The Triple Threat Tour's last dates would be two nights at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. The tour had been a huge success for all involved. Every show was a sellout, we could've easily done another run across America with the same results. Chuck was already huddling with the tour organizers about a run through Europe or Japan. Chris and I were happy we'd be able to sleep in our own beds very soon. Touring was a great time but we both knew when it was time to get off the carnival ride. 

The first night was filled with special guests backstage and onstage. Rhianna brought Justin Timberlake up for her song "Rehab" to the requisite screams from the crowd. Justin was with Jessica Biel and we were privileged to get a photo of all three backstage for her website. Jessica was friendly and quite pretty, she'd seen our work elsewhere and Chris immediately slipped his business card to her and Justin.

"Always working an angle..." I said to him.

Rhianna's boyfriend Chris Brown turned up, so any rendezvous with her was now unlikely. He was cordial toward us, but I quickly reasoned that keeping my distance was best. Anyway, we had a job to do. Rhianna still gave me a smile every so often. She'd certainly remember the fun we'd had together. It was one reason she wanted me on the tour in the first place.

Throughout the tour, we'd had very little contact with Beyonce'. From the beginning we'd kept our distance from her, she had a cotillion of fierce looking bodyguards around her at all times, and a husband who seemed very stand-offish towards us. At the first night's show, Beyonce' surprised the crowd by bringing up the members of Destiny's Child for a surprise encore of "Bootylicious" and then called us in for post-show photos. Rhianna looked stunned to be in the same room with them. The Tigress girls were uncharacteristically silent; the giggles were nowhere to be found. As we snapped photos, Beyonce' surprised me;

"Hey, I've seen you at every show with Rhianna. What's your name honey?"

"Uh, Jim... I've been doing the photos for Rhianna and Tigress." I said hesitantly.

"Well, you guys should do my photos too." She said.

"Thanks, I'll tell my boss that." I replied.

"You mean you're not the boss?" she asked, surprised.

"No, I just work for that guy." I said pointing at Chris, who sheepishly waved. I think he felt the same way I did; 'she's talking to us?'

"You guys do a great job, thanks for everything!" she said as she was hustled out by her guards.

Chris and I just looked at each other, stunned.

"Gee, we just had our encounter with the queen." I said.

"Maybe she's been on tour too long." Chris said sarcastically.

Chuck then bounced into the room.

"Wow! Can you believe that! What a lady, huh?" he said with his usual enthusiasm. "Don't go too far guys, we've been invited to an end of tour party, let's go!"

So much for sleeping in my own bed tonight, I thought.

The after party was held at the Beverly Hills Hotel, where everything had started. Chris and I felt good knowing that we'd accomplished something big like this. We were big time now, we'd been the lead photographers on the biggest tour of the year. The photos we took were being seen worldwide, not just on the website of a band. It felt good to kick back and enjoy what we'd accomplished. 

And it was about to get better.

I was talking to some of Tigress' backing band when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey there gorgeous, Come here often?" 

It was Hilary Duff.

"Well, only when I don't have a camera with me." I replied.

We both laughed and hugged.

"How're 'ya darlin'?" I said. 

"Oh, I'm so happy for you guys, getting this tour and all. It was a great show." She said happily.

"Hey, thank them, they made it all worth it." I said pointing to Tigress and their band members who were schmoozing with Ryan Seacrest among others. "We were just the hired guns every night."

"So where do you go from here?" she asked as we got drinks.

"Home, thank god! It's been so long since I saw my own bed." I said with relief.

"Hmm...that sounds good." She said wrapping her arm around mine and giving me a smile and wink. 

Her eyes clearly said it all.

"Something tells me you have ideas along that line." I said.

"Well, you saw mine...so...let's see yours." She said very sexily before dissolving into giggles.

"OK, OK we'll do that." I replied.

We found our way to Hilary's convertible and drove off into the LA night. When we arrived at my condo, I had to take a deep breath. I was back home, and even better, I had someone come home with me.

We stumbled into my place leaving the luggage at the door. Up until now, I'd only heard music on my IPod, it was nice but I immediately went to my computer and its vast music files. I'd waited a long time to hear music of my own choosing on a big system, man it felt good! Hilary looked around my place while I checked to see if everything was still where I left it. She was unknowingly swaying in tune with my classic rock tunes

"This is such a cool place." She said.

"Yeah, it's rather nice." I replied from the kitchen.

I turned and there she was, immediately giving me a big kiss.

"I really missed you Jim." She said lovingly.

"I missed you too." I said in return.

We kissed long and lovingly.

Hilary felt so good, her body still as soft as I remembered. My hands went down to her cute, denim clad ass. Her hands drifted to my crotch. I could feel my zipper coming down, then a hand reaching inside my pants. I relaxed and let her hands do their magic. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Welcome home, honey." She said with a sexy look as my dick came out of my khaki Dockers.

"Good to be home." I said in response.

She smiled widely as she held my dick in her hands and began caressing it. I got my courage up and reached for the sides of her shirt and began to slowly pull it up and over her head. She had on a pink push up bra that really displayed her tits. Hilary did the same with my shirt, running her hands down my chest. We stared into each others' eyes and kissed again. I was so nervous as I held her. 

"Please touch my boobs." She said softly.

"Okay." I croaked out.

The bra's material must've been silk because she felt incredibly soft to the touch. Hilary unsnapped her jeans and I saw them slide down revealing matching pink satin panties. She unbuckled my pants and slid them down. I was naked in front of her now. She took a step back and looked at me.

"Oh my god...how do I look?" she asked.

"Beautiful, very girly-girl." I said.

Hilary laughed, and then with a sexy look, slowly unsnapped the front of her bra. Her tits fell free. They still looked cute with their pink nipples. She did a little topless pose for me. She then turned around and pulled her panties down and gave me a great look at her ass. My dick was rock hard now and it was tough not to jerk off at the beautiful sight before me. Especially when she turned again and I saw her in all her naked beauty. She was totally shaved like last time.

"You wanna do it here?" I asked.

"Um, let's go to your bedroom." She said. I could still sense some hesitation on her part.

"That's fine." I replied. I held my hand out to her as we embraced and walked upstairs. I laid her on the bed and we kissed one another all over. Hilary had made her way down to my dick and held its hardness in her hands.

"Wow...so nice." She said with a smile.

It then disappeared into her mouth. Her head moved all up and down it, I could feel her tongue working its magic too. She came off my dick and started to jerk it up and down. 

"I want this nice and ready for me." She said with a sly smile.

"Oh, it will be..." I said, hoping I didn't explode right there.

"Good...'cause I wanna fuck." She now said.

Hilary came back up to me and we kissed, long and lovingly. She smelled so pretty.

She now lay on her back, legs open wide. I found a Trojan and quickly got it on, I almost didn't want to. Hilary looked so beautiful lying there, her legs casually spread, and she was rubbing herself in anticipation of me.

"I know you like watching this, I like it too." She said smiling.

We were ready for one another now.

I got on top of her, looked into her wide , smiling eyes and slid my dick into her, She breathed in just slightly, then let out a little "oh" as she felt me fully inside her. I kissed her cheek and she smiled, I could tell she was just as turned on as me. I slowly began to fuck her, holding her close to me as I slowly went in and out of her. She was breathing heavily with little "oh's" every few seconds that were so sexy. I'd lean in close and kiss her deeply, she responded the same way. I quickened my pace and she responded with even more moans, she was so turned on and hot. Her tits looked so cute and I started to lick and suck on her nipples while still fucking her, she let loose a series of "oh my god's!" in response.

"Baby...let's slow it down a bit." She said softly.

"Okay." I said.

"You feel so good inside me." She said smiling.

"I love it too, you look so pretty." I whispered as we kissed. Her arms were wrapped around me tight.

I rolled off of Hilary and she turned on her side, her back to me.

"Do me this way." She said softly.

I got up close to that cute ass and worked my dick back inside her. It felt so nice this way and I resumed my pace. I held her tits in my hand as I fucked her.

"Baby...oh yes...I like this...ohhh..." she was enjoying this. I worked my hand down to her pussy and felt its wetness. Hilary was gasping now as we fucked. It was so erotic hearing her, it encouraged me to do more.

"Hil...oh my god...baby I'm gonna come!" I said as I unloaded into her with all I had.

Hilary let out a scream of ecstasy as I came. As my climax ended, we relaxed and held each other. It was so quiet in the room now, only our breathing could soon be heard.

We soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was good to be home again.

As the morning came, I looked over at Hilary asleep next to me. It was like when we first met in London, only this time I wasn't leaving in a hurry to catch a train that turned out to be a rented bus. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. I heard her breathe in and she turned over and smiled.

"Hey, good morning." She whispered.

"Good morning to you." I said as I kissed her cheek.

"This bed feels so nice." She said.

"Well, it's because you're in it." I replied.

She smiled in response.

Against the white sheets, her naked body looked incredibly sexy. And the sunlight streaming into my room only added to it. We fell back to sleep holding each other.

Like I said, it was good to be home again.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 31



It was rare that I took any time off from my work with Chris. It seemed everywhere we went was work-related. I finally drew the line when things slowed down for us. We'd done a long national tour with Tigress and followed them around on any other events they were at. Our work on the film "Sunshine Dreamer" had taken us to San Francisco, and then there was the adventure in London. 

In other words, I was beat. 

Chris felt the same way. 

"How does 2 weeks sound to you?" he asked one afternoon.

"2 weeks of what?" I replied.

"2 weeks away from cameras, photo shoots...me." He said with a weary smile.

"Sounds good." I knew exactly what he meant.

"I think I know just the place for you." Chris said as he picked up his phone. "Go home, pal. I've got things covered here, see you tomorrow." He said.

That night, Chris called me back.

"Pack your bags Hollywood. You're going on vacation." He said.

"I am?"

"Right, I called in a favor to Chuck, you have a week to yourself." 

"Uh-huh, and where's that?" I said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Maui, Hawaii. On the beach. At the company beach house." He said.

"WHAT?" I yelled.

"You heard right, you get the first week, I get the second. I think that's fair, right?"

"How did you arrange this?" I was still getting over the mere idea I'd be in Hawaii for a week.

"Like I said, Chuck owes us a lot of favors." Chris said. "So start calling the airlines and pack your sunscreen, aloha Hollywood." 

Chris emailed me all the info about the place soon after and I was on a jet before you could say "Up, up and away!"

As soon as I walked off the plane in Honolulu, I knew I was in another world. Especially when at the entrance to the terminal were the traditional smiling Hawaiian girls with leis for passengers. 

"Man, I thought you girls were only in the movies." I said with a smile.

"Oh no, we're real." She said with an equally large smile and a body sure to provoke more than a smile.

A limo driver soon appeared with my name on a card.

"Right this way, sir." He said as he took my carry-on to a waiting Lincoln Town Car.

And we were off, to the company beach house. I saw the ocean unveil itself to me as we headed along the roads. I couldn't believe where I was, it was all so unreal.

It got even better.

The beach house was actually owned by Chuck's record company and located in what appeared to be an ultra-exclusive community. When we pulled up to it I gasped. It was an ultra-modern palace straight out of Architectural Digest. It was all angles and high ceilings, with ocean views everywhere. I stood in the middle of the main room and just took it all in.

I was really here. And for a week, it was mine.

I knew I'd have to resist the temptation to do everything at once so I really had to try and slow myself down.

I knew the beach would be the best thing for me. I immediately changed and headed out there. The tropical sun and sounds of the ocean were intoxicating as I walked along. The other homes were just as vast and elegant. I could hear sounds of music and laughter in each one, not to mention rather pretty girls on the decks or on the beach. I had my camera with me (and Chris had suggested I needed a break from cameras) and was snapping shots of the ocean. My eyes caught a glimpse of a busty, raven haired beauty on a deck chair outside an equally large beach house. Not bad, I thought to myself.

"Hey, good lookin'!" I heard her call out.

I turned and saw it was from the raven haired girl. She was standing now.

"I know you from somewhere." She said.

"Uh, maybe you do." I said with a shrug, unsure of myself.

The girl stood and walked over to me. She had on a white bikini that only accented her curves.

"Yes...I know you now." She said with a smile.

"You do?" I replied, now I was really unsure of myself.

"Do you remember me?" she said as she slid down her large dark sunglasses and smiled.

It was Kim Kardashian.

"Oh my...yes, I definitely remember you."

"Well you should, baby." She said with a smile, then a big hug. "What are you doing out here?"

"Uh, vacation, a well-deserved vacation." I said.

"I heard you did the photos for Beyonce's tour."

"How did you know that?" 

"Oh, I have my ways of knowing things; you should know that by now." She said with a smile. "No, I was at the LA show and saw you walking around with your cameras but I couldn't get your attention."

She was just as pretty as I remembered, not to mention just as sultry as ever.

"Come on in, let me show you my place." She said as she took my hand.

We went inside, there was lots of activity going on. It seemed like her sisters were there too.

"You remember my sister." She said. "Hey Kourtney, remember this guy?" she called to her sister Kourtney who looked around the doorway to the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, he's the guy from that photo company, hi!" she said from the kitchen.

"Hello, again." I said. I remembered her from when I first came up to their boutique and met Kim.

Kim's other sister Khloe came down the stairs.

"Khlo, this is Jim, he's with the company that did my photos on the site." 

"Hey, good to meet you. You guys do good work." She said.

"Oh, thanks." I said 

I always thought Khloe was built like a linebacker, and I was right. She was quite tall and muscular.

Kim got drinks for us and showed me their place. It was larger than mine and furnished more too. But there was still an expanse of ocean views. We then went back out onto the deck.

"So do you own this place?" I asked.

"No, a friend of my dad's owns it. We come out here occasionally." She looked at me with suspicion. "You don't own a place here do you?"

"Oh, god, no!" I said. "No! A friend of ours does, and he's giving it to us for a week. I get it this week, then my partner gets it next week, it's almost like a timeshare."

"That's great...It is so beautiful out here." She said as she turned and let the sun envelop her face. 

"I've never been out here before. So it's a whole new experience for me." I said.

Kim looked just as hot as I remembered her. She asked all about the tour, where we'd been and where she'd been. 

"So where's this place of yours?" she asked.

"Oh, just up the beach." I replied.

"Where up the beach?"

I stood and pointed in the direction and she stood next to me with an arm around my back that gradually dropped down and was touching my ass. I turned and looked at her. She had this little smile on her face.

"Why don't we...go up there and see it?" she said.

"Uh, yeah, OK that's uh, a good idea." I stammered.

"I'll be back later Kourt!" she yelled inside. 

She smiled that crafty smile of hers, grabbed a small bag, and we were off.

Her arm was wrapped in mine as we walked up the beach.

"So, what's Mister Hollywood been up to since we last met?" she asked with a smile.

"Just working Ms. Kardash...I mean, Kim." I said, correcting myself.

She laughed.

"I'm glad you're here, you know. It's really good to see you again, Jim." She said looking up at me.

"Oh well...it's good seeing you again too." I replied, I knew where things might be going, but there's always that sense of uncertainty anytime I'm around someone like her.

"This is, uh, my place. At least for this week, it is." I said as we approached the house.

Kim's eyes lit up as she saw it.

"Oh...my...god!" she said slowly. "This place is you, Jim."

"Well, I sup..." I started to say.

"No, I mean it. This place is meant for you." She continued.

"It is?" I said, confused.

"I'm serious, you should have a place like this." She said.

"Well, yeah, if I had a million bucks, of course I'd have something like this." I said.

"You will, Jim. I know you will." She nodded confidently as her arms were wrapped around my waist and she looked at me. "You will."

"You mean that?" I said, still confused at her directness.

"Absolutely." She said.

We kissed as the sound of the ocean was around us.

As our lips parted, Kim smiled widely.

"Oh, just like I remembered." She said as we kissed again.

"Shall we try the ocean out?" she said.

"Sure, let's give it a test drive." I replied

She giggled and we walked hand in hand into the Pacific.

The water was warm and we held one another as the ocean and waves enveloped us. I could feel myself getting excited as this beauty held me close. She could sense my building excitement. And she smiled a knowing smile as she kissed me again. We headed a little further out to where the water was above our waists. Kim had a sly smile on her face. She looked around, then quickly crouched down and slowly stood up in the water.

She'd quickly removed her top and her gorgeous tits were out in the open, she giggled at my reaction. 

Things got even more interesting when she handed me her top, and I suddenly realized the bottom was there too.

Kim was totally naked. And she laughed at my reactions. 

"OK, this is different." I said.

Her hands went to my suit and I could feel her hands trying to pull it off. She was laughing at my predicament. Then she finally got it off, leaving me just like her. 

"Ooh, this feels so nice." She said.

I wadded up our suits and threw them toward the beach. We were naked in the ocean, kissing and feeling one another. Her tits felt just as sexy as before, she was already moaning and breathing heavily, her hands were caressing my dick. She took my hand and led me back toward the shallower water, then we knelt down in the water and I eagerly kissed and felt her tits. Her head was thrown back and she felt my head as it kissed her.

"Oh god Jim...oh that's it...oh..." she gasped. "Kiss my boobs...oh yes..."

She caressed my head and brought me back up and we kissed deeply. She had me stand up and eagerly eyed my hardness.

"Oh my god...it looks sooo nice!" she said with a smile.

My dick slowly went into her mouth and she made sweet love to it with her lips and tongue. Her hands began to slide up and down my dick as she continued to suck. She came off my dick and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes.

"Does that feel good?" she asked innocently.

All I could do was nod my head, the whole feeling of being on a beach in Hawaii with a beautiful girl pleasuring me was too much. And I knew it.

"Kim...oh man...Kim...Ughhhhh!" I said as I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed a little, and jerked the rest out of me and onto her tits. She was laughing all the while.

"Oh, wow..." she said, she was just as overwhelmed by this as I was.

She splashed the ocean water onto her tits to wash off my cum, caressing her tits at the same time. She looked up at me, knowing it was a turn-on seeing this.

She slowly stood up and we embraced.

We walked up the beach towards the house, totally naked, she was completely comfortable with her body and her olive skin glowed in the sun as we made our way to the deck and stretched out on a lounge chair, wrapped in each other's body. Her tits felt so nice against my body, and that famous ass was incredibly soft too. I was unconsciously caressing it as she lay with me.

"That was nice, Jim." She said sweetly. "We have to do that some more." She said with a giggle looking up at me.

All I could do was nod in response.

The late afternoon sun was beginning to color the sky a shade of purple and red. A real Hawaiian sunset was showing itself to us.

"Hey, let's got for another swim." She said as she sat up.

She led me back to the ocean and we swam naked in the waves, her body looked so sexy as she bobbed up and down in the ocean. We hugged and kissed one another repeatedly. I was really with Kim Kardashian, a naked and sexy Kim Kardashian. She swam over to me now, and we kissed again.

"Let's go inside." She said. The look in her eyes said it all.

We walked out of the ocean together and I knew what was on her mind. 

We went inside the house and immediately embraced, my dick was fully erect now and she was breathing hard, like she knew what to expect. We went up stairs to the well furnished bedroom and lay down. My hands were all over her wet body.

"Oh, baby...oh my god you feel so good..." she gasped.

I loved her big tits and she was smiling the whole time. Her body was soft and smooth everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Her pussy was shaved clean and I could feel its wetness on my fingers. Kim was moaning in such a sexy voice. I went down to her pussy and eagerly licked it. Kim was practically convulsing now. Her pussy was ultra smooth, I could see her little clit clearly and I slowed my pace down and started to softly kiss it. Kim could tell what I was doing.

"Oh! Oh yes...just like that Jim...just like that..." she said softly.

I was still licking her pussy when I heard a long slow moan come from Kim as she climaxed.

I kissed my way back up to her tits and sucked on those as she caressed my head.

"Honey...baby?" she said as I came up to her lips and we kissed.

"I want you." She said with a nod of her head.

I suddenly realized I didn't have any Trojans with me, but Kim seemed to know just what was on my mind, as usual.

"Baby...it's OK. I'm on the pill, have been for a long time." She said in a sweet voice that immediately reassured me.

She softly touched my lips and smiled.

"Let's make love honey." She said softly. "Let's make love."

All thoughts melted away as I slid inside Kim's love nest. Her eyes closed slightly and she let out a long slow moan that oozed sex. With the way she felt, and the way I felt, it took all I had not to just ram into her. I knew this should last a long time. Her eyes opened a little and she smiled as I began to fuck her. She wrapped her arms around me and I could see her beautiful tits swaying as I did her. We felt merged as one as I fucked her tight pussy. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning as I fucked her.

"Oh baby....oh god baby...uh-huh...yessss." She continued to moan.

I was keeping a measured pace as I fucked her, she felt so good, so fine.

"Baby...let's do something else..." Kim said.

I pulled out of her pussy and she smiled, then turned around and showed me her famous ass.

"Come on..." she said with a smile.

She remembered how I'd resisted doing her this way, I didn't want to be like other guys and I loved seeing her face and her great tits. But this time was different.

I smiled back and felt that ass of hers. It was soft and smooth, and she was offering it to me.

I got up behind it and slid into her loving cunt. She immediately let out a long slow moan as my dick went inside her. I held her hips and began to fuck her.

"Oh yes...baby you got it! Oh yeah you got it..." she said with glee. 

She was getting me the way she wanted at last. I could tell by her voice she was smiling. I quickened my pace and fucked her harder.

"Oh yes....oh baby yes...yes...oh yes honey..." She said softly.

Kim wasn't the vixen she'd been made out to be. She wasn't necessarily fucking me, we were making love, and we were in heaven now.

I could feel my explosion building up inside.

"Kim...baby I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum." I said

"Yes...I wanna feel you...do it honey...I wanna feel you...OH GOD I FEEL IT!" she cried out.

I was exploding inside her, she felt every spasm. I reached down and pulled her up so we were on our knees. I kissed her as best I could while I held her tits and we slowly collapsed onto the bed, my dick still inside her. I held her close to me, we could hear the waves outside and the ocean breezes cooled us down.

"Jim...that felt so good." She said softly to me. "I forgot how good that felt."

"It felt wonderful." I replied.

We held each other and listened to the ocean waves, they lulled us into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, the room was darker, the only light from a clock radio by the bed. I looked at the time, it was after 6pm.

Kim stirred and looked over at the clock.

"Oh my...I really slept." She said with a smile.

She looked incredibly sexy as she lay on her back, her legs casually spread, and her head turned to look at me with a smile.

She rose off the bed and held me.

"I have to go honey...my sister's expecting me someplace. I should've called her."

"Oh, yes...right. Let me find your phone." I said as I stood and reached for her bag.

Kim sat on the edge of the bed.

"You're not mad are you? Leaving and all?" she asked.

"No, no. Family's important to you." I said.

Kim smiled somewhat but I knew she felt bad leaving me like this.

I crouched down and looked into her face.

"I'm not mad...we'll get together again soon." I said with a smile of my own.

"Okay." She said softly as we kissed again.

Kim called her sisters as we got dressed.

"Hey...I know, I know...um, is it okay if Jim comes too?" she said on the phone.

I was a little surprised at what was suddenly happening.

"Great, okay we're on our way." She said as she hung up the phone.

"Get something on, you're coming to dinner with us." She said as she put her bikini back on and added a loose shirt to cover up with.

"With you and your sisters?" I asked.

"Right, come on let's go!" she said as she clapped her hands. She was comically trying to hurry me along.

"Right!" I said as I went into my bag for clothes.

And that's just what happened next. I was off to dinner with Kim Kardashian and her sisters.

And I lived to tell the tale.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 32



I once said that there were certain events were time stood still for me, ones where I wished for no distractions for a day. One event I neglected to mention was the LA International Auto Show. It was like a supermarket of new cars. The timing of this was great for me. I was planning to upgrade my vehicle of choice and wanted something that was truly "me". And for a change, with the success of the Triple Threat Tour we worked on, I had the luxury of having the upper hand on the dealers instead of the other way around when it came to negotiating a price. 

The show was held at the vast LA Expo Center and promised to be huge. Along with the new cars were a bevy of aftermarket car parts companies. OK, I if I see something I like maybe these guys can augment it in some way. As I cruised around the floor I eagerly checked out every manufacturer there. I knew it would take me at least 3 trips around the floor before I set my sights on one or maybe 3 cars to focus on after I left. So the aftermarket guys looked interesting, at least to take the "new car glaze" off my face. As I wandered through their "supermarket", who did I spot but a busty, raven haired beauty in hot pants wearing a t-shirt advertising "California Kid Trucks". 

It was Laura Croft, my Las Vegas beauty.

I was completely unprepared when I saw her. And I didn't know what to do. So I did the best thing possible.

"Uh, excuse me, do you have any catalogs?" I asked. 

That has to be the dumbest pickup line ever uttered by a human being.

"No...um...I think they have them over...Jim!"

I smiled, glad that the toughest part was over with.

"Oh my god!" she squealed.

She hugged me and I could feel her bountiful tits press into my chest.

"What are you doing here?" she said excitedly.

"Checking out cars, I think I can see why you're here." I replied.

"Yeah, just a Playboy promotion...um...are you gonna be here long?" she asked.

"Uh, Probably, why?"

"I'll be done here in like a half hour, let's get a drink." She said.

"OK, I'm gonna check out the BMW's and I'll meet you back here."

"Cool, see you then." She said as she went back to the company booth to sign autographs, but not without a sexy wink as she walked away.

I smiled.

Time seemed to crawl as I wandered the floor. Finally the time came when I went back to her booth. She had changed into a Nike track suit combo outfit with a sling bag on her shoulder.

"Hey baby." She said with that casual sexiness only she had.

"Where should we go?" I asked.

"Um...I think there's a bar upstairs in the hotel, let's go there." She said

"Lead on Ms. Laura." I said as I took her arm in mine. She smiled widely and put her had on my shoulder as we walked out. 

The hotel bar was bustling with car show people and football fans and we got Coronas and found a table by the huge windows overlooking Los Angeles. The sun was blazing outside.

"So what've you been doing since Vegas?" I asked.

"Lots of appearances everywhere you can think of. I think I've got carpal tunnel from signing my name so much!" she laughed as she shook her hand to get the blood circulating. "Bridget and I did a lot of car shows together. What about you?" she asked.

"Lots of photo work, we did the Beyonce' tour, that was a whirlwind." I said with a weary sigh.

"Oh! Lucky you!" she said. "How's your partner?"

"The same, you know him, always the hustler." I said. "He's trying to get another tour for us."

Laura sipped her beer and leaned in close to me.

"I really loved Vegas you know."

I leaned in close to her.

"Best afternoon I've ever had." I said with a smile.

She gave me a naughty smile.

"People wonder why I smile so much. You know why?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because of you." she said with a bigger smile. "You made me feel so good. If I wasn't away so much we'd be fucking all the time you know."

I was dumbfounded.

"Oh well...uh...you wa-wa-want another drink?" I stammered.

"Yes, yes I do." She said with an understanding smile on her face, and a soft touch on my hand.

I went to get 2 more Coronas, and hoped that some courage might be available too. Even if it was, as the Eagles said in "Tequila Sunrise", a "shot of courage"

It would certainly help in this case!

As I got back, Laura was on her cellphone.

"OK...I'll see if he can...OK Gail I will, bye." She said as she snapped it shut.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" she said.

"Sure, what?"

"Well... I have a proposition for you. You've never met my manager have you?"

"No, but then again, I thought Playboy managed you."

"Well, yes they do." She said. "This is different."

"OK, then what?"

"Well...oh, I can't believe I'm doing this." She said.

"Well, what?" I asked.

"My manager would like to meet you, she might give you guys some business." She finally said.

"Oh is that all? Sure, I'll meet her." I said.

"Cool, OK, here's the address. I'll call you tomorrow morning, and we can get breakfast somewhere. I've got an appearance I need to get ready for." She said as she stood up. She gave me a quick kiss and then bounced out of the room.

I navigated the Accord up the winding roads of the LA neighborhood where her manager Gail lived. When I pulled up to the secluded house, there was the requisite call box.

"Uh, yes...Jim from East Coast Image to see Gail." I said.

"Oh, fine, come on in I'm in the pool area." A female voice with what seemed like a Scottish accent said.

I drove up and parked by a white Mercedes-Benz convertible and a green Mini Cooper.

"Nice wheels." I thought.

I found the gate to the pool and wandered slowly in. The pool area was huge. Thick trees and bushes surrounded it, and there was a lush green lawn all around.

I now saw her manager Gail. She looked in her mid 40's with a curvy, but still nice, figure.

And she was topless.

Her enormous tits were out for all to see. The rest of her was covered by a red bikini bottom.

"Hello, Jim!" she said as she sat up. Her tits looked quite nice, I had to admit.

"Hi, it's good to meet you Gail." I said as we shook hands. I tried not to stare at her body.

"Laura's told me lots about you." She said as we sat at a table and she poured iced tea for us.

"Oh, well, good to hear that." I replied.

She opened a file with many photos and documents

"You have a very successful business from what I've gathered. Lots of photo shoots..." she said as she leafed through her papers. "And...oh yes you just did that tour with Beyonce', Rihanna, and Tigress. Very successful." She said with a smile.

It was hard not to notice her body.

"We had a lot of fun doing it. It was our first national tour. We had great people to work with." I said.

"How would you like to be more successful?" she now asked.

"Well, anybody would like that. I know Chris is always eager to..." I started.

"No, no darling. I meant how would YOU like to be successful?" she said with a smile and that Scottish accent.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Well...Laura is always smiling, especially when anyone mentions Las Vegas. I finally asked her and she told me about you. You two had quite a time there." She said with a flirtatious look.

"Um...we had a few drinks but I..." said hesitantly.

"And quite a nice shower together from what she says." Gail continued.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Oh come on, love! I know everything you did. She told me, don't be so shocked." Gail said.

"Okay, um, yes we had a romantic encounter and all." I said.

"And you fucked her good, didn't you?" she said with a big smile.

I couldn't respond.

"That's why she's smiling. I've been working with her for quite awhile, and I've never seen her this happy." She continued.

"Oh well, uh, thank you." I stammered.

"Now I want some of that happiness." She said.

I almost spit out my tea.

"What?"

"I said...I want some of that happiness." She said very sexily and she caressed her big tits.

I looked around the yard, wondering when the hidden cameras would pop out and Chris would start laughing.

"There's nobody here, love." She said.

Gail stood and walked over and gently stood me up.

"I like a man like you, you know."

And she kissed me gently.

"You have such a nice body, it's a shame to keep it covered up, you know." She continued.

My eyes dropped to her tits.

"Oh you like these, my knockers? Or do you call 'em tits out here?" she said flirtatiously.

I was at a loss for words now.

"They're quite nice aren't they?" she said.

"Y-Y-Yes they are." I finally said.

"Go ahead, love. You can touch 'em. I like that." She said.

I gingerly placed my hand on one, it felt soft to the touch, her nipples looked very enticing too. I now worked up the courage to kiss her. She let out a soft cooing sound as we kissed.

"Oh...lovely." She said.

I kissed her again. She responded with a soft breath of pleasure.

"You should get out of those clothes, it's very hot out here, we should cool off." She said.

I could only stare at her.

"Come on, I want to see what Laura saw." She said.

I hesitantly removed my blue polo shirt.

"Ohhh...very nice." She said caressing her tits. "Keep going baby."

"Oh-oh-okay." I said.

I unbuckled my khaki pants and slid them down. She could see the bulge forming in my gray Calvin Klein's.

"Oh it looks lovely." She said smiling. "My turn, I don't have much though."

That's an understatement, I thought.

Gail slid her bikini bottom of revealing a trimmed pussy.

"Take 'em off Jim...I want you." She said softly.

I took a deep breath and slid off my underwear. We were naked with each other now.

"Lovely." She said as she took me into her arms and we kissed deeply. My hands went to her tits and felt her ass. She went for my dick.

"Oh, it looks lovely!" she said as she caressed it in her hands. It was growing larger by the second. "Very nice."

"Thank you. You look great too."

"I'm well-preserved, right love?" she said with a laugh.

"Yes, indeed." I said.

She turned around for me.

"Like my bum?" she said with a smile.

"Yes, very nice." I replied.

"I can tell you like my boobs, Laura said you liked hers."

"Oh she did?" I replied playfully. "She seemed to tell you a lot."

"Oh yes she did, love. I know she did this..."

Gail crouched down and kissed my dick softly, then held it in her hands, admiring it like a perfect diamond. She slowly licked it from base to tip, then from tip to base. Like it was the best ice cream cone she'd ever tasted. Then it slowly disappeared into her mouth. She made an "mmmm" sound as she let it fill her mouth. Her lips looked so sexy as they slid up and down its length.

"How's that love?" she said with a smile.

"Lovely, love." I replied.

She smiled and continued her lip service on my dick. It felt thrilling. It was times like this I wondered how I got here. I was this kid from Connecticut, and in the course of, I don't know how long it had been, I'd gone all over the world with my best friend. We were quickly becoming the go-to guys in Hollywood. And now I was poolside in California with a golden tanned woman who was making me feel like a God. It was times like this I really felt like I was "Hollywood Jim" and not that geeky kid from back east.

"Oh god, your dick is so nice!" Gail said.

"Thank you." I replied.

Gail stood and we kissed again, she placed my hand on her pussy and moved it around. I could tell what she wanted and continued on my own. She was very wet and excited the more I did this. We continued to kiss as I rubbed her.

"Oh god...that feels so lovely." She whispered in my ear.

Her body suddenly shuddered.

"Ooooh, that's wonderful." She said. "Come on, let's cool off."

Gail took my hand and we walked down the steps into her pool. The water was a shimmering shade of blue only made more brilliant by the California sun. We kissed and felt one another in the pool. She felt incredibly hot. 

"Baby...I want you to fuck me." She said with a sexy look in her eyes. "I just want to fuck, do me any way you want, love."

"Um...OK." I replied.

I led her over to the pool steps and had her lay back. Her pussy looked so nice. I stood over her and she lay back on the steps, the water lapping around her. Her naked body looked very enticing. She looked up at me and was rubbing her pussy.

"Oh my god Jim...you look so lovely." She said with a beaming smile. "Fuck me baby...just fuck me."

I got down and moved my dick into position, then slowly slid into Gail's pussy. Gail let out a cry of pleasure as she felt my dick inside her. She felt incredibly hot.

"Oh god, yes! Oh my god you're so nice!" she cried.

I started to slide in and out of her pussy. Her tits looked incredible as they swayed back and forth. Gail was moaning and crying out as we fucked.

"Oh god! Yes! Fuck me baby! FUCK ME!" she screamed as I pounded into her.

As hot as this was, the position was getting uncomfortable, she agreed. Gail stood and turned around offering her ass.

"Come on love..." she said with a smile. "Do my bum."

"You got it, lovey." I replied.

Her ass was very soft as I caressed it, then kissed it. I leaned in and kissed her pussy. she giggled and gasped as I did this. 

"Oh! You are a sexy one aren't you!" she said

"You bet." I said.

"Come on, shove that dick in me." She said.

I rubbed it over her cunt and then pushed inside.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhyyeahhhhhhh!" she practically growled.

"Oh yeah Gail! You feel so hot!" I said

"Oh I am love! It's your cock...it's that cock! I love it!" she said between moans.

I reached under and felt her tits. She stood up slightly so I could feel her better.

"Oh god yes! Feel my boobs! Oh god feel my boobs!" she cried as I kept pushing into her.

"Oh god your dick is wonderful! Fuck me baby fuck me!" she said with joy.

It felt so wild to be doing this woman, this wasn't another starlet I'd gotten lucky with, this was a real woman, and quite a sexy one at that. She had a wanton desire for me. It was a strange feeling to say the least, but it sure felt good! 

"Oh baby...honey slow it down...let's make this last." She said breathlessly.

I slowed down and pulled out of her. Gail turned and held me close.

"Oh god...that was wonderful...I don't want to end this yet. I want to do as much as I can with you...you're such a great lover." She said with a smile and a soft kiss.

"I...I felt great too." We were both panting from exhaustion.

She laughed and we kissed again.

"Let's relax a little." She said as she took my hand and we sat down in the waist-deep water. Gail sat on my lap with her arms around me and kissing my cheek. I eagerly fondled her great tits, she was moaning in ecstasy at this feeling. My hand went down between her legs and felt her pussy. Even underwater I could feel the soft inner folds of her pussy and they sent a wonderfully sexy feeling through me, and through her. I knew I was like steel now.

"Oh my god...keep doing that baby...it feels so good!" she said in my ear.

My lips were on her nipples and I sucked them, driving her wild. Her head was thrown back and mouth open emitting a loud cry;

"OH MY GOD!!!! YES!!!!" she cried out.

She held my head close to her chest and I was licking her tits. She was gasping at all I was doing, between my lips and hands.

"My god baby...you're gonna make me explode!" she said with a laugh. "Are you this way with every girl?"

"No, not always, it must be the woman I'm with." I said.

"Oh, you're a sweetheart, love." She said with that sexy accent. "But I want to do more. This is wonderful but we should go further shouldn't we?"

"Yes, I guess we should finish what we started." I said.

"Uh-huh." Gail replied. "Let's get cleaned up, the chlorine bothers my eyes."

Gail stood up from my lap, a little wobbly, but she looked just as sexy with water dripping from her body. She took my hand and led me to a freestanding shower off to the side. She turned on the water and let it wash over her body. She looked at me over her shoulder with a sexy glance as she ran her fingers through her hair. 

"Would you like to wash me, love?" she said seductively.

"Sure..." I said as she handed me some soap. 

I lathered it up and slowly rubbed it over her back and then down to her ass. I rubbed soap on her ass and gave it a good feel. It was nice. 

"Mmmm...that's nice, love." She said.

She turned and slowly ran her hands down my body, looking down at my dick she smiled.

"Oh, just lovely...just lovely." She said as she kissed me. "Please wash my boobs."

I softly ran my soapy hands over them, they felt just as nice as before, and she inhaled deeply, only making them seem bigger as they responded to my touch. Her smile was one of pure ecstasy. She felt so nice.

"My turn." She said.

Gail took the soap and worked up a thick lather. Then began to soap my body from head to toe, paying particular attention to my dick, which she caressed lovingly. The soap making it extra slippery. All the while she was looking into my eyes, giving me little smiles and looks of passion. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing with one another.

"Oh baby...I love this..." she said softly.

"I love it too." I said.

Her body felt so nice, and she knew my dick was rock hard. I kissed her neck then worked my down to those twin peaks of hers. I could feel her hand caressing my hair as I did this. I knelt down and could see that beautiful pussy of her s close-up now. She spread her legs, like she knew what was on my mind.

"Oh yes baby...do it." She said.

I kissed her pussy and then began to lick it, she was moaning nonstop now. She tasted extra sweet as she pushed herself into my lips. My tongue was inside her now and she loved it.

"Oh god, yes!" she cried out.

She soon shuddered and I could se her knees wobble slightly. I stood up and she melted into my arms.

"Baby...oh fuck me now...I'm so fuckin' horny." She whispered in my ear.

"Okay." I said tentatively

Gail stepped back against the shower wall and spread her legs. I came up to her and rubbed my dick on her pussy. She moaned again as I slowly pushed into her. I reached down and gripped her legs and lifted her slightly off the ground. She let out a surprised and passionate "OH!" as I did this. She smiled widely at this feeling that was surely flowing through her. I felt good. She felt better. I started to fuck her slowly, hoping I had the strength to hold on for this sweet ride that we were taking. Her eyes were closed and a silent scream coming from her mouth as I did her. How I looked I have no idea, but I felt good like I said.

"Yes...yes...oh god fuck my pussy...fuck me" she said quickly between gasps. "Oh god that's it...yes...yes baby...oh yesssssss!" she cried out.

I now felt my explosion building.

"Gail...baby....I'm gonna cum...gonna cum...gonna cum." I said.

"Yes! Come in me sweetie....come in my sweet pussy...come in me!" she cried.

I felt my explosion and we both let out a scream as it hit her full force.

I was drained of energy and we sank slowly back to the ground. Gail held me close not wanting my dick to slip out of her.

"Oh my god that was wonderful...wonderful..." she said as her voice drifted off. She finally stood back and looked at my exhausted manhood and then at her pussy, my cum dripping from it. We laughed at the state we were both in.

"Wow...you had a lot there!" she laughed. "Look at me!"

I was laughing too much to respond. But it was strangely alluring I must admit!

Gail and I washed one another again. We were both exhausted.

"Let's go inside" she said softly kissing me.

We went inside her home to her bedroom. It was softly furnished with a large bed and comfortable furniture throughout. She lay seductively on the bed.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 32



"Come on love...let's rest awhile." She said sweetly.

Her bed was covered with incredibly soft sheets and she rested her head on my chest 

"Thank you Jim...that was wonderful."

We soon fell asleep.

How long I slept I had no idea. I somehow found my watch and it was early in the morning. Gail was apparently in the kitchen and on the phone. I climbed out of bed, and realized my clothes were somewhere else in the house. It's one thing to be naked in your home but someone else's? That's another story. So I worked up the courage to try and be nonchalant while I searched for my pants. 

Didn't quite work out the way I wanted.

I remembered we were out by the pool so I tried to make it out there. Gail came around the doorway to the kitchen wearing an untied short silk robe with a floral design.

"Mornin' love!" she said. "Oh, what a lovely sight to see first thing in the morning!" she said sweetly as she admired my "equipment". 

"Hey...mornin' to you." I said.

"How do I look?" she said as she opened her robe showing her naked beauty to me.

I practically got an instant hard-on right there.

"Nice." I said.

"Thank you, love." She said as she kissed me. "Your clothes are in the laundry room. But I'd leave them there for now."

"Oh, really?" I said.

"Yes...I want to see you like this as long as possible." She said as she went back into the kitchen.

OK, I'm starkers in her house, I thought.

I turned and saw a laptop computer on a desk with the webpage from a site called Newbie Nudes. I looked closely at the page and realized that was her on it, casually nude and spreading her legs with a playful look on her face.

Gail came back in with cups of coffee for us.

"Oh you noticed that, huh?" she said.

"Yes, uh, that's uh, you isn't it?" I hesitantly asked.

"Uh-huh, friend of mine took those. I'm quite popular there." She said with a laugh.

"Really?"

"Oh yes, I kinda like it. If Laura can spread her legs, so can I."

We both laughed now.

Gail picked up a digital camera that was nearby.

"Would you like to take some, you know, a little souvenir for you?" she asked seductively.

"Make that a big souvenir" I said looking at her tits.

She giggled, then walked over to me.

"You've got a big souvenir too, you know." She said as she hugged me and felt my dick. It grew as it touched her love nest.

"Oh, I feel it growing...it's so lovely...come on." She said softly.

We kissed again and she led me back to the bedroom. Gail lay back on the bed, her robe open and her gorgeous tits and legs spread out before me. She looked at my growing erection and smiled as she rubbed her pussy.

"I want you to watch me...I'm getting ready for your dick, love."

Gail was pleasuring herself before me, and it was quite a turn-on for me. Her fingers slowly worked their way through her pussy folds. Her eyes were slightly closed and her breathing got sexier-sounding.

I leaned in and softly kissed her lips, then moved down to her tits, licking and sucking them.

She could say no words, only breathe and moan her emotions.

I kissed my way down her belly to her pussy and her hand was eagerly replaced by my lips and tongue, which only made her cry out more. I slowly put my finger inside her and swirled her nipple with her pussy juice. Then took another finger and placed it on her lips which she eagerly licked.

"You taste good." I said softly.

She had a smile of pure pleasure on her face.

I took my dick and slowly slid it inside her, she gasped again and then had that "ecstasy smile" on her face as I began to fuck her. I did it slowly this time, keeping a steady rhythm she loved. She slid up the bed a little so we'd be more comfortable, and wrapped her legs around me.

"Oh yes baby...I want it...give it to me, love." She said very sexily.

I fucked her faster now, making her cry out more with little, excited "OH's!" as I thrust into her. 

I was really into this woman, literally and figuratively.

Just out of earshot I thought I heard footsteps outside the bedroom.

Shit! I thought, did she forget to tell me she was married?

"What was that?" I now said.

Gail listened for a minute.

"Don't worry about it...do me baby." She said.

"I know I heard something...are you married?" I asked.

"Gail?" I heard a voice say in the hallway.

"Yeah, honey...come in it's OK." She said

I was frozen with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"Gail? Oh my god...look at you! Wow!" the voice said.

I turned and saw Laura standing in the doorway. I now remembered her saying she'd call and meet me for breakfast. But my phone was in my pants. Which were who knows where now.

"H-hey darling...look who came last night." Gail said with a laugh.

Laura laughed at how we looked now.

"Oh my god! I can't believe this!" she continued to laugh.

I didn't know what to say or do now. Had I betrayed a friendship? I was still frozen now.

Gail sat up and kissed me.

"It's OK, love." She said "Laura knows all about this. It was her idea, wasn't it darling?"

"It was?" I said, shocked.

"Sure, baby." Laura said "Gail's a friend of mine and I wanted her to be as happy as me." 

"Laura, you've got to get in on this, he's marvelous!" Gail said in her sexy accent.

"Oh, yeah!" Laura said and she quickly started stripping. First her shirt and bra, then she quickly yanked down her sweatpants and panties. She was totally shaved, and the contrast between her and Gail was sexy. She started to kiss me and I somehow found my courage to resume loving Gail. Laura softly stroked my cheek as I continued fucking Gail. I turned and kissed Laura and she hugged me and smiled widely. Laura sat on her knees watching this erotic show going on, smiling.

"Jim, love...give Laura some..." she said.

I pulled out of Gail and she turned over and Laura eagerly took her place, opening her legs as I entered her. Laura breathed in as she felt me inside her. Gail sat nearby rubbing her pussy as we fucked.

"Oh you two look so hot!" Gail said with a laugh.

"Oh...now...you know why...I'm smiling!" Laura replied.

We all laughed. I thrust into Laura, making her gasp in pleasure in response. I really hit my groove and I started to pound her, making the bed shake. Gail was eagerly rubbing herself and moaning, Laura was in heaven now.

"Do her Jim...fuck her good." Gail was saying in staccato breaths.

I couldn't decide which was hotter seeing, Laura or Gail. I could hold out no more as I pounded into Laura.

"I'm gonna cum baby...gonna cum..." I somehow said.

"Oh! Come on our tits Jim!" Laura quickly said. "He likes to do that Gail, I want you to feel it!" 

I pulled out and the two girls thrust their tits out and Gail took my dick and jerked me.

"Cum for us love...cum for us love!" she said.

That did it.

I exploded in a gusher and they squealed with delight as it hit their gorgeous tits. Laura stuck out her tongue, Gail did the same and they caught some on their hot tongues, making them giggle.

I was completely spent and we hugged one another together.

"Oh my god Jim...you are something!" Gail said in an exhausted voice.

Laura kissed me on the cheek.

I fell back onto the bed and they did the same, laughing all the way.

We were a tangle of bodies now. 

A tangle of sexy bodies that had the experience of a lifetime.

I slowly pulled myself off the bed, Gail and Laura headed for the bathroom to clean up and we dressed.

"So...feel successful now Jim?" Gail asked.

I smiled.

"I think I feel very successful now." I replied.

Laura hugged me and we all headed out for breakfast.

In the days that followed, Gail steered a lot of clients to our company, and we were off and running again. Laura was back on the road again for Playboy, but still kept in touch via email. And I had a standing invitation to use Gail's pool anytime I wanted, and her bed as well.

Like I said, It was times like this I really felt like I was "Hollywood Jim". 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 33



The ocean sounded like the beautiful soft breaths of a sleeping woman as it awakened me that morning. My eyes and ears told me I was still in Hawaii. And the previous night was still a little hazy in parts but the ending I remember quite well. I turned slightly and could see my naked companions were still here, still asleep, and still beautiful. 

One was a redhead named Ashlee, and the other a blonde named Jessica. 

They had a last name in common, Simpson. 

How they got here was quite a story, I probably should back up and tell it all from the beginning. Perhaps it'll make more sense.

The previous morning I'd awakened alone. Kim and I had gone back to her place for dinner, she had a family commitment that she was nice enough to invite me to. Waking up here alone didn't make me feel used; her devotion to her family was something that didn't make the gossip rags. And it was something I fully respected. I was still getting acclimated to this lifestyle that was suddenly mine, if only for a week. I sat out on the deck and watching the ocean, unable (or unwilling) to move, the endless waves gave me a sense of tranquility I'd never experienced. It was my cell's ringing that brought me back to reality.

"Aloha, pal!" it was Chuck calling from LA. "Great place, huh?"

"You said it, man." I said lazily.

He laughed on the other end.

"Well, it gets a little better, remember Marty O'Bryan?" he said.

"Um, yeah, wasn't he the guy who produced Tigress' albums?" I replied.

"And he also developed the Soundscape software." Chuck continued.

"No kidding, He did that?" I said, surprised.

"You bet, look up the beach, do you see a huge house down there?"

"Yeah, I see it." I said looking at an enormous stone and wood home about a mile down the beach.

"That's his place." Chuck said.

"Whoa!" I was stunned.

"Yeah, whoa is right." Chuck said. "Anyway, go down there tonight, Marty heard you were in town, he'd like to see you."

"Me?" I said, still stunned.

"Right. Head over there tonight, a guy like him is someone you should know. You'll have fun." Chuck said.

"Well, uh, okay I'll be there." I said hesitantly.

"Aloha, pal." And he hung up.

Marty O'Bryan was indeed the producer of Tigress' albums and a recording company software mogul. He'd developed the Soundscape system that became the industry standard for recording. He luckily patented the technology before someone like Microsoft could steal it from him. He now received a generous lifetime royalty from them and built an enormous Hawaiian estate that was the envy of every other millionaire worldwide. And this place seemed like an endless party. Marty and I had met a few times when we worked with Tigress, but I never got to know him that well. As evening came, I walked up the beach, unsure what I'd find when I reached this Hawaiian version of Citizen Kane's "Xanadu" house. As I approached the home, I could hear music blasting and heard Marty's voice from the second floor balcony.

"Hey! Jimbo! You made it!" he called.

"Well, I couldn't turn down an invitation from the king of the islands." I said.

Marty laughed and showed me inside. 

His house was a palace inside, and he had many guests roaming in and out, and many bikini-clad beauties.

"I'll tell you Jim, it's good to see a familiar face here. I know your partner's gonna be in next week, right?"

"Right, he'll be here Friday night."

"Good, Chris' always around but I never see that much of you."

"Well, I'm glad you invited me." I said.

"Get yourself a drink, I'll see you on the beach." Marty said as he followed a nubile beauty outside.

I wandered around checking out the place. I recognized a few people from the Tigress staff. There was a multitude of food and drink options. I thought I saw Kendra Wilkinson from Playboy heading out to the brightly lit volleyball court, she shot me an "I know you from somewhere" look that made me smile in return. Nah, it's probably someone else she was looking at, I thought. I found the bar and got a bottle of Corona. The beach was calling my name though. As I headed out I bumped into a laughing blonde who was heading in the same direction.

"Hey! I remember you!" she said happily.

I was trying to adjust my eyes in the semi-dim surroundings.

"Remember that Mercedes you got to drive?" she said with a smile.

It was Jessica Simpson. She looked great in a Hawaiian print dress and flip-flops.

"Oh, wow! Yes, of course I remember you." I said suddenly

"What are you doing out here? You know Marty?" she asked.

"Um, somewhat, he works with Tigress and..." I started.

"Oh! The tour, that's it!" she said excitedly. "You look great!"

"Well, so do you. I guess Hawaii will do that to a person." I was just surprised she was here and remembered me. 

"Oh, you bet! Hey, I know somebody you'll want to meet. I'll be right back." And she disappeared into the party crowd. I went out onto the deck and joined the people who were watching the sun sink into the ocean. Kendra soon reappeared.

She was somewhat shorter than I imagined, but very blonde and busty, with her hair tied in a tight ponytail, and wearing a form-fitting tank top and shorts.

"Hey, you look familiar, have you ever been to the Playboy Mansion?" she asked.

"Uh, no, only in my dreams I'm afraid." I said with a nervous laugh. "I'm Jim."

"Kendra." She was about to say something else when she was called back to her game.

Just then, Jessica reappeared with someone in tow.

"Ash, this is Jim. Remember I told you how I met him in Dallas at the concert?" She said.

"Hi, I'm Ashlee Simpson." She said in a bubbly voice.

"Yes, hi" I replied. "I remember watching your TV show."

Ashlee was as tall as her big sister, but with straight, bright red hair. She wore a flowery print Hawaiian shirt and white pants.

"Jess told me how you helped her out that night." She said with a smile.

"Oh, well, I was just being a nice guy." I said modestly with a shrug.

"Guys like you are tough to find." She continued.

Jessica was laughing.

"Well, uh, we're out there." I said with a nervous smile of my own. "Can I get you two a drink?"

They looked at one another, smiling.

"Whatever you're having is fine." Jessica said. Ashlee nodded in response.

"Be right back." I said as I headed back to the bar.

Marty was holding court by the bar when I walked up.

"Hey, Jimbo! I saw you and Kendra out there, you make a good couple." He said with a know-it-all smile.

"Well, if saying hello makes us a couple then maybe you're right." I replied with a laugh of my own.

Marty handed me 2 more Coronas.

"How'd you know what I was getting?" I asked.

Marty put his arm around me.

"Let me tell you something Jimbo, you have fun out there. You're a hard worker and a good worker. You deserve some fun, my friend." He said in a fatherly way. "Good things are gonna be happening with you, I know it."

"Well, thanks." I replied, somewhat confused by his "advice".

It was odd that he not only knew what I was getting, but how many. As if he knew who I was with.

I walked back to the outside deck and the girls were there watching the volleyball game.

"Two Coronas, for two lovely ladies." I said. Then immediately wondered why I said something so lame and corny.

"Thanks, babe." Ashlee said.

"Cheers, Jim." Jessica said as we all clinked our beer bottles together.

"Let's get a table over there." Ashlee said.

We found an empty table off the side of the vast deck area.

Jessica and Ashlee looked incredibly hot together. I was fumbling with my words trying to say anything. 

"So Jess told me you met in Dallas, right?" Ashlee said.

"Oh yeah, I guess Tony didn't feel like hanging around so I had to drive her home." I said.

"Oh man, he can be the biggest asshole sometimes." Jessica said before covering her mouth again, embarrassed at her language. Ashlee only laughed.

"Jim's a good guy, he's heard it all before, right Jim?" Ashlee said.

"Oh, I didn't hear a thing." I said with a look of innocence on my face that only made the girls laugh harder.

"So, if you don't mind my asking, uh, where's Pete?" I asked referring to Ashlee's husband Pete Wentz.

"He's on tour in Europe." Ashlee said. "And the baby's at home with the grandparents."

"Oh, I see." I said as I took another swig of beer.

"That's why we came out here, it's a good thing we ran into you, you know." Jessica said.

"It is?" I said, confused once again.

"Right, you see...Pete's away now...and Ashlee's been, well...lonely. You know, with the baby and all." Jessica said.

"Uh...right." I said, I could feel my stammer coming on.

"And since she knows about you and me...well...she was, well, I was, we were wondering..." Jessica's voice trailed off, and Ashlee's head was resting on her hand and she smiled at me.

"I think he knows, right Jim?" Ashlee said calmly.

"I-I-I-I think I do." I stammered out.

The girls looked at one another and smiled.

"How far away is your place?" Jessica said.

"It's, uh, up the..." my voice trailed off and I could only point (with a very shaky hand) to where the house was.

"Let's go up there, just to check it out, right, Jim?" Ashlee said.

I could only nod in agreement.

"I'll go get some more beers." Ashlee said.

We all stood up and Ashlee went inside to the bar.

Jessica stood close to me and held my shaking hand.

"You're so nervous, why?" she asked.

"Well...it's not every day some...something like this goes on and I-I-I..."

"Hey, it's just us. You're gonna be fine babe." Jessica said calmly, with a small kiss on my cheek.

Ashlee reappeared with an entire 6 pack of Coronas, which made Jessica laugh even more.

"Oh, sure Ash, let's get him drunk too!" she laughed. "Come on, let's go."

I felt bad not saying goodbye to Marty, I caught Kendra looking at me with the Simpson girls. I think she was smiling. Maybe she was envious or maybe she knew what was going on.

Jessica led us out to her silver BMW X5 parked with other vehicles around the vast front of the house. I went for the front passenger side door, but Jessica corrected me;

"No, no, you sit in the back Jim."

I nervously climbed into the back and Ashlee was beside me, with a look of mischief as we pulled away from Marty's place. She slowly slid over to my side and took my hand in hers.

"Hi." She said to me.

"Uh, hi, back." I replied, still nervous as hell at what was going on.

I could see Jessica's reflection in the rear view mirror and she was smiling. Ashlee caressed my hand and softly kissed my cheek. Her hand now drifted to the crotch of my cargo shorts and I could feel myself "coming alive" as it were. I tried to think what I should do next, but Ashlee was in control of things. Jessica looked over at us.

"You okay, babe?" she said with a smile.

"Uh, I-I-I guess so." I replied nervously.

"He's gonna be fine..." Ashlee said very seductively as she began to kiss my neck.

Jessica squealed with laughter at my predicament and Ashlee's answer.

"How much further, hon?" she asked between laughs.

"Uh, turn in...in here." I stammered.

Ashlee's hand was inside my pants now and I could feel it moving around, making me shudder. She turned my head slowly and kissed me deeply as Jessica pulled the BMW into the driveway.

"God, Ash! Are you gonna do him here?" she said.

"I wish I could! He's nice!" she said with a big smile.

"I told you he was!" Jessica replied.

Was this me they were talking about? The "geek-a-zoid" from Connecticut? Or was it the guy known to some as "Hollywood Jim"? Something just wasn't right about this whole scene. It was all too dreamlike right now. 

"Uh...let's...l-l-let's go inside." I finally said as I freed myself from Ashlee's hot lips. We got out of the BMW, Ashlee held me close as Jessica trotted around the other side and both girls were on my arms, and smiling. 

"This is gonna be fun." Jessica said with her mega-watt smile.

"Yeah, baby." said Ashlee with an equally large smile at me.

I hesitatingly unlocked the front door of the house, wondering if I'd be attacked the instant we stepped inside. Ashlee held me close as Jessica looked around.

"Wow! Cool place Jim!" she said, her voice echoing of the high ceilings.

"Uh, let me put the beers away." I said as I headed to the kitchen, Ashlee stayed close behind me. Jessica soon followed. They each grabbed a beer.

"Where's the bedroom honey?" Ashlee asked with a sly smile.

"Um...up...up...upstairs." I stammered.

"Let's see that." Jessica said as she took a swig of Corona.

I took them upstairs to a sparsely furnished room, all in white with mahogany colored hardwood floors and a gently turning ceiling fan. A huge antique sleigh bed was close to the windows. Ashlee and Jessica were both holding onto me again.

"This is nice, very tropical, the breeze feels so good." Ashlee said as she took a deep breath of the ocean air. Jessica lay atop the bed very seductively. Ashlee wrapped herself around me and kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing with mine.

"Are you...you sure this is-is-is okay?" I said.

"Sure it is." Jessica said. "Ash, he's all yours."

"Thank you." She said quietly before turning and kissing me again. I was completely blindsided what to do now. Her lips felt so soft on mine. She stepped back slightly and smiled. She looked at Jessica who responded with a look of admiration on her face. Ashlee started to unbutton her shirt.

"Oh, I can't wait." She said as the shirt fell off and her tits were exposed. They were perfectly shaped with small nipples.

"Get those clothes off, Jim." I heard Jessica say, she was still lying on the bed watching us.

"Well, now or never." I thought.

I pulled my polo shirt over my head, and turned just in time to see Ashlee pull her panties down, exposing a totally smooth pussy.

Ashlee gasped slightly when she saw me naked.

I was fully erect now and she smiled at the sight of it.

"Oh, that looks nice!" she said.

"I told you!" Jessica said.

Ashlee looked beautiful naked. And she seemed to enjoy the feeling. She walked over to me and we kissed deeply. I gingerly felt her tits and she moaned as I touched the nipples. My hands went to her ass and it was just as soft and toned as the rest of her. I could hear a breathless sound of joy as I felt her.

"Oh yes...so good." She said softly.

I looked over at Jessica who watched all this with a smile.

Ashlee's hand went down to my dick and began to caress it. 

"Oh you've got a nice dick, baby. It's beautiful."

"So are you." I impulsively said.

She chuckled at my response.

"What do you think, sis?" Jessica said.

"I think he's very hot." She said flirtatiously as she looked back at me and giggled.

"OK, my turn." Jessica said as she hopped off the bed.

Ashlee slowly led me over to it and we lay down. Our tongues, lips, and hands were touching one another all over.

"Lay back, Jim." Ashlee said.

Ashlee slowly kissed her way down my chest and held my dick in her hands.

"Beautiful." She said as she took it into her mouth. I felt my head go backwards as the feeling hit me.

It got better.

Jessica stood at the foot of the bed and began to untie the straps of her dress letting it fall to the floor. She was totally naked underneath, and her pussy was shaved clean too.

"What do you think baby?" she said very seductively.

Ashlee's oral work left me speechless and I could only nod my head as Jessica walked over to the bed and stood beside me, her beautiful pussy just inches away from me, and her equally beautiful tits above me. 

Ashlee came off my dick and smiled at the sight of her naked sister. She knew it turned me on.

"You like her, huh?" she said.

"W-what?" I asked.

"She turns you on, I can tell." She replied.

"How can you tell?"

"Well...your dick just got harder!" she giggled. Jessica laughed too.

"Yeah, I know what he likes Ash, slide over." 

Jessica joined us on the bed, giving me a deep kiss. 

"Go on, take 'em hon." She said seductively as she offered her tits to my waiting lips and mouth.

Ashlee continued to work on my dick, swirling her tongue around the head. Jessica stroked my head, gently cooing in pleasure.

"Oh...so nice...so nice baby." She said softly.

She pulled away and kissed me deeply, looking into my eyes.

"This is so hot..." she said breathlessly. "I've never felt like this ever."

Unreal.

I had a sensuous buxom blonde and an equally buxom redhead in my bed, in Hawaii. Could this get any better?

Yes, indeed. It could.

Jessica swung her legs over my head and lowered her gorgeous pussy to my face. She was soaking wet and tasted lovely. Her voice was a mixture of "oh's" and "yes'". Ashlee was still working on my dick but now made her move. Jessica leaned back slightly as Ashlee came up from behind her and gently cupped her tits and kissed her neck. 

"Let's switch." Ashlee said "I want him now."

Ashlee and Jessica traded places, Jessica began to suck my dick while Ashlee and I kissed deeply. She offered her nice tits to my mouth and I eagerly licked and sucked them as we watched her sister work on my dick, her blonde hair made it even sexier. 

"That looks so hot!" Ashlee whispered to me.

I was too lost in the moment to reply.

Ashlee now swung her legs over my face and I now had her pussy in front of my tongue.

Ashlee was more vocal than Jessica as I licked her.

"Oh yeah baby! Uh-huh...oh god eat my pussy...oh yeah!" she cried out.

Before I knew it, I exploded into Jessica's mouth. She swallowed some, then jerked the rest out of me.

Jessica came off my dick and kissed me softly.

"That was so cool, Jim." Jessica said with a smile.

"Mmmm...I can't wait for round 2." Ashlee said, somewhat out of breath.

"Round two?" I thought to myself.

Jessica lay between us. I couldn't help but lean over and kiss her gorgeous tits. She giggled, especially when Ashlee leaned over and did the same. I eagerly went back and sucked on her nipples, Ashlee did the same and Jessica's little giggles turned into moans of pleasure knowing how she was being pleasured. My hand went down between her legs and her pussy was wet again. She moaned quite erotically at the pleasure we were both giving her.

"Baby...I want you so bad." Jessica said.

"Me too." said Ashlee.

"Oh, do her first...I wanna watch." Jessica said as she sat up on her knees.

"Oh my god yes! I wanna fuck so bad now!" Ashlee said.

Ashlee's eyes widened at the thought of being watched like this. I sat up too and Jessica held my dick and softly stroked it. I could feel myself getting hard again. Ashlee watched eagerly and spread her legs wide, her smooth little pussy looked so inviting.

"Mmmm...so nice." Jessica said softly as she stroked me and I grew in size. Ashlee rubbed her pussy in anticipation.

"She's ready now." Jessica said with a smile.

I slid inside Ashlee's pussy and she gasped as I did. She felt just as hot as Jessica, who sat close to her sister and rubbed her own pussy.

Ashlee's eyes were slightly closed and soft "oh's" came from her mouth as I fucked her. Jessica watched intently, her own pussy looked just as inviting, God, I hoped I'd fuck her too!

"Oh fuck!" Ashlee yelled out.

"Doesn't he feel good Ash, huh...feel good fucking you?" Jessica said while rubbing her pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she screamed. 

"Jim...fuck her ass!" Jessica called out.

Ashlee and I changed positions. Her ass was up in the air and I immediately shoved my dick back into her pussy.

"Oh god, yeah!" Ashlee cried out. "Oh, god yes!" she screamed.

Jessica moved over to me and was on her knees next to me as I rammed into Ashlee. I kissed her and then fingered her pussy, making her moan in delight as we kissed. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 33



"Jim...fuck me now...come on fuck me now." Jessica said sexily to me.

I slowed down and pulled out of Ashlee, who collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

"Oh yeah! Fuck my sister!" Ashlee said with gusto.

Jessica lay down again and spread her legs wide I entered her sweet pussy. She had a mega-watt smile on her face as I came up to her. As hot as Ashlee was, fucking Jessica was more thrilling. She was a true bombshell as I pounded into her pussy, her tits swaying back and forth all the while. I turned to look at Ashlee who was slowly rubbing her own pussy and watching us with a look of quiet pleasure on her face.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! God yes!" Jessica cried. "Ohhhh fuck!"

Ashlee looked to be in another world as she softly rubbed herself, Jessica was too, but because of my actions.

I pulled out of Jessica.

"Turn over, Jess." I said, somewhat out of breath.

Jessica turned over and showed her cute ass to me, shaking it a little before I came up behind her and slowly pushed my dick into her pussy. She let out a low, slow "Ohhhhhyeahhhh" as I was inside her. And then I began to fuck her sweet ass. Ashlee was watching us, then sat up and kissed me as I fucked her sister. Ashlee caressed her sister's ass, then kissed it.

"Nice." She said to me in that sweet voice of hers.

My rhythm with Jessica continued and I could feel another explosion coming fast.

"I-I-I'm gonna cum soon, I wanna cum on your tits!" I yelled.

I quickly pulled out and Jessica turned around and put her tits under my dick, Ashlee did the same, she began to jerk my dick, handing it to Jessica who continued. Then I exploded all over those golden globes of Jessica's and Ashlee's. 

I felt totally spent and crashed backwards onto the bed. The girls were laughing at my stamina, then they lay beside me.

"Hey...that was so good." Ashlee said softly.

Jessica kissed me softly.

"Thank you baby." She said.

I was too exhausted to reply. The girls giggled, they knew what they'd done.

We all fell asleep on the huge bed. 

I awoke an hour or so later. The sun was just starting to rise outside. I could hear water running in the bathroom. I slowly got up, sore as hell, and waked toward the bathroom.

Inside was a lovely sight.

Jessica Simpson was in the shower, her naked body looking even more alluring than usual because of the steam and water flowing down through her blonde hair.

"Hey baby!" she said as she reached for some soap.

"Hey, back." I said sleepily.

"Wanna join me?" she said with a smile.

I smiled back.

"Why not?" I said as I gingerly entered the large shower stall.

Jessica gave me a passionate hug and kiss as I entered, my dick already had come to life as it brushed against her wet soapy body, and her tits touched my chest. My hands went down her back and felt the curves of her ass. She let out a small sound of pleasure as she felt my hands on her wet body. 

"Let me wash you honey." She said as she took the soap and worked up a thick lather in her hands. She slowly ran her hands over my body, looking into my eyes as she did this, her flirty smiles only made me more excited. She could tell it was turning me on as she looked down at my dick and smiled more.

"Mmmm...you like this." She said.

I nodded.

"I do too." She said. "Will you wash me honey?"

I got an equally thick lather going and worked my hands over her body. Her tits felt so soft and slippery in my hands and Jessica let out little cries of pleasure. Her hand went down to my dick and caressed it as I caressed her tits with the soap and my hands. 

"Wash my pussy babe." She said softly.

I used my soapy hands on her love nest and it felt even sexier than I thought it would. My fingers entered her pussy with ease and she gasped at this.

"Oh yessss...baby that's it." She said.

I kissed her as my fingers continued to probe her pussy. It felt incredibly wet.

"Oh my god baby...fuck me..." she said breathlessly.

I was fully erect as I turned her back against the shower wall and worked my dick into her. She was luckily a little shorter than me.

"Oh god yeah! Uh-huh...huh-yeah...huh-yeah!" she cried out as I fucked her with steady thrusts. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and I had her fully off the floor and continued thrusting into her hot pussy.

"Yes! OH GOD YES!!" she screamed out.

I continued thrusting into her an I could feel my explosion coming fast.

"Jess...Jess...I'm gonna cum!" I said quickly.

"Oh yeah! Oh god do it!" she cried out.

I exploded into her hot pussy.

"Oh Jesus I feel it! Oh, god I feel it!" she cried.

I held her against the wall as the water continued to cascade around us. We could hardly move just yet. Then I slowly let her back down. She was still feeling wobbly and she held onto me, kissing me.

"Oh god that was incredible." She said breathlessly.

She let the water cascade through her blonde hair. It looked so hot as she ran her fingers through it. She looked at me and smiled, standing there naked and wet practically gave me another hard-on right there.

"Hey baby..." she said very naughty smile to me.

"Hey back." I replied with an equally naughty look.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Wrapping myself in a towel I walked out to the bedroom area and Ashlee was awake. She sat on her stomach watching me as I came out.

"Hey, I heard you two go in there. Must've been fun!" she said.

"Well, it was, I can't lie about that." I replied.

She sat up, still naked, and came over to kiss me before heading into the bathroom.

I stood there, and smiled to myself.

Jessica came out, still naked and looking hot, and dried her long blonde hair.

"Ashlee's in there if you want to go again." She said with a giggle.

"Oh man...you two are gonna wear me out!" I said wearily.

"That's the idea honey!" she laughed.

Jessica kissed me deeply and pulled my towel away. She caressed my dick as we kissed and between that and her freshly clean smell I was getting excited again.

"OK, go on in there sport! Jessica laughed as she turned me around and slapped my ass. "Show her why they call you 'Hollywood Jim'!" 

I whirled around.

"How do you know about...?" I asked, stunned.

"Oh, I heard some things, from different people." She giggled.

I was speechless, again. But I could see from the smile on her face she was beyond happy at this moment.

"Go on..." she said.

"Yeah! Come on!" I heard Ashlee call from the shower.

I looked at Jessica again, she was still smiling. I took a deep breath and went into the bathroom.

Ashlee was washing her hair and looking hot. She looked at me and my growing excitement as I gingerly stepped in and joined her. She giggled and we embraced. She kissed me deeply and our tongues danced with one another. She was caressing me all over and held my dick softly.

"Oh my...it's so hard. You get it up pretty quick don't you?" she said with a smile.

"I guess so." I said sheepishly. 

I was still a nervous kid even after all this time.

"Well, I think it's so beautiful." She said.

"You do?" I said, surprised.

"Oh yes...it's nice and hard...and big...you should be proud of yourself. I wanna see what you can do with it." She said.

Ashlee caressed it some more as the hot water flowed around us. She turned around to wash her face and I slowly came up behind her and gingerly held her around the waist. She moaned as she felt my hands on her, and my dick poking her.

"Do it baby...I'm ready." She said softly.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Fuck me...stick it in me...I'm ready." She replied.

Ashlee leaned forward as I held my dick. I worked it slowly into her pussy and she moaned long and slow as I pushed inside her. She felt very soft and tight as her pussy wrapped itself around me.

"Oh Jim...oh my god that's soooo good!" she said very erotically.

I began to slowly push in and out of her, I felt good too. I gripped her soft ass and felt it, it was slippery and soapy.

"Oh yeah...fuck me Jim...fuck me baby..." she was saying.

My hands went up her thighs and held those beautiful tits of hers, they might not be as large as her sisters' but were very nice handfuls.

"Oh baby...hold my boobs...yeah baby...yeah baby!" she said with increasing passion, like it was building inside her the more I fucked her.

I was pushing into her pussy with equal passion, her cute ass was meeting my every thrust.

"Oh baybeeeeeeeee!!!!" she now screamed. "I'm coming baby! I'm coming, oh god I'm coming!"

I was far from finishing, I kept pushing into her and holding her tits. I slowed down somewhat so she could recover. I pulled out of her and she turned around to kiss me.

We held each other tight as my dick poked her pussy.

"Oh god that was good..." she said as we kissed. "Oh baby...it's your turn now." she said with a mischievous smile. She looked down and caressed my dick again. Then she knelt down and took my dick into her mouth, making sweet love to my manhood. Seeing her slide up and down its length was supremely erotic. She'd come off it and jerk it with her hands as she looked up at me with a naughty look on her face.

"Like that baby?" she said with a smile.

I smiled and nodded in response as she resumed her oral love.

Her tongue swirled around the head and she laughed as I filled her mouth. Then she took all of me into her mouth, swallowing my full length. I could only groan in response as I felt myself swallowed by this redhead beauty. And now I felt an explosion building within me.

"Ashlee...oh yeahhhhh!!!" I said as I exploded into her mouth.

She didn't gag at all but swallowed every bit of me. When she came off my dick she jerked the remainder out of me and onto her tits. She then stood up slowly and hugged me.

"Oh my god...that was wonderful!" she said passionately in my ear.

I was too spent to reply.

"Oh, I really did you good didn't I?" she laughed.

Ashlee softly washed me again, it was like a slow massage as she lovingly caressed every part of me. 

"OK, I think we've had enough." She said with a smile.

We stepped out of the shower and she dried me off. Then led me back to the bedroom where Jessica had fallen back to sleep. Ashlee and I lay down and she wrapped herself in me and we were soon asleep as well.

And that's how I found myself not much later as I awoke. I slowly raised myself from the bed and went over to the window and looked out on the ocean. I could hear Jessica breathe in and sit up. She got off the bed and hugged me from behind as she joined me at the window. 

"Mmmm...this is nice." She said softly.

"Yes, it is." I replied.

Ashlee was awake now and began to dress.

"I think we gotta get going Jess." She said, with a touch of regret in her voice.

"Right...we're meeting some friends in town." Jessica said.

I looked at my watch.

"Yeah, Chris is flying in this afternoon and I'm leaving tomorrow morning." I said.

The girls soon departed and I resumed my spot on the deck as I heard Chris arrive.

"Aloha!" he said.

"Hey, aloha to you too." I replied.

"So what's Mr. Hollywood been up to in paradise?" he asked.

I could only chuckle in response.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 34



It was a rare slow day at East Coast Image. We didn't have to do logistical planning for a trip somewhere, Our phone wasn't ringing off the hook with new clients (we were already booked up) and I actually had some extra time to catalog the vast archive of images we'd accumulated. Chris looked to improve his bowling game.

So it came as a surprise when we got a letter in the mail from Hollywood Studios inviting us to the world premiere of "Dreamer". 

"Dreamer? What movie is this?" I asked as I looked at the invitation.

Chris read the accompanying letter.

"Huh, this is the movie we did in 'Frisco." He said. "The title was changed."

"I wonder why they changed it?" I said.

"Probably the Grateful Dead wouldn't let them use that line from Sugar Magnolia." He replied.

"That sounds about right." I said. "So, are we going?" 

"I don't know, I'm not all that eager to go all the way up there. I'd rather wait for the premiere down here."

"Well, I'll go then." I said.

"Hey, it's your wheels." He said with a shrug of the shoulders as he went back to his bowling game.

When I got home that night, there was a phone message for me.

"Hey, Jim...um...I miss you...and, uh...I'd really love it if you came up to San Francisco for my movie...so call me baby."

I recognized the voice immediately.

It was the film's star, Blake Lively.

All the memories of our time there came rushing back. I immediately called the number on my caller ID and it went to voice mail. She even sounded sweet giving her "I'm not here now..." message.

"Hey Blake, I got your message...I'll see you in 'Frisco darlin'."

I was smiling as I left my message.

Two days later I was airborne and headed back to San Francisco. For V.I.P. guests like me the studio gave us rooms at the same hotel we'd been at during filming. As I walked into the lobby, all the memories of my last trip came flooding back. I checked in, got some dinner and headed for the premiere at the Fillmore West. 

It was a gala to be sure.

The marquee was lit up with multi-colored lights;

"World Premiere Tonight...Dreamer...starring Blake Lively"

I smiled as I saw her name "up in lights" as it were.

The flashbulbs were everywhere and I wondered how I might find Miss Blake. I had called her number a few more times without an answer. I made my way into the theatre and showed my invitation to the film company reps. Luckily, I saw Mike Murphy from Hollywood Pictures who recognized me.

"Hey! Jim, I can't believe you came all the way up here!" he said. "Did your partner come too?"

"Nah, he's too jaded for events like this, so he sent his Lieutenant." I replied. "Uh, who's here from the film?" I asked looking around and trying not to seem like a starry-eyed fan.

He stared at me, and smiled.

"I know who you want to see, pal!" he said with a nod of his head and a wiseguy smile. "She's here, she's here." He said. "Look, I gotta take care of some stuff, enjoy the film and we'll see you at the after party."

"What after party?" I asked.

"At Compass Point, it's a club up the road, just ask around." He said as he walked away.

As I headed into the theatre I spotted the film's director John McDonald. He had been an intimidating personality as a director when we first met, but gradually warmed up to us as he saw the results of our work. Tonight, he was dressed to impress in a silk pinstriped suit with a white silk scarf for added effect.

"Uh, Mr. McDonald, I'm not sure if you remember me..." I started to say.

"Oh yes! My ace photographer, good to see you again." He said as we shook hands. He seemed more at ease now that the film was finally ready. "I think you'll be rather impressed with the finished product, my friend." He said with a scholarly tone.

"Well, it was great just being on the set, sir." I said.

"Enjoy the film, my friend." He said with a smile.

Now the flashbulbs went into overdrive.

"Ahhh, the stars have arrived." He said sarcastically.

"Where would we be without them?" I said the same way.

John chuckled and headed into the theatre.

Several members of the cast, whose names escaped me, walked in and past me. I think their status on the film was measured by the number of flashbulbs that followed them.

A cute blonde strolled in, immediately saw me and ran over.

"Hey! You made it!" she said in a bubbly voice.

It was Kaley Cuoco, whom I'd had a nice encounter with back in L.A. She looked just as cute in a red pant suit.

"Oh, hey, yes, I couldn't miss this event." I said.

"Well, um..." she said hesitantly. "If you're staying over we could meet again, you know." She said with a smile.

"Uh, well...Maybe I'll, uh, call you later on." I said, not sure if I said the right thing.

"OK, I'll see you at the party." She looked around and gave me a quick kiss as she headed in.

Before I could take in what she just did an explosion of flashes started and I saw her.

Blake Lively.

She looked even prettier than I remembered.

Her trademark blonde locks shimmered thanks to the flashbulbs. Her black velvet mini dress truly showed off her body accompanied by thigh-high leather boots. And she had a mega-watt smile that she showed off as she did red carpet interviews for all the entertainment shows. I could see Shaun Robinson from "Access Hollywood" getting a big laugh out of Blake. And to my surprise I saw VH1 had sent Brooke Hogan to do their red carpet interviews, just like when we met at the Miami Film Festival.

"Man, it's like an old girlfriend's reunion." I said to myself.

Blake was escorted into the theatre by several reps from the studio. I tried to weave my way through the crowd, hoping to catch her attention.

"Blake! Hey, Blake!" I called.

She turned around, gave a smile as if it was another photographer trying to get one more shot. And she disappeared into the theatre, without even noticing me.

I stood there as the crowds began to quiet down.

Well, there's always the after party, I thought.

The film was better than I thought. 

"Dreamer" cast Blake as an aspiring photographer in San Francisco in late 1969. She and her best friend (played by Kaley) work at a coffeehouse by day and spend their nights prowling the Fillmore West and related music ballrooms. The music scene (and lifestyle) they've been experiencing is quickly changing all around them. For some, it's for the better. Blake's character has been photographing bands, becoming the house photographer at the Fillmore. But for Kaley, her life starts to spiral downward. As I watched the finished product, I remembered everything about the days we spent watching the movie being made. 

Then I got the shock of my life.

In one scene, Blake has an argument with her musician boyfriend at work, he storms out of the coffeehouse and Blake suddenly grabs a guy and kisses him deeply, his eyes like saucers as this happens. The camera showed the back of a man's head as Blake pulls away, and smiles. 

This got a laugh and lot of wolf whistles from the crowd.

The man with "saucer eyes" was me!

As I recalled, this scene came out of an idea Blake had, I was literally pulled out of the background and inserted as a patron of the coffeehouse. I just assumed I would be an extra, nothing more. And I had thought this scene was just a gag and would be edited out, or at least restaged somehow with somebody who looked more "Hollywood". Little did I realize, the guy who looked "Hollywood" was actually nicknamed "Hollywood Jim." (aka me.). 

So I was now immortalized on celluloid. 

The film's final scene took place the morning after New Years Eve 1970 and showed Blake in a medium shot walking towards the camera and into the San Francisco morning, cameras in hand, with the Fillmore over her shoulder and planning to leave town. Over the scene was her distinctive voice telling what became of the people she knew there. She looked so beautiful with her flowing hair and weathered denim jacket. Then the camera turned and showed the back of her jacket. She turned around and we suddenly saw an older version of her, looking back at the Fillmore, now closed, and wistfully saying;

"That was so long ago..."

The screen then went to black and the credits rolled.

The audience stood and applauded. I sat there in silence. I knew I'd seen a great film. Immediately there was a rush of people trying to get to Blake and the cast. I knew there was no way I'd get near her, so I made my way out of the theatre and hoped Compass Point was as close as they said it was.

I got out my cell and immediately called Chris. I got his voicemail.

"Hey pal, I think we've hit the big time!" I said happily.

I headed up the streets through the crowds towards Compass Point.

The club was crowded with film people. They all crowded around the producers and director. I got a drink and took in the scene.

"Well, well, well there's a face I remember." I heard a voice say.

It was Brooke Hogan.

"Hey babe how ya doin'?" she said in that fun voice of hers.

"Wow, Hi, I'm surprised you remembered me." I said.

"Hey, I remember a certain fun time we had in my Jacuzzi." She said with a smile.

"Oh, well, uh, that was quite a time." I replied sheepishly.

"So what are you doing up here? Is Paris with you?"

"No, I haven't seen her in a while, just came for the film premiere, we worked on it you know."

"Really? Doing what?"

"Our company did all the still photos for it."

"Cool, um, are you staying in town?" she asked with a cute look on her face.

"Uh, yes, um, at the, uh, Hilton." I replied.

"Well, maybe I'll see you there." She said as she slipped me a card with her cellphone number on it.

"See you around darlin'." She said with a quick kiss as she walked away.

I stood there, somewhat confused by what was happening. I guess it's always a good idea to have a backup plan for nights like this.

There was a commotion across the room as Blake arrived with the film's director. They posed for photos and interviews and the commotion continued as they came towards me. Blake was with the director.

"Blake, you remember Jim, this is the guy you kissed in the coffeehouse." John said as he introduced us.

She looked at me for a moment.

"Oh, yes, hi...good to see you, Tim." She said barely looking at me as she was escorted towards some other big shots.

She blew me off as if I didn't exist.

"It's Jim..." I said to myself.

I felt incredibly hurt at that moment. Here was this gorgeous girl I spent some time with, she invites me to her film's premiere, then at the moment when we should've had a great reunion, or at least the potential for one, she acts like I don't exist.

And as far as I could tell, Kaley and Brooke had disappeared.

"Time to call it a night, Hollywood". I said to myself. 

I dejectedly left the premiere and headed back to the Hilton, immediately heading for the bar. But it was too close to last call for me to get any kind of drink. So I went up to my room.

I flicked on the TV and soon fell asleep.

I was awakened by a knocking at my door and the doorbell ringing.

"OK, OK..." I said as I rubbed my eyes and stumbled through the dark room. I looked through the peephole and was shocked.

It was Blake.

I opened the door slightly, wondering if what I'd seen was true.

"Hi...are you mad at me?" she said apologetically.

"No...come on, come on in." I said as I let her in, still confused.

"I am soooo sorry the way I treated you tonight." She continued

She still had on the outfit from the premiere.

"Um, that's OK, uh, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Let me explain. I didn't want people to think there was anything going on with us, they still think I'm going with Penn and all. We actually broke up a while ago and I don't want the tabloids going after me just yet. So...that's why I blew you off. I'm really happy you came." She said as she hugged me.

"Well, I'm glad I came too. That was a great film, you should be proud of it." I said.

She took a deep breath.

"Oh my god...I still can't believe the way everyone reacted, it's more than I could've dreamed of." She said almost tearfully as she held me. "I just wanted to be alone with you."

We kissed long and lovingly.

"This room looks a little familiar." She said

"It does now that I think about it." I replied.

Blake smiled and we kissed again. Her lips felt so hot and her eyes were closed as we kissed. My hands gently caressed her hip. She uttered a soft "oh" as she felt my hands on her back and then her cute ass.

Our lips parted and she stepped back slightly and we looked in each others' eyes. Blake smiled and began to untie the side of her mini dress, letting it come undone. She slowly removed it, showing her beautiful breasts. Then unzipped the bottom part of it and it fell to the floor. She had on beautiful black silk panties. She slipped my t-shirt over my head and unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. She looked so pretty in her little black panties. I couldn't help but stare at her. She knew I was getting excited by her.

"Um, how do I look?" she asked with a shy smile.

I was beyond stammering, I couldn't speak at all.

She smiled and held me in arms.

"I missed you." She said softly "I missed the way you made me feel."

"I missed you too." I replied.

"Please...let's make love." She said in a romantic voice into my ear.

My hands went shakily down to her waist and slipped her panties off and she did the same with my underwear

As we kissed, I was immediately hard as my dick brushed against the inside of her leg. She turned me around and had me lie on the bed. As she stood over me, she ran her fingers through her thick hair. She smiled and laughed, knowing how turned I was seeing her stand naked before me.

"Like what you see, huh?" she said.

"Uh, it ain't bad." I said nonchalantly.

We both laughed.

She crouched down and crawled on all fours onto the bed and towards me. She softly kissed my cheek and lips, looking down at me very sexily and smiling.

"Hi baby..." she whispered.

She began to kiss her way down my neck and onto my chest. It was hard not to explode right then and there at these soft touches from a beautiful lady like her. She clearly knew how it made me feel, especially when she made her way down to my dick and slowly caressed its length before kissing the tip softly.

"Gonna make you feel good Jim, I missed you so much." She said.

She softly licked all around the head before taking me into her mouth.

I inhaled deeply as I felt her lips encircle my dick and her tongue move around the head. Then as she slid her lips up and down its length. It felt so unreal. She casually brushed her hair aside so I could fully see this blonde beauty at work. Her mouth came off my dick and began to jerk me with a smile of pleasure on my face.

"You're so nice." She said with that loving smile of hers.

"So are you." I replied.

We both smiled at one another as she moved back up and kissed my chest and neck.

"Your turn." She said.

Blake swung a leg over me and braced herself against the headboard of the bed. I slid down and saw that beautiful pussy of hers, smooth as silk, and looking as beautiful as I remembered. She leaned down and my lips and tongue touched her pussy. She let out a soft moan as I began to kiss and lick her. I could feel her body shudder at times. She was incredibly wet.

Finally I could wait now more.

I gently brought her down and we hugged each other and I whispered;

"I want you Blake..."

"I want you too..." she replied just as softly.

Blake kissed me on the cheek and slowly got off the bed and went for her small clutch bag, pulling out a small silver case with Trojans inside.

"I'm on the pill but I want to be careful." She said confidently.

"Me, too." I said as I placed the condom on my fully erect dick.

I turned over to my left and we kissed as Blake lay on her back, opening her legs.

I slid into Blake Lively like a glove, she was that wet.

She let out a long, slow "Oh" as I entered her.

I did the same, it all felt so right to us. We were locked in this loving embrace. I began to slide in and out of her and her eyes and voice let out little cries of pleasure that I can't describe. It felt so beautiful and Blake's eyes were half closed as I varied my tempo from fast to slow. 

"Baby....oh yes...oh yes..." she finally uttered.

I could feel her arms around my back trying to pull me in closer, as if we could get any closer. My head was close to her mouth and her breaths were in time with my thrusts into her.

"Oh god Jim...yes...fuck me...oh god yes...oh god yes..." she cried.

"Oh yeah Blake..." was all I could say.

She kissed me as best she could and we rolled over so she was on top. She let out a cry of pleasure at this new feeling. She sat up and arched her back.

"Ohhhhhggoddddd!" she cried out. "So good...so good."

She looked down at me and smiled widely before running her hands up and over her beautiful tits and then through her tousled hair.

"You're gonna wreck me baby!" she said with a laugh.

"You're wreckin' me now." I said.

We both laughed and she began to rock back and forth on my still pulsing dick, I could feel her pussy gripping me tighter. 

"Oh yeah Blake...yes baby..." I said.

Her breathing and little cries spoke volumes, and they only increased the more she rocked on my dick. Her chest was heaving with every movement.

"Baby...oh yes...uh-huh...oh yes...oh yes...OH YESSSSS!!!" she screamed out.

I could feel a scream coming from inside me as I exploded into her pussy.

"Oh yeah!" I yelled out.

Blake's rocking motions slowed then she slowly collapsed onto me, and soon rolled off.

We lay there in bed for the longest time, we were both breathing too hard to speak. Finally, she turned and held me close, I could smell that wonderful Chanel perfume she wore last time, there were so many memories that time were flooding back to me.

"That was so beautiful Jim...thank you." She whispered.

"Thank you Blake, you were wonderful too." I replied.

"Oh baby..." she whispered again.

We kissed each other softly, then fell asleep as the San Francisco sun peeked through the curtains.

A few hours later, I could hear a cellphone ring with the tone of "Dancing Queen". I remembered it was Blake's phone. 

I smiled, yet another reminder of our past encounter.

Blake breathed in slightly, then her eyes opened as she recognized the tone.

"Mmmm...I should get that."

She rose out of bed and crawled over to a chair where her clutch bag was.

"Yes...hello?" she said.

I sat up now.

"Yeah...OK...I'm just getting up now...Um...I can be there in like an hour...OK."

She snapped the phone shut.

She looked at me with a look of regret on her face.

"I have to go Jim. I've got interviews for the film I need to prepare for."

I replied with a smile of resignation.

"The life of a star, huh?" I said.

She came over and embraced me.

"I wish we could stay in bed all day, Jim."

"I do too."

Blake took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"I want you to come with me today, I'll tell them you're my cousin or something."

"Might raise a few eyebrows if we sneak off to neck you know." I said.

She laughed at the thought.

I kissed her on the cheek.

"You go off and do your job, it's my turn to be strong." I said confidently, remembering our last parting at the airport, and the words she said to me then.

She smiled again.

"OK, but will you promise we'll see each other in LA?"

"It's a promise. I'll even cook dinner in that pressure cooker you sent me." 

We both laughed now.

"Oh, and promise me one other thing." I said.

"Sure, what?"

"Will you wear that Fillmore t-shirt you sent me too?"

"Baby..." she said as we kissed again "I'll wear that shirt and nothing else."




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 34



"Nice!" I replied with a smile and eyebrows raised leeringly.

We dressed and she quickly headed out to her interview sessions.

I flew back to Los Angeles that afternoon.

As I was walking through LAX my phone rang.

"Hey baby!" it was Blake

"Hi darlin'! How's things going there?"

"Great! I'm gonna be in town next week to do Jimmy Kimmel's show, let's have dinner then."

"OK, give me a call and we'll set it up."

"Cool, I'll call you soon...gotta go, bye!"

"Bye babe."

As I snapped my phone shut I turned a corner and saw Brooke & Kaley again.

"Uh-oh, here comes trouble." I said

"Hey Hollywood!" they said, seemingly in unison, big smiles on their faces, like they knew something.

I wonder what that could be?



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 35



"Hi Hollywood!" they both said in giggly unison.

I had just snapped my phone shut when I saw Brooke Hogan and Kaley Cuoco standing by the baggage carousel.

I stopped in my tracks and smiled, just as they did as they walked over to me.

"Oh boy, here comes trouble!" I said.

"I can't believe you didn't see me on the plane back." Brooke said as she hugged me. She looked her usual sexy self in a white sleeveless t-shirt and jeans. Kaley had on a grey sweatsuit, a pink shirt underneath. 

"Well, he went all the way up to 'Frisco and barley spoke to me." Kaley said as she hugged me too. "And I was in the movie, too!" 

"So unlike you, Jim." Brooke said in a mock-serious tone. "He was so nice to me, you know." She said with a wink.

"Oh he was quite nice to me too!" Kaley said. 

"Come on Mister Hollywood, you can ride with us." Brooke said as she took me by the arm.

"Oh, well...uh...I..." I stuttered.

"No arguments, Jim." Kaley said.

"How do you know I don't have my car parked somewhere?" I said.

"Because a guy like you takes a limo here, the studio gave me one and I know they gave you one too." Kaley said. "Plus we already told your driver you were coming with us."

They had me there.

The studio had sprung for limos for "VIP Guests" at the premiere of "Dreamer". A porter grabbed our bags and we headed arm in arm towards the limo driver holding the sign that said "Cuoco". And we were quickly whisked away in a Lincoln limo. The inside was luxurious, as usual. The ultra-soft leather seats felt great. Brooke immediately snuggled up to me as we glided onto the freeway. Kaley got drinks for us and joined me on the other side. I now had two girls on each arm, how'd I get so lucky?

"So Mr. Hollywood, what did you think of the movie?" Brooke asked as she took a sip of her drink.

"Well, uh, it was something else." I said hesitantly as Kaley kissed my cheek.

"I'll bet!" Kaley said.

Brooke kissed my other cheek as we glided along. 

"I really hoped we'd get together up there, you know." She said.

"So did I." Kaley added seductively.

"Well, we got him here now, what should we do?" Brooke wondered, in an equally seductive voice.

We all laughed at this situation we were all in now.

"OK, ladies let's not go nuts here." I said between laughs.

"Ever done it in a limo, Brooke?" Kaley asked.

"No! That's not like me" she said, surprised.

"I never did either." Kaley replied. "How 'bout you, Jim?"

I hesitated for a minute, and smiled slightly, which made the girls gasp.

"You did!" Kaley gasped.

"Oh, my god!" Brooke screamed.

"Well... not really...uh...I mean...I sorta did..." I started to say.

Should I tell them about my ride to Palm Beach with Paris?

"It was nothing really...I mean, it was nice and all." I stammered.

Brooke was laughing, covering her mouth. 

"Was it fun? Come on! You gotta tell us!" Brooke said in between laughs.

"OK, it was nice." I finally said with some bit of modesty.

"So... let me guess," Kaley said "Did you do this?"

Kaley's hands went down to my crotch and began to rub it.

"Or did you do this?" Brooke said as she kissed me.

Her kisses felt so nice, and Kaley's hand had found the zipper to my khakis and it started to go down.

Brooke and I were in serious lip lock, and Kaley's hand was now inside my pants and feeling my dick through my underwear and it was responding to her touches.

"Oh, this is nice." I heard her say as Brooke's tongue touched mine.

I felt a rush of cool air as my dick popped out from inside. Kaley's hand was holding it and softly caressing it.

It felt so illicit doing this here, I know I had done this before with Paris, but the feeling from before was still there and it was wild, to say the least. 

I softly held Brooke's head as we kissed and now looked down to see my dick in Kaley's mouth, her head bobbing up and down it.

"Wow she gets down to business doesn't she?" Brooke said.

Kaley smiled and looked up at us.

"I think you should kiss something else" Brooke said as she loosened her shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her gorgeously huge tits.

"Kiss them Jim, they're all yours." She said.

"Oh my god Brooke, you got some boobs on you!" Kaley said.

Brooke giggled as she felt my hands and tongue on them, Kaley resumed sucking my dick, her tongue was swirling around the tip. Brooke was already moaning as I did my tongue work on her.

"Oh baby....uh-huh...yesssss." She moaned

Kaley slowly came off my dick, her lips looking so sexy as they came off it.

"Wanna trade, Brooke?" she said.

Brooke could only nod her head as she slowly moved down to the floor of the limo with Kaley. They both looked at my dick close-up then each began to lick around it. I thought I'd explode right there seeing 2 hot babes licking my dick and enjoying it.

"My turn." Brooke said

Kaley nodded and removed her shirt, showing off her somewhat smaller tits.

"Like mine, Jim?" she asked.

"Oh yes, very nice." I replied

Brooke was sucking my dick big time now, and she was enjoying her work, I could hear little moans as it filled her mouth. Kaley and I kissed and I was feeling her tits too. Brooke's work was definitely doing something to me, I could feel an explosion coming on fast.

"Oh god...oh my godddddd!!!" I yelled as I exploded into Brooke's mouth.

Brooke swallowed every drop as Kaley and I watched with excitement.

"Wow! How was that Brooke?"

Brooke was gasping

"Oh wow...he came a lot." She said as she wiped her mouth of whatever cum had dripped out.

"So, Jim...is that what you did in the limo?" Kaley asked with interest.

"Oh yes, that was...about right."

We all laughed as the limo pulled up to my condo. I somehow gathered my things up and stumbled out of the car.

Brooke and Kaley leaned out the window, still topless

"Bye, Hollywood!" the girls said before dissolving into giggles as the car pulled away.

I think I'm lucky there were no kids on my street to see that.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 36



Business at East Coast Image started to pick up again. We suddenly got a plum assignment courtesy of Marty O'Brien. As I'd said before, Marty's work with Tigress had made him a major player in the music business seemingly overnight. And he always made sure we were along for the ride. But this time, Chris was having second thoughts about the new assignment we got through Marty. Not because of the subject, or the money, but the location.

"Nashville? Why there? Why did we get that place?" he said in a tone that reminded me of myself at times.

I suppose his feelings were justified.

We would be going there to shoot a group of music stars for Vanity Fair magazine's annual music issue. The locations had been kept largely secret and the photographers chosen only knew where they were going after they picked a city out of a hat. And we got Nashville. And a group of country music stars. I was looking forward to it; I had only been there once before for a family wedding and loved walking around the city, feeling the atmosphere and hearing the music coming out of the clubs and bars.

"I mean, do I look like the kind of guy in a pickup playing, what's his name...Willie Nelson on the eight track player?" he said.

"Well...now that you mention it..." I replied trying not to snicker.

"Very funny!" he said "OK, let's get to work." He said with a resigned tone.

Two days later we arrived in Nashville. Marty was there to meet us and was his usual self.

"There's my boys! Welcome to Nashville!" 

Chris was grumpy all morning and I wound doing most of the talking to the record company reps we dealt with. Tim McCoy would be our connection here and we hit it off immediately.

"OK, guys" he started "We'll get started in the morning at Tootsie's Orchid Lounge"

Chris looked at me with an expression that showed how much he was dreading this job. I could tell the idea of shooting photos at a place called "Tootsie's" didn't thrill him in the slightest. Never mind the history of the place. 

"Cool, I went there long ago...oh, uh, who are we photographing anyway?" I said

"Well, that's a mystery to me." Tim replied.

"Why?"

"Somebody leaked the info about this shoot and they're trying to keep this as low key as possible. All I know is it's someone big." He replied.

"Oh, uh, okay. I guess we'll know when we know, right?"

"Exactly, see you in the AM boys." Tim went off with some assistants.

"I need a drink." Chris said.

"Man, you're acting like a 5 year old." I grumbled as we headed for the hotel bar.

"Well, wouldn't you? We could've gotten Miami or New York...but noooo...look where we are?" he whined.

I gradually blocked out his whining.

The following morning I was up and ready to go. I was getting my gear ready when my cell rang.

"Dude...I-I-I feel like death now." A raspy voice said

"Chris?"

"Yeah...must've had too much to drink..."

"You had one beer." I replied.

"One...one too many..." he said.

"If you're trying to get out of this you're doing a really lousy acting job." I said.

"Dude...gonna die now."

I looked up at the ceiling.

"Why me?" I said to no one in particular.

I think I now heard snoring on Chris' end.

"You are so dead, Chris!" I yelled.

I now had to be the one in charge of things, wonderful.

I frantically grabbed whatever I thought we'd need and headed down to meet the company reps and our assistants for the day. Tim had assembled a local group of techs he'd dealt with who were just what I needed in this case. It seemed all I'd be doing is snapping pictures.

Hey, Fine by me.

I arrived at Tootsies' with Tim and the crew that early morning. Our plan was to photograph our "mystery star" inside the club. But the Nashville morning had just enough of a chill and the way the sunlight hit the street was giving me an even better idea. Soon after we arrived and began setting up, a large bus arrived. It was bright red with gold stripes and the windows were tinted black. The side door opened and a perky girl with brunette hair stepped out.

"Hey, Tim! Wow, everything looks great!" she said

She was introduced to me as Debbie, an assistant. Before I could ask to whom, my answer came down the steps.

Carrie Underwood.

"Whoa!" I blurted out.

Debbie and Tim turned and looked at me.

"Hi there! I'm Carrie." She said in a sweet voice that just oozed Oklahoma.

"Yes...I-I-I'm Jim." I stammered out. "G-G-Great to meet you."

We both laughed at how star struck I was.

Even this early in the morning Carrie looked like a million bucks. She had on a bright red University of Oklahoma sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. Her golden blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail. Her smile just lit up the streets. Carrie took an active interest in everything we had planned, before being hustled off to the makeup trailer. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder and winked at me.

"...Like she needs anything to be more beautiful." I said.

"You said it brother." Tim replied

We both smiled and got ready for the shoot.

To nobody's surprise, Carrie's time in the makeup trailer was short. She emerged in a pair of tight weathered jeans, equally aged denim jacket, and black cowboy boots. A guitar case had emerged and out came a vintage Gibson acoustic guitar with her name elegantly written in mother of pearl on the neck. 

"Jim, right?" she said to me as I nodded in reply. "What do you think?"

"Uh, I think you belong be on the stage inside." I said, trying to sound professional.

She giggled in that little girl voice of hers.

We went inside the club and rolled off some shots of her on the tiny stage, then seated at the bar with the guitar positioned between her legs. Then she had the idea of dancing around to music from the old jukebox, these shots looked great, and she looked so hot. The time just seemed to fly by, shooting her was so easy. We took a quick break as I went out to our truck to get some extra gear. I looked up the street and the rising sun looked so great. 

"That's it!" I said.

I immediately ran back in the club and told everybody to get out onto the street, there was a potentially fabulous shot waiting for us. Before Carrie's people could question me, she had her guitar in hand and dashed out with me. 

"Wow! I see what you mean!" she said excitedly. "What should I do?"

I told Carrie to lean up against the front window of the club. She did so, but I boldly reached down for her leg and bent it up so the boot heel was visible. She looked down at me and my position and she smiled at me, like she wanted to say something else.

"Um, nice boots." I said hesitantly while looking up at her.

"The guy holdin' them is nice too." She replied with a smile.

"Thanks..." I composed myself and got into position.

The shot I got had the rising sun in the background and she was leaning up against the window at such and angle that the name of the club and her guitar's decorations were clearly visible. Her blonde hair positively glowed in the sunlight. And she had a wistful look on her face. And that look was gorgeous.

Even the crew was in silence, like they knew a great photo was being taken and wanted to savor every moment. I really felt like I'd photographed a goddess.

"Think you got it, Jim?" she said breaking the silence.

"Oh yes...I got it." I finally said.

"Can't wait to see it!" she said as she was hustled off with her people. 

I couldn't believe my good luck and how fast everything had happened. The crew guys were slapping me on the back, Tim came over and was just as happy. Carrie's assistant Debbie hugged me and told how happy Carrie was with what we'd done. I started to make arrangements for our gear and was quickly assured by Tim it was in good hands. I walked over to a coffee shop and grabbed a celebratory hazelnut coffee. As I reached into my jacket pocket, I discovered a business card with Debbie's name and an address handwritten on it.

"Come up to my place, 8 tonight." It read.

"This is interesting." I mumbled.

Especially because I couldn't figure out how it got into my pocket.

Debbie was certainly a cute one. I guess I'm entitled to a little fun, I thought.

Luckily the rental car we got had a GPS system so I programmed the address and was soon on the road. The GPS voice mentioned how we were entering some part of Nashville called Brentwood. Sure seemed like a pretty ritzy area, that's for sure from the looks of things. Finally, the voice told me to turn right onto a long darkened road that appeared to be the entrance to a gated community. There was a guard booth and I showed him the card I'd found. He ducked inside and made a phone call.

"Last house on the left." He said

"Thanks." As I drove away, I suddenly remembered a horror movie with that name, "stop being so paranoid, Hollywood" I thought

At the end there was a tall stone wall and a Spanish-style house sat atop a hill. 

My car stopped at the front door and I looked around, it was so quiet. A blue Ford Mustang convertible was parked in a garage. Next to it was a black BMW X5. 

I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Immediately I heard a dog barking furiously 

"Ace! Calm down!" a female voice said as she approached the door.

The front door opened and I suddenly realized that this wasn't Debbie's place.

"Hi, Jim!" the gorgeous blonde said.

It was Carrie's place.

"Come on in! That's my dog, Ace." She said as he barked and scampered around me. Carrie had on gym shorts and a Dallas Cowboys' jersey with a number "8" on the front.

"Let me get you a beer." She said as she led me to the kitchen. I suddenly realized the number on the jersey was Tony Romo's. I remembered that from my encounter with Jessica. What were the chances of meeting up with 2 of his exes? Carrie had a great house from what I could see. Her kitchen was very comfortable with a center island and ultra modern appliances throughout. She grabbed 2 Corona's out of the fridge. The Eagles were playing on her stereo. 

"So, like my place?" she said

"Yeah, it's really you."

"I tell you, it's so strange going from where I was before to this. I mean, I had a little apartment before I did 'Idol' and now..." she said as she grandly spread an arm.

"Yes...all these fabulous appliances can be yours....if the song is right!" I said in my best game show voice. Carrie laughed at my sudden change from nervous photog to game show impresario.

"Take a look at this fabulous refrigerator...currently loaded with...something."

Carrie was laughing even more as I opened and closed it quickly.

"Here's our first contestant...what's your name?" I said using my beer bottle as a mike.

"Carrie..." she said playing around with me.

"Carrie, eh? OK and where are you from darlin'?"

"Oklahoma." She said with a sly smile, like she thought I was crazy.

"Oklahoma...ah, well is it OK there?"

"Uh, yeah I think so!" she said, still laughing.

"Great, well let's play our game. That is if I knew the rules, which I don't. So I guess that makes you the winner. But then you already did win, right?"

"What do I win?"

"Uh...you win...uh...this toaster oven!"

"Oh! Just what I always wanted!" she said like a game show winner.

"And don't forget the case of Rice-a-Roni!" I added. 

We were practically doubled over with laughter and Ace was barking too.

I'd apparently broken the ice with her and overcome any nervousness I'd had during the day. It was a great relief to see that she shared my sense of humor. Carrie showed me around her home, it was beautifully arranged throughout. Being a frustrated musician I was drawn to what seemed to be her music room. She had 2 gleaming guitars there, a black hollow-bodied Gretsch electric and the Gibson acoustic from this morning. A baby grand piano was in a corner. The wall over the fireplace was dominated by a huge framed picture of her first album "Some Hearts" with several platinum CD's circling it. Signifying in millions the number of albums it had sold. Another equally large picture was for her second album "Carnival Ride". Underneath it on a shelf were her Grammy Awards and CMA Awards. A few framed pictures of her with various musicians were there too. My eyes were drawn to the guitars nearby. 

"Like them?" she said.

"Yes...always tried to play but never got very far."

"Me too, I'm still learning, I get nervous every time I have to play it onstage."

"You? Nervous? Never!" I said

"Are you kidding! You should've seen me at the Grammy's!"

"You were great doing those Eagles songs." 

I suddenly realized the song she did that night, "Desperado" was playing.

"Well, what a coincidence."

"I like this song better..." she went back to the stereo and crouched down. I couldn't help but get a peek at her pink panties. 

"Peaceful, Easy Feeling" came on and Carrie started singing the song, we suddenly found ourselves singing the song as a duet, she did the first verse and I started the second, looking at her as I sang the line "....and I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight...with a billion stars all around." She covered her mouth slightly and I heard an "oh my!" come from her. She was smiling, I was too as you'd imagine.

"Good song." I said.

"Good singer." She replied.

"Um...thanks."

We stared at one another and I leaned in and kissed her. I could smell a beautiful perfume and her face felt gently powdered in some way by whatever makeup she had on. She pulled back slightly, and smiled.

"Oh my..." she said, somewhat surprised.

"I'm sorry, I-I couldn't help myself" I quickly apologized.

"No, No...I, um, liked that." She said.

Carrie placed her arms gently on my hips and we kissed again. Her lips felt so nice. When we parted, she smiled that "Carrie" smile.

"What's that line from Shakespeare?" I said.

"What line?" she said.

"I remember now, you, um, kiss by the book." I said.

"Oh, thank you Jim."

We kissed again. This time it was longer, her mouth was open just slightly and her eyes closed like she was in a dream.

When we parted, she held me close.

"Oh that felt so good Jim... wow."

"I liked it too."

Carrie wrapped her arms softly around me and we hugged.

"I didn't know that would feel so good." She said softly.

"I love this feeling."

"Um...come with me..." she softly took my hand and led me up the stairs.

Her bedroom was very soft and romantically furnished with lots of white linen throughout. 2 armchairs and a couch were in a corner. A large TV was mounted on the wall and there was even a fireplace. We kissed again, deeper still. Then she had me sit on the bed.

"I'll be right back Jim." She said softly.

I was alone in her bedroom now, looking around at the place. I couldn't believe where I was, the old bit of first-time nervousness was back. I was trying to be confident, but wondering what was next? Would I be alright?

I soon found out.

Carrie reappeared wearing a short, pink babydoll ensemble with matching panties and a bright red bowtie that accented the look. She had a slight smile. I think she was nervous too. She stood at the doorway and dimmed the lights. The room went to a soft candle-like glow.

"Oh my..." I said, barely audible.

"Do I, um, look OK?" she asked.

"You look...beautiful." I said.

"Thank you, Jim." She said as we kissed. "I just got it."

My hands slowly went down her sides, the material felt so smooth. Carrie started to slowly unbutton my shirt.

"I'm okay baby..." she said softly as she removed my shirt.

"I-I am too." I said.

Her soft hands drifted down my chest until she got to my waist and I was already getting hard inside. 

"Would you like to...get undressed?" she asked in that same soft voice.

"OK" I replied.

I slowly unbuckled my black denim jeans, Carrie's hands were on my zipper and I could feel it slide down. Her hand went inside and I was instantly erect as it touched my underwear.

Carrie let out a small gasp.

"Oh my...I guess I did that, didn't I?" she said with a smile.

"Uh...yes...I'm sorry, I-"

"Oh no, don't be...I like that." She said reassuringly with a kiss added. "I like it a lot."

Carrie slowly slid my jeans down, I'd luckily taken my boots off when she was out of the bedroom. She looked at me up and down and smiled;

"You look good, Jim." She said

"You look better." I replied

She bashfully smiled and we embraced again.

I was hard as a rock now and Carrie began to slowly grind against me, I could hear little moans coming from her. My left hand went behind her and caressed her ass. As she continued to softly moan, I boldly slipped a hand on her panties, her ass felt just as soft as the rest of her.

"Oh Jim...baby...please undress me." She said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...please...please undress me."

I took a deep breath and reached for the straps of her babydoll, and slowly slid them off her shoulders. It slid off her shoulders, and silently to the floor leaving her in just her pink panties. Her breasts looked beautiful, a small C cup I'd imagine, topped with small pink nipples that were already erect. She inhaled slightly and they became even more erect. She didn't seem to mind being topless in front of me. Carrie reached for the sides of her panties and slid them down, I did the same with my underwear and we were naked in front of each other. Carrie's body was flawless, even in the soft light I could see she was totally bare between her legs. We both smiled at the sight of one another. I could feel myself getting harder. Carrie noticed and licked her lips. 

"Come here." She said softly.

We embraced again and my dick was poking at her pussy. Carrie kissed me deeply and I felt her hand caress my dick.

"I hope I'm OK..." she said hesitantly.

"Of course you are, why?"

"I haven't had too much, um experience." She said softly.

"You'll be fine," I said "neither have I." I knew it was a lie considering my past history, but an experience like this doesn't happen every day, you know.

"Maybe we should lie on the bed?" she suggested.

"That's good."

We climbed onto her huge bed. I lay flat and she lay to my sides kissing my body all over. She held my dick and studied it, then looked at me.

"It's beautiful." She said.

I closed my eyes as she kissed my dick, I could feel her lips and tongue on the head, then a surge of warmth as it entered her mouth. Was this really happening to me? I could feel her mouth slowly sliding up and down the length of my dick, getting slicker with every stroke. I knew if she used her hands I'd probably explode in a millisecond. She did just that, softly gripping me and caressing me with her soft hands. But luckily, I held myself together.

"Oh my Jim...you're somethin' else." She said with a smile as I opened my eyes again.

I sat up and we kissed. My hand caressed her breast and she cooed in response. I moved my head down and softly kissed her nipple, she sighed blissfully. I could feel her hand on my head as I licked and sucked her tits.

"Ohhhhh....Jim....baby...." she sighed.

"You're so soft." I said in the same tone.

"Thank you baby..." she replied, her eyes were now closed.

I looked down and her hand was on her pussy, gently rubbing herself. She could tell I saw what she was doing.

"I can't help it...I feel so good now...you make me feel soooo good, Jim."

I looked her in the eyes and we kissed long and lovingly.

"Jim...I want you...I really want you now." She said.

I nodded in understanding, she did the same.

Carrie rolled over to her nightstand and slid open a drawer, pulling out a Trojan.

"I'm on the pill and all...I just want to be careful, you know." She said.

"Me too." I replied.

Carrie handed me the Trojan and I placed it over my dick. Carrie leaned back on the bed and slowly opened her legs, her totally smooth pussy looked so inviting.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 36



I eased myself up and slowly pushed into Carrie Underwood's pussy. 

She inhaled and her breathing grew more rapid as I pushed inside her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." she said with slowly decreasing volume as she grew accustomed to me inside her. Then she sighed, beautifully I should add.

"Oh Carrie...." I said.

"Baby....ohhhhhhyyyesssss..." she said blissfully. "Oh Jesus....oh my...oh Jim..."

I began to slowly push in and out of her hot pussy, she held me close to her and I could feel her fingers gripping my back muscles.

"Oh yessss...uh-huh....ohhhyesss...uh..uh...uh...uh...oh god..." she moaned.

I looked down at this angel-faced songbird, her eyes were closed and barely any sound was escaping now. She opened her eyes and smiled slightly at me. I kissed her lips and neck and could feel her gripping me tighter.

"Oh yes...baby...uh-huh! Oh yes! Oh God....oh yes...OH YESS...OH GODDDD YESSSSSSSS!!!!" she cried out. Her body tensed up as she arched her back, then collapsed into the bed. I was still inside her. I rolled onto my back and she sat up, momentarily running her fingers through her blonde locks, then out of reflex rocking back and forth on my still hard dick. She smiled, knowing how in control she was at this moment.

"Oh baby...mmmm....this is so cool...uh-huh...oh yeah..." she sounded so sexy.

I could see my dick sliding in and out of her pussy as she began to raise herself up, then down on it. She'd occasionally gasp as it went inside her.

"Oh yeah...uh huh...oh yessss...." She moaned. She ran her hands down my chest, then up her own body to her tits, so sexy! She knew she was turning me on.

I could feel my explosion building inside of me as she kept rocking back and forth on me.

"Oh baby...you're getting' harder...uh-huh...uh-huh...UH-HUH! UH-HUH! OH GODDDDDD!!!!" she screamed as I exploded into her pussy.

Carrie leaned back as her orgasm came over her, then slowly leaned forward to kiss me. I gently turned her onto her side and we held each other in the candlelit room.

"Oh Jim, that felt so good. Thank you, baby." She said softly.

I could only smile and softly kiss her in return.

"Was I...um..." she hesitantly asked.

"Beautiful, that's what you were." I replied. I knew she was uncertain of her "abilities".

She smiled widely and we snuggled in together, sleep quickly came over us.

An hour or two later, I could hear her moving about, talking to Ace. I slowly sat up and saw Carrie walk out of the room wearing only her Cowboys jersey, her cute ass was clearly seen. And I could've sworn I saw her look over her shoulder and wink at me.

Man was I a lucky so-and-so at this moment.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 37



As amazing as my time in Nashville had been, there was the inevitable flip side to things. Courtesy of Marty O'Brien. Just after we'd wrapped things up in Nashville he called us with a last minute offer of photographing a private gig Tigress was doing in Chicago. Chris decided to head home and let me do this one myself. What seemed like a great idea wasn't. The flight out there was lousy, the weather in Chicago was no better. And the gig ended up being cancelled. I knew when I got back home Marty was gonna get it from me. As I landed at LAX it was in the middle of a monsoon rainstorm. I felt miserable, and it didn't look like Chris was gonna make it to the airport to at least give me a ride home like he'd promised. So I was stuck waiting for a downtown shuttle bus. And the rain wasn't letting up, in fact it was getting worse. I started hearing people talk about washed out roads and scattered flooding that was causing gridlock everywhere. I was all alone sitting on a cold bench wondering what my next move would be. Amidst the gradually diminishing car traffic around the airport I saw a large black car making its way towards me. It went by me, then in the distance I saw it turn around and make its way back towards me. It slowed, and the drivers' window slid down and I heard a woman's voice yell out;

"Hey! Hey Jim!" she called.

I looked around to see where the voice was coming from, for a moment I thought maybe Chris had sent an emissary to pick me up. I looked closer and could see a raven haired woman shouting from the black car 3 lanes over from me.

"Jim! Over here!" she yelled.

I took a few steps forward, hoping I wouldn't get a sudden drenching. But I did. I was soaked to the skin instantly as a roof suddenly collapsed and drenched me.

The dark haired girl screamed, then got out of her car and dashed over towards me, getting drenched herself. Once she got to me I recognized her instantly.

It was Kim Kardashian.

"Oh my god Jim! Oh come on, let's go to my car."

She grabbed my leather carryon bag and hustled me to her black Bentley sedan. As Kim got in I saw in the passenger seat was another woman I didn't recognize at first. 

"Oh my god what are you doing here?" Kim said as she got back behind the wheel. "It's awful out there!"

I shook whatever water I could out of my hair and jacket and acclimated myself to the sudden luxury I was in. 

"Were you waiting for your car?" Kim asked.

"No, my ride home. Chris was supposed to meet me here but that looks unlikely." I said.

"You just got yourself a ride, baby." Kim said firmly as we drove away.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" I now asked.

"Same thing as you, picking up Adrienne." Kim said gesturing towards her passenger.

"Hi, Jim. I'm Adrienne Bailon." She said turning around and extending her hand over the passenger seat.

"Hi, good to meet you, little wet I'm afraid." I said. "Have I seen you somewhere? You look familiar."

"Well, I was a Cheetah Girl." She replied. "Kim's brother and I used to date."

"Oh, right. Now I remember."

The Bentley headed out of the LAX complex and towards the highway. The traffic started to get heavier, and Kim's phone rang.

"Hello? Oh hi, Mom...uh-huh...oh god, you're kidding...I'm not sure I'll have to check the GPS...OK I'll call you back when I know." Kim turned to Adrienne;

"Mom says the highways are completely blocked up with cars and flooding, I don't think I can make it home. Any ideas?" she said in a worried voice looking at me as well.

Kim pulled the Bentley over and we started to check her GPS system for alternate routes as she called her Mom back. It soon became apparent that the most obvious routes were out. 

"How far is your place Jim?" Kim asked.

I checked the maps and that looked like our best bet.

"We're off to your place, then." Kim said as she steered the Bentley back onto the highway.

We all tried to be positive as the rain poured down and the big car navigated the highway. And we breathed a collective sigh of relief once we found my exit. Immediately we headed for a McDonald's drive-thru and stocked up on burgers and fries, then made the short drive to my condo. 

"Probably would be best to stay here and see if the rain lets up any." I said.

"Good idea." Adrienne replied

Kim nodded in response.

It was dark and quiet, but felt great to be inside my condo.

Then I suddenly realized why it was so dark when I tripped over Smokie the cat, making him yowl out.

"Oh great! The power's out!" I said.

Kim and Adrienne fished around for their cellphones and used the display lights to find their way around.

"OK, I've got a flashlight." I said.

"Got any candles?" somebody said.

"Yes, over..." I said as I crashed into a chair.

We all laughed at our predicament but luckily found some candles, lit them and finally got to settle down. The rain continued outside. Kim called her Mom and reassured her we were fine and would leave when the rain stopped. 

"So how do you and Kim know each other?" Adrienne asked.

Kim smiled, and I told how Chris and I had done photos for her clothing line. 

"You left out one little detail 'Mr. Hollywood'." She said.

"Huh?" I replied

She looked at me with a naughty smile.

"Well, Adrienne...Jim has an interesting nickname, you know." She said.

"Oh, really, what?"

"He's Hollywood Jim." She said.

Adrienne's eyes lit up.

"No way!" 

"Oh, yes. This is the guy I told you about."

"The one in Hawaii?" she said, still surprised.

"Uh-huh, this is him." Kim said as she sat close to me and gently stroked my chest and smiled at me lovingly.

I was too stunned to reply. Kim started to giggle at what she'd just said and done. Then she started to explain.

"OK, yes, Jim is the guy I met in Hawaii. He's a sweetheart, right, Jim?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sweetheart. Yeah, that's me." I said in a quivering voice.

Kim got closer to me.

"He's also...a very good lover." She said a she gently wrapped her left arm around me and placed her head on my shoulder. I could smell her perfume, so nice.

"Oh, my!" Adrienne said with a look of curiosity.

Kim started to laugh as she looked at me, knowing how embarrassed I probably was.

"He won't admit it, will you Jim?" she now said. "Well, he is."

"Maybe since I'm single I should find out for myself." Adrienne said.

"Oh, you should!" Kim said excitedly. "A's been kinda lonely lately, haven't you?" she said with a smile.

"Kim!" Adrienne said, shocked and covering her mouth. "I can't believe you'd say that!" she said, clearly embarrassed at Kim's bluntness, but smiling slightly.

I was just an observer here. They both started to laugh.

Kim slid closer to me now.

"We did have fun didn't we, Jim?" she asked in that effortlessly sexy voice of hers.

"Um, yes, yes we did."

Adrienne was watching her friend closely.

"I showed Jim my lingerie collection, A. Did you know that?"

"Oh, cool. Did he like it?" Adrienne asked.

"Of course he did." Kim said while looking at me. "Didn't you, Mr. Hollywood?"

"Sure, I did." I said looking back at her.

As if on cue, we both leaned in and kissed. Her lips felt so nice combined with that perfume and the candlelight. Made me forget the cheeseburger I'd just finished.

When our lips parted, Kim looked over at Adrienne, who smiled with a look of anticipation.

"See what I mean, A?" Kim said to her friend.

"Yes, I do."

"Why don't you try it?" she said.

"Oh, um I don't know" she said hesitantly.

"A, you should. You really should." Kim said.

"Hmm...Okay."

Adrienne Bailon came over and joined us on the couch, sitting on my left. I was now the nervous one, make that the petrified one. I had this beautiful Latina girl on one side and an exotic raven haired beauty on the other. I couldn't help but glance down at Adrienne's tits, they seemed almost as large as Kim's. 

Adrienne and I kissed and she felt so sexy, her lips were warm and she let out a soft "oh" as we kissed. Kim and I kissed some more and I could feel Adrienne's hand on my leg. Kim's hand was on my other leg. And we all had this look of desire. 

"You're a good kisser, Jim." Said Adrienne

"He's good at a lot of things A." said Kim in response.

Kim gently brushed her long black hair back with her hands and leaned in to kiss me again. I could feel Adrienne's hand caressing my shoulders as we kissed. I turned and Adrienne's lips were on mine again. I could feel Kim's hand move up my leg to my crotch now, and I was getting excited as she began to softly rub her hand over it. I had reached out to caress Adrienne's breast and it felt lovely, her face showed how my touch was turning her on. Her eyes had such a beautiful glimmer to them, and her tan skin was so warm and soft. 

"Oh Jim...wow you are something." She said with a slight laugh.

"He is...and he's got something else nice too." Kim said as she held the zipper to my pants.

"Oh my!" Adrienne said with a naughty laugh.

"OK Jim, time for Adrienne to see what you've got." Kim said in a playful voice.

The girls both laughed like excited, naughty schoolgirls. Kim softly kissed my cheek, then I felt the zipper of my pants go down and her hand sneak its way inside as she kissed me some more.

I could feel her soft hand on my dick that felt like it would explode out of my pants. Once it was free, they both let out a gasp of wonder. I could only gasp inside, amazed at what was happening to me.

"Oh, my god Kim!" Adrienne said "It's just like you said it was."

"Nice, huh?" Kim said.

"Very nice." Adrienne said while looking at me. "Better than Rob's."

"Well, I wouldn't know about that...it's yours A." Kim said.

"Mmmm...thank you Kim." Adrienne said as she held my dick.

Kim and I kissed as Adrienne caressed my dick with her soft hands. Kim's tongue softly meshed with mine.

"He's big." Adrienne said softly.

"I know, but very nice." Kim replied as she looked at me and smiled.

I could feel Adrienne's wet lips kiss the head and her tongue softly kiss the tip.

Kim and I looked down to see her friend begin swallowing my hard dick. 

"Wow, that looks so hot." Kim said softly.

I couldn't speak at this moment. Kim's hand was softly rubbing my chest. Adrienne was slowly taking all of my dick into her mouth. She slowly came off my dick and smiled.

"Feel OK baby?" she asked.

I just nodded.

"It's very nice Kim." She said as she resumed her oral work.

Kim and I looked at each other and smiled.

"Would you like me to take over, Jim?" she asked. "I think you do."

Again, I could only nod my head.

Kim slid off the couch and joined Adrienne. Adrienne looked at Kim, then me, smiling all the while.

"You're nice Jim." Adrienne said.

Adrienne Bailon stood up and began to unzip her jacket, then removed her white t-shirt, revealing a lacy bra.

Kim looked over at her and said "Oh, A, I love that bra, where'd you get it?"

"That place on Garcia Boulevard."

Kim turned and smiled at me

"She looks hot doesn't she, baby?" she said

I could only nod as Kim's mouth enveloped my dick again.

Adrienne started to slide her pants down, revealing some equally lacy panties. She was smiling too, knowing how much I was turned on. I could feel my dick get harder at the sight of her. Kim's tongue was swirling all around my dick and I could her say "Mmmmm" she knew I was getting harder in her mouth.

Kim turned to look at Adrienne and then stood up. 

"I should get comfortable too." She said.

Adrienne still had her bra and panties on when she crouched down and held my dick in her hands.

"Oh my...it's so pretty Jim."

"Thank you"

"Um...it's rather big too." She said with a smile.

Adrienne let it gently slide around her lips, then her tongue gently kissed the head. Kim was undressing now, I smiled and inhaled slightly when I saw those gorgeous tits of hers come into view. She smiled too, she knew she was turning me on. 

"Like what you see Jim?" she asked. 

"Oh yes...y-y-yes I do." I could barely respond, between Adrienne's oral work, and now seeing an almost naked Kim Kardashian, what was I supposed to do?

"You wanna see more?"

"Oh yeah, Kim, give him what he wants." Adrienne said with a laugh.

Kim sat on the couch next to me and snuggled in, kissing me softly as we watched Adrienne suck my dick, her head going up and down its length.

"Mmmm...doesn't she look hot Jim?" Kim said in a sexy voice, but then again she could read the phone book and sound sexy.

"Do him good A. We want him nice and hard."

Adrienne nodded. Then her mouth came off my dick.

"Wow...how do you handle that thing Jim?"

My eyes were looking at Kim's tits and I could only smile. 

"He handles it very well, A." she replied with a kiss on my lips.

"My turn." Adrienne said as she moved up next to me and Kim moved down and resumed sucking my dick. Then she stood up.

"You know, Jim should be comfortable too." Kim said.

"We all should." Adrienne said.

I knew just what they meant by their faces.

I now stood, weak legs and all and Kim slid my pants and underwear down. Adrienne removed my shirt, her soft hands felt so nice on my chest. 

I was now completely naked in front of Kim Kardashian and Adrienne Bailon.

Kim and Adrienne looked at one another and smiled.

"Very nice, Jim." Kim said. "Now undress us."

"Yes...um...good idea." I weakly said.

I turned to Adrienne, who looked at me with her mouth slightly open. Her eyes showed love and lust at the same time. We embraced and her hands were so soft. Her kisses were wonderful and I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were nice, very round globes with large pink nipples. I gingerly slid my hands down her thighs and she made an "oh" sound like I'd heard when we first kissed. Her thong panties were very satiny and they effortlessly slid off revealing her naked beauty to me. Her pussy was totally smooth, totally hairless. It felt so beautiful to be holding her like this, she felt so soft and sexy as we kissed again.

"Oh Jim...I feel so good now." She said to me and Kim.

Kim leaned in and kissed Adrienne on the lips, I could tell their tongues were intertwining with one another.

"Undress me now, Jim." Kim said with a sly tone.

I looked at Adrienne and she gave me smile and nod of encouragement.

Kim embraced me now and my hands drifted down to her ass and I could feel her satiny panties. Kim smiled and giggled as she knew what I was feeling. 

"Oh Jim, you're such a teaser." She said with a giggle.

I smiled back and reached to her bra strap and slid it down her left shoulder, then her right until her beautiful tits were exposed. Kim stood back slightly and slowly unsnapped the front of it until she was truly topless in front of us. Adrienne stood close to me and watched this while softly running her hands over my body and her own. Adrienne reached out and cupped one of Kim's big tits.

"Wow Kim, you've got some big boobs." She said.

"So do you, A." Kim replied. "I don't think Jim minds."

They both laughed.

"Take her panties off Jim...I'm so horny now." Adrienne said.

I took a slight breath, then reached over and slid Kim's satin panties down, exposing her equally smooth pussy. We were all naked now and we all had to look at one another, it seemed so dream-like that I was here, with these two beauties, naked. I was hard as a rock now as we all kissed one another and I felt different hands caress my dick. Kim knelt down and began to suck me again while Adrienne and I kissed, our tongues intertwining and my hand on her wet pussy, a finger sliding in making her moan. Adrienne's hand was on my ass caressing it. Kim stood up now and we all kissed one another.

"Jim, it's time Adrienne got to know you better." She said.

"Uh...O-o-okay." I said hesitantly.

Adrienne smiled at Kim.

"Let's go to your bedroom, Jim." Kim said.

"Yes, I like that, more room for us." Adrienne replied.

We made our way up the darkened stairs to my bedroom, each of us holding a flashlight or a lit-up cellphone. Once we all made it safely, we climbed onto my bed and eagerly felt one another. Kim and I began to lick Adrienne's tits, she was moaning in pleasure as our hands and tongues worked her. I became even bolder when I kissed my way down her toned belly and found her wet pussy just begging for a taste. My lips and tongue dove into her sweet pussy and she moaned even louder, especially when I saw that Kim had now straddled her friend's face and her equally wet pussy was being licked by Adrienne. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Kim's moans were just as erotic.

"Oh A...uh-huh...lick my pussy....oh god...so wet...oh so wet for youuuu..." she moaned.

I continued my oral work on Adrienne, she was so wet and hot.

"Lick her good Jim...eat that pussy baby...ohhhhhyyyessss..."

Kim had leaned back and I could feel her long black hair touching my head. I sat up and kissed Kim's neck, then her lips. She could taste her friend's pussy juices on my lips and tongue. I now caressed Kim's huge tits from behind and kissed her neck as Adrienne's face was buried in her pussy.

"Oh god A! Oh god! Gonna cum....gonna cum....oh godddddd!!!" she screamed. Her body went limp in my arms and we slid backwards onto the bed. Adrienne had a smile of satisfaction on her face, she'd made her friend cum, big time. She now sat up and kissed Kim deeply. Then kissed Kim's tits as she was held by me.

"Oh my god...that was soooo hot." Kim said breathlessly.

"Wow...you have the best pussy Kim." Adrienne said.

"Better than Sabrina's?" she asked.

"Oh, Much better." Adrienne said.

"Sabrina? You mean...?" I asked.

"Oh yeah...she and I fucked once." Adrienne said matter of factly about her fellow Cheetah Girl Sabrina Bryan. "She really likes girls."

"Whoa..." was all I could say.

"But that was someone else...and Jim is so much better." Kim said as she turned and kissed me.

"Thanks." I replied. 

"And A, I think you oughta see what he can really do." Kim said slyly.

"Oh my!" she replied.

"Open you legs wide, A..." Kim said. "Time for you to fuck her, Jim."

"Oh my..." I said, feeling pretty dumb for saying that.

But I couldn't turn down two beauties like this.

Kim kissed me and eased Adrienne's legs open. She seemed nervous but very excited. I was super hard and looked at both girls'. Kim really wanted to see her friend get fucked. I held my dick and gingerly aimed it at her pussy. It was so sexy watching it slide in and be enveloped by her pussy. Oh, she felt hot!

"Oh god....oh my god...so big...so fuckin' big!" Adrienne sighed.

"I know, that's why he's Hollywood Jim." Kim said as she began to rub her own pussy.

I began to fuck Adrienne with measured strokes, she felt so good. I held her legs apart and she was matching me stroke for stroke.

"Oh yessss...Jim fuck me...huh god so hot!" she moaned.

"Fuck her Jim....keep going...oh Jim...fuck her goooood..." Kim said while her fingers were probing her pussy. I didn't know which was hotter, seeing Kim rubbing her pussy or feeling my dick inside Adrienne. I wanted them both at the same time. Adrienne was practically screaming now in ecstasy. Kim leaned down and began to eagerly lick and suck Adrienne's tits as I fucked her. Adrienne's pussy felt so hot as it enveloped my dick. Kim looked back at me, and gave Adrienne's boobs a sexy lick, then an equally sexy smile back at me. Then she whispered to me "Fuck her..."

How could I resist?

Kim and Adrienne were deeply kissing one another. Kim held Adrienne's head in her arms and I could tell she was whispering something in her ear as she caressed her breast and watched me fuck her. Adrienne's eyes were closed and her mouth open slightly but no sound was heard. She was in complete ecstasy right now, having me fuck her and Kim licking her.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 37



"Kimmie....oh yessss...." She said in a slow and sexy tone "Oh god Jim...oh my god this is incredible!"

"Mmmm...Oh A, you taste so gooood." Kim replied.

I wasn't pounding Adrienne's pussy by any means. This was a slow fucking I wanted to experience. I leaned down and kissed Adrienne and then Kim.

"My turn, Jim..." Kim said.

I slowly withdrew from Adrienne's pussy, still hard, and my dick seem to glisten with her pussy juices. Kim slowly pushed me onto my back and began to position herself over my dick. As she lowered herself onto it, her head slowly went back as I entered her. 

"Ohhhhhhyesssssssss....." she said.

Adrienne was lying back and watching, her legs still sprawled open, her pussy still looked inviting. She slowly sat up and crawled over to us and kissed me as Kim began to rock herself on my dick, her big tits looking so hot. Adrienne's hands were softly rubbing my chest as she whispered in my ear.

"Mmmm....so nice Jim..." she said.

Kim wasn't quite as vocal, she made up for it by her movements and how she casually caressed her tits, she knew it turned me on, especially when she smiled at us. Adrienne now moved behind Kim and held her tits from behind and kissed her neck the same way I had earlier. Then they shared an equally hot liplock of their own.

"Oh baby...mmmmm...oh yes." Kim said with mucho sexiness!

Seeing these 2 beauties was too much for me.

"Kim...baby gonna...gonna...oh god!" I yelled and I exploded into Kim's pussy.

"Oh yeah!" Kim yelled out. "Oh my god he's coming inside me!!"

Adrienne leaned down and kissed me ever so lovingly, Kim did the same and both girls lay down on either side of me. Kim's left leg was wrapped around mine 

Wow, what a feeling.

Adrienne looked at my softening dick and lightly caressed it.

"That was wonderful, Jim...Kim was so right about you." She said.

I turned and looked at the lovely Ms. Kardashian, who smiled that famous smile of hers.

"That's why he's Hollywood Jim." She now said.

The two girls giggled in response.

I could only roll my eyes and wonder how I'd gotten here.

I guess 'cause I'm "Hollywood Jim".

We all fell asleep quickly, wrapped in each other. 

I wasn't sure how long I slept, but I could feel Adrienne whispering in my ear.

"Jim...baby?"

"Hmmmm....yes?" I said, slowly coming awake.

"C'mon, Let's do something." She whispered.

"Like what?"

Adrienne smiled; I knew what was on her mind!

She took my hand and we slowly got up from the bed, I heard Kim breathe in and turn over. We were both naked, obviously, and Adrienne softly took my hand and led me to my bathroom. We immediately began to kiss and her dark skin felt so lovely, (I should mention the power had come back on by now and I could really see her light brown skin in the light, her small nipples a slightly darker shade). Our hands began to caress each other's bodies, but we felt a kind of stickiness too. 

"I think we should clean up." Adrienne now said.

"Good idea."

I reached over and turned on my shower, Adrienne checked herself out in the mirror, her ass looked very nice. Once the water seemed hot enough, Adrienne and I stepped in.

"Oh, you've got a nice shower Jim." She said as we kissed "We'll have lots of room." Her hands were rubbing the water into my chest, and getting me hard again in the process.

"Thanks, you look so pretty now." I somehow said. My hands were caressing her tits, they weren't as big as Kim's but felt like nice handfuls. Adrienne's hand now drifted down to my ever-growing dick.

"Oh wow...does...does it always get this big?" she asked with a tone of wonderment in her voice.

"Um, only with the right person touching it." I replied.

"Very nice..." she said with a sexy smile.

I got some soap and we began to lather it over one another. My hands slowly traced the soapy curves of Adrienne's body, and she began to shudder the more I did it. I wasn't trying to tease her by any means, just wanted the moment to last, as always.

"Oh Jim....oh my!" she said between shudders and soft moans.

I was very hard now, and Adrienne's hand now got my dick soapy and it was slick from her caressing it. I now began to rub her pussy and she was moaning even more.

"Oh...ohmygodddd..." she moaned "Soooo good...oh yesssss..."

We now kissed deeply as an orgasm apparently came over her, her legs seemed like rubber and she slowly kneeled down.

"Oh, Jim....I want this....I want it now."

Adrienne washed off my dick, then looked up at me.

"So nice..." she said looking up at me as her tongue came out and began to lick my dick before it disappeared into her mouth. 

Wow, she felt good!

Adrienne's head began to bob up and down on it, it felt incredible seeing her lips envelop my dick. 

"Wow...you're big Jim!" She said with a giggle.

"You're big too..." I said with a smirk as I looked down at her big tits.

"Oh yeah? I got 'em from my Mama..." She pushed them together around my dick.

"Mamasita...." She said with that Latin sexiness she had in abundance before giggling even more.

She stood up and we kissed some more as the water made things even steamier. 

"Oh wow...this is sooo hot!" she said "I never showered with a guy before."

"What do you think so far?"

"I like it!" she said with a big smile

My hands were caressing her nice ass and she knew what I had in mind. We looked at each other and she nodded, then she turned around.

I could see a tattoo on her ass cheek.

"What's with the inkart?"

"Oh, it's a Puerto Rican flag, like it?"

"Very nice...can I kiss it?"

"Kiss my ass, baby!" she said playfully

How could I resist? My kiss made her giggle even more

I stood now and held her hips, my dick knew exactly where to go and I slowly pushed into her pussy.

"Oh god...YES!" she cried out "Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me Jim....fuck me!"

I began to fuck her good, she was hot! My hips were slapping into her ass making the water splash off it. I reached down to hold her tits as we fucked and she knew I liked holding them.

"Oh yes Jim....uh-huh! Fuck me baby...fuck me."

I was doing her faster now

"Oh god...oh god...oh god...OH GODDDDDD!" she cried out before slowing herself down.

"Oh yeah Jim...wow..." she said somewhat breathlessly. "Come on...I wanna make you cum now."

Adrienne kneeled down again and took my dick in her hands and began to jerk it.

"I wanna give you a Latina jerk-off...ever had one?" she said

"Never even heard of one." I said

"You'll like it, baby."

Adrienne began to jerk my dick, then rub it on her big tits, all the while talking in Spanish.

"Oh yes baby... haga el coño tan mojó." She said in a sexy voice

"What's that mean?" I felt so silly asking for a translation at this time.

"It means...make my pussy wet...oh yes baby... venga en mi bebé grande de tetas...that means come on my big boobs baby."

She sure didn't have to say that twice!

I could really feel my explosion coming fast, and she could tell too.

"Venga en mi bebé grande de tetas...come on... venga en mi bebé grande de tetas!"

I exploded onto Adrienne's tits.

"Yeah! Muy bueno! Wow! Look at that...all over them!" she said with giddy excitement as she milked every drop out of me onto her tits.

Once I'd exhausted myself, she stood up and we kissed again.

We rinsed off and got out of the shower, she felt nice even with a towel around her.

Kim now appeared at the doorway.

"I think you two better get a room of your own!" she joked.

We all laughed.

"Jim and I had some fun, he's wonderful, Kim." She said as she held me close.

"I told you he would be, we need to get going."

It seemed a shame to end things like this, but they had to be on their way.

"So we'll get together again soon, Jim. I know A wants to see you again, right, baby?"

"Oh yes...just what I needed." Adrienne said.

"Just what I needed too." Kim said.

As they drove away in Kim's Bentley, I couldn't help but wonder how I got here. And then I remembered, it's 'cause I'm "Hollywood Jim". 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 38



I never imagined how our careers would be changed after our work on "Dreamer". The film was a surprise hit with fans and critics alike. Its star, Blake Lively, received great reviews and her first Golden Globe nomination for Best Actress in a Motion Picture Drama. The film's director, John McDonald got equally good notices. For us, it was a huge boost in business, I gained a beautiful lady friend (albeit one who didn't acknowledge this publicly, that was fine with me) and the director specifically asked for us to work on his next project, a spy thriller in development called "The Days of Rage" to be shot in Europe. I got a call at our studio from his assistant. John was having a party for his wife, an artist, and wanted one of us to be there, but more specifically, me.

How could I refuse?

John's house was in the ultra-exclusive Malibu Colony area, on the beach. Where else?

It was a classic California day as I drove the SLK down to the beach, wondering what might be in store for me. As I pulled into his driveway I could see I was among the ultra rich here. John was holding court with several artist friends when I arrived.

"Ah, my master photographer!" he said with a flourish.

"Ah, the master director!" I said in return.

We quickly got caught up, his wife Emily was quite a looker herself.

As the day wore on I mingled with people there, there were a few actors I recognized and I tried, in vain, not to be starstruck when they complimented our photo work.

I went out onto the deck and looked at the ocean amidst the setting sun. Off to the side I saw a beautiful blonde making her way towards the deck from the beach. She had on a casual t-shirt, denim cutoffs and sandals. She had a million dollar smile as she made her way to the bar area and got a glass of wine.

John greeted her with a hug.

"Man...who is that?" I mumbled.

John turned in my direction and called me over.

"Jim! I'd like you to meet a neighbor of mine..." he started.

"Well, not for much longer." She interjected.

"Oh yes, you're moving out today." He said. "Anyway, this is a friend of mine, Jim."

The blonde stuck her hand out.

"Hi Jim, I'm Kate Hudson." She said with a perky smile.

"Oh yes! Great to meet you! Wow, you're just like I imagined." I said

"Oh! And what would that be?" she said with that inquisitive look and smile she had showed so often in her films. 

"Uh...very, um, California." I quickly ad-libbed.

She laughed heartily.

"Well, I'll leave you two here, I think the wife has another painting she needs to sell." John said.

"So John tells me you're quite the photographer." Kate said.

"He did? Oh, well, I guess I'm OK."

"Are you kidding? I saw those shots you did on his film. That's why I'm working with him." She said

"On what film?"

"The Days of Rage. I'm gonna star in it."

"Oh, cool! You'll be great, I'm sure."

"I just wish they'd get the project nailed down, it's been in development for a long time. I hate to wait for things like this."

"Me, too. I'm the same way." I said "So you live out here?"

"Not for long, I sold my beach house and I'm just taking a last look around." She said.

"Where are you moving to, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Um...up the coast. That's all I'll say." 

"Say no more." I replied.

Kate giggled as we clinked our glasses.

"So do you live out here too?" she asked.

"No! Oh no way! I ain't that successful!"

"Well, not yet, anyway." She added.

"Oh, do you know something I don't?" I asked with that same look she'd given me.

"I know a lot of things, pal!" she replied and we both laughed. It was almost the same giddy laugh her Mom was famous for. 

Even like this, Kate was so casually gorgeous. And so easy to talk to, I didn't feel the least intimidated by her.

"Are you gonna miss living out here?" I asked

"Hmmm...yeah, a little. It was nice on days like this." She said looking out at the ocean as the sun began to set. "You wanna see the house?" Kate said as she dangled the keys.

"Sure, why not." I said.

"Come on, then."

As we walked up the beach Kate began to tell stories about living there. The house was largely dark when we got there, and our voices echoed inside. It was a surprisingly small place for Malibu.

I could tell this place had been around a long time.

"Wow, when was this place built?" 

"I think in the 40's." she replied as she walked around the place. "Some film director used this place to meet his mistress."

"Oh, really?" I said with raised eyebrow.

"Seems about right, huh?" she replied with that classic smile. "You know, small house, one bedroom?"

"Uh, yes, I suppose."

"My room was in here..." she said as she pointed to what was the master bedroom, it looked out onto a deck with an ocean view.

"Nice." I said.

"I thought so." 

Kate seemed to dance into the large main room. She elegantly held out her hand and I somehow knew how to spin her around, dancer-style at that moment.

"Whoa, that wine must've done something to me!" she said with a laugh as she stumbled slightly.

"I guess John has good taste in wines." I replied, the wine was loosening me up too.

"So...like the place?" she asked as she stood close to me.

"Um, it's classy, that's for sure." 

I was now getting a little nervous.

"You dance divinely Mr. Jim." She said with an elegant voice.

"As do you, Miss Kate."

We both laughed as she suddenly grabbed my hand and we did an impromptu tango across the floor.

"OK, now this is getting silly!" I said.

We were both laughing now as she fell into my arms. Her smile was radiant and we suddenly kissed. It felt so, so, well...incredible.

"Wait a minute...um...I think this is getting a little too wild." I said.

"I don't think so...I like it." She said with a sweet smile. "I like you."

"Uh, I like you too...it's all just a little bit much right now."

Kate began to hold me closer to her.

"Don't be nervous Jim....you're fine" she said as she kissed me again "Very fine..."

I slowly kissed her back.

Kate smiled at me with a confidence I wished I had more of at this moment.

"Who taught you how to kiss?" she said softly

"Uh...self-taught, I guess."

Kate felt so nice.

"You taught yourself well." She said with that classic smile of hers.

I smiled now, feeling good that such a pretty lady was giving me these kind words.

Kate's hands began to slowly trace over my body, she seemed to be very turned on.

"You feel so...nice." She said softly.

"You do too."

"Jim...would you take your shirt off." she said.

"Are you...sure?" I felt so dumb asking that.

"Yes...I'm very sure." She said looking up at me with a reassuring smile.

I stepped back slightly and pulled my shirt over my head. As it passed over my head, I could see Kate was removing hers. She was topless underneath. Kate had small breasts, but they looked very enticing nonetheless. Especially when she hugged me and I felt her nipples, and her small gasp as they touched my chest skin.

"Oh Jim...you feel so nice." She repeated.

She looked up at me and we kissed again.

Hesitatingly, I reached up and touched her tits, they seemed more sensitive than I imagined and her breathing grew more rapid. Her breaths seemed to do all the talking for her. And her body began to curve in different directions the more I caressed it.

"Oh my...you know what you're doing!" she said with a giggle as she calmed down slightly.

"I guess so." I said sheepishly.

Kate kissed me again and while looking at me, stepped back, unsnapped her denim shorts, and slowly drew the zipper down. She shimmied her slim body and they fell to the floor revealing simple, but very short, white cotton panties.

"How about you do the same?" she said with a smile.

"Don't know if I can shimmy like you..." I said as my khakis unsnapped "but I'll try."

I did the same move she did, and they fell to the floor, as Kate giggled.

"Wow, Jimmy can shimmy!" she giggled as she came back and held me.

My dick was growing as she held me.

"And Jimmy has something else too, doesn't he?" she said.

I couldn't respond, I felt her hand rubbing the front of my underwear, and my dick aching to burst out. I think Kate knew that too, and was getting equally excited. Kate slowly reached inside and her soft hand now held my dick and eased it out into the open.

"Mmmmm....pretty." she said looking down at it. "You can touch me too, you know."

"Yes...I-I-I know..." I finally said.

I reached down to the front of her panties and they felt very warm, I gingerly reached inside and could feel nothing but bare skin, then much wetness. She was very wet.

"Let me slip these off." She said as she pulled my underwear down then slipped her panties off, and we were totally naked.

Kate and I looked at one another, her body was so slim and sexy, her blonde hair and totally bare pussy only highlighted the sexiness I saw,. 

"Not bad, huh?" she said while striking a pose.

"No, not at all." I said with a smile of my own.

"That's not bad, either." She said looking at my hard dick, now fully erect.

Kate began to hold it in her hands and let it slide through her fingers.

"So nice..." she said softly. "So very nice."

Kate kneeled down and my dick disappeared into her mouth. I looked up and suddenly saw a large mirror on a wall, reflecting me with a beautiful blonde on her knees completely enveloping my dick.

"Wow..." I heard myself say.

"That good?" she said as she came off my dick.

"No, well yes, but the, um..." I said gesturing with my finger.

"Oh, that!" she laughed as she turned and saw herself "Nice, huh? I always wanted to be a porn star!"

We both laughed now.

Kate stood up and took my hand.

"Let's go out on the deck." She said

Kate led me out to the deck where the sound of the ocean waves proved very relaxing. Kate leaned against a railing and the wind was blowing through her hair. Even in the darkness of evening, it looked so beautiful. She had such a cute ass, too! I couldn't help but touch it, it was smooth as silk.

"Oh, that's nice!" she said.

Kate turned around and we kissed again.

It was my turn.

I kneeled down and she impulsively spread her legs, running both hands through her pussy.

"Oh Jim...yes..." she moaned.

Kate Hudson's pussy tasted so nice, it was completely bare, and totally wet. My tongue was quickly inside her, licking all around her. In the darkness I wasn't sure if I'd found it, but her clit must've been in overdrive thanks to my tongue. Kate was different in that she wasn't moaning or screaming like other girls, she just sounded very soft and sexy as she breathed in rapidly escalating tones. Finally I felt her hips jerk forward and a sexy "Uhhhhyeahhh!" come from her voice, then her breathing returned to (somewhat) normal. I slowly stood up now.

"Wow, baby...wow..." she said with a smile. Then she looked at my still hard dick.

"Gotta give that thing some attention." She said as she lay on a bench built along the sides of the railing, spreading her legs.

"I want you, honey..." she said with a sexiness only she knew.

I smiled too.

I lay on top of her and my dick slid into her, she was so horny now. And oh, did she feel nice! I couldn't believe how hot she was as I started to fuck her. The sound of the ocean only made things hotter, unconsciously I was fucking her in time with the waves. And she was loving it.

"Oh yeah baby...oh yes...fuck me...oh yes..." she said between quick breaths.

I started to go faster now and even thought she sounded the same, it made me feel good. I leaned down and we kissed deeply. My head then went towards her ear and I found myself whispering in it.

"Oh my god Kate...baby...oh yes..."

She turned to my left ear.

"So good...you're so nice Jim...I love this...keep doing it...keep fucking me..."

Wow was she hot!

And I knew I would explode any minute, any second.

"Kate...gonna cum...Kate....oh my goddddd!" 

I exploded into her pussy.

Kate responded with a series of child-like "oh's" as she felt my climax.

I slowly raised my head and she was smiling that "Kate smile" at me.

"That was wonderful!" she said.

"I wish it...could've been longer." I said.

She kissed me softly.

"Honey, it was wonderful...I feel so good now."

I gingerly got up from the bench, wishing there was a bed that I could collapse in at this moment. I think Kate felt the same way.

"Maybe we should get back to John's" she finally said.

"Yes, um, my car is there." I replied.

We went back inside and dressed quickly and started back to John's house. Kate turned back and looked at the empty house.

"Thanks for the memories, house!" she shouted with laughter.

It was much later than we expected and all the guests had left John's place. Even the valet parking crew was gone and my SLK was the only car left. Kate and I could only laugh at how this night had gone. 

"See you on the set, Jim." She said as she kissed me good night.

"Um, don't you need a ride home?" I asked.

"I am home." She said as she pointed to the house where the party had been held.

"Huh?" I said.

Her smile explained it all.

"You're a clever one, Miss Kate!" I now said.

"Bye, babe," she said with that famous smile as she walked back into her house.

I drove away into the night, smiling just as widely as she did. 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 39



After quite awhile working together, Chris and I had gradually begun separating. Not in the sense of marriage, but in the jobs we took. Chris had a better head for business than I did and he started to stay behind to handle more and more of the financial decisions. It was his company after all, which meant I was going out on more of the actual jobs than he did. We'd still team up on the Tigress projects and anything out of state. That was fine with me. I began to feel like he was my agent and the next assignment was my next film role.

Marty O'Brien was still our "connection" as well and he had a new one for us. He had just snared a new client for the music side of her career.

"And who's the lucky contestant?" I asked when he called to tell us.

"Oh, some young hottie named Vanessa Hudgens." He said casually.

"The girl from 'High School Madness'?" I said.

"Very funny...and it's High School Musical, my friend." He replied "Look, just be up at her place tomorrow, she's doing an interview for Entertainment Weekly and her manager wants some good photos. Apparently they know you and requested you guys."

"OK, what's the address?"

"1000 Bravo Drive, be there at 3 tomorrow." He said before hanging up.

Why did that address sound familiar? I remember Paris' place was up there, Rihanna had her rented house there, probably just a coincidence. And neither was in town as far as I knew. I doubt Paris still had that house we had our first tryst at.

It was one of those classic hot Southern California days as I drove the winding streets up to her place. When I finally found the address, I still had this sense of déjà vu` when I pulled up. There was a white Mercedes convertible and a green Mini Cooper. 

"Wait a minute..." I thought

"Hello, luv!" I heard a Scottish woman's voice say.

I had to rub my eyes, it was Gail, Laura Croft's manager. I remembered how I'd been sent up to her place by Laura ostensibly to discuss some new projects. We discussed those projects by her pool. Then in her pool, her shower, and in her bedroom. And the following morning, Laura joined our "discussion". And now I was back again where it all started. 

"Oh, you look so good!" Gail said as she hugged me "just as hot as ever!" she said in that great accent.

"Uh, yes I thought I recognized the address." I said, still trying to see what was in store.

"Well, you just get yourself inside, luv, everything's all set. Vanessa is just getting ready." She said.

"Uh-okay." I said as she led me inside.

Gail still had the same curves I remembered. And she obviously remembered me when I got an affectionate pat on my ass, which made me jump slightly as she showed a mischievous smile.

I didn't remember all that much about the interior of the house, but the pool area was exactly the same as I remembered it. There was a large expanse of perfectly manicured green lawn surrounding the pool, along with a small cabana house whose white curtains were fluttering slightly in the breeze, revealing a pair of lounge chairs. The stone work around the pool was a brilliant white, making the pool water a shimmering shade of blue. 

It turned out the reporter from Entertainment Weekly had met me on the Triple Threat Tour when it stopped in New York, so we spent a few minutes catching up before Vanessa arrived.

"Hi! I'm Vanessa!" she said with a bubbly voice and smile as she trotted out to the pool area. She looked fabulous in a bright red Hollister clothing co. t-shirt and yellow shorts, her black hair looked incredible against her light brown skin. After some introductions by Gail, she sat down and immediately started discussing her new film with the "EW" reporter. I snapped photos as she chatted. She never seemed to stop smiling and giggling throughout. Her eyes seemed to follow me around as I snapped photos. Gail beckoned me over with her finger and we went inside her house.

"So good to see you again, Jim." She said

"Well, like I said I thought the address sounded familiar and..."

Gail's hand went to my crotch and I could feel her tits pressing against me, the nipples clearly felt erect.

"So good, Jim...soooo good." She said with that now ultra-sexy accent.

"Whoa, Gail...I've gotta a job to do here, you know." I said half seriously as she began to kiss me. Her hand was gently rubbing my pants and I could feel myself getting excited at her touch, very excited.

"You know, um, Vanessa's out there and..." I said, hoping Vanessa didn't notice us.

"Yes...I know..." Gail said as we continued to kiss. "And she won't mind..."

"She won't?"

"Of course, she's a grownup."

"Wait a minute..." I started to say as her cellphone rang.

In a way I was glad I was "saved by the bell". I picked up another camera and caught Gail smiling at me as she chatted on the phone. I went back out and snapped a few more shots of Vanessa. 

"OK, I guess that'll do it for today. We'll chat some more tomorrow night?" the reporter asked.

"Great! It was so nice meeting you." Vanessa replied as they parted.

As I was gathering up my gear, I could hear Vanessa behind me.

"So what's your story? How'd you get into photography?"

"Oh, well, buddy of mine has a business out here and he convinced me to move here." I replied

"I saw you and Gail over there, you two seem to know each other."

"Um, yes, uh we have a mutual friend." I said hesitantly.

"Laura Croft?" Vanessa said with a smile.

It took all I had not to drop the $2,000 digital camera I had in my hands at that moment. 

"I met her last week. She's another of Gail's clients. She's the one who recommended your company."

"Oh yes...she's a g-g-great girl. I mean lady, I mean..." I tried to explain.

Vanessa laughed at my hesitation.

"Yes, she's really nice." She looked at her watch "Oh! I gotta get ready for tonight, it was great meeting you Jim." She said as she went back inside. Gail soon returned.

"So what do you think of her?" she asked.

"Oh, she's a beauty. Zac's a lucky guy." I said.

"So am I." Gail said with a smile. "if I didn't have to go with her we'd have some fun here wouldn't we?"

"Uh, yes we would." I said as we kissed again "Yes we would."

"Well, I'll call you soon, luv." She replied.

I quickly gathered up my gear and headed home. In a way, I was kind of glad to get out of there. It just seemed to be getting too weird, what with this nubile young starlet casually bringing up the name of a Playboy girl I'd had some wild times with, (and seemingly knowing all that went down between us) and her older mature, manager looking to pick up where we left off before. It was time for "Hollywood Jim" to get outta Dodge as quickly as he could.

The interview ran as a cover story in Entertainment Weekly and our names had a prominent mention in the photo credits, was this really happening to us? 

Soon after the story ran, I got a text message on my cell inviting me back to 1000 Bravo. I smiled a little, knowing what was in store. At least this time I knew what to expect from Gorgeous Gail from Glasgow. So I headed back up to Gail's place. The sun was definitely out that afternoon.

But as I pulled up I noticed that both of Gail's cars were gone and in their place was a white Porsche Cayenne. Odd, I thought.

The door was slightly open and I slowly walked in, but nobody seemed to be home. I had seen the side door to the pool area was open and I immediately walked over there, something told me this was the better way.

The door creaked open and I looked inside, the pool area was just as before but it was much quieter. I could see someone reading a magazine on a lounge chair but it didn't seem to be Gail.

"Hello?" I said hesitantly.

The magazine dropped and I could see it was actually Vanessa. 

"Hey there!" she said with the same bouncy voice as before 

She had on large dark sunglasses and was wearing a black and white striped bikini with gold trim. It accented her figure and dark skin and hair, the effect was stunning. As she took off the glasses, I could see her gorgeous eyes.

"Hi, um, where's Gail? I thought I'd be seeing her here."

"Oh, she's gone to Vegas for the weekend with Laura. And my house is being renovated so I've been here all week."

"Ah, I see." I said.

"Have a seat, want a drink?" she said directing me to a lounge chair next to her

Vanessa poured 2 iced teas.

"Um, Cheers to you Miss Vanessa." I sheepishly said as our glasses "clinked" together.

I wasn't sure what I'd said, but she smiled even more now, like she was very charmed by me.

"So Jim, what exactly did you and Gail do here?" she asked.

I almost spit my drink out. She laughed, knowing she'd gotten the reaction from me she hoped for.

"Um, what are you talking about?" I was stunned.

"Well, I saw how she looked at you, and as soon as she mentioned you there was this, I don't know, 'look' she got."

She put down her glass and leaned in.

"Come on, tell me." She said, like she knew she was getting a juicy piece of gossip.

"Um, well, uh, not much." I said, trying to save myself.

"You lie!" she said with a giggle.

"I don't know what to say!" I said in my defense, laughing somewhat.

"OK, tell you what" she said with a sly tone "I'll tell you a secret if you tell me one."

What was I supposed to say?

"Um, okay, deal."

"Okay...." she began, leaning in and looking like she was getting up her nerve, then looking to either side "I saw Laura naked in the shower." 

"Shocking." I said, deadpan.

"And I was with her" She continued.

"Oh, my..." I replied.

"And with Zac." She said, referring to her boyfriend Zac Efron.

"Whoa!" I blurted out. If this was Chris telling me I'd have sounded like this but this was very different.

Vanessa giggled uncontrollably now. I was laughing too for some reason.

"OK you're turn!" she said.

For a moment I wasn't sure if I had anything to compare with her story. Well, of course I did, but in this situation I was drawing a bit of blank. 

"Uh, well...um...I had some...uh, fun times with Laura too." I somehow said.

"In Vegas, right?" 

How does she know all this?

"Uh...yes." I croaked out.

"So what did you do?" she asked me, leaning in and smiling.

"We had some fun." I said, not sure how much I should be saying and then finally in an exasperated tone "How is it you know all about this?" 

"She told me." She replied.

"Uh-huh, okay." 

"She told me something else."

"Gee, can't imagine what THAT could be." I said with a touch of sarcasm.

"Well, she said you were, um..." she leaned in closer to me "quite nice in bed."

OK, now things were getting too weird! First I find out that Gail is Vanessa's manager, then my fling with Laura Croft is recounted to me by this Disney starlet, who seems to know a LOT more than I could've imagined. Before I could take control of the situation, Vanessa had leaned in and softly kissed my cheek.

I looked at her with a bit of apprehension, unsure if this was right, let alone legal.

"Uh, Vanessa...I'm not...sure if this is, uh, right." I said trying to be kind.

"Yes it is...it's alright." She replied.

"But, um, you're not..." I said

"...Old enough? I'm 22." She said "Disney cut a few years off my age, but don't tell anybody."

"Yes, but I'm not sure if this is right." I said.

"It's very right..." she said as she softly kissed my lips.

I couldn't help but kiss her back, making her blush.

"You kiss nice." She said with a bashful smile.

"Um, thank you." I replied, still unsure of all that was happening.

Vanessa leaned in and kissed me again, I felt her tongue meet mine.

She pulled back and slowly licked her lips while looking at me. It was very sexy, of course. Then she took my hand and leaned back against the lounge chair until it touched her bikini bottom. I was touching Vanessa's pussy through her bikini, it felt very warm.

"You've got me wet, Jim...wet and horny...what should I do about that?" she said with a growing sense of urgency.

I was totally speechless as I felt her, my hand now rubbing her bikini bottom. It seemed to get warmer the more I touched her. Vanessa now took her hand up to her breast and began to softly touch it. She looked at me with a sultry look that just screamed sex. I now leaned in and kissed her. She had pulled one side of her bikini top away and her breast was now exposed. She had beautiful B size tits. I began to caress her breast and she reacted.

"Ohhhh....mmmmm..." it was a sound of pleasure, no doubt.

My fingers now worked her nipple as it quickly grew in size.

"Oh baby..." she moaned

Vanessa's hands began to move towards my shirt.

"Take your shirt off baby..." she said softly

I reached down and began to slide it up and off, when it was off, Vanessa had untied her bikini top and was now topless in front of me. She looked like a bronze goddess.

"Wow...you look...I can't say it." I stammered

"Wait 'til you see the rest of me." She replied.

With my shirt now off, and before I could react otherwise, Vanessa was on the edge of the lounge chair and her hand was on my cargo shorts' zipper. I looked around quickly, still self-conscious even though the house was surrounded by thick greenery and high walls. Before I knew it, my zipper was down and my dick was out.

"Oh, it's so nice! Oh this is gonna be fun!" she said excitedly as her lips touched the head. Her tongue came out just a little and began to circle around the head of my dick. Her hand was encircling my dick, but it didn't go fully around it. Either her hands were very small or...

"You're very big Jim." She said looking up at me "bigger than Zac."

"Th-th-thank you." I said as her mouth swallowed my dick. Her tongue swirled all around it and her cheeks swelled as I filled her. She now bobbed her head slowly up and down my dick and her lips made it super-slick. She even spit a little on the head and swirled that around with her tongue. Vanessa stood up and we kissed again.

"I wanna be naked now, Jim." She said placing my hand on her bikini string.

I gave it a gentle tug and it loosened fully, I did the same on the other side and Vanessa Hudgens, the squeaky clean star of "High School Musical" was naked before me.

"Oh, that feels so nice...I like to be naked like this." She said with a smile.

I gingerly moved my hand down to her crotch and felt nothing but smooth skin. She was totally bare, and now very wet. My middle finger easily slipped inside her and she inhaled deeply and then let out a long, slow "Oh" as I explored her and kissed her lips. Her head now gently rested on my shoulder as she was fingered by me. She slowly pulled away and sat back on the lounge chair and her legs slowly opened, revealing her full womanhood to me. Her pussy seemed small and her lips a bright shade of shiny pink. I knelt down and kissed the inside of her thighs and worked up to her sweet pussy. My tongue easily penetrated her and the sun plus her sex made for an intoxicating combo. I eagerly licked that sweet pussy as she moaned in increasingly loud tones and swirled her hands on my head, urging me on.

"Yes...oh god...oh god...oh...oh...oh godddd." She cried.

I felt her climax, it was just as sweet as the rest of her. And I could tell her hips had thrust upward.

I looked up and her eyes were softly closed, as if she were dreaming, a smile on her face. Her eyes opened now.

"Wow, you're really something, Jim."

I slowly stood up and my dick was pointing straight at her pussy.

Vanessa looked at it with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

"I'll be gentle." I said as I realized what she wanted to say, but couldn't.

"Just do it." She said.

My dick seemed to overwhelm her pussy as the head penetrated her. Vanessa screamed as I pushed inside her.

"Oh god! It's too big!" she cried "Take it out! No, don't take it out! Just do it Jim! Fuck me!" 

I kept pushing inside her tight pussy until I was completely inside her, she now relaxed as her body adjusted to me. Not to brag, but this has never happened to me, I'm usually the one wishing I was bigger than I was. But Vanessa felt so hot and I now began to slowly fuck her, whatever discomfort she felt was gone now and she got into this guy, this geeky guy from back east. Her arms were wrapped around me and I felt her fingers dig into my back. She wasn't a "talker" like other girls, her moans and heavy breathing more than made up for it as I fucked her harder and held her closer. As I slowed down, her eyes opened and she smiled.

"Let me ride you, Jim."

I slowly pulled out of her pussy and stood up. Might seem strange but Vanessa's pussy lips seemed to have expanded thanks to my dick. We changed places and she swung her dark legs over me and slowly worked my dick back into her pussy as she crouched down ever so sexy. She bit her lip as I entered her again, this time more easily.

"Oh yes! Oh this is niiiiice!" she said with glee.

Vanessa looked even hotter now and she rocked back and forth on my dick, then up and down, her tits gently bouncing. She leaned back and giggled as she got fucked by me. Then straightened up and cupped her tits, caressing her nipples. She knew I was turned on by this.

"Like that baby, huh?" she now said "Like how I play with my boobs?"

I could only nod my head.

"Oh yes...yes I do." I finally said.

I felt so good at this moment.

"Oh I feel you getting bigger!" she laughed "You gonna cum soon?"

"Yes...gonna cum...gonna cum." I quickly said

Vanessa quickly climbed off and started to suck my dick as she jerked me keeping her mouth open and her tongue out.

"Come on...cum for me baby!" she said over and over.

I suddenly exploded onto her mouth and tongue as she gasped. Then took my dick back into her mouth and swallowed whatever was left of me.

I was exhausted by this beauty.

She reached for a towel and cleaned off her face, then took a long drink of her iced tea.

"Wow...Laura was right about you." She said as she lay beside me and softly touched my chest.

"She was?"

"Uh-huh. She said you were a sweet guy and a wonderful lover. How was I?"

"Unreal."

Vanessa giggled in response, it was the same sweet laugh millions had seen, and now I was seeing. 

But in a much different context.

"I can't wait to tell her." She said with a quick kiss for emphasis.

We lay in the sun for a bit, then she reached over for her watch.

"Mmmm...I feel like celebrating." She said now.

"Celebrating?"

"Sure, nothing big, let's go to McDonald's."

"Okay. I'll buy."

"Cool, I could really go for a big Mac. I've already had something else big." She said with a laugh and a sly smile.

I smiled too as I watched her walk naked into the house, her cute ass only turning me on further.

I lay back in the hot sun.

"The adventure continues..." I said to myself.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 40



"The Days of Rage" had been a long-gestating film project in tinsel town. The spy thriller had gone through numerous writers, directors and actresses. It was originally envisioned as a project for Angelina Jolie, but she'd dropped out, saying she was tired of playing the gun-toting chick in film after film. Then Penelope Cruz signed on, and then dropped out. Somebody at the studio must've realized that putting a Spanish girl in a film set in London about American spy activity just didn't work. Kate Hudson now seemed a perfect fit for the film. And she'd expressed her excitement when we met at John McDonald's house not long ago. But now she dropped out after accepting a chance to work with her mom in a different film. 

Now word came from Hollywood Pictures that "Days" was back on schedule. John McDonald would still be directing, but the new star would be Jennifer Aniston. When I heard that, I thought "interesting choice". Filming would be in London, and it had been quite awhile since we'd been there. And we'd be there for 2 months of principal photography, not a bad gig. It had been quite awhile since I'd seen Jennifer, but I doubted she'd recognize me anyway. Chris would be with me for this gig for a change, we were both suckers for big trips like this. London had been very good for both of us and we hoped that magic would be there again. 

In "The Days of Rage", Jennifer played an American lawyer sent to London to settle the estate of her estranged father, a former Military intelligence officer who has made her the sole heir to his estate. When his death is ruled a murder, she starts her own investigation, which leads her down several dark alleys of danger. It sounded pretty average as far as spy thrillers go (I was a Bond man, myself) but hey, London is London. 

We arrived in London amidst a steady drizzle. A normal director would've cursed the elements, but John was ecstatic. He was hoping that he'd have a murky atmosphere to match the story and he was getting it. I only wished I could've brought a better raincoat than what I had, which was nothing. The first few days would be exterior shots mostly designed for atmosphere, and Jennifer wasn't due to arrive for her scenes for another day or two as she was shooting a guest spot on "30 Rock" back in the states.

We spent the better part of two days filming exterior scenes with other actors outside of different London landmarks. The sound would be looped in later. Chris and I got some good "behind the scenes" shots amidst this. Remembering how John had chewed him out on "Dreamer", he kept his distance from John and his cameras out of sight.

Finally we got word that Jennifer had arrived and we'd be shooting her scenes the next day. Jennifer had a cute assistant named Beth working with her whom she'd known since she filmed episodes of "Friends" there and she was a lowly "gofer" for the production company. Beth was a London girl and got on the studios good side by offering to share her London flat with Jen, thus saving them money on hotels. And she got on my good side when we met. She was a perky blonde I could tell had great legs, even when clad in denim jeans and a wool pea coat.

We were gathering our gear for the day's shoot when we saw her.

"Morning!" she said with a perky tone "I'm Beth, Jennifer's assistant. You must be the photographers?"

"Yes, how ya doin' love?" Chris said in his fast talking style "I'm Chris, that's Jim, East Coast Image, that's us."

(Always the consummate salesman, he could've sold used cars this way too)

"Pleasure, Jennifer's eager to see your work. She heard about your work on other films." She replied.

"Well, we do our best, right Hollywood?" he said turning to me.

(Uh-oh, there's that name again)

"Oh, yes! Absolutely" I quickly replied.

"Wonderful, I'll tell Jen you're here." She said as she walked away, then turned around.

"Did he call you Hollywood?" she said looking confused.

Chris looked at me with a smirk.

"Uh, yes, it's a long story" I said trying to wave off any further questioning.

"I'd love to hear it." Beth said as she walked away.

Once she was out of sight, Chris turned to me.

"I'd love to hear it...did he call you Hollywood?" He said mocking Beth's voice

"Aw, knock it off, man."

"You never seem to embrace that name do you? Face it man, you're a star."

"Well, if we're stars, how come we're dashing after the crew van that's leaving without us." I said as we dashed off to get seats on the van going to the shooting location.

This days' shooting would take place at a country estate called Quarterdeck that was owned by a former British Navy Admiral. It looked very classy, and perfect for the home of a naval officer Jennifer was meeting in the film. As the cameras rolled, Jennifer made her entrance driving her character's classic green Jaguar XKE. There were small clusters of fans looking to catch a glimpse of the "Friends" star. Chris went to meet with one of the crane operators about some overhead shots and I headed for the coffee trucks. I heard Beth's voice and someone else's.

"Oh! Jim, glad I found you I wanted to introduce you to Jennifer..."

"Hi, I'm Jen...Wait a minute! I remember you!" she said with a finger slightly pointed for emphasis.

"Yes, I think we met in New York." I replied to her.

Jennifer looked great in her character's stone gray trench coat that was belted tightly at the waist. Black slacks were seen below. 

"Yes, Mr. Hot shot!" She said with a big smile.

Beth looked at her with a quizzical expression.

"So what're you doing out here? Working?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, can't turn down a great chance like this."

Jennifer was called away by a production assistant to meet with John. 

"Hey, we gotta catch up soon!" she said as she walked away.

"So you've met before?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, we did the photos for Rhianna's tour and I got her tickets." I said, trying not to brag.

"Give her anything else?" Beth now asked.

"Huh?" I was confused.

"Oh, just a thought. See you later Mr. Hollywood." And she walked away.

Oh brother, what's happening here?

Once we wrapped, we were all exhausted as we dragged ourselves to the crew van. Chris had disappeared with some studio honchos and I was stuck carrying the bulk of our gear and hoping I could get a decent seat with enough space for me as well. Then I heard Beth's voice calling to me.

"Jim! Jim! Come ride with me!" she said as she dashed up to me.

"Oh, uh, that's OK. The van will be fine." I said

"Aw, come on Jim, go with her!" I heard one of the crew guys say, noticing how much better Beth would be as a traveling companion.

"Guess that settles it. Lead on, Beth." I said.

Beth's car was a sleek, black Range Rover.

"Wow, nice wheels!" I said as I loaded my bags into the back.

"Hey, hot shot." I heard as I slid into the back seat.

Jennifer was riding up front with Beth.

"Oh my, um, great to see you again." I said, feeling pretty dumb.

"We didn't get to talk all day. It's been a long time." Jennifer said with a big smile as we headed onto the highway towards London.

Jennifer eagerly listened as I told her about the Triple Threat Tour, but I could tell she was thinking about the fun we'd had in her hotel room. Her eyes told the real story.

"Hey, you wanna hit a pub, Jen?" Beth said.

"Oh! Great idea! What's a good one, Beth?" she said excitedly.

"There's one that's like a block away from my flat."

"Perfect, we can have a few pints." She said with a cockney accent that made Beth laugh. "And if we got loaded we don't have far to stumble, do we mate?"

Rosie Ryan's was a great pub in town that Beth knew well. It was suitably dim in just the right areas and light in others. The owners' knew Beth's client and quietly shuttled us to a private part of the bar where we wouldn't be disturbed by fans. But Jen was eager to mix with the locals for a bit. We talked and drank several pints of Guinness. It had been a long time since I'd had British beer and it really hit me fast. Beth seemed to be an expert and Jen was no slouch either. Soon I was getting a little unsteady in my movements. Beth and Jen were giggling like schoolgirls at my condition. I was chuckling too.

"I think someone's a little tipsy." Beth said with a smile.

"Hey, easier to take advantage of." Jen said with a smirk, making us laugh all the more.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, take advantage of the American." I said.

We'd all lost track of how many beers we'd had, it was well after 10PM, possibly even later (I couldn't remember if I'd set my watch for London time or LA time).

"OK, mates...let's head home." Beth said.

Beth, Jennifer and I stumbled out of the pub. The night air was cool and even with the evening traffic, relatively quiet. I think Jen was happy that there were no photographers tracking her. Jen was sticking close to me, almost hanging onto me so she wouldn't totally stumble on the winding sidewalks. I was doing the same. 

Beth's flat was indeed close to the pub, just as she'd said.

We stumbled inside the cozy flat. Beth and Jen went upstairs and changed into sweatpants. Beth poured glasses of brandy and the drinks flowed again, along with the laughs and flirtation from all. Jennifer was sitting close to me and I felt her hand on my leg. Her head was soon resting on my shoulder as Beth had turned on the TV and clicked through the channels. Her hair smelled so beautiful. Soon, Jennifer was asleep on my shoulder, I was fading fast too. I looked over at Beth and her eyes were closed too. I wondered if I should try to make a quiet exit. I saw Beth awaken.

"Oh my...must've dozed off there." She said rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, I think all that beer's hitting me." I said.

"I've got a spare room upstairs, you can spend the night if you'd like."

"Oh, no...um maybe I should see about a cab."

"You'll never get one this late, plus you're pretty far away too."

"Uh, OK I'll stay." I said.

"Great, come on."

I carefully moved Jennifer onto a more comfortable spot on the couch, pulled a quilt over her and followed Beth upstairs. Her spare room was small with a foldout couch. Once we were setup, Beth went to her room and I was quickly asleep. I was awakened by some movement in the dark room. Then a soft voice;

"Jim? Hey baby..." 

I slowly turned over.

"Jennifer?"

"Hi..." she said.

"What're you doing?"

Jennifer slowly climbed into bed with me

"I wanted to see you...I missed you, it's been a long time." She said as she came in close to me and we kissed. She had a heavenly scent about her, even in the darkness. I could feel her fingers on my cheek as she kissed me again.

"Hi, hot shot." She said with a soft voice that must've been accompanied by a smile.

"Hi back." I replied.

My hands were under the covers and I slowly caressed her shoulders and as they drifted down her back, I realized something.

"You seem to be, um..." I started to say.

"Topless? Of course..." she replied "Something else too..."

I felt her take my hand and it felt more bare skin further down. She was naked, alright.

"Like what you feel?" she said

"Yes, I do. Maybe...I should be the same."

"Oh, yes...please do."

I quickly got my t-shirt off and underwear off and we were soon touching each other's naked bodies and kissing. Jennifer felt just as soft as I'd remembered and her little sounds of passion were so hot. Her hand went down to my quickly growing dick and she began to slowly caress it.

"Oh my god...I missed this so much." She whispered.

"I missed you too..." I replied.

My hands went for her tits and her cute little nipples, making them erect the more I touched them. Jennifer's breathing was getting even more pronounced. I knew she was feeling my touch throughout her body.

"Oh baby...uh-huh...yes..." she said with a passionate whisper in my ear.

She gently pulled me over so I was on top of her.

"Please...I've missed you...missed how you feel..." she said. "Don't worry about anything...just do it...just do it baby..."

I knew just what she meant.

My dick slid into her pussy, I forgot how good she felt too.

I heard Jennifer gasp, but I could tell, even in the darkened room, she was smiling widely at me.

And I began to fuck Jennifer Aniston, loving the warm feeling of my dick in her sweet pussy and how it gripped me in return. I was groaning somewhat at the feel of this lady, and she loved ever second of it.

"Oh Jim...ooooooyes baby...uh-huh...oh yeah...oh!" she said with another little gasp "Mmmm keep doing that Jim...keep doing that."

"Oh yeah Jen...so hot..." I was now saying.

I stopped fucking her and let my hard dick sit inside her as I kissed her deeply, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

"Hey let's try something..." she said.

Jennifer began to sit up, I leaned back and she had me wrap my legs around her and she did the same to me, I don't know what position this would be, it's been a long time since I read (no, make that never read) the Kama sutra. But she knew what she was doing. And it was very hot. Must be all the yoga she did.

We were now facing one another. The only light streaming in was from the streetlamps outside but I could still see her beautiful tits. In this position I could wrap my arms around her better and pull her close. 

All the better to fuck her with!

I got a good rhythm going with her now and she had tilted her head back. Her sexy breaths had now become loud moans that only got louder as our fucking increased.

"Oh god Jim! Oh baby....uh-huh! Oh GODDDD...I'm coming!!!" she cried out as she gripped me closer than ever to her. Her gasping breaths were so sexy. They came out of her quickly, then slowly faded out. I hadn't cum yet but wasn't rushing things with her, she was enjoying every minute with me.

We kissed some more, our tongues mixing with one another. 

"I wonder if Beth heard us?" Jen whispered.

We both giggled silently.

"Your turn baby..." she now said as she removed herself from my dick.

"Lay back." She said.

My dick was still super hard and now slick with her pussy juices. Jennifer lay beside me and held my dick. 

"Mmmm...nice." She whispered as she moved down and slowly took me into her mouth. Her lips encircled the head and I felt her tongue dance along the tip. Then she slid all the way down its length.

"Oh you taste so good, Jim." She said

She continued to slowly bob up and down the length, jerking me with her hand too, for added effect. Even in the darkness, it looked so sexy, and felt even better. She came off it and held it softly as she let it trace the outline of her mouth.

"Like that baby?" she said

I could only nod in response, then croak out a weak-sounding "yes".

I could see her smile a little.

"I heard that...you're such a sweetheart, baby."

Jennifer slid my dick back into her mouth and I really felt her lips and tongue now. And I could hold back no longer.

"Jennifer...UHYEAHHH!" I said as I exploded into her mouth.

She swallowed every bit of me, and continued to jerk what was left out of me. Then I felt her slowly crawl up the bed so we were lying close together. 

"Pretty good, hot shot." She said before kissing me on my cheek.

We pulled the bedcovers up over us and went to sleep.

I turned slightly and looked at my silver Timex watch, it read 8:15AM. We were lucky to have a day off as John planned to spend the day reviewing dailies and planning the interior shots we'd be doing at another studio in London. Jennifer had wrapped her naked body around me as we'd slept, and she still had the same heavenly scent about her. I could hear water running in the bathroom next door. "Good," I thought. I carefully got up from the bed and looked around for my shirt and underwear, hoping I could find some coffee downstairs and maybe make a few phone calls. I heard Jennifer breathe in and slowly awaken.

"Mmmm...hey baby." She said sleepily.

"Hi, I'm gonna see if Beth's got any coffee." 

She looked at me and smiled

"OK, I'll be down later." She whispered.

I gave Jennifer a soft kiss on her forehead as she turned over and went back to sleep. I had just my underwear and blue t-shirt from last night on as I went downstairs, then suddenly heard sounds in the kitchen. Uh-oh, not good, but I don't have much choice now, hope whomever's there has an open mind, I thought. Just hope it's not somebody's mother. Or father for that matter!

A petite blonde was at the stove and was wearing an oversized gray t-shirt that barely covered her ass. 

"Hi, um...morning." I said, somewhat confused at who this person was. 

"Mornin' luv." She said with a smile as she turned around. 

The front of her shirt had the faded logo of the Manchester United soccer team and definitely showed there was a nice set of tits underneath.

"Dream on, Jim" I thought to myself.

"Sleep good?" she asked

"Uh, yes...um, who are you?" I replied

"Oh, I'm Sophie, Beth's sister." She said as she extended her hand. "Beth lets me sleep here when I have business in town. Better than having to drive all the way home and all. You must be Jim, Beth said you were here with Jennifer."

"Yes, hi...where's Beth, in the shower?"

"Uh-huh." She replied.

Sophie was just as blonde and just as cute as Beth. I was hoping I didn't get an instant hard-on just by seeing her like this, especially since I didn't know who she was until a few seconds ago. Now, I was intrigued.

"So is Jen still asleep?" she asked

"Yes, she...wait a minute, why ask me?" I was a little confused.

"Well, she's not on the couch, and her room is empty... so, I think I know where she slept." she said nonchalantly.

I wasn't sure what to say at this moment.

"Oh come on, I know where she slept...and I think she's sleeping good too." She said with a sly smile now.

"Uh, why do you say that?" I asked.

Then it hit me how she might've known.

"Well...the walls here aren't all that thick...and I'm not a very sound sleeper sometimes." She started to say.

Then she leaned back on her elbows against the kitchen counter and the way her shirt had ridden up it seemed like she had no underwear on.

"...and I heard everything you two were doing."

I was speechless now.

"Everything?" I asked 

A rather stupid, no really stupid question, now that I thought about it.

"Oh yes...I heard it all." She said smiling now. "And um...I really liked it."

We were staring at one another now. I knew what was on her mind.

I stepped over to the counter and started to make a cup for myself.

"So, did you and Jen have fun?" she asked

"Uh, yes..." I said hesitantly

"She's got a nice body doesn't she?"

"Y-yes."

"You fancy her don't you? I can tell, she said you were a great guy."

"We only met once before."

"Well, Beth and I have known her a long time and I know when she's really into a guy."

"You do, huh?"

"Uh-huh...and she knows the same about me."

"Well, that's good to know, I guess." I said while stirring my coffee.

Sophie had been standing next to me the whole time, leaning back against the counter and trying to get my attention. Her shirt had ridden up further and I tried not to look at her pussy which could be clearly seen now.

"Did you know we've shared guys before?"

"Oh...uh...really?" I said as my coffee spoon rattled.

"Got your attention didn't I?" she said with a laugh.

"Yes, you did."

"Don't be so nervous, Jim. I like you." She said in a more reassuring tone.

"We just met, how do you know how great a guy I am?" I said with a bit of sarcasm as I went over and sat down at the table and she went back to her cooking.

"So...what was Jennifer like in bed?" she casually asked without even looking at me.

Oh, boy. Here we go again.

She now looked at me with this sneaky smile.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 40



"Wow, you never give up do you?" I said.

"Of course not! I wanna know! I always wondered what guys think of her in bed, she's certainly not gonna tell me!"

I didn't know what to say next, I was really getting roped into a sexy truth or dare game with this Sophie, and she was looking to win at all costs.

"She's got nice boobs, doesn't she?" she said.

"OK, yes...yes she does." I replied, with a bit of mock aggravation thrown in.

"Better than mine?" she said.

And without hesitation, she pulled her shirt up for emphasis.

I now saw that Sophie was completely naked under her shirt, and looked great too! She had gorgeous B cup size tits, tipped with pink nipples that she tweaked for added effect. It was like she wanted me to see how turned on she must be. Needless to say I was dumbstruck at what to say now. She had a great toned belly that lead down to a totally bare pussy, she could've been a Playmate back home with no problem. And she was right in front of me.

"Well? Better than Jen's?" she now asked, breaking the silence.

I bit my lip slightly, wondering what I should say to this naked beauty.

"Yes...better than Jen's." I said

"Good...glad you like them." She said in a seductive voice as she let the shirt drop to the floor. "I can really tell you like them."

Sophie slowly came over to me and leaned over so were face to face with one another.

"Oh...how can you tell?" I asked softly.

"Because..." she said as she softly kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear "I can see your, um, thingy."

Oh shit! I was definitely getting hard thanks to her seductive ways, and she could see it, mainly because it was causing a nice tent pole effect in my underwear. Sure she was coming on to me and all, but I would've liked to have some control of my own!

"Oh, um, sorry." I now said

Great, another great thing to say at this moment!

"Why are you sorry?" she said as she touched my underwear and it grew even more visible "I like it."

She now reached inside and it popped out, causing her to smile and giggle.

"Oh my...it's beautiful...and big." She said slowly.

We kissed now, with much tongue action on her part as she caressed my dick. I couldn't help but look at those beauties dangling just slightly in front of me. I now reached out to touch them and she immediately reacted with a soft moan.

"Ohhh baby...that's soooo nice..." she purred. "Touch my pussy, Jim."

I reached down and she was very wet, my finger easily sliding down the middle and just slightly penetrating her, making her breathe in slightly.

"Oh yessss...that feels so good." She whispered as she continued to kiss me.

Sophie's hands felt so nice on my dick as she continued to caress and slowly jerk it.

"Why don't you slide those off?" she asked

I slid my underwear off and she knelt down, looking up at me as she held my dick closer to her mouth, letting it trace around her lips.

"Ohhh... this is gonna be nice, baby" she said as it slowly entered her hot mouth. Sophie's lips encircled my dick now and I felt her tongue caress its entire length inside. She kept her eyes on me and I quickly felt a rush of ecstasy as she began to bob her head up and down on it. This was too strange. But she didn't seem to mind as she got my dick slippery with her lips and tongue. She slowly came off my dick and slowly rubbed her hands up my chest to my face.

"Nice..." she whispered.

Sophie began to ease my shirt up and off of me, once it was off she straddled my lap and we kissed. My dick was rubbing, but not penetrating her pussy and her little moans showed she was getting off on the feel of being unconsciously teased by me. As we continued to kiss, my hands began to caress her tits, they felt so smooth. Sophie also had a sweet smell about her too.

"Oh my god Jim...wow." She said softly.

Just then I heard footsteps.

Beth walked in and gasped suddenly.

"Sophie! What the fuck are you doing?" she said with a gasp.

"Having a bit of fun." She said with a smile as she hugged me.

Beth quickly looked around.

"It's one thing to share guys but couldn't you do it in the bedroom?" she said in a somewhat serious tone.

"Jim doesn't seem to mind." Sophie replied as she held my face close to her beautiful chest.

Beth looked at us, then around the corner and up the stairs. Then had a look of "should I?" on her face. 

Then she untied her bathrobe.

Beth looked quite stunning. She had similar tits as her sister and her pussy was clean too, in more ways than one since she'd been the one in the shower.

"I think I should have some fun too, since I saw him first." Beth said as she now walked over to where we were and kissed her sister's cheek. Then mine and offered her equally pretty tits for me to suck on. 

"Sophie's such a naughty girl sometimes, you know." Beth said.

"You're no angel either!" Sophie replied with a giggle as she continued to rub against my hard dick.

"Let me see what he's got." Beth said

Sophie slowly rose off my lap and Beth smiled as she saw the full picture.

"Wow...Jen's a lucky girl!" she said.

"I thought so too, but he wouldn't tell me what she was like." Sophie replied.

The two sisters now looked at this desired (me?) man who sat before them.

"I guess I'll find out." Beth said with a lusty smile.

Sophie smiled with equal lust as her sister now straddled me and worked my dick inside her pussy. She let out a slow, gasping series of "oh's!" as it went inside her. Sophie watched with fascination. Beth was incredibly tight, for a moment I wondered if I really was as big as I'd heard other ladies say to me at this moment.

Nah, not me!

"Uhhhh god..." Beth finally said once her gasps had subsided.

(But then again)

Sophie was rubbing my head as Beth began to slowly rock back and forth on me. I held her waist and began to pull her back and forth as well. Beth's moans were super-sexy and her sister seemed to moaning too. I could feel her pussy gripping me tighter the more we fucked. I turned slightly and saw Sophie rubbing herself with a look of lust on her face as her sister was getting fucked.

"Oh my godddd...fuck me baby....uhyeahhh!" she cried as her head dropped back.

"Mmmmm...do her...do her...do it..." Sophie said softly as her hand caressed her pussy.

Beth's moans grew louder and more passionate.

"Baby....oh god...oh my god...gonna cum!!! OHHHFUCKKKK!!!" she cried

Then she suddenly sat up and a burst of liquid shot out of her that stunned me.

"Ohhhhhhyessssss!" she gasped "You made me squirt!" she said

Sophie gasped too, then sounded just as excited to see this.

"Wow!" she said "You OK?"

I now pulled Beth close to me and licked her pretty nipples that were super-erect, she caressed my head as I did this, then leaned back and let out a long slow moan.

"Oh my god...that's incredible" she finally said as she leaned forward again and kissed me. "I feel wonderful..." she said as she kissed me again.

Beth slowly rose up off my lap and my dick was a candy coated glaze with her climax, Sophie and Beth both looked on with excitement.

"Your turn, Sophie." Beth said slowly.

Sophie smiled as she felt my dick, slick from her sister's climax.

If Sophie was anything like her sister, I'd better have something stronger than a kitchen chair. I stood up now and we held one another loosely. Sophie kissed me and bent over the counter, her ass looked so pretty. She looked over her shoulder at me with a sly smile.

"Oh, you naughty girl." Beth said, still sounding exhausted.

I got up behind Sophie and held her hips softly.

"You okay?" I asked Sophie.

She nodded.

"She'll be fine, baby." Beth said

Sophie's ass cheeks felt so nice and my dick slid into her pussy effortlessly.

"Ohhhhhhhyesssss..." she hissed "Oh my god he feels great!"

"Do her nice Jim...the way you did me..." Beth said as she stood next to me and watched my dick go in and out of her sister.

"The way you did Jennifer...." Sophie said "Oh god...fuck!"

"Oh yeah...wow you're hot!" I finally said

Sophie's hot ass felt great to fuck. It was just as hot and tight as Beth's. 

"Feelin' good Sophie?" I asked her, knowing the answer

"Oh god yes!" she said with gusto.

"Yeah, fuck her good Jim" Beth said as she stuck close to me "fuck my sister good"

"Mmmm yeah...bend over Beth." I said

She quickly assumed the same position as Sophie and I was quickly buried in Beth now.

"I wanna make you squirt again..." I said as I fucked her

"Oh god...you will...oh god" she gasped

Sophie eagerly watched her sister getting fucked again.

"Do her Jim...make her cum!"

Beth let out another gasp and I heard a dribble of liquid hit the floor as she went limp in my arms as I pulled her close to me and we kissed.

"My turn." Sophie said

Sophie faced me now and I eased my dick into her pussy, this time I could watch her face as she smiled and gasped as we fucked. 

I didn't last long though.

All my fucking of these sisters had pushed me as far as I could go and I knew I'd be the one exploding, and fast.

"Oh god...I'm gonna cum now!" I said quickly

I pulled out of Sophie with just enough time to explode on her belly.

"Oh yeah!" she cried "Wow!"

"Oh...nice Jim...so nice..." Beth said lovingly as jerked the last bits out of me.

Not much later, Jennifer came downstairs and found us at the breakfast table. The girls were sipping coffee and I was reading the newspaper.

"Hey, morning...sorry I slept so late." She said

"Oh, don't worry about it, we got a day off." Beth said

"So what do you think of Sophie, Jim?" Jen asked as she poured herself a cup.

"Oh, uh, she's really great." I replied.

"You two get to know each other?" she said

Beth and Sophie smiled at me.

"Oh yes, we did." I replied.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 41



While we still in the midst of filming “Days of Rage” in London, Marty O’Brien called with a hastily organized photo gig. The Triple Threat Tour we’d worked on was doing a special gig at the O2 Arena for the BBC and HBO in the states. And we’d be doing all the photos again. Beyonce`, Rihanna and Tigress would be on the bill again and there was a promise of “unannounced special guests” on the show too. For some reason, Marty kept that a secret even from us. Very un-Marty, if you asked me. But I wasn’t complaining; my entire time in London had been spent at the flat with the film’s star Jennifer Aniston and the studios’ London rep Beth. Which saved the studio money, and the benefits of being around the two of them had been quite nice as well. Chris was doing quite well too, he’d hooked up with one of the production assistants so I didn’t see much of him on days we weren’t working. I learned long ago not to ask too many questions about his hookups, and he rarely asked about mine. 

Beth was turning out to be quite fun to be around, and not just when her sister Sophie was there too! 

Chris and I met at the vast 02 Arena complex the morning of the show for the soundcheck and to go over logistics with Terry Carter, the English promoter. Even with all the chaos going on around us, Terry was cool. He’d been promoting shows in England for many years, so something like this was nothing for him. Marty and Terry went over what to expect and let us in on who the guests would be. Fergie was expected, and possibly Mariah Carey. One of them was this British singer I’d never heard of but was apparently quite the rising star there, Pixie Lott. She’d be joining Rihanna during her set. Marty was quite proud to get her on the show, he’d just made a deal to bring her to the USA to open for Tigress’ on their upcoming tour, so he was positioning her to be his “next big thing” with lots of promo appearances planned. Marty had pulled out all the stops to make sure “Pixie” got first class treatment. Like I said, she was already a rising star in Britain, but he figured the more press she got with the American market, the better. Chris and I couldn’t help but snicker at calling somebody Pixie, sure it was a stage name and all but it just felt weird to Yanks like us. And Marty was starting to get a little annoyed at us.

“Alright, I’m glad you’re getting’ a laugh out of this, I’ll remember it when I’m choosing tour photographers.” He said with mock-seriousness.

As we were leaving the Arena, as if by chance, Beth and Sophie were waiting outside by Sophie’s car, a blue Ford Focus convertible. 
“Hey Jim!” they yelled.
“Looks like you just got a ride somewhere nice.” Chris said.
“Oh, well, they’re just, uh…” I stammered.
“Friends?” he said with raised eyebrows.
I could only nod in response as they walked over.
“Yeah…wish I had friends like that.” He replied wistfully as he walked away to the sexy redhead standing by an equally cool looking Jaguar.
“What are you two doing here?” I asked after getting a sweet kiss from both girls.
“Sophie works for Terry’s company, she gets me into every show here, cool, huh?” Beth said.
“I can clearly see the advantages of this arrangement.” I said with my best professorial tone.  
They both laughed like schoolgirls.
“I’m so cool…” I thought to myself.
“So I hear that Pixie Lott’s gonna be on the show.” Beth said
“Don’t know anything about that.” I replied.
“It’s true.” Sophie added in a weary tone “She’s all wacko about that.”
“I’ve never heard of her.” I said.
“You’re kidding? Oh my god she’s so cool!” Beth said excitedly
“Come on Hollywood, we’re buying you lunch.” Sophie said as she led me to the Ford and we were off. Beth was playing Pixie’s CD as we drove along and giving me all the details about her. Not bad, I thought. And both wanted to know any gossip about Rihanna, I had to wonder if I should tell them about my fling I’d had with her during the American tour. After what I’d already done with them, I doubted anything would faze them.  They’d probably enjoy it for all I know. 

The night of the show was definitely the biggest affair we’d ever been a part of. Beth and Sophie drove me there, looking incredibly sexy in matching miniskirts with glitter accents that showed some serious legs. There were paparazzi photographers everywhere and plenty of stars too. But these were of the English kind, so the names’ meant little to me. This was one of those rare moments when I had to look around and wonder if I was really here. Chris reassured me like only he could;
“Get your ass in gear Hollywood! We gotta a job to do!” he barked.

The show was something else! Everyone involved had radically changed their set lists for this show. Which was good, my theory was when you see the same show night after night, the pictures begin to suffer. Rihanna and I hadn’t seen one another in a few months. And a lot had happened to her since then, according to the tabloids. She had even fiercer looking guards around her than usual. So there was no way we’d have any kind of meeting like before. Like Chris said, I had a job to do.

Chris and I headed into the backstage areas for extra gear and saw Marty there.

“Hey boys! I’d like you to meet Miss Pixie.” 
Pixie Lott was there with him and several other assistants. She was quite pretty, I had to admit. She had golden blonde hair and warm brown eyes. And a killer body that had definitely spent lots of time either in an elite dance studio or a gym. She was definitely showing it off too, in a glittery tank top and blue jeans.
“Hi guys, I’m Pixie.” She said with a cute accent
This was one time that Chris didn’t play super salesman. To my surprise, he was the one stammering for a response.
“Hi, I’m Jim. That’s Chris, my boss. We did all the photos for the American tour.”
“I know, Marty’s quite the promoter for you guys. I can’t wait to see your photos tonight. I’m just so nervous about Rihanna…what’s she like?”
“Oh, she’s cool, great lay…I mean LADY!” I said quickly correcting myself.
Chris was practically standing behind me now like a shy child.
“Uh, you know there’s some friends of mine who’d love to meet you, maybe later?” I said.
“Oh, I’d love to meet them, bring them to the after-party.” She said cheerfully as she looked at Marty.
“You got it, guys.” Marty said “I’ll tell Terry…come on my dear, it’s showtime.”
And with that, Marty and Pixie left.
My, oh, my, she had a nice ass!
Chris hadn’t said a word the whole time, a first for him.
“Well, you were in fine voice tonight, should I wind you up for the Q&A?” I said.
“L-l-let’s get going.” He said.
Once in a while I get the upper hand with him, and it’s always nice! 
Rhianna’s set was even better than I recall. She looked incredibly hot, as usual. But there were few, if any, glances toward me on stage left snapping photos. I turned around and there was Ms. Pixie waiting for her cue to join her onstage. 
“Hey, do I look OK?” she asked nervously.
She had the same outfit on when we met, but the jeans had been traded for a pair of tight black bicycle shorts that looked painted on and thigh-high leather boots. It took all I had to not totally drool over her, she looked so hot. 
“Wow…you look great!” I said.
We then heard Rihanna talking onstage.
“Alright London…I’m gonna bring someone up here for my next song…give it up for…Pixie Lott! Come on, girl!”
She hesitated momentarily, then looked at me and smiled as if to say “wish me luck” then quickly dashed out onto the stage, waving to the screaming crowd. Then the two went right into Rhianna’s song “Shut Up and Drive”, Pixie’s song “Mama Do” and a cover of Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation”. They sounded great together and played off one another in an “I’ll show you” kind of way. I can only imagine what Beth and Sophie were thinking. I hadn’t seen them since we arrived, they followed me into the backstage area for a minute then apparently went to their seats.

Once Pixie had finished her mini set with Rihanna, she walked offstage and immediately went for me, giving me a big hug, much to my surprise.
“Oh, my god! That was so awesome! I can’t believe I did it!”   
“Well, you did.” I replied, still trying to understand why she went for me and not Marty. After all, he was the guy bringing her stateside.
Pixie was quickly swept away by Marty and reps from her record company. She looked over her shoulder at me and waved as she was led away.
“I know that look…” I heard Chris say as he stood by me.
“Yeah, I’ll bet you do…” I replied and we went back to gather our gear for the night.
The tour had progressed to the point where we knew the best time to leave the venue to beat any traffic. We weren’t disrespecting the performers, but we’d seen the show so many times that there wasn’t much we hadn’t already seen before.

As we were packing up, Marty buzzed us on our cellphones with info on the after party. It would be at the Dorchester Hotel in London, I remembered that place from long ago. At least this time Chris wouldn’t blow me off like he did the last time we were in London. 
“OK, our car’s downstairs, let’s go.” He said
The underground garage was a hubbub of activity between drivers, musicians, managers and assorted hangers-on. In the midst of this I heard someone yelling.
“Jim! Over here!” I saw Beth and Sophie at their car waving me over.
I quickly dashed over to them.
“The party’s at the Dorchester, see you there.” I said and turned to run back
“Wait a minute! You might need this.” Sophie said as she held up my wallet. “You left it in my car.”  
“Holy shit!”  I didn’t realize it had fallen out. “Thanks!”
“See you there, baby.” Beth said as they drove away.
I walked back to the rented car Chris and I had, and saw it was gone.
“Son of a bitch!” I screamed as I stood in the now empty garage.
He did it again! Chris had abandoned me in London.
I started to walk, then ran up the ramp hoping I might catch him before he disappeared.
No luck, there was a vast sea of cars but no sign of Chris.
“Wonderful!” I said out loud.
I started walking, where I had no idea. I gotta figure out how to get to this Dorchester Hotel, wherever that is.
Calling Chris’ phone was no help, it went to voicemail.
But London had other plans for me as I heard a car horn honking and a girls’ voice screaming.
“Jim! Jim! Over here!”
I saw Sophie’s convertible and Beth standing up in it screaming my name.
“Over here!”
I immediately ran toward their car.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” “Where’s your ride?” They asked.
“Uh, I’m not sure. He probably figured I was riding with you and took off.”
“Bastard…” Beth growled
“Aw, he’s not so bad.” I said trying to defend the guy who dumped me.
“I hope he doesn’t get laid tonight!” Sophie said with a laugh as we drove away.

It had been awhile since I’d been to the Dorchester; it still had that old-world charm to it. It must’ve quite the place long ago. But it still had the private elevator that quickly spirited us up to what was called the “Skyline Room” at the top of the hotel. The windows looked out onto London’s late-night lights. There was music playing everywhere and flashbulbs were going off in different places. I was happy the show went off great, and happier that we’d be heading home soon with “Days of Rage” having finished principal photography. London had been great to us again, but L.A. was calling our names again.

Beth and Sophie were spellbound at what they were seeing here. With their jobs in the film/music business they’d probably been to their share of these events but once in awhile they look at it in a whole new light.  

“Can I get you two a drink?” I asked
They both nodded.
“What would you like?” I asked again
“Oh! A glass of wine for me.” Beth finally said.
“I’ll have one, too.” Sophie replied

I found the bar and added in a Jack Daniels and water for myself. While getting my drink I spotted Terry Carter.
“Hey! Great show, Terry!” I said.
“Oh, thanks, mate. Things like this are always an adventure, where’s your partner?”
“I have no idea. He ditched me in the garage.”
“Strange, I just saw him in the lobby arguing with the Concierge`.”
“Hmm, maybe he didn’t have his invitation.” I said with a laugh.
Terry chuckled in response.

“Hey, Jim!” I heard Marty calling me from across the room. “Chris is on the phone, says the hotel won’t let him into the party.”
For a minute, I chuckled and thought this would be the perfect revenge.
“Yeah, let him in…but make sure the bar’s out of beers.” I finally said.
I felt a distinctively soft presence on my side I heard an equally soft voice
“Hi, Jim.”
It was Ms. Pixie, back again and holding her own glass of red wine. She’d traded her stage clothes for a white pantsuit and black t-shirt combo.
“So, where’s these friends of yours who wanted a picture?” she asked.
“Oh, right this way, my dear.” I said with elegance.
Marty stopped me slightly.
“Don’t wrinkle the merchandise, Mr. Hollywood.” He said
Pixie laughed, she seemed to like the attention.

“Uh, Pixie, this is Beth and her sister Sophie.” I said
The girls were completely star struck, and hesitantly held out their hands to her. She was incredibly friendly towards them and gladly posed for photos. I was just an observer as they chatted. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris arriving.  I excused myself as he spotted me.
“Why Chris, fancy meeting you here.” I said with a snicker.
“Very funny! Where’s the bar?” he snorted.
“Oh, didn’t you hear?” I said with a serious face. “They just ran out of booze.” 
Chris had a look of horror on his face, before I stated to giggle.
“Not funny!” he said before stalking off to the bar.
Pixie and the girls seemed to be deep in some kind of discussion, but with apparent giggles thrown in. I went out on the balcony to check out the view. To see the London skyline at night was truly amazing. It was another one of those “am I really here?” moments that stay with you. In the dim light I saw someone sitting at a table with several companions, along with 2 or 3 very large men to the sides.

“Hey, Jim…” a voice said.
It was Rihanna, seated with several friends who I recognized as members of her band. She immediately got up and walked towards me. She had on a simple black dress with silver accents, her hair was back to its normal dark color.    
“How you been, baby?” she said with a hug and sweet kiss on my cheek.
“How about you?” I asked, I think she knew what I was referring to.
“I’m OK…I’ll be fine.” She said with a confident smile "what about you? It’s been awhile since I saw you.”
“Oh, you know me, work, work and more work. We’re here shooting Jennifer Aniston’s movie.”
“Days of Rage?” 
“Yes, how did you…”
“I was offered that film too! But not to star in it, I would’ve played one of the assassins. Oh, man, I wish I could’ve done it. ”
“Oh well, that’s show-biz.” I said with a shrug.
“Yeah, we could’ve, um, seen each other you know.” She said with a sexy smile and raised eyebrow. “Seen each other a lot.”
Uh-oh, what should I say now?
“Jim!” I heard Beth’s voice from behind me.
Saved by another pretty lady.
“Oh, somebody’s calling you now” She said with a sweet kiss and a soft caress of my crotch “you have fun baby.” as she went off with her entourage.
“Come on hun, Pixie’s gonna show us her suite.” Beth said as she took my arm and led me away.
I looked over my shoulder and Rihanna gave me a smile and a wave.
“Gee, I guess you two hit it off pretty good.” I said
“You bet!” she replied as we joined Sophie and Pixie and headed for the elevator.
The wine had obviously hit the girls and they were all giggling the whole time like they’d known one another for years.

We didn’t realize it but we were heading past where the suite’s were. The elevator doors opened and we were in the pool area.
“Hey! Let’s see what’s there!” Beth said and we immediately went to check out the pool. The lights were off and doors locked but somehow Pixie’s key card opened the doors and we all looked at one another with surprise.
“Cool!” she said with surprise and excitement as we crept inside.
We quietly walked inside the vast indoor pool area. The water’s reflection shimmered on the ceiling and walls and our voices echoed. We all tried to be as quiet as possible and be only high-class trespassers. 
“Wow this is so cool.” Sophie said as she walked around.
“I think it’s even heated too…” Beth said as she elegantly dipped a toe into the water.
“Man, looks like there’s a sauna in there too.” Pixie said as she peered in a window.
“I wonder if there’s a light switch around here.” I said looking around on the walls.
“No, leave them off, I think it’s cooler.” Sophie said.
“Shall we try it out?” Beth said looking at me and the pool with a naughty smile.
Sophie and Pixie both giggled at the thought.
“Uh… are you sure?” I was apprehensive at what was going on.
But the girls weren’t, Beth and Sophie took off their shoes and unzipped their dresses. They were suddenly topless, Sophie wearing only a pink thong, Beth in skimpy white panties. Pixie looked at them, and began taking off her shirt showing a flesh colored bra that disappeared showing beautiful C cup tits with bright pink nipples. Her pants disappeared too and she had on matching panties.
Beth and Sophie had quietly slipped into the water and I heard them both say “Ooooo” as they got accustomed to the heated water. Pixie was seated on the poolside before sliding in to join them.
“Well?” I heard Beth say while looking at me. Sophie and Pixie had similar looks.
I took a deep breath, looked around and began to disrobe for them. Sophie turned to Pixie and whispered something to her, making them both giggle.
“I’ll bet you’re enjoying this.” I said to them.
“Hey, it’s better than my show!” Pixie said, making them all laugh even more.
 I was down to my underwear and now I slid into the pool. I gently glided across it to where Sophie and Beth were. Pixie did her own gentle glide across the length. Her ass looked so cute in her now transparent panties. And it was incredibly erotic to watch. Before I knew it, Beth had swum over to me and was embracing and kissing me, her blonde hair looking equally sexy with its ends matted down by the water. Sophie began to gently swim across the pool and it appeared as if her panties were now gone. She dove under the water and when she surfaced, she elegantly stretched her leg out of the water.
“Hey love…” Beth whispered.
We kissed again, deeper now. I felt her hands caress my head and her tongue had made its way inside and was touching mine as we gently spun around in the water.
“Why don’t you lose those?” she said as she felt my underwear which now felt very constricting. “I’ve lost mine.” she said.
My hand slid down and, sure enough, I felt nothing but bare skin between her legs. I was able to slip my underwear off and we were both naked now. Her hand immediately went to my dick and it was already hard.
“Ohhh…so nice.” She said in a sexy whisper “Touch me…”
My hand went to her naked pussy and it felt so smooth in the water, making her coo with delight. Beth’s hand wrapped completely around my dick and she began to slowly jerk it. The warm water felt especially good to both of us as my finger had penetrated Beth’s pussy, making her slowly moan in my ear as we continued to kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sophie and Pixie watching us. Sophie swam over to us and gave my ass a nice grab. Pixie was with Sophie at the shallow end of the pool sitting on the bottom step, the water was only up to her waist, and they looked so sexy watching Beth and I. Out of the corner of my eye, I cold see Pixie’s hand was beneath the water and her face seemed to show a lot of pleasure, I think she was rubbing herself, her eyes were half closed. I think she was lost in her pleasure but still wanted to watch someone else’s. Sophie appeared to notice and eagerly watched her while casually touching her breasts. Beth’s hands continued to caress my dick, and mine were on her pussy, gently inserting a finger inside her. Beth no longer kissed me, but lightly rested her head on my shoulder and let out a long series of “ohs” that came faster as she apparently climaxed. It wasn’t the same kind of earth-shattering ones I’d so far experienced with her, but I figured there’d be more soon! Beth gradually slid from my arms and floated away from me.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 41



“Oh….god! That was great!” she said with joy.
Now it was Sophie who floated to me.
“Hey baby…” she said in a very sexy voice before kissing me. “You should come over here.
Sophie led me to the steps and as the water became shallow, my hardness could be seen by Pixie. She covered her mouth as she saw my dick in all its glory.
“Oh...my god.” She said in a mix of embarrassment and desire.
“Isn’t he lovely?” Sophie said as she held me close and held my dick “he’s really something!” she giggled.
Beth was nearby treading water and watching.
Sophie looked at me and we kissed, then she slowly knelt down in the water.
“Pretty…” she said while looking up at me.
Sophie’s tongue began to softly touch my head, then she began to swirl it around the mushroom-like head.
“Big ice cream cone?” Pixie asked while watching us.
“The best.” Sophie replied before my dick slid into her mouth.
“Hey Jim…” Pixie said
I looked up and Pixie had stood up in the water, giving me a look at her in all her naked glory.

Pixie Lott’s tits were beautiful, with nice large pink nipples. She cupped her tits very seductively. Her pussy was totally bare, she had pussy lips that seemed like a blossoming flower as she ran her fingers through it.
“How do I look, luv?” she asked with a bit of a pout on her face.
“Wow…very…nice…” I could barely talk, Sophie had inhaled my dick and I felt it touch what seemed like the back of her throat, complete with smacking sounds.
“I like it too.” I heard Beth say as she walked through the water.
Pixie giggled as she saw Beth’s just as lovely naked body. Beth kissed me on the cheek while she watched her sister sucking my dick. I could tell she was very turned on by this, as well as seeing Pixie naked before her. She was moaning softly and grinding her hips against me. I turned and we kissed very sexy, with lots of tongue.
“Where’d your sister learn to suck?”
“Where do you think, hun?” she replied with a smile.
I smiled too as I looked down at Sophie.
“Oh fuck, baby I’m so horny now.” She said lustfully as she now stood and both sisters kissed me.
“My turn…” Pixie said as she waded into the water. Beth and Sophie looked on with anticipation as she held my dick, then they moved to the sides of the pool. Pixie gave me a quick kiss then began her own oral pleasure of my dick. She seemed to use a lot of spit instead of tongue, probably inexperience on her part. But I felt my head go back in ecstasy. When I looked back, I saw Beth lying back on the poolside, legs spread and her fingers apparently deep inside her. Beth turned to look at me and gave a sexy leer to me, complete with a sexy licking of her lips. Sophie was gently rubbing her pussy and smiling as she watched Pixie suck my dick. Her hand was gently rubbing it. She came off me and looked up;

“How does that feel baby?” she asked
“Great.” I replied, somewhat breathlessly
“I haven’t done this too many times.” She added.
“You’re doing it g-great.”
“Sweet man…” she said as she resumed her lip service.

Beth and Sophie were enjoying all they saw, Beth was now gasping and moaning.
“Uh-huh…ohhhhhyessss.” She moaned.
“I think you made her cum Jim!” Sophie said with a big smile
“Oh fuck yeah!” Beth said.
“You’re quite a man, Jim” Pixie said as she now stood and we kissed, I felt her gorgeous tits and she was now moaning as my hand went down to her pussy and slowly inserted a finger.
“Come over here.” I said as I guided her to the poolside.
Beth and Sophie seemed to know what I was doing, they moved over and I had Pixie sit on the edge and she spread her legs, almost instinctively.
“Oh my…” she said with a soft voice.
Pixie Lott’s legs were spread and I now knelt down to kiss her sweet pussy. Beth and Sophie were on either side of her. Beth kissed her cheek, then moved down her neck, all the while her hand was caressing her tits. Sophie watched and continued to rub and finger her pussy. Then Beth and Pixie kissed, I could see their tongues touching. My lips were on Pixie’s pussy lips, they were soaking from her fingers, she tasted so sweet as I my tongue penetrated her. I could hear Beth and Pixie’s moans and words of lust as I licked her.
“Lick her Jim…oh yeah…lick her.”
“Oh god…oh baby…huh…oh god yes…” Pixie’s voice was a sexy cry now as I licked her and touched her clit with my tongue.
“Let him lick you babe…he’s sooo good…lick her…” I heard Beth saying just as lustfully “Mmmm your tits taste good…”
I now felt someone next to me, it was Sophie.
“My turn.” She said.
I moved over and Sophie looked at her pop idol’s pussy close-up.
“Pixie’s pretty pussy.” She said to me with a giggle before giving it a gentle kiss.
I smiled in response.
Beth kissed Pixie’s cheek.
“My sister’s gonna lick you now Pixie…she’s good too.”
“How do you know?” she replied
“Mmmm…experience.” Beth replied before kissing Pixie again
Man, just hearing that was a turn on for me!
Sophie eagerly kissed and licked her pussy, making Pixie’s chest heave upwards and little gasps and cries come from her. Beth continued to caress and hold her as Sophie worked her magic on her.
I knew I should do something as well. I made my way to Sophie’s cute ass, I could see Beth looking at me, her eyes widening.
I gingerly felt her soft ass and stroked my dick on it and let it slowly slide inside her pussy. Sophie groaned as I penetrated her, making Pixie moan even more knowing that there was even more going on and she was seeing and feeling it all.
“Oh yeah Jim…oh god yeah!” Sophie said quickly as her head lifted up from Pixie’s pussy momentarily.
I was sliding in and out of Sophie and she felt so hot and tight, I gripped her hips and really took command of her as the water splashed around us. Beth was fingering herself again as she watched.
“Oh god…gonna cum…oh god!” I heard Pixie cry, then her hips thrust forward and her back arched. 
“Yeah, Jim…fuck me baby…oh god yeah!” Sophie moaned “Oh yeah baby…do it!”
I was really fucking her hard, and as good as this was, I really wanted to do Pixie, she had been such a sexy presence all night. I pulled Sophie up into a standing position and kissed her neck.
“Baby…do Pixie now…fuck her like you fucked me.” She whispered.
I pulled out of Sophie and went over to Pixie, who was laying back on the concrete, being softly kissed by Beth as he legs dangled in the water making soft ripples. I gently took her hand and slowly pulled her up. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me.
“Mmmmm….this is lovely.” She said as we kissed.
“Jim’s gonna make it even better, aren’t you baby?” Beth said.
“I’ll sure try.” I said.
“With that, I’ll bet he will!” Pixie said as she looked at my still hard dick
Pixie kept her legs spread and looked at me.
“Come on luv…do me.” She said with a sexy smile.
Beth and Sophie both looked on with eager anticipation as I moved in close to her. My dick slid ever so nicely into her pussy and it was so warm and tight. Pixie let out a long slow moan as I entered her. Sophie moved over and resumed licking and sucking her tits. I was making her tits bounce as I rammed into her, she was amazing to fuck. 
“Oh god yeah! Fuck my pussy…fuck me good….oh god, yes!” she cried out, her voice echoing on the walls “Uh oh…uh oh…uh oh!”
I looked down and saw my dick sliding into her bare pussy, wow did it look good, if I do say so myself. Beth was rubbing herself as we fucked and all the girls were making sounds of pleasure as I fucked the English pop star.
“Does he feel good, Pixie?” Sophie asked between licks
“Oh god…so good” Pixie gasped “He’s perfect.”
Sophie and Pixie kissed as I continued to fuck her, Beth was lost in her own world as her fingers slid in and out of her pussy, I so wanted to fuck her now. Pixie’s moans had changed to cries and gasps as she neared climax and her pussy seemed to grow tighter the more she climaxed. Her back arched again and her head went back. Sophie held her and they kissed softly. I pulled out of Pixie and kissed them both.
“I think your sister needs me now.” I boldly said
Beth turned to look at us and smiled contentedly.
“Oh yeah…feel so good now.” She said.
I climbed up onto the poolside and lay on my back. The girls joined me and watched as Beth sat up then swung her leg over to be on top of me. My dick was still rock-hard and they positioned it while Beth slowly sat down on it. It looked even hotter going into her pussy and Beth let out an equally sexy moan as it went in. 
“He’s really good Sophie.” Pixie said.
“Mmmm…you bet.” She replied.
Beth now began to rock back and forth on me as Pixie licked her tits and Sophie kissed me, her tongue was so hot and wet. I’m not sure how much energy I had left in me, I certainly wanted this to last. Beth was too far gone to make anything last, she already seemed on the verge of coming.
“Oh god, Jim! Oh god!” she screamed out.
“Make her cum Jim!” Sophie said excitedly “Watch her Pixie!”
Beth sat up slightly and a gusher of cum blasted out of her, making the girls gasp.
“Oh my god! I’ve never seen that!” Pixie said with a big smile
“Isn’t it cool?” Sophie said as she rubbed her sister’s pussy.
“Wow! Amazing!”
Beth was still gasping as she continued to rock on my dick.
“I wanna cum again…make me cum…” she gasped.
I did my best to thrust into her as she bounced on my dick, her knees probably hurt from the concrete. Pixie began to rub Beth’s pussy as she rocked on me, we were all about to explode, it seemed.
“Fuck me Jim…oh god fuck me!” Beth cried
“Oh yeah…gonna cum Beth!” I now said “I’m gonna cum!”
Beth sat up again, another gusher came out of her and I gushed as well, making everybody gasp and moan. Sophie started to jerk my dick and I felt like every bit of me was coming out. Pixie jerked me too and licked me as well. Beth was completely spent. Sophie and Pixie were probably still ready for more. 
“Wow, Jim…that was amazing.” Sophie said as we kissed.
“You’re quite a man, babe.” Pixie said with an equally sweet kiss.
 “I think we’d better get back, I can’t believe we got away with all this.” Sophie said as she slowly stood and went back for her clothes and Beth’s. Beth slowly sat up now.
“God, I feel like I’ve been at an orgy.” Beth said, making us all laugh in response.

We quickly dressed and snuck out of the pool area as silently as we could. I looked at my watch and the time was close to 4 AM. Pixie kissed me and the girls goodbye and we made sure to exchange phone numbers. Beth and Sophie somehow found the energy to walk to their car with me, although I drove home, they were completely exhausted.
I sure was lucky Sophie’s car had a GPS unit. And that I remembered they drive on the left side of the road there.
Beth’s place was quiet when we arrived home, I remembered that Jennifer was away for the weekend with friends of hers. Didn’t matter to me, we all just wanted to get to bed.

Two days later “Days of Rage” wrapped production. There was a big party for the cast and crew. Jennifer was the center of attention, appropriately, so I was grateful for the few minutes we got to chat before she left to catch her flight back to California. My flight would leave in the morning, so I wanted to make it an early night. Beth had the same idea, she had to start post production work at the studio so she’d be tied up with that. Chris was gonna take a night flight home so he had already left.

I was awakened by my cellphone buzzing on the bedside table. Before I could even say a groggy “hello” I could hear Marty’s voice screaming at me.
“Are you outta your fucking mind!!!” he screamed
“Wh-what are you talking about?” I replied sleepily
“You read the papers? You’re all over the front pages!”
“Huh?”
“The Sun has it in big headlines…‘Pixie’s Poolside Sex Romp’! The News of the World says ‘Pop Star’s Hotel Orgy’! Another one is calling her ‘Pixie Shag-a-Lott’. Guess who was part of all this?”
“Marty, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You and Pixie Lott, that’s who! All I know is she was last seen talking to you and 2 other girls at the party, then she disappears and was caught on hotel surveillance cameras going into the pool, which was closed, and having a midnight swim with several parties, all unclothed! I wonder who the guy with her was?” he yelled.
“Hey, how do you know it was me? Who says it wasn’t Chris? Or you for that matter?”
Judging by the silence on the other end I knew I had him. Chris certainly got around with the ladies but it was well-known that Marty was an ultimate skirt chaser. Rumor was he’d had flings with both girls in Tigress as well as the sister of one of them. And he probably would’ve gone after Rihanna if she wasn’t (unofficially) with me already.
“I told you not to fuck with the merchandise and now I’m ordering you…don’t fuck with the merchandise!” he said before slamming the phone down.
I immediately got dressed and ran out to get a newspaper. 
Marty was right, it seemed like every British tabloid had Pixie on the cover and the same gossipy headlines Marty had read me but whatever photo evidence they had didn’t show Pixie, me or the girls clearly enough. And the article seemed to wildly exaggerate what we’d done. The more I thought about it, this seemed just like the video footage of me and Lindsay Lohan when we’d met at the Burger King.
My phone buzzed again. I hesitantly took it out of my pocket, but then put it back in. I didn’t need to hear Marty scream at me again. For all I know he’d probably tell me what was on CNN, Fox News, BBC, ITN, etc. 

I went back and started packing up for my flight.

Beth and Sophie drove me to the airport, they were both quiet. Maybe because they were still trying to comprehend all we’d done the night before. As we went into the departures area, they both gave me a sweet kiss and hug goodbye.
“You gonna come back soon, luv?” Beth asked with a sly smile.
“Oh, gee…I dunno.” I said with my eyes rolled skyward.
Sophie playfully slugged me in the chest.
“Next time, we do all this at my place.” I said
“You bet!” they both said as they kissed me again.

I headed for the gate to board my flight. London had been quite an experience all over again. I hated to leave, I always felt I didn’t do the city the way I wanted to. Oh well, there’s always next time.

I boarded the plane and made my way to my seat. My phone had been buzzing on and off all day, but I ignored it. After it buzzed again, I shut it off. I pulled out my IPod, hit the random play feature and reached for a newspaper. Just as I started to read it, my seatmate joined me.
“Gonna read about yourself?” a female voice said.
I turned and my eyes nearly jumped out of my skull.
It was Pixie Lott.
“I tried to call you earlier, you know. Wanted to tell you we’d be flying to L.A. together.”
So that’s what all the phone calls were, rats!
“Oh, um…sorry.” I replied “I thought it might be Marty.”
“Aw, don’t worry about it, luv.” She said sweetly as she touched my hand, her smile just oozed sexy. “We’ve got lots of time.”

And into the clear blue skies we flew.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 42



As my trusty Accord needed some more "surgery", I found myself riding with Chris in his Porsche to a morning meeting with Marty O'Brien at his high-rise office.

"Mornin', boys!" Marty said with his usual bravado. "I guarantee you're gonna love me more than you already do! Have a seat." He said while gesturing towards his office chairs. Marty then reached into his desk drawer and pulled out 2 envelopes.

"One for each of you." He said as he handed them to us.

We both looked at them with a bit of suspicion, Chris opened his and his eyes widened. 

"Come on Jim, don't leave me in suspense." Marty said with a smile.

I opened the envelope, inside was a check. 

With the words "pay to the order of", a dollar sign, and a whole lot of zeroes.

It had taken awhile but our work on the Triple Threat Tour had finally paid off, literally.

"Chris, Jim, you've done a great job. I promised you I'd make things happen and they have. I thank you, and Tigress thanks you." He said in a sincere voice "Enjoy it boys, don't spend it all in one place" then added "or on one girl." with a lecherous chuckle added.

We all stood, shook his hand and slowly walked out of the office, speechless.

Once we got back to the Porsche, we looked at each other smiled.

"This is incredible." Chris said.

I could only shake my head.

We put our aviators on and Chris slowly drove the Porsche out of the garage.

My phone rang; it was the repair shop giving me the news about my car.

"Uh-huh...can I call you back? Thanks Bob." I said.

"Dude, you need some new wheels."

"You've been saying that ever since I arrived here. Hey, I like my car! Hell, it got me laid!"

Chris looked at me with a raised eyebrow that said "oh really?"

"Well, once anyway!" referring to that time I smuggled Paris Hilton out of our studio in the Accord's trunk to avoid the paparazzi, and how she thanked me later that night.

"Jim, I never tell you what to do but this time I will." Chris said.

"Oh, really?" I replied.

"Yes. And I know just what you need, Hollywood." He said as he turned the Porsche down another street.

"What? A cheeseburger?" I said as we passed a Burger King.

"Nope, something befitting a man of your, shall we say, newfound stature." He replied.

"You've gotta be kidding!" I said as I realized where we were going.

Chris had pulled into a Mercedes-Benz dealership. 

"How the hell do I afford something from here?"

"Easy, we did a tour promoted by them, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"We, or should I say I, schmoozed with the factory reps, right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"You, and I, have a substantial check courtesy of these guys in your hot little hands, right?"

"I know but..."

"So, Santa Claus just made an early delivery." 

Chris was his usual self. How could I argue with "the master"?

He led me into the showroom and immediately recognized someone from the tour. 

"Don't come home without some new wheels" he said patting me on the shoulder, "set 'em up Joe!" he said to the salesgirl as he walked out of the dealership and roared away.

"It's Melanie, by the way." She said with a resigned tone.

I stood there, stunned.

"So what can I put you into today?" Melanie said with a smile.

With a deep breath, I replied;

"Well, I've never bought one of these, so my options are pretty wide open."

"That makes things easy." She said.

Suddenly my eyes were drawn to a silver SLK convertible, with a black and red interior. I suddenly flashed back to my last encounter with one of those, and my passenger at the time. Somebody named Rihanna.

"Now THAT looks enticing..." I said.

"You've got a good eye, it just arrived today." Melanie said.

Before I knew it, I was test driving and then had signed papers making me the owner of a silver Mercedes-Benz SLK convertible. Melanie left me for a moment in the accessories area while she went for some temporary DMV paperwork I needed to sign. While I looked around at the other models on the vast showroom floor I heard a voice;

"Hey, you're a friend of Derek's aren't you?" she said.

"Huh? Derek?"

"Derek Adams, he owns that club, what's it called? Oh, yeah, "the Eagle". Over on Sunset."

"Um, yes, he's a friend of mine but I don't remember you." I said, somewhat confused.

"Oh, I'm Kelly, Kelly Clarkson." She said with a smile as we shook hands.

"Oh, wow! Oh my god...can't believe I'm meeting you here." I was surprised to say the least. 

"And I think he said your name was Jim, right?"

"Yes, yes it is. So how do you know Derek?"

"Oh, he's from the same town as me, Burleson, Texas."

"Really? He never told me that, I always thought he was from like L.A. or someplace like that." 

That was true, Derek never gave any indication he was a Texas kid.

"Yeah, well he must've lost his accent somewhere along the road out here. I'd never lose mine! " she said in that slight Texas drawl of hers.

She noticed me looking at my new car.

"So you gonna buy it?" she asked.

"Um...I just did." I replied with a shrug, still amazed that I had just bought something like this so suddenly.

"No way! Wow! That is so cool!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah, I'm still amazed I really did it." I said looking at the now signed DMV paperwork.

"Gonna drive it off the lot? You've sure got a perfect day to break it in." she said looking out the window at the glorious day outside.

I suddenly realized that the car wouldn't be ready until tomorrow and I had no way home.

"Uh, no...Geez, I better get a ride, my trade in car is across town getting serviced." I said reaching for my cell and hoping Chris could pick me up.

"Come on, I'll drive you." Kelly immediately said as she reached for her keys. "Let's go." She said leading me back outside into the L.A. sunshine.

And before I knew it, I was cruising the Boulevard with Kelly Clarkson.

Kelly's car was an equally gorgeous Mercedes CLK350 convertible in arctic white with a black interior. She looked great behind the wheel with her aviator sunglasses set against her casually tousled sandy brown hair. She had the local classic rock station on as we blew down the streets singing Led Zeppelin songs. 

"Man, I love this stuff, I could do a whole album of this." She said.

"I'll have to show you my music collection, it's loaded with stuff like this." I said.

"Oh, cool! I'd love to see that!" she replied. 

Kelly asked about where I came from, how Chris and I met, she was laughing the whole time, she definitely was a fun girl to be around.

"Oh, this is where my car is." I said as we came up to the repair center.

"I'll hang around with you." She said as she clicked off the engine.

"Oh, uh, OK." I said, this was a little confusing, but...well...okay.

Kelly wandered into the shop with me, and immediately heads turned as people there wondered why Kelly Clarkson was at a grungy repair shop, and with me, of all people. She stayed close to me, her hands in her weathered blue jean pockets, looking around as if she'd been with me forever. I explained to Bob, my mechanic, how I'd just bought an SLK. He chuckled in response. I wondered if it was because Kelly was with me or because he knew I might be back when something went wrong with the SLK. She went back outside and I saw her talking on her cellphone.

"All set?" she asked as I walked out with the keys to my Accord.

"Uh, yes...I can't thank you enough Kelly" I quickly corrected myself "if it's OK to call you that?" 

"Oh hey, I've been called worse babe!" she said with a smile. "Look, I'm doing a private show tomorrow night at the Eagle and I want you there, no excuses."

"Uh...sure, I'll be there!"

"Cool beans babe! 8 tomorrow, see ya!" she said with a quick kiss on the cheek for effect. She got back into her Benz and drove off, smiling at me the whole time as she waved her fingers goodbye.

I stood there, smiling too, and waving my fingers too. I drove back home and cleaned out all my junk from the Accord.

The next morning I drove my Honda for the last time to Mercedes and was handed the keys to my silver SLK350 Convertible. I drove it around all day, discovering little things about what it could do, what gizmos it had. To say I felt like a king was putting it mildly, I felt like an emperor, even if an elderly codger in a Buick blew past me when I was fiddling with the radio.

That evening I headed for the Eagle, feeling super cool in a dark silk suit as I pulled up to the club. Derek spotted me as I walked in and practically fell off his bar stool.

"What are YOU doing here?" he said, still stunned at my presence.

"Here to see Miss Kelly, what are you doing here?" I replied as I casually passed him and got a drink from the bar.

The Eagle was loaded with music power players plus assorted celebs. This was one time I was hoping Paris or Lindsay wouldn't be there, even though it was the kind of event they'd be at. Kelly hit the stage promptly at 8 and blew through all her hits plus new songs from her latest album. She sounded great and looked great in black leather pants with turquoise accents on the sides and a white blazer. After a few songs she tossed the blazer aside in favor of a white t-shirt. I knew she was looking at me the whole time she was onstage. I was grinning all the while, I was really watching her close up. After encores of "Miss Independent" and the Rolling Stones "It's Only Rock 'n Roll", she joyfully thanked everyone and ran offstage. Derek found me in the crowd as I was heading out.

"Hey, Hollywood! Come up to my office, let's have a drink."

How could I refuse?

Derek's private office was a cushy hangout for him and those lucky enough to join him. He poured us glasses of Jack Daniel's and we got caught up with one another. Just then Kelly came in with her manager and assistant. As soon as she saw me her eyes lit up.

"Hey!" she said with glee as she hugged me "Wow what a show!"

"Yeah, it was great Kelly!" I replied.

Derek was equally generous in his praise as he poured Kelly a glass of Jack Daniels and we all toasted the show.

"To Miss Kelly!" Derek said to cheers from all of us.

Kelly fell back onto the leather couch next to me and we all had a good laugh. Her assistant produced a small gym bag.

"Kelly, we'll need to go pretty soon so don't stay too long." She said.

"Oh, right." She said "hey, wait a minute!"

She turned to me "You've got your new car, don't you?"

"Well, it's the only one I have."

"I'll ride home with Jim here." She said as she hugged my arm.

Her assistant agreed and said she'd see Kelly in the morning as she left. I was a little stunned at how bold and how trusting she was of me. We'd only met yesterday.

Kelly was smiling the whole time there as we talked about the show and her tour plans. I think she was trying to rest her voice because after awhile she began to use a lower tone rather than the upbeat one I'd heard earlier. Soon Derek got a call on the club phone he was needed downstairs at the bar area. And Kelly and I were alone in his office. Kelly still looked great even in a sweaty white t-shirt. 

"So how do you like being a Mercedes owner?" she said as she went into a nearby bathroom and checked herself in the mirror, casually shaking her brown hair, it's ends still sweaty from the show. She emerged wearing a navy blue Nike jogging suit with white accents.

"Feels great, so far. I had some old guy blast by me in a Buick, though."

"No way!" Kelly laughed.

I sheepishly nodded.

Derek returned and poured another glass of Jack.

"One more, Hollywood?" he said

"Uh, 3 fingers worth." I said trying to be cool.

"Three fingers worth? Wow I haven't heard anybody say that in a long time! Only other people I knew said that were cowboys in saloons." Kelly said as Derek poured her an equal amount. "And what's with the Hollywood name?"

"Didn't you know, that's his nickname around town." Derek replied.

Here it comes, I thought.

"Hollywood, huh?" Kelly said with a playful punch on the arm "I wonder why?"

"Yeah, tell her Jim." Derek said with a smirk.

"Oh well, it's just, uh, a name that's all." I quickly said with a shrug.

By the look on her face, I didn't think Kelly was buying that explanation.

I quickly slugged down my drink, the sudden rush from the whiskey staggered me, but I tried to be cool.

"OK, let's head outta here!" Kelly said grabbing her bag

"Right, good idea!" I said in a croak of a voice, glad that I suddenly had an escape route.

Kelly and I went down a back entrance Derek used for VIP's where I'd parked my car. This was the same place where Paris had given me my "Christmas present" (what I did with it is another story altogether!) and we found my SLK. I felt so cool opening the passenger door and see Ms. Kelly slide inside. 

"This is one cool car, Jim!" she said

"Well, I gotta admit, it sure feels nice." I said as I slid in beside her.

The SLK smoothly breezed past photographers who shouted out her name as we pulled out of the lot and onto the busy streets.

"Aw, gee we missed out on the paparazzi." Kelly said.

"I think they'll understand." I replied and we laughed.

The warm night air only felt better as we cruised along the main streets, the SLK's Sirius system blasted out different songs and Kelly provided all the vocals.

Amidst all this, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

"Uh, where are we going anyway?" I asked.

"Your place, baby." She replied.

"My place?" I said, stunned.

"Sure." She said confidently with a smile added. "You said you wanted to show me your music collection, why not tonight?"

I took a deep breath and turned left towards my place. I tried not to look but did, Kelly was in my car, and we were going to my place. I sure hope I know what I'm doing!

As we pulled into my condo's driveway, I was a nervous wreck. Kelly got out and looked around.

"This is a neat place." She said with a smile.

"Uh, it does me well." I replied.

I made sure to click the lights on before leading her in, it seems like every time I came home I'd bump into or step on Smokie the cat. And I think he was getting a little annoyed at that always happening whenever I came home late.

"Oh, look at this kitty!" she said as she saw him and immediately petted him. "Oh, this is a beautiful cat, Jim."

"I think he believes so too."

Kelly smiled at my response.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Um, I'll take a Sprite if you have any."

"As a matter of fact, I do."

I got 2 Sprites for us and she was eagerly looking at my music collection.

"Wow, you've got everything here. Vinyl, CD's, cassettes..."

"Thanks, I really need to convert it all to something that'll last forever."

"Aerosmith...Miles Davis...The Who...Waylon Jennings?" she said with a look of surprise.

"Oh yeah...it's great stuff." I said

"You really must wanna be a Texas kid." She said.

"Well, I guess wannabe is the best word." I joked as Kelly laughed.

"I think you wanna be a cowboy too." She said as she stood closer to me

"Uh, well...doesn't anybody?"

"Well, I always heard there's 2 kinds of cowboys..." she now said in a slower, more sexy voice than I'd heard before "...those that like to ride, and um, those that...like to be ridden." She said looking at me.

I could feel my heart beat faster as she stood closer to me.

"Which kind are you, Jim?"

I always dreaded questions like this, failure and/embarrassment were rearing their ugly heads again.

"Um...one of each?" I said sheepishly

Good job, Jim. You're screwed, your night with Kelly just ended!

"Good answer" she said "because I like both too."

Kelly put her arms around my waist.

"I like what you said, Jim." She said in a soft voice.

Kelly Clarkson now kissed me, she felt so nice, so reassuring to me.

"Do you like what I said?" she asked.

"V-v-very much so." I replied.

I held her closer to me now.

"You feel good, very nice." She said softly.

"Thank you, so do you..." I replied.

As we kissed again, I could feel her tongue touch mine, it felt wet and incredibly hot.

Kelly smiled, pulled back from me and then started to laugh.

"I can't believe I just did that!" she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was being all sexy and that's just so, um, not like me."

"I liked it." 

Kelly bit her lip and smiled.

"You did?" she said with slightly raised eyebrows.

I nodded, now I was the ultra-confident one.

"You're very sexy, Kelly." I said slowly.

Kelly seemed to blush.

"Wow, you think so? You're not just saying that because I'm some big star?"

"I wouldn't say that if I didn't believe it, it's not like me to be greedy with someone's heart."

Kelly wrapped herself in my arms again we kissed deeply.

"That's so sweet, Jim." She said again softly.

I smiled back and kissed her again. My arms began to roam down her back until I could feel her behind through the jogging pants she'd put on back at the club. It felt incredibly soft and nice, as if there was nothing between my hands and her soft behind. Kelly gave no resistance to my moves. Her hands did the same to me.

"You've got a nice ass, Jim." She said with a giggle.

"So do you." I replied.

We held each other loosely and I couldn't help but look down at her jacket and see that it was unzipped enough for me to see she was topless underneath it.

Kelly looked down and then up at me.

"See something you like?" she said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I quickly apologized

"No, no, don't be...it's OK." She said. "Not many guys notice that. I wasn't exactly, uh, blessed there." She said with her usual bouncy tone.

"Oh, no, they're very, um, nice." I said, and then wondered why I'd just said that.

"Thank you." She said with a reassuring smile before hugging me again. "I think I need a drink after all that."

"Right, me too." I said

Kelly and I stretched out on my sofa and we quickly started pulling out CD's and talking music. She was so easy to talk to. I think all the music around her was her way of getting know me better. I tried not to seem like a know-it-all geek. Before I knew it, she was snuggled in close to me as I pointed out who all the faces were on the "Sgt. Pepper" cover as the album played in the background. 

"My god! I've never met someone who knew so much about this, you should've been a DJ, you know."

"Um, thanks...I probably should've, now that you mention it."

I suddenly realized my arm was around her. And she seemed to like it. I somehow felt her fingers on my chest, then drop further down to my waist. I looked at her and she clearly had a look of desire on her face. Her mouth was just slightly open and her breathing was so silent, so sexy, and could be heard over the music.

"You look so pretty in this light." I somehow said.

"You too." She replied.

I now took the initiative and slowly laid her down on the couch and we kissed. I softly touched her breast and she breathed in deeply.

"Yes, Jim...please touch me...yes, baby." She sighed as my hand cupped her breast.

Her tits felt nice, not very large but her nipples could definitely be felt as they seemed to burst through her jacket. Kelly continued to sigh words of love the more I caressed her tits.

"Baby...oh god...yes, Jim...oh yessssss." She sighed.

I kissed her again and reached for the zipper of the jacket and slid it down slowly.

Kelly smiled, knowing what was in store.

Her jacket fully unzipped, I slowly parted it and she was fully topless. Her breasts were a small B size with large nipples that seemed pasted on, but very cute that I couldn't resist kissing them. Kelly giggled and squealed with delight. I was laughing just like her at this feeling. I pulled her up and she quickly discarded the jacket, and began reaching for my shirt, pulling it off so we were both topless and kissing. Now it was Kelly's turn as she pushed me down and caressed my chest working her way down to my crotch. All this time it had been getting super tight down there thanks to the growing excitement between my legs. With a look of naughtiness, she fluttered her eyebrows and reached for my belt.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 42



"Let's see what you got, cowboy." She said with that sexy tone she'd had earlier.

Kelly had my belt unhooked and my pants unzipped. Her hands went inside my underwear until my dick emerged. She let out a very sexy sigh as she grasped it in her small hands. Her fingers slid up to the head and I think she dabbed a drop of precum on her finger, then touched it to her lips.

"Nice." She said with a smile "Let's see what the rest is like."

Kelly slowly dropped her head onto my dick and I felt it be enveloped by her and I saw her sandy brown hair rise up and down on me. The she cocked her head to the side as her lips and tongue slowly slid along the sides of it before curving up and over the head and doing the same on the other side.

"Like that, baby?" she asked.

"Oh yes...wow...yes." I said breathlessly.

"Good...it's your turn now." She said as she stood up.

Kelly stood close to me.

"Pull the strings, babe." She said

I sat up and pulled the strings holding her Nike pants on. Once they loosened, the pants dropped, showing that Kelly had no underwear on.

Kelly Clarkson was completely naked in front of me.

"Oh Kelly..." I said in a half-whispered tone.

"I never wear panties...comes from growing up in Texas." She said, sounding proud of her bold attitude.

Kelly's pussy was totally clean, with a barely noticeable spot of black hair at the top.

"It's...it's beautiful." I said.

Kelly got closer to my face 

"Kiss it, Jim." She said as she stepped closer to me.

I sat up slightly, closed my eyes, and softly kissed her love nest. I could feel a moist heat from it the more I kissed and licked it. Kelly moaned slightly and slowly rubbed my head.

"Yesssss Jim...oh god that's it..." she moaned.

I continued to probe her pussy with my tongue. Kelly swung her right leg over me and propped it on the arm of the couch, giving me easier access to her. She was getting wetter by the minute and I loved the way we were both feeling at that moment. 

"Baby...yes! Oh god, yes!" she cried out now. "Baby...slow down..."

I stopped and she slowly relaxed too.

"Wow...that felt good." She said as she kissed me. "Let's switch places."

I stood and Kelly laid back, opening her legs fully.

"I'm ready now..." she said with a reassuring nod.

"OK." I replied, her nod told me I'd be good.

I got on top of Kelly and my dick easily slid inside her, making her head jolt back and her chest thrust upward as she felt me inside her.

"Ohhhhhhh...." She moaned

Her pussy felt so warm and comforting, already my dick started to pulse with excitement as I began to fuck her. Kelly pulled me closer to her and we kissed as we fucked. Her soft "oh's" were so sexy to hear with every thrust into her.

Kelly smiled widely at me

"You make me feel so good Jim...don't stop...don't stop."

I gripped my arms around her back and we were as close as you could get. 

"Oh god! Oh! Jim....oh god...YES!" she screamed out, her mouth still open as her voice faded.

I softly kissed Kelly.

She smiled back at me

"Oh my god...you made me come...oh my...keep going baby...keep going..."

I kept going, I wasn't gonna argue!

Kelly's heavy breathing started again as I fucked her harder. Wow she felt good!

"Oh yeah...Kelly...gonna...gonna...gonna cum baby..." I said quickly

"Yes! Cum inside me...cum in my hot pussy, baby!"

I exploded into her and collapsed into her arms as she cried out in ecstasy.

We were both breathless.

I could only hear her breathing now

"Baby...that felt so good...I missed that feeling." She said almost tearfully.

I looked into her beautiful eyes and we kissed.

"I wished it could've been longer." I said

"Oh, baby...it was wonderful...You're a wonderful man." She said with that "Kelly smile".

I rolled over with my dick still inside her and we snuggled in close.

"You're a wonderful lady."

We lay there naked in the dim light, Kelly seemed to enjoy the feel of my dick softening inside her. It was like the "l'amour" we'd just experienced was now fading and sleep was taking its place.

"Would you like to move to my bed, it'd be much more comfortable?" I whispered.

Kelly nodded.

"I think the night just caught up with me." She replied.

We slowly "detached" ourselves and walked, still naked, up the stairs.

I was right. Kelly and I were much more comfortable in my bed. We were asleep in seconds. 

I was awakened by the ringing of my bedside phone. I sleepily turned over and looked at the clock. It read 9:45 am. 

"H-hello?" my voice was a scratchy rasp.

"Is Kelly there?" a stern sounding woman said "she better be!"

Oh boy, I'm in trouble now!

I gingerly turned and Kelly was still asleep beside me.

"Kelly?" I whispered as I gently shook her.

She slowly turned over, her smile showed she recognized my face.

"Hey baby...." She said softly.

"The phone...it's for you." I hesitantly said.

She sat up, ran her fingers through her tousled hair and took the phone.

"I know who it is..." she said in a resigned tone.

As soon as she said "hello" her eyes suddenly opened wide.

The next few minutes seemed a blur as she realized what time it was and we both dashed downstairs naked, gathering clothes as we went.

The SLK screeched out of my driveway and we blasted to the radio station where she was supposed to be, a half hour ago. The radio had Ryan Seacrest's morning radio show on and he was talking up how Kelly would be with them "momentarily". Kelly was furiously trying to comb her hair but giggling at how everything looked at the moment, I was too. My inner Richard Petty was being unleashed as the SLK weaved in and out of morning traffic, and I was liking it! 

"Left! Left! Go right! Turn here...go straight...go...go...go!" Kelly yelled in a halfway laughing tone before we screeched to a stop outside the station. I kinda liked hearing the SLK's motor rev up to full power.

Kelly leaped out of the car and dashed inside the building. I followed her inside and we were immediately met by several stern, expressionless-types who hustled her away from me, scolding her about being late, career implications, perceptions, etc. Kelly tried to turn and say goodbye to me but the closest I got was a quick wave and a smile.

I stood there alone in the lobby and took a deep breath before dropping down into a thick easy chair. I looked down at my shoes and realized they were on the wrong feet. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the receptionist. She looked at me, obviously wondering what had just blown past her.

"Good morning." I said with a smile

She shook her head and went back to typing on her computer. 

After leaving my business card with the receptionist, I walked back out to the SLK (that is once I had my shoes on the right feet) and started to drive away. I needed some coffee, that's for sure.

I went into a nearby Starbucks and as I waited in line, I could hear Kelly on the radio talking up her new album and generally flirting with Ryan. While my order was being filled, I noticed one of the workers wearing a shirt from her last tour. She listened intently as she made my coffee.

"Nice coincidence." I said pointing to her shirt.

"Oh yeah! She's so cool." She said with a big smile "I'll bet she's incredible in bed."

I practically dropped my coffee.

"Excuse me?" I stammered.

"Yeah, all my girlfriends would do her in a second." She casually said as she handed me my change "Any guy who gets her is pretty lucky."

"Um, yeah...I guess so." I replied "Thanks, have a good day."

I drove off, knowing that I was "that lucky guy".



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 43



Our next photo assignment was, for a change, in town. Chris got a call from Honda motorcycles offering us a photo gig for a new TV ad campaign they were starting. The ads would run primarily on the West Coast and then possibly go national. This had the potential to be another cash cow for us and we quickly agreed. Chris knew that a successful local campaign that became a national campaign could lead to very big bucks for us. What made the gig even more appealing was how we were referred to Honda. The TV ads would be done by Mark Stein. We'd met Mark when he did all the concert video work for Tigress. Mark recommended us to Honda and we were off and running. We went down to Honda's regional facility, a sprawling complex of buildings near the waterfront that served as a distribution center for their cars, motorcycles and everything else they manufactured. Chris went to talk business with his contact there while I prowled around the showroom. I'd always wanted a bike my whole life, now that we were successful as photographers, that dream seemed possible more than ever. What got my attention too were some snazzy leather bike jackets. Hey, if I can't have the bike, the jacket might be cool too. I tried one on and it felt stiff, but very cool. A girl with short brunette hair and a vaguely exotic look was nearby watching me. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to look super-cool, but still feeling like a super geek.

"It's you." She finally said.

"Think so?" I replied. "I don't even ride."

"Doesn't matter, it's perfect on you."

"Are you with those guys?" I asked, pointing to the official-type guys Chris was huddling with.

"Yes, I've known the owner for a long time. He told me he was hiring you guys, you're Hollywood Jim."

I was stunned at her response.

"Excuse me?"

"Hollywood Jim, I've heard about you."

I looked around with suspicion.

"Um, from whom?"

"Oh, friends of mine, anyway I'm gonna be the spokesmodel for this campaign. I've seen your work." My eyebrows went up slightly "Your photo work, you guys are good."

"Oh! Well, thanks!"

"Hi, Catherine Bell." She said as she extended her hand.

Now I knew who she was, wow! Man, she looked great! She had on a grey pullover shirt and black jeans. And she had a body that didn't stop. I remembered seeing her on "J.A.G." and wishing there had been more episodes that showed off her body. God, what a rack she had!

"Ah, so that's why..." I started.

"You're here, plus the fringe benefits are pretty cool too." She said as she straightened my jacket.

"Uh, yes, I guess so." I said hesitantly.

She smiled at me.

Chris came back and joined us.

"Hey! You met the spokesmodel, pretty nice, huh?" he said with his usual wiseguy tone as he introduced himself to her. "OK Hollywood, we're all set for tomorrow, let's go."

"Right, uh good to meet you Miss Bell." I said as I was hustled off.

"Catherine, see you guys tomorrow." She said sweetly as we left. She had such an easy charm about her. "Easy" in the sense of personality.

The next day we headed out to an abandoned factory complex for the first days shoot. The campaign's tag line was "You never know who might be riding one." and would have Catherine riding different bikes throughout the ad in different locations. She was an expert rider and insisted on doing all the bike shots herself. Mark would direct the video portion while we'd do all the still shots for the print ads and the website. For this shoot, she'd be riding a CBR1000 bike, and decked out in full biker leathers and black helmet, giving the perfect air of mystery when she roared up to the camera, took off her helmet, shook her hair loose, and said the tag line into the camera. She just oozed sensuality each time she said it. And I got the feeling Mark was doing retakes just get her on camera saying it as many times as possible for his pleasure.

The next day we were on a motocross course in the hills and she was flying over hills on a Honda dirt bike like a pro. She seemed to enjoy getting all muddy on the bike, so unlike her Marine character on TV. But we didn't mind! Then we moved to the confines of our studio and extra still shots that put her back in the leather outfit. I had to admit, this was my favorite. On a break, I finally got up the nerve to talk to her again.

"So I guess you ride a lot." I said.

"Oh yeah! I've got like 5 bikes at home, all kinds. Do you ride?" she asked.

"No, but I'd sure love to try it out, I guess I'm a frustrated biker."

"Oh, you'd love it. It's very liberating. Really clears your head."

"That is if you don't land on it." I said tapping the black helmet for effect.

"Ah, touché." She replied with a smile.

"Beautiful and witty, good combination" I thought. Then quickly shook it out of my head. Get over it, Jim you're here to do a job, not troll for TV starlets.

For the last day's shoot, we'd be at our studio. Honda brought over several bikes and we had the idea to get several muddied ones and have Catherine decked out very formally next to them, the contrast was pretty funny, and she agreed. Once Chris called a wrap, Catherine went back to get changed and we began breaking down the gear. I was really giving some serious looks not only to her but to a cool looking CBR600 bike that was provided. Catherine came back out of the dressing room in jeans and a classic white t-shirt, holding a leather jacket.

"Pretty neat, huh?" she said.

"Yes, very."

"Here, try this on." She said as she tossed the jacket to me.

I slipped it on and it felt great. It was an official Honda Racing jacket.

"Wow, fits like a leather glove." I said.

"Good, I'm glad I got your size right." She said.

"My size?"

"Sure, it's yours, gift from the Honda guys." She replied with that smile of hers.

"A gift? Are you serious?" I was amazed, to say the least.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Honda reps giving one to Chris too. He had the same reaction as me.

"My god! Thank you!" I was so amazed.

"My pleasure, come on, got something else for you." She said as she led me outside.

Outside was a similar, but much faster looking bike. Catherine took a helmet hanging off the handlebars and handed another to me.

"Get on." She said as she started up the bike, which came to life with a sleek sounding "whir".

"But, I don't know how to ride!" I said.

"That's why I'm driving, not you, get on." She said.

It felt weird getting on as a passenger, but okay.

"Um, how should I hold you...I mean...hold onto you?"

"Anyway you want, babe." She said as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

The Honda had such a sleek sound to it as we cruised the streets of Los Angeles. Catherine soon turned onto a winding road and we were off into the hills. I was trying to be brave as she twisted and turned the bike, sped up and slowed down. Finally she pulled off onto an open space of land that looked out onto the city. We both got off the bike and stretched our legs.

"So, whatcha think?" she said as she shook her brunette hair.

"I think I'd be a better driver than passenger, especially on that bike." I said as I pointed to the tiny passenger seat.

She laughed.

"Yeah, I think it's made for someone with this..." she said as she patted her ass.

"You're probably right." I said with a laugh of my own. Then I wondered if I'd said the wrong thing, again?

Catherine knew exactly what I meant and easily laughed.

"Yeah, I probably got a nice ass, I've never had any complaints." She said as she shook it a little for effect. "What do you think?"

"Uh, you'll get no complaints from me." I said.

"Good answer." She said with a sly smile I'd seen many times on TV. She then went towards the edge of the clearing and looked out on the city in the distance.

"Wow...never amazes me just how big this place is." She said turning to me as I joined her.

"I believe you, I still wonder if I'm really here sometimes." I said, thinking back on my night at Paris's house long ago and how we looked out on the night sky.

"Wanna go a little further? I know a great place up the road." She offered.

"Yeah, let's roll." I said as we put our helmets back on.

Catherine's Honda whirred to life again.

"Scoot up closer to me, babe." She said

I think the crotch of my jeans was now magnetically attached to her cute ass.

But before I knew it, we were off!

Her Honda smoothly exited the twisting roads and found a long stretch of open road where she let the bike's power loose. I tried not to seem petrified as we flew down the road, but I was! I didn't try to look at the speedometer but we must've been up there in terms of speed. But I was getting excited, not by the bike but the fact I was so close to Catherine's ass, and it felt good. She seemed to like it too, her denim clad ass seemed to move closer to my crotch the more we rode. 

Soon we were back in town and she pulled into a suburban neighborhood of random houses. 

Were we going to her place? No, this didn't seem like where she'd live.

At a stoplight, I tapped her helmet.

"Where are we going?" I asked as best I could through my helmet

"Friends place." She replied.

Okay, I thought.

Catherine pulled into a ranch-style house with 2 cars in the driveway.

We climbed off the bike and she shook her hair loose, very sexy.

"This is my girlfriend's house." She said as she stretched her legs.

"Oh, uh, cool." 

Catherine gave me a quick kiss on the lips, I was stunned, she was smiling.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." She said.

She walked up the steps to the door, whoever answered invited her inside.

I was alone in this neat, orderly neighborhood I'd never seen before. And a TV starlet had stolen a kiss from me. I'd been in these situations before. 

But what do I do, Hollywood?

Catherine came back down the steps, she'd unzipped her leather jacket and I could see her bountiful breasts move as she walked. She was apparently braless.

"Hi, surprised you didn't I?" she said "didn't expect a kiss did you?"

"No...I...did...not." I said as she stood close to me.

"Well, I like you. That's why I did it."

"Um, I have to ask, what is this place?"

"It's Cheryl's, she's an old friend of mine, we used to model together long ago." She explained "She's got a great house. Come on, I'll introduce you."

Catherine took my arm and took me up to the door. The inside was nicely furnished. Cheryl came out of the kitchen, she was a stunning oriental girl and wore a red silk robe.

"This is my friend Jim, Cher." Catherine said.

"Hi, Jim, good to meet you. I just got out of the shower, that's why I've got this on."

"Oh, got it."

Cheryl went to get drinks for us.

Catherine turned to me.

"So, like this place?" she asked

"Yeah, very nice, very California."

"Wanna hang out awhile?"

"Um, sure."

"Good." she replied as she went into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned.

"Come on, I wanna show you the rest of the house, it's so cool."

Catherine took my hand and we went downstairs to a well-furnished TV room with cushy furniture throughout. 

"Cheryl and I shared this place long ago." She said "had a lot of great times here. We're still part owners of it, mostly for investments."

Catherine was staying very close to me, she had a beautiful smelling perfume on. She'd since removed her jacket and her white t-shirt showed that her nipples were erect. And her breasts looked gorgeous. 

We moved back upstairs to a master bedroom that had a rustic feel to it. A huge wooden king size bed dominated the room with elegant woodwork along the sides.

"Wow, was this handmade?" I asked.

"Um, I think so. Cheryl used to date a carpenter and he built it." She explained "but then she couldn't fit it in her room, and then broke up with the guy!"

"So you got it?"

"Right."

"Then this would be..." I said slowly

"My bedroom. Well, it used to be my bedroom." She said as she sat on the bed and pulled off her weathered motorcycle boots. They were the classic black style with the round metal buckle at the heel and black straps.

"Ah, gotcha." I said "uh, dumb question, but you don't...?"

"Live here? No! I live out by the beach." She said with a big smile as she stood up. "I only come out here when I want to...have some fun."

Catherine held me even closer and kissed me deeply.

I was very shocked at how forward she was at this moment. This wasn't right. I tried to gently push her away.

"Catherine...Miss Bell...I shouldn't...we shouldn't do this."

"Why not?"

"Y-you're married and all...I know you have a..."

"Husband? Yes, I do. But if I want to fool around, I can. It's a little secret we keep."

"A secret?"

"Right, it's part of my belief system."

"Belief system?" I was very confused at this moment.

"Um, scientology." She said with a slight hesitation

"Oh, I get it now." I said "I think."

"Let me put it this way, I can fool around with another guy if I want, and he can with another woman. We still love one another and it keeps things interesting."

Catherine had a sweet smile, like I'd seen a million times on TV. Why did they always use their "TV smile" on me? I'm such a pushover.

"So...you wanna fool around?"

Her hands drifted down my chest and felt around the zipper on my jeans.

"Mmmm...this feels nice."

"I'm still not sure if this is right."

"Don't worry about it...Cheryl's gone if that's what you were wondering."

Catherine kissed me again, her tongue now found its way to mine.

"Mmmmm...you're a good kisser, Jim."

"Uh, thank you."

Her hands now gently felt my shoulders

"Now...why don't we get out of these clothes?" she said with a seductive smile.

To say I was stunned was putting it quite mildly.

Catherine stepped back slightly and her hands went down to opposite sides of her shirt and she slowly pulled it up, over, and off. 

She was definitely braless alright.

Catherine's tits were large and magnificent, had to be a large C size. Her nipples were large too. She smiled at me, she was enjoying this "unveiling" as it were.

"Like what you see?"

I could only nod in response as I tried to pull my own shirt off, my hands were shaking. Catherine's soft touch calmed me.

"Let me do it...you're gonna be fine, Jim." She said in a soft voice. "Just relax baby..." As my shirt was slowly removed, she softly kissed me. Feeling her tits against my bare chest was giving me a raging hard on. And her soft breaths were so erotic.

"I like this..." she whispered in my ear.

"I do too." I replied, my confidence slowly growing. As opposed to my dick, which was about to burst out of my jeans. Catherine kissed me again and looked at me, then down slightly at her tits, smiling.

"You can touch them." She said "they feel really nice."

I slowly reached up and touched her breasts, starting at the nipples and working my hands around slowly. Her eyes closed slightly and she sighed.

"Oh yesssss....that's it." She said as her body swayed slightly.

They were incredibly soft, I couldn't help but notice how lovely she smelled. There was no sign of the road on her. 

Catherine's hands had moved to my belt and she began to unhook it. My belt was slowly unloosened and I could feel the metal button freed, then my zipper going down. Catherine looked at me smiling still.

"This is gonna be fun." She said

I hesitantly smiled too.

Her hand now reached inside my jeans and it cupped "my package", as it were.

"Oh, you've got a nice one." She said. "Very nice."

I could feel her soft hand caressing me through my underwear, and I was getting harder the more she did it. I was still holding her generous tits but knew I should do something else. I now reached for her jeans and unhooked them the same way she did mine. 

"Yes, that's it." She said

Her jeans seemed to be tighter than mine (obviously). So getting a hand on her might not be as easy. But I was determined, nervous as hell, but determined. I started to pull her jeans down until I could see pink thong panties with tiny hearts on them.

"Interesting, no bells on them, just hearts." I joked.

She laughed at my joke.

"Very funny." She said

Catherine Bell was topless except for the cute pink panties, and now she was doing the same unveiling to me, but she went further, my jeans and underwear were slowly being pulled down until my dick revealed itself to her.

"Oooooo...very nice." She cooed as she held it in her hands and grew with her every touch. She kissed me again, then slowly began to move her hands and body downward until she was on her knees, looking up at me.

She slowly licked her lips, then her tongue touched my dick ever so softly

I tensed up slightly, this new feeling coming over me.

She now slowly licked along the length of my dick, occasionally kissing it. She pushed it upward to lick my balls and her eyes seemed to speak volumes. Now working her way back up, my dick began to disappear into her mouth, her lips swelling as it went in. Then her cheeks contracted as I could feel her sucking. Her head now began to bob up and down the top of my dick. Then all the way down and back up. She knew what she was doing.

"Feeling good?" she asked, looking up at me with those soft eyes of hers.

I could barely reply, she smiled and continued sucking.

"My god, this is a beautiful cock." She said as she jerked it a little, it was shiny from her sucking.

I looked up and saw a floor length mirror on a closet door, wow did we look sexy! Catherine on her knees, back to the mirror and showing a great ass too. My hands were softly caressing her black hair as she bobbed up and down on me. She pulled her mouth off my dick and turned to see herself in the mirror.

"Oh, don't we look sexy!" she said as she held my dick up against my waist. "Look at this...wow." she said looking at it in the mirror. It was probably at full length now. And ready for action.

Catherine smiled at her reflection, then turned to see how her tits looked next to my dick in the mirror. It was an incredibly sexy sight to say the least as she held them. They seemed to overwhelm her hands.

"Oh, this is too dirty!" she said with a laugh.

Catherine stood and kissed me slowly and lovingly.

"Touch me down there." She said

I didn't need an explanation, I knew what she meant.

My hand worked its way down to her panties, I touched her crotch and she breathed in slowly, then let out an equally slow "ohhhhh" as she felt my hand caress her panties.

"Take them off, you'll like what you find." She whispered

I knelt down and began to slowly pull her panties downward.

Catherine had a beautiful pussy, a perfect "landing strip" presented itself to me. I leaned in and softly blew on it. She breathed in again with that sexy tone. I kissed her pussy lips. They were pink, slightly swollen, and glistening. I kissed her again and my tongue began to penetrate her love nest. Her hand gently caressed my head as I began to lick her, she tasted wonderful.

"Uhhhhh....yes Jim." She moaned "just like that...just like that."

My face was almost buried in her, my tongue awash in her pussy juices. 

Catherine continued to caress my head and give breathless responses to my actions.

But I could wait no more.

I stood up and guided her onto the bed, she knew exactly what to do as she spread her legs wide and casually rubbed her pussy.

"You sure know what you're doing!" she giggled

I was stroking my dick at the sight in front of me, and trying not to wonder if I should be taking precautions, I knew I should be, though.

"Oh...there's some condoms over here." She said as she rolled over to the nightstand and pulled open a drawer. She then tossed one to me and I tried not to be self-conscious as I put it on. She smiled at me.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 43



"You're a good guy, Jim. I knew it from the moment we met."

"Um, thanks." I said sheepishly, looking down slightly.

When I looked up, she was laying on her side. Her head propped up on her arm, with her leg raised slightly.

"Come on..." she said with that little smile we'd seen on TV many times before.

I got around behind her and gently held her leg as I slid my dick inside her pussy. This was a different position I'd never tried. But Catherine loved it as she immediately moaned as I slid inside her, she was incredibly wet.

"Oh yeah..." she moaned

I couldn't believe how wet she was, I think I actually heard my dick make a squishing sound as I began to fuck her. Her back was close to my chest and my hands were holding those beautiful tits as I fucked her and kissed her neck.

"Fuck yeah..." she said quickly "fuck yeah!"

I was too enraptured by her body to say anything myself at this moment. My dick was going in and out of her almost on its own. And her tits seemed to get hotter the more I held her and fucked her. 

"Oh my god, Jim...gonna cum!" she cried as her body tensed up, then relaxed. I kissed her neck again, softly and could hear her breathing, it was so sexy. She slid off of me and lay face down on the large bed. 

She did have a nice ass.

She slowly arched herself up and showed it to me

"Do me..." she said in a slow sexy voice. "Do me this way..."

I pulled myself up too, my dick still super-hard.

I held her hips and eased my dick back into her. She now became more vocal

"Oh yeah....that's it baby."

My hands held her hips as I really started to fuck her hard, my hips banging into her ass cheeks.

"Yeah, Jim...oh god yeah!" she moaned "Fuck me!"

Oh what a hot babe!

I could see her tits swinging as I fucked her, she was letting out different sounds as we fucked, and all were hot! Even hotter was when she looked over her shoulder at me, and flashed that "TV smile" again at me.

That did it!

I fucked her harder now, making her gasp, then cry out.

"Yeah! Fuckkkmeeee!" she cried

I exploded into her at that moment, then we both collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

I slid out of her and lay back on the bed.

Catherine turned over and softly kissed my cheek.

"You're good." She said with a giggle.

"So are you." I replied.

She smiled again.

We lay on the bed as the room grew dim with the coming darkness. Catherine finally sat up and then began to dress herself.

"Whoa, a little wobbly there." She said as she stumbled a little getting her jeans back on.

I was the same as I dressed too.

"You were great, made me feel hot." She said as she kissed me.

"I'm just...overwhelmed at everything." I said.

"Aw, it's OK." She replied as we went back downstairs.

Cheryl was in the kitchen, still wearing the same robe but drinking tea.

"We're gonna take off, Cher..." Catherine said as we got our jackets.

"OK, next time I get to have him!" she replied.

I had to wonder if she was serious, Catherine knew what I was thinking.

"Hey, if you want to...it's OK." She said. "I'll even join you if you like."

"Uh, m-maybe next time." I stammered.

Catherine started up the Honda again and we headed back to town. Before I knew it, I was back at East Coast Image, and wondering if I'd really done everything with her as she rode away.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 44



East Coast Image's contribution to the annual Vanity Fair music issue gave us a sudden jump in photo offers. I liked to think it was the photos I took of Carrie Underwood. In a way, I was right. The photo I took of her outside of Tootsie's at daybreak was published in all of Vanity Fair's editions around the world, became the advertising photo for her tour, and even though it was credited to "East Coast Image", I knew it was my photo all the way. Our work caught the eye of Gretchen Wilson's people and we got an offer to do photos for her upgraded website. Chris had no interest in going back to Nashville, so the job was mine. 

The assignment was last minute, so I only brought what I needed for the photos. Gretchen would be part of a free outdoor show on Nashville's main drag along with Kellie Pickler and Julianne Hough, lovely ladies all I had to admit. Now that I think of it, maybe this was the country music world's version of the Triple Threat Tour we'd done. Pretty good lineup, if you asked me!

Downtown Nashville was a mob scene that night. There had to be close to 100,000 people on the streets and in the nearby bars. Once I made my way to the backstage area I met my contact from her agency, Mike Jensen.

"Hey! You made it!" he said when we met

"Yes, a little last minute, but what the hey." I said

"Well, your timing couldn't be better. Gretchen wants to meet with you before she goes on, just logistical stuff."

Mike led me to her tour bus, a very cool shade of black with silver stripes. Inside, she had 2 assistants on cellphones and they were calling out to Gretchen, who was apparently in the back. Her daughter Gracie was on a couch immersed in a book and seemingly oblivious to the excitement around her mom. Gretchen finally emerged in black leather pants with turquoise accents on the legs and a black Harley-Davidson tank top, her black hair looking casually unkempt, and very hot.

"What do you think, baby?" she asked Gracie

Gracie shook her head in response

"The jeans were better, mom."

"You're right."

Gretchen went back to the bedroom and a few minutes later returned wearing faded blue jeans with fashionable tears and what looked like rattlesnake skin boots.

"You're right, this is better. I'll save the leather for next time."

Mike stepped in

"Gretchen, this is Jim from..."

"Oh yes, East Coast Image. I saw your work, you guys are great. Is your crew outside?"

"Uh, no, just me...inside too."

"Perfect, less baggage." She said "OK, what I just need are some cool shots for the website, take any shots you need, just don't get in my way or the band's."

"Done."

"Great, I've gotta have a smoke." She said as she looked around for a pack, and then lit one up letting the smoke drift slowly upwards.

"Oh man, these are gonna kill me, I know it." She said "you smoke?"

"Uh, No, I never took it up. Guess I'm lucky."

"You sure are." She replied

Mike poked his head inside the bus and called

"Time, Gretchen! They're all set."

"Alright! Let's go!" she said as she jumped up from the couch.

Gretchen gave Gracie a quick kiss and said she'd see her at home on Tuesday.

I followed her out of the bus and as we went towards the stage I spotted Julianne Hough. She looked gorgeous in a glittery tank top, tan suede mini skirt and pointed toe cowboy boots. She and Gretchen exchanged greetings and Julianne gave me a quick wave and a wink as she followed her band to a reception area. Man, I should see if Mike can get us a photo deal with her!

Gretchen and her band had a pre-show prayer, then the band went onstage and counted off the opener "Here for the Party". At the top of the stairs, I scoped out where my best shots might be once the band started playing. As I stood there, Gretchen was next to me listening.

"Sound OK?" she asked

"Yeah, I love it!" I replied. Her band sounded like every cool Southern rock band I'd ever heard.

Gretchen turned to me and planted a quick kiss on my lips

"Wish me luck, Jimmy!" she said with a smile as she defiantly strolled out onstage to raucous screams from the crowd.

With her smoky eyes and straight black hair, plus the faded jeans and Harley top she wasn't the picture of a Southern belle, but a Southern rock belle. And I couldn't help but notice how she had such a nice ass too. And her breasts would make any redneck girl proud and redneck guy drool. Not to mention a northern Yankee like myself.

Gretchen was all energy onstage and threw in a cool cover of Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Truck Drivin' Man". For her encore she did an incredible cover of Heart's "Barracuda" and she looked at me when she came to the famous line of "Ooooooo...Barracuda." I smartly got a shot of that. Her smile to me said it all.

I knew I'd gotten some great photos of her as I wisely prowled the back and sides of the stage. As she was finishing her final song, "Redneck Woman" she defiantly thrust her fist into the air as the crowd yelled out its "hell, yeah!" chorus, I snapped the camera several times quickly. I doubted my timing was right but at least I tried.

"See ya next time Nashville!" she yelled to the crowd 

Gretchen was sweaty and exhausted from the show but also because it was a rather steamy evening. She was led back to her bus but still gave me a little wave and smile. I knew there was still a great photo op and went back out onstage and snapped off a few more shots from the stage, then looked down and saw her setlist taped to the stage. I carefully removed it, figuring she might autograph it for me. 

With the show over, I wondered what I should do next? My flight home wouldn't be leaving for several hours. Luckily I saw Mike.

"Hey, what's next? Anything more you need?" I asked

He looked at his watch

"Well, we're all going over to Rocky Tops, wanna come?"

"Sure, why not?" 

As we got into his truck and drove away, I suddenly had to ask

"What's Rocky Tops, anyway?"

Rocky Tops was the perfect bar, it was devoted to everything University of Tennessee-related. There were helmets, uniforms, signed photos, game posters and balls everywhere. I sure was glad I didn't wear my University of Connecticut hat there! Gretchen and her crew had taken over a back table and the beer and hot wings were in plentiful supply. She was now wearing a simple gray t-shirt, loose jeans and holding a longneck Miller beer as the jukebox played.

"Hey! It's our paparazzi!" one of them called out as I entered.

"Great! I wanna see your photos, I could see you prowling around the stage." She said

I got out my gear and quickly showed her how to click through them. 

She was excited over each one and showed it to her band mates who were also impressed.

"Oh, this one's so cool!" she said to her manager, he agreed "Wow! I look good there." 

I smiled as I sipped my beer, hearing compliments like that never got old.

One photo made her blush slightly, I had revealed a tattoo she had on her lower back of a heart with roses around it. 

"You're not supposed to see that." She said with a sly smile.

"I can always delete it..."

"Oh no, leave it." She quickly added "it's sometimes called uh, a tramp stamp."

"Ah, I see..." I said with a nod.

"Do you like it?"

"Um, it's kinda sexy." I said with a blush.

"Thanks, I got it long ago. Little memento of my wilder days."

"I always thought of getting one of those fake ones, just to freak out my Mom."

"Oh, my god, that's sneaky!" she said laughing heartily.

We both were laughing now as another round of beer and wings arrived.

"Any more photos, Jim?" Mike asked

"Oh, yes!" I pulled out my other camera and Gretchen eagerly looked at each one.

I got up to check out the jukebox nearby, it was stocked with classic country songs, definite redneck, that's for sure, and very cool, too. I had just finished off my third (or was it fifth?) beer and was heading to the bar for a refill when I heard Gretchen screech with excitement.

"This is it!" she said "This is the one!"

I turned around and she was eagerly showing the camera to Mike.

"Mike! This is it! This is the photo, I can't believe it! Wow!"

Mike called me back to the table.

"Congratulations, Hollywood." He said

Her band mates seemed to say "Hollywood?" in unison

"This is my album cover!" She said with a big smile to me

She had stopped on one of the last photos I took. I had quickly snapped off a few when she was doing "Redneck Woman" and didn't think they were that good. But to Gretchen, they were perfect. She was positively giddy as she showed the photo to everyone at the table and Mike explained to me that she was recording shows from the tour for a live album but had been struggling to find the all important photo for the album cover. 

Now she had it.

Gretchen thrusting her fist into the air along with 100,000 others made for quite a statement.

And once again, I had taken the photo! 

"It's so perfect! I really feel like a rock star there, wow!" Gretchen turned and hugged me as best she could given the confines of the table.

"You don't know how much this means to me, thank you, Jim" she said, then whispered in my ear "thank you, baby."

As we parted, her eyes and smile seemed to say a lot more.

"Man, I was so right to bring you on tonight. Carrie was right."

"Carrie?" 

"Yeah, Carrie Underwood, she said you were the best she's ever had."

I nearly spit out my beer.

"Uh, at what?" I said coughing while the other guys laughed.

"Aw, you know what I mean!" she said with a laugh and her arm around me "but I like your way of thinking!" 

Gretchen's band was a mix of good old boys and Nashville pros. Another pitcher of beer came by and I loved hearing their stories of life on the road with Gretchen. She could clearly keep up with the boys drink for drink.

"Don't forget, I used to be a bartender, Jim." She said as she poured herself another one.

She sat close to me the whole time, still fascinated by all my photos. Even the ones where her tattoo was visible.

"It seems so strange seeing it from this angle. I got it so long ago, still looks pretty good."

"Tramp stamp, that actually sounds like a song title." I said with a chuckle.

"Hey! You're right!" she said excitedly "You should be a songwriter, Jimmy!"

"Geez...the last person to call me Jimmy was my Grandmother." I said shaking my head.

We all laughed at that.

As it got later, Gretchen's band mates began to slowly say their good nights. They had 2 days off before the next round of shows started in New Orleans. I learned from Mike that Gretchen would be taking her bus down there ahead of them as she wanted to check out a studio there. 

"Hey, why don't you come with me Jim?" she said "you can get more photos for the site."

"I'd love to, but I've got a flight back to LA in..." I looked at my watch "about 2 hours."

"Aw, come on man!" Gretchen said "come with me, you can get a better flight in New Orleans, right Mike?"

"Sure, let me make some calls...what's your flight, Jim?"

I handed Mike my ticket and he went off with his cellphone.

Gretchen went off to the ladies room and I was now alone at the table, beer bottles and shot glasses mixed with chicken wings and pretzels. I was reminded of the time when I was a kid at the old Agora Ballroom and as a gag I sat alone at recently vacated table. The pyramid of leftover beer cans made others think a serious drinker was sitting there, instead of a geeky kid waiting for Robin Trower to come onstage. I had to smile at how this night had gone. 

"You're all set, kid!" Mike said as he returned "United's got flights leaving pretty much all day for LA, you can exchange your ticket for whichever one you want."

"Wow, thanks Mike!"

"No, thank you Jim. I'm gonna make sure everybody knows who did these photos."

Gretchen returned and grabbed a weathered leather purse

"All set, guys?"

"Jim's all set...thanks for a great night Gretch..." Mike said as he gave her a quick kiss "see y'all in 'Nawlins."

Gretchen looked at me

"Shall we hit the road, kid?"

"Uh, yes...lets."

Gretchen's tour bus was outside the club. Her driver, a burly guy named Red welcomed us inside.

"Let's go, Red!" Gretchen said in a jaunty tone

Red eased the bus out of the lot and we were off for the Crescent City.

Everyone I'd previously seen was gone and it was just me and Ms. Gretchen. 

I could now see the bus' interior better. It was done in shades of brown and black, almost like a rustic cabin. Gretchen went into the kitchen area and lit another cigarette as we smoothly pulled away from the club.

"Like a little whiskey, Jim?" she said as she took out a bottle of Jack Daniels

"Um, maybe a little bit...three fingers worth." I said remembering I'd said the same thing when I was with Kelly Clarkson not so long ago. "I should probably slow down a little, I think I lost track of how many beers I had."

Gretchen brought 2 glasses over and handed me one. 

"Let's have them in the back, we can relax there. But I'll warn you, this bus is very sleep inducing."

Gretchen led me into her bedroom on the bus. It was furnished similar to the rest of the bus. Her bed had a thick satin comforter, a fleece blanket with a wolf design and cushy pillows too. A large TV was mounted on the wall. Gretchen hopped onto the bed and spread her long, denim-clad legs out cowboy style. 

She tapped the space next to her on the bed.

"Have a seat Jimmy." She said

I carefully lay next to her on the bed as she clicked on the TV.

Almost immediately, I realized how right she was about her bus. The humming from the wheels on the highway was very relaxing.

"So Jim, what's life like for you out in LA? I meant to ask you that back at the bar."

"Pretty good, I must admit." I started "My friend has the photo business, best move I ever made working for him."

"You never thought of going out on your own?"

"I doubt it'd work for me alone. I actually like having some kind of structure."

"I see what you mean." She said as she sipped her whiskey "I really heard a lot of good things about your company so that's why I was so glad you could come down here, last minute and all."

"It was my pleasure, Ms. Gretchen...is it OK for me to call you that?"

Gretchen laughed heartily.

"Ha! Baby, you can call me anything you like!" she said with a big smile, very uncharacteristic of her, she always seemed to have a look that said "oh yeah?" in every photo I saw of her.

"OK, uh, I'll call you Gretchen." I said with a laugh

"Sounds good to me, babe."

And we tapped our glasses.

"So, you like my bus?" she asked as she took another sip of her drink.

"Well, big bed, nice TV, good driver...I guess I could get used to this."

Gretchen smiled.

"I like it too." She said calmly "I can't tell you how much I love those photos."

"Oh, just doing my job." I said with a shrug.

"No, I mean it. I'm taking a big risk forming my own record label and all. What you did just makes this a little easier." 

She raised her whiskey glass

"Here's to the best photographer in the world..." She said

"...Or at least the best photographer on this bus." I said as our glasses clinked together.

Gretchen laughed heartily at that. 

I couldn't help but notice she had very pretty brown hair that accented her eyes perfectly.

"You're a funny guy, Jim." She said between laughs

"Well, standup comedian, I'll never be." I said as I sipped my whiskey

"Nice guy, you'll always be." She said "not easy finding one of those, you know."

"Not available at a...what's the line...Wal-Mart discount rack?" I said quoting her "Redneck Woman" song to her

She laughed again at that.

"No, you don't find those there!" she said as she rested her head on my shoulder. I didn't realize how close she'd gotten to me. Maybe the drinks had more of an effect on me than I thought they did. She looked up at me and smiled.

I smiled back at her.

She slowly sat up and was still close to me.

"Anyone ever tell you how sweet a guy you are?" she asked

"Uh, maybe my Mom did." I replied.

Gretchen leaned in closer to me.

"I think...you're a sweet guy." She said softly

"Well, uh, thank you Ms. Gretchen."

"A sweet guy who can make me laugh is always good, you know."

We were looking into each other's eyes now. It seemed like the hum of the road and the TV sound were magically muted.

"Damn, it's getting hot in here." She said breaking the silence as she got up off the bed and started to rummage around in a pile of clothes off to the side.

"Gracie sometimes sleeps in here too, so that's why it's a little messy now."

"Doesn't bother me," I said "reminds me of my condo sometimes."

Gretchen found a pair of satin boy shorts.

"Hope you don't mind, I'm gonna put these on." She said

Before I could reply, she'd unsnapped her jeans and removed them. I got a quick glimpse of bright red panties before she put the shorts on.

"Ah, that's better." She said

Her legs weren't too bad either, kinda muscular but very nice. I doubted she was the workout-queen type. She still wore the grey t-shirt from the bar.

"Gets hot wearing jeans all the time." She said

I could see red nail polish on her toes, a very nice shade of red, too.

"Do you guys photograph a lot of Hollywood hotties?" she asked.

"We've done a few, but it's just work."

"Yeah, bunch of airheads if you ask me."

"Oh, I don't know...some of them are okay." I said "We did the photos for this movie with Blake Lively, she's on..."

"Oh! Gossip Girl! Gracie loves that show! I can't figure out why...geez it's nothing but money on that show. Anyways, I'm sorry, go ahead."

"Right, we did the photos for her movie, she's a sweet girl, was really into her character, asked a lot of questions about where we were filming, she did her homework, I'll say that."

"What movie was it?"

"Dreamer."

"You're kidding! I got the script for that film, somebody had the idea I should try acting and wanted me to be in that."

"No way!"

"Oh yeah, I'm no actress, believe me!"

"You know, you might've been good in that. What part was it?"

"Uh, I think I was running some bar in the film Janis hung out in."

"Joplin?"

"Uh-huh. They were gonna do some kinda CGI shit and have her sitting with me."

"Man, that would've been..."

"Creepy. That's why I said no. I've got too much respect for her." 

"Well...I think if it's done right it might've been good. As long as you didn't have like a conversation with her. If you're just in the background with her for like a minute or two that's not bad. You know, like in Forrest Gump, it was kinda cool there."

"OK, maybe you're right. Like a refill?" she asked holding her whiskey glass.

"Uh, sure. I must be developing a taste for this stuff, I never did in the past. I got sick as a dog last time I had any."

Gretchen got off the bed and went back to the kitchen area and refilled my whiskey glass. 

"Well, I like it...makes me feel good." She said with emphasis on 'good'

"Smooth stuff." I said as I took a long sip.

"Yeah, makes things a little more mellow." She said as she sat back on the bed, closer to me now than before. "So, is there a lucky lady in your life, Jimmy?"

"Nah, haven't had the time for that. What about you?"

"Nope, same story as you. I was seeing a guy off and on awhile back. I think a lot of guys are put off by me anyway."

"Why?'

"Oh, I don't know. They probably still think I'm some kind of tough girl, I guess."

"Well, I never saw myself as a ladies man, anyway." 

"Oh, man...you're too modest." She replied

"I am?"

"Uh-huh...you're a sweet guy..." she said, her voice became more of a whisper as she got closer to me "I like sweet guys..." Her lips were just slightly open and I could see her tongue lick her lips slightly.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 44



Gretchen kissed me softly on my cheek, I could feel excitement growing in my jeans.

We were inches apart from one another

"And I like you..." she slowly whispered

"I like me too..." I replied, then realized my gaffe

We both laughed.

I kissed her just as softly on her lips.

She responded with an equally soft and lingering kiss on mine.

"Whoa...that was nice." I said

Gretchen smiled

"Yeah...I liked it too...wanna kiss some more?"

"Yes." I said as we kissed deeper, her tongue had slipped in and touched mine. I gently moved her backwards onto the bed. My arm worked its way under her back and as we kissed, the more we were becoming intertwined. Gretchen made soft moans as we kissed.

"Oh, Jim...you are somethin' babe." She said softly.

"You are too...you feel nice." I said

"You too...kiss me." She whispered

I did, it was beautiful to experience.

I knew my dick was straining my jeans the closer I got to her soft and warm body, I knew Gretchen could feel it too. Her soft moans were so sexy to hear as we continued to kiss. My finger softly traced her brown hair and her deep brown eyes looked beautiful.

"Oh Jim...you are somethin'..." she said again.

Gretchen's hands went under my shirt and I felt them as they went down my sides and back, softly caressing me, as if she eventually wanted to get my shirt off.

"Baby...sit up." She said

I sat up, Gretchen did the same and slowly drew my t-shirt off me, smiling all the while. Her hands softly traced lines up and down my chest (My lack of six-pack abs didn't seem to bother her) making me shudder, and making her giggle.

"I'm sorry, you look so nice with your shirt off." She said

"Thank you." I replied

She continued to caress my chest and kiss me softly. She kissed my neck and chest. She worked her way back up to my neck and cheek. 

"Would you like to take my shirt off?" she whispered in my ear

I looked at her now, and her smile said it all.

I reached for the sides of her grey shirt and slowly drew it off of her. "Oh my..." I said as her breasts were revealed to me and she casually tossed her brown hair back once the shirt was completely off her.

I didn't realize it but she had been topless the whole time we'd been at the bar.

"So, do I look like one of those Hollywood girls?"

"You look...beautiful..." I said in a halting voice.

Gretchen Wilson had perfectly shaped B-cup breasts with bright pink nipples.

"Thank you Jim...kiss me, please." She said

Gretchen and I kissed long and lovingly as our chests touched and we held one another. Her head was on my shoulder now.

"You're making me feel special already, Jim. It's been so long since anyone made me feel like this." She said softly "...and I love it."

"I'm just trying to get my head around how this is all happening to me."

"Well, it is darlin'." She said as she looked at me "It really is."

We kissed again and I now reached for her breast, she inhaled deeply.

"Oh yessss...yes, touch me there...uh-huh..." her voice became more breathy as

I gently caressed her breast and the nipple instantly became erect as I worked it through my fingers.

"Yes, Jim...oh that feels so nice." She sighed "Oh baby..."

My head slowly went down and my tongue touched her breast. She didn't flinch as my tongue touched it. Slowly I moved to her nipple and began to lick and suck it. 

"Oh baby...uh-huh...that's it...oh yesssss..." she sighed

My lips, tongue and hand were very much on her breasts, and she loved it.

She continued to moan and breathe in a sexy way. She laughed slightly as she pulled my face off her and kissed me again.

"Last person who loved my boobs this much was my daughter!" 

We both laughed again. 

I looked down and could see her satin shorts, they were an electric shade of red. I kissed her again and my hand reached down to touch them. They were satiny smooth. But Gretchen stopped my hand from going further.

"No...not yet honey." She said "there's more I want to do first...why don't you slip those jeans off, honey."

I gingerly began to unbuckle them, sliding the zipper down as best I could given our position on the bed.

"Um, maybe I should stand up and do this." 

She nodded.

I got off the bed, unbuckled my jeans, then slid the zipper down and slowly removed them. Leaving me in my underwear, where my erection could definitely be seen. Gretchen sat up on her knees and we were at eye level now. She kissed me and I felt her hand cupping my "package" as it were.

"Mmmm...I think this'll be nice."

Her hands gently kneaded my balls as we kissed.

"Mmmm...nice, baby...so nice..." she said softly, then began kissing my neck and shoulders. She looked into my eyes now.

"Are you OK?" she asked "Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Yes, very..." I replied.

"Good...'cause I like you...I like how you make me feel."

"You make me feel good too."

She smiled, so unlike the Gretchen the world saw.

Taking a deep breath (as did I), her hands went down to my sides and slowly slid my underwear down and my dick revealed itself to her in all its glory.

"Well, ain't you ready for fun?" she said to me in an exaggerated southern drawl.

"I guess I was a little more excited than I thought."

"Hey, I like that, baby."

Gretchen's hands immediately began to caress my dick, her fingers were incredibly soft as they went up and down its length making it even harder. 

"You've got a nice head." she said as her fingers played with its mushroom-shaped head. Her tongue began to slowly touch the tip and then circle around the head. She blew softly on it too. 

"Like that?"

I nodded.

Gretchen smiled again and her lips and mouth began to slowly envelop my dick. I could hear a sexy "mmmm" from her as she began to slide up and down my dick making it slippery. 

"Oh, honey..." she said softly

I was standing on the floor and she was sitting on the bed slowly licking and enveloping my dick. I guess I was lucky we were traveling a smooth stretch of road as it felt so good what she was doing. Her hand now began to stroke my dick, the head inches away from her face. 

"You've got a nice one, baby." She said with a smile. "It's your turn now."

Gretchen stood up and slid her shorts down, showing her red satin panties fully now, they looked beautiful.

"Touch me..." she said as she took my hand and placed it on her crotch. It was very warm and just slightly wet. Gretchen breathed in slowly, her breasts heaving upward. "Oh yes, that's it...I love being touched there...especially when it's by someone like you, Jim."

"Thank you." I said as I kissed her

My hand softly rubbed her crotch, I loved how soft and warm if felt.

Gretchen slowly pulled down her panties, then stepped out of them, leaving her naked in front of me. 

"Jim...please kiss me down there...do whatever you like."

She sat on the bed and spread her legs open, her pussy looked beautiful and sexy as hell with its dark hair, trimmed slightly. I knelt down and softly kissed it. Glistening even in the soft light of the room, it tasted so nice as my tongue softly licked it. She made small, soft moaning sounds the more I licked. I felt her fingers run through my hair, then could see her lean back so she was resting on her elbows.

"Oh yeah, baby...oh yes...ohhhh yes." She moaned

I used my finger to probe her as well as my tongue, making her shiver in ecstasy. Her breathing became more rapid.

"Oh yeah...oh yeah...uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh...oh god baby!"

I looked up slightly and saw she was flat on her back, casually touching her nipples with her eyes closed. I stood up and lay atop her and we kissed.

"I'm ready now..." she whispered "I want you so bad...come on..."

I slowly rose from the bed

"Don't worry about anything honey, I'm protected." She said 

Well, good to have that question answered before it was even asked.

Gretchen's legs were opened wide as I took my dick and rubbed it a little on her pussy, its moisture and her sucking had kept it slick.

I slid my dick into Gretchen Wilson.

She let out a long, slow "Ohhhhh..." as it went inside her. Her pussy enveloped me and its warmth already had me excited as I began to fuck her.

"Yeah, honey...oh god that's it...fuck me...fuck me." She gasped

I did her smooth and steady. We were staring into one another's eyes and her smile said it all, she was loving everything I did.

I tried not to fuck her faster but the feeling she gave me was tough to hold back and I fucked her harder, making her moan even more. Her breasts looked so hot as we fucked. I slowed down, wanting to make things last. Gretchen's breathing slowed too.

"Mmmm...that's nice...lemme ride you cowboy." She said in that distinctive voice.

I rolled over onto the bed while still inside her, getting an "oh!" from her and a laugh.

Gretchen swung her hair back and now showed me the "tough girl" look she was famous for as she leaned backwards, tucked her legs in and began to rock herself atop me, her tits heaving upward as we fucked.

"Huh-yes...uh-huh...yes...uh-huh..." she moaned "fuck me...oh yeah fuck me Jim..."

Wow! Did I feel like a stud now!

Gretchen leaned down and we kissed as I held her close to me. She felt very soft all over. She got close to my ear and whispered, oh so seductively...

"You're so fuckin' good Jim...oh so fuckin' good..."

Gretchen kissed me again, then leaned back up and really began to bounce on my dick playing with and caressing her tits as she did this. My hands were on her hips, guiding her every move

"Oh yeah! Huh-yeah! Oh god baby...oh yes...oh yeah...OH YEAH!" she cried out as she flung her head backwards. "Oh yeah...oh baby...oh yessss..." her voice quieted as she slowly collapsed into my arms. "You feel so good Jim."

"So do you..." I was feeling just as good as she was.

Gretchen slowly rolled off me, then ran her fingers through her hair and looked over at me, still hard.

"Wanna go for more, huh?" she said with a smile.

"Hey...must-must be that redneck power of yours." I said as I got on top of her.

"Awww, baby...come here." She said as we embraced.

I reached down and felt my hardness and then slid it back into Gretchen, she gasped again, then relaxed again as I felt her hot pussy envelop my dick and I began thrusting into her again, she sounded just as sexy with just her moans and heavy breathing. But now her arms and legs were wrapped around me and we were bonded as one. 

I really fucked her now, my thrusts into her were with passion and she felt so good, so good, so good.

My breathing now got rapid and I felt my explosion build.

"Baby...gonna...gonna cum...oh my god Gretchen..." I said rapidly

"Yes, baby! Do it! Do it baby!" she said rapidly

I exploded with a low roar from within.

Gretchen let out a cry of passion, her eyes closed. 

"Oh god! I feel it! I can feel you!" she cried

I had collapsed into her arms, which lovingly held me. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I felt her hand caress my head.

"Mmmmm baby...that felt wonderful." I heard her whisper.

"I hope I was, um..." I stuttered

She shook her head

"Baby...wonderful..." she said repeatedly with a smile, a loving smile of ecstasy as her eyes slowly closed. I guess it was her way of telling me I was wonderful.

It was maybe an hour later when I awoke. Gretchen's naked body was next to me. We had apparently turned over so I was holding her from behind as we slept. The bedroom was still bathed in soft light. Somehow the TV had been switched off. 

I found my glass of whiskey and took a last sip. I heard Gretchen stir and turn over to look at me.

"Hey, hot stuff." She said

"Hey, you." I replied

She gave me a quick kiss and sat up. 

"Mind if I smoke?"

"Go ahead."

I just now noticed in the corner by the bed was a beautiful Gibson acoustic guitar. 

"Nice guitar." I said

"Thanks, you play?"

"Very badly, I'm afraid. I figured out long ago that if I couldn't physically play guitar I could learn as much about them. That's a Hummingbird, isn't it?"

"You betcha, it sounds beautiful." She said as she exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

"Um, mind if I, uh-"

"Sure! Go ahead, try it out."

I gingerly picked it up and delicately ran my fingers over the strings.

"Man, feels nice." I said.

I tried to finger the chords I heard in my head as I tried to create the words.

"She's got a...tramp stamp...got it long ago..." I tried to sing

Gretchen watched me intently.

"Used to be a good girl...but...she wasn't...long ago..."

Now she looked like she heard what I was trying to create.

"Red and bold...it's like a...badge of honor" I tried to sing

"For all the good girls who still scream and holler." She sang back to me.

We now looked at each other, didn't matter we were still naked.

"That's pretty good, Jimmy." She smiled "I like that. I like it a lot."

"Thanks." I shrugged.

"No, I mean it, that's really good." She said. "Do you mind?" 

I gave her the guitar and she thought for a minute.

"How does this sound?" she started to sing and play the melody I created, it was much closer to how I heard it in my head.

"Yes, that's it." I said

"OK, cool." She said "I'd like to try and finish this song when we get to New Orleans."

"Uh, sure! Yes, I'd love to hear it."

Gretchen pressed down on the intercom

"Red? How much further do we have to go?"

"About another hour." He responded

"Thanks. If you see any place to get breakfast let me know." She said while smiling at me.

"10-4"

Not much later we pulled into a Denny's and the morning crowd there did more than few double takes when Gretchen Wilson walked in with this geeky looking guy and ordered breakfast. There were just as many when a huge tour bus pulled up at the airport later on.

"I can't thank you enough, Jim." She said as we stood outside the bus and gave me a last kiss. "You'll be hearing from me soon."

"OK, it was wonderful meeting you and all." I said

She smiled slyly.

"Carrie was right."

I was confused.

"Uh, about what?"

"I think you know what I mean. Bye, Jim." She said as she went back inside the bus and it slowly pulled away.

Gretchen's live album came out two months later and prominently featured the photos I took. Just as she'd said, the photo with her fist raised was on the front cover. Chris and I were overjoyed at how this gig had turned out. We each got autographed copies of the CD and a big framed poster for the album. 

But the bigger surprise came not long after.

I got a letter addressed to me from ASCAP, which I knew as the main organization musicians and composers used for royalty payments. I opened it and found a check inside for several thousand dollars. The accompanying statement indicated it was songwriting royalties for the song "Tramp Stamp". It listed the composers as Gretchen Wilson and...me. To say I was confused was putting it mildly. I immediately did a quick computer search related to the song and found it appeared on the live album we'd just received copies of. And its position on Billboard's Country chart was number 10.

I'd co-written a top 10 song.

Just when I think I have this town figured out, I don't.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 45



"Oh, now I know he's lost his mind!" Chris said as he got off the phone.

"Who has?" I replied.

"Who else? Marty."

"What'd he do now?" 

Tigress' manager Marty O'Brien had been saying that some new gigs with "the girls" (as he put it) would be coming soon. They had a new album to promote and between the photo shoots we usually worked, Chris explained he had a new appearance in mind for them on the CBS soap opera "The Young and the Restless".

"You're right, he has lost his mind." I replied "but it is a novel idea. It's not just Mom's watching you know. I know a girl that's in Grad school who has a daily viewing club, probably a blog for all I know. Oh, there was also-"

"Hollywood..." He interjected while staring stone-faced at me "Your logic is scary sometimes." 

I knew this was his way of saying I was right.

And I should also quit philosophizing while I was ahead.

In other words, shut up!

Marty gave us the lowdown on his plans. Tigress would be appearing on the show as a new music act playing a club in the show's fictional town of Genoa City, Wisconsin. I was hoping we wouldn't be part of the show like the time we were in London (although my encounter with Hilary Duff there was rather nice). 

This was one time when being naïve` about everything helped. I didn't know anyone from the cast so I didn't try to do any stargazing. I figured the better dressed people must be cast members. We were shuttled to the nightclub set where the girls would do their performance and we'd snap photos. But Marty, being the publicity hound he was, grabbed me.

"Hey! Get some shots with the cast, Jim." He said

"OK" I said before leaning in close to him "now tell me who's in the cast?"

Marty had this exasperated look on his face, then quickly looked around for someone, anyone.

"Uh, I'd love to be in a photo." A voice said nearby.

"Great! Right this way..." he said as he guided a pretty blonde wearing a dark pantsuit with a silky white blouse underneath. "What's your name, darling? Just so the girls know, obviously."

"Sharon Case, I'll be in this scene." She said with a smile. "I play Sharon Newman on the show."

"Great!" Marty said again as I followed him. "This is Jim, he does the photos for their website."

I gave a slight wave to her as Marty pulled the girls together.

"Snap away, Hollywood." Marty said

"Right, boss." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Hollywood? How'd you get a name like that?" Sharon asked with a laugh.

"Because he's a star!" Candy from Tigress said making all three laugh.

That made me blush somewhat. I knew very little about this show, but if this girl Sharon was on it, I might just add this to my TV viewing. She looked hot.

Chris and I stood off to the side of the set while Tigress filmed their scenes in the club. He was idly checking his phone for messages and seemed pretty bored by everything. I tried to get an idea of what Sharon's storyline might be as she did her dialogue with another actor who seemed to be her husband on the show. Then she had a heated exchange with another character. This wasn't quite as thrilling to watch as when we were working on Blake Lively's film, but Sharon sure looked hot nonetheless. 

Then Tigress had their big moment as they performed. I snapped away as Marty stood by, giving me little hints of great shots. Surprisingly, they nailed their performance in 3 takes. Either they were so professional or the directors had a schedule to keep, and retakes were not encouraged. Tigress had finished their work for the day they'd be called back for another scene tomorrow. So our work was done.

As I was packing up our gear, Sharon came over to me.

"So Jim, what do you think of this?" she asked "Oh, wait! I should call you Hollywood shouldn't I?"

"Please, Jim is fine. I've never seen the show, but my sister was a fan, so I don't know much about what goes on here."

"Oh, there's a lot!" she laughed "I've been on here for like 10 years."

"Really? I guess a lot's happened to you."

"Oh yes, let's see...I've been married 4 times, had 3 kids, been accused of murder, been kidnapped, couple of affairs...but other than that I'm pretty normal." She said with a ho-hum expression.

We both laughed.

"I'm an amateur compared to some of the others here." She said as she looked at her cast mates. "But they're great, they've been doing this show so long, they're the reason it's still on."

Sharon was then called away by the director

"Hey, I'll see you later Jim." She said as went away to makeup.

Marty was nearby

"Hey, any idea when this'll be aired?"

"I think in like a week, why?"

"Oh, just wondering." I said as I followed Chris out to his Jeep.

"Well, you watched a soap opera being made...your life is complete." Chris said with his usual sarcasm.

"Possibly..." I replied.

The weather in Los Angeles had been lousy all week, but with the sun out the following Saturday, I finally had a chance to wash my SLK. We'd become friendly with the owner of a mega-sized car wash called "Clean Machines" and we had a guaranteed discount at the place. It was a huge operation with about 10 self-service wash bays plus automated washes and every conceivable cleaning supply available. I wasn't the only one with the same idea that day. The bays all had large glass windows, the only reason why was I guess the designer thought it would be cool to see everyone else washing their car. The SLK was getting the premier treatment (of course) and as I was crouched down to wash the tires, I heard a low, mean sounding rumble from the bay next door. I looked up and a gorgeous navy blue Corvette was pulling in. Man, did this car sound and look great! It had to be an early 70's model. The Vette's owner's back was to me, but it was a shapely blonde girl wearing khaki shorts and what appeared to be a Grateful Dead tank top. She crouched down and seemed to be using a big sponge to wash the mag wheels. Giving me what seemed to be a glimpse of her thong panties. Then she stood and bent over the hood and got a big lather working onto the long hood of the Corvette. She lathered up the car with slow, loving movements of her hands. She continued to work this soapy magic all over the car. At one point she bent over and I could see a gorgeous ass, this girl had spent a lot of time in the gym! Once the Corvette was awash in soap suds, she went over and adjusted the high-powered spray nozzle to give the car a good rinse. As the suds dissipated, the car began to truly shine. And I could finally see the owner when she removed her gold rimmed Aviator sunglasses and they casually hung by a thin strap around her neck, looking so sexy, too.

It was Sharon!

I don't know if it was coincidental but the hose I was holding suddenly spurted out a huge stream of water (subliminal message, perhaps). I quickly shut it off and wondered if I should try to catch her attention. 

"Well, here goes nothin'." I said to myself

I went over to the huge window and knocked as best as I could, hoping to get her attention.

After just a few knocks, she looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Hey!" she called "You're here too?"

"Yes, giving my car a much needed cleaning." I said pointing to the SLK.

"Same here..." she said pointing to the Corvette.

"That car's yours?" I asked, amazed

"Sort of, it's really my Dad's, he used to work for Chevy long ago and he's had that car forever. He has me store it out here, and I get to drive it on days like this. I just have to clean it and do the oil changes and stuff."

"Wow, it's a beauty."

"Aw, thanks. It's so cool to drive..." then added in a slightly excited voice "..and it's wicked fast!" 

"I'll bet!" I said with equal excitement in my voice.

"You have much more to do on your car?" she asked

"Not much, why?"

"I figured we could, um, get some coffee or..." her voice trailed off and she twirled her blonde hair on her finger slightly, like she was nervous. "We didn't get to talk much that day on the set."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Let me finish up and I'll help you with the monster machine here." I said pointing to the Vette.

Sharon and I laughed as I went back to finish rinsing off my car. I quickly finished up, parked it nearby, and went back to help Sharon.

She had now worked up a thick mix of soap and car cleaner in her hands with a big sponge. With a slow motion she worked all around the top of the car, then down its low-slung body. I was trying to concentrate on cleaning the silver mag wheels, but watching her was incredibly sexy. Somehow, I finished the drivers' side wheels and moved over to the passenger side where Sharon was. Again, it was hard to concentrate when her perfectly smooth legs were only a few feet away, and with only thin brown sandals on her feet. Sharon noticed where I was now.

"You missed a spot." She said.

"Where?"

"The big silver things on the tires." She said pointing at the tires.

"Oh yeah, those things!" I said

She laughed as she quickly spritzed me with the hose. She knew what I was looking at. I got the message, but the water did feel kinda nice since it was pretty hot today. I worked my way to the back of the 'Vette, the soap was really making the car shine.  

"Yeah, looking good!" she said as she got the powerful hose and began to rinse off the car. 

As she finished rinsing it off, she stepped back to get a good look at this example of Detroit muscle at its finest.

"Wow, looks great!" she said with a big smile

"Man, you're right." I agreed

"Alright, let's celebrate." She said as she gathered up all her cleaning gear and stuffed it into an old Nike gym bag. "You know the Dunkin' Donuts up the road?"

"Oh, sure."

"OK, meet you up there, I love their Coolattas" she said.

Sharon put on her gold aviators and the Corvette roared to life.

"See you there." She said with a smile as she drove out of the wash bay and I went to my more sedate Mercedes to follow her.

A few minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot. To my surprise, Sharon was talking to 2 excited girls who seemed to recognize her from her TV work.

"Hey! Just in time!" she said as I walked over to her "We need someone to take pictures." She said with a laugh.

"Oh, how convenient!" I replied.

The girls excitedly asked her about "Young and the Restless" and what her character was doing right and wrong as I snapped photos for them.

"Thank you, Sharon!" one said with a giggle as they walked away.

"Does that happen a lot?" I asked.

"You know, not a lot. Maybe that's an advantage to being on daytime TV." 

Sharon and I got our Coolattas and sat outside the shop watching the people and cars go by.

"So, how long have you been doing photos?" she asked.

"'Bout a year, I guess. The guy who runs the company is an old friend of mine and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse to come out here and work for him."

"Nice, good to have friends like that."

"How'd you get into acting?"

"Oh, I always wanted to do this. I just kept plugging away at it. This isn't my first soap anyway."

"Really?"

"Nah, it's like my third." She said as she sipped her drink "I had really lousy parts before. What about you?"

"What? Lousy parts?" 

"Yeah, well, had any lousy photo jobs?"

"Oh yes!" I said with a snort and a chuckle "There's been a couple of those. Not to name names, but a few people were really rough on us"

"Come on! I wanna know!" she said

"OK, we had to shoot photos for Rihanna, and she had this crew of guys that looked like ex-wrestlers...and she was in a grouchy mood..."

I didn't mention the great encounter I had with her in the hotel pool the next day

"Well, in the end it worked out OK. She's a nice lady...Great ambassador for her country."

Sharon smiled and twirled her straw as she listened.

"I guess you redeem the photo guys of the world." She said

"How so?"

"Well...you're not a paparazzi, you treat everyone very nicely...and...you know how to wash a car."

"Oh, well...it's my, uh, hidden talent."

"Have any others?" she asked with a smile as she rested her head on her left hand and idly twirled her straw.

"Like what?" I asked, unsure what she referred to.

"Well...I could see you staring at my legs."

I felt her toes touch mine

"And...I think you're now staring at my boobs." She said.

She had me there, tripped up by my manly instincts again. She was leaning in slightly giving me a definite view of her C-size tits.

"Now that you mention it...that shirt does flatter them."

(When did I suddenly become Mr. Cool?)

"Thanks...I've always liked them too." She said

"The band on the shirt...or what's in the shirt?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, their logo has never looked better." I said referring to the dancing bears on her shirt.

"So, what do you think we should do about this?" she asked as she continued to twirl her straw, then remove it and provocatively lick the end while smiling at me.

I could only watch her and be incredibly turned on. I knew my dick was getting hard but I also had to come up with a clever response, too.

"I think we should find someplace a little more, uh, private." I finally said.

"Like that place over there?" Sharon said using her straw to point to a Holiday Inn Express hotel down the street

"I think that might work."

"I think we've found our place." She now said.

"OK. Shall we, uh, depart?"

"We should." She replied with a sly smile.

We slowly got up from the table and headed to our respective vehicles. Sharon's 'Vette roared to life again and I followed her to the hotel. She looked so hot with her sunglasses on and her blonde hair in the sun. 

As our cars pulled up to the hotel, I was incredibly nervous for some reason. I'd never used a hotel for something like this.

"Get a nice room, honey." She said as I went inside.

I was trying to be cool as I talked to the desk clerk, an equally pretty redhead.

"Will you be staying long, sir?" she asked

"Um, j-j-just overnight." I somehow said.

She turned to her computer and I looked out the door at Sharon, sitting in the classic blue Corvette. She pulled her sunglasses down slightly and waved with that "TV smile" she'd probably perfected.

Oh my, what I get myself into sometimes...

"Okay...sign here." The desk clerk said as she pointed to a credit card register with a well manicured finger, topped with electric red nail polish, jolting me back to reality in the process.

I walked back outside to Sharon.

"Looks we are in...room 711." I said.

"Hey, a lucky number." She replied.

"Looks like it."

The Vette rumbled to life and she slowly drove it down the parking lot to a space outside the room. I followed.

The key card operated smoothly and the door clicked open. Sharon and I strolled inside. She casually looked around, still looking hot even after washing her car. I had no idea what to do now. I'd done some illicit things before but I'd never had a girl motivate me to suddenly get a hotel room in the middle of the day.

"So, Jim..." she said slowly and seductively as she sat on the bed "is this a fantasy of yours?"

"Uh, well..." 

Sharon giggled slightly

"This is just like a scene in my show, now that I think about it." She said in a normal tone.

"You're right. It does seem very soap-ish."

"Which one of us is the cheating spouse?" she asked with a grin "Usually on the show it's me!" she said with a laugh.

"Maybe it should be me, then." I replied.

"That's different."

Sharon stood and embraced me, then softly kissed me.

"What would you like to do?" she whispered in my ear.

A small grin came across my face as the possibilities raced around my head. Sharon began to giggle. She knew what I was thinking too. Then a small breath came from her, like a mini orgasm.

I kissed Sharon.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of crystal blue and they glowed even in the dim light of our room. She kissed me back, her lips felt warm, wet and inviting. 

"Oh, you feel nice, Jim." She said softly

"So do you." I could smell a hint of perfume on her. I just hoped it wasn't essence of Turtle Wax. It mixed with whatever sweat we'd worked up washing our cars.

"Jim, I wanna get more comfortable, how about you?"

"Yes, I do."

Sharon slowly broke our embrace and went towards the bathroom.

"Give me a minute, babe." She said "Get in bed, honey."

I closed the shades further so that only hints of sunlight crept in. I took a few deep breaths too. It never ceases to amaze me how things like this can happen to me. I quickly stripped and got under the covers.

I heard a light switch click off and in the dim light could see Sharon come out clad only in a thick white hotel towel that she held loosely around her.

"I hope you don't mind." She said. "It's not like they have a lingerie section in there."

"I love it."

"Show me how much you love it." She said as she sat down beside me.

I worked up my courage and embraced her, she held me and the towel felt looser. She quickly got a hold of it.

"Not just yet." She whispered.

She slowly pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. Then reached for a side of the towel and loosened it, then took my hand so I was holding an end of it. I gave it a small tug and it fell from her.

Sharon Case was naked in front of me.

Her breasts were nicely sized with tiny pink nipples. And there didn't seem to be a hint of hair between her legs. 

"You look beautiful." I said

"So do you." She said as she placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly ran them down my chest.

"Join me." I said as I pulled the covers back on the other side of me. Sharon stood and slowly walked over, she was smiling slightly as she got into bed with me and we embraced. Her body felt smooth and warm thanks to the hot sun as we kissed. 

"Mmmmm Jim...so nice..." she said softly in my ear. "God you feel nice."

Our bed felt cool as our bodies moved about, the sheets must've been brand new. Sharon began to try and mount me, the bed sheets began to slip away as she was atop me, she now got a look at what I had between my legs.

"My, impressive!" she said as she held my dick against her lower belly.

I could only smile and jokingly shrug my shoulders as if it was no big deal to me, which made her laugh.

Sharon now began to slide my dick through her soft hands.

"Feeling good, honey?" she said in a soft voice.

"Oh yes, very...very good." I said, my breaths beginning to come rapidly.

"Think you can make me feel good too?"

"Yes...I wanna...wanna make you feel good too."

"Show me." She said.

Sharon let go of my dick and slowly crawled up so her pussy was inches from my face. She braced herself against the headboard of the bed. Her pussy looked beautifully pink. My tongue slowly made its way to her and she immediately gasped as she felt it touch her.

"Oh! That's it..."

I began to lick Sharon's pussy. My tongue now probed its way inside her and I put my hands on her cute ass and caressed it, just as she had done to my dick.

"Ohhhhh yyyyyes!" she moaned "You know just...just what to do!"

Sharon's pussy tasted wonderfully sweet as my tongue found its way to her clit and I flicked my tongue around it. It was a little tough to see what I was doing so I'm only guessing if that was where I was, whatever the case ('scuse the pun), she was nice! 

Sharon started to moan more loudly now

"Uh-huh...uh-huh...ohhhhh gggggooddd...ohhhhhhhyyyyesssssss!" she cried.

Her legs buckled and she slowly removed herself from my mouth and lay back on the bed, her head dangling slightly over the edge. She ran her fingers through her slightly mussed hair. She looked incredible sprawled across the bed, in such a casual state of ecstasy

"That felt great!" she said in an exhausted tone





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"Ready for more?" I asked

"Oh yeah." She said with a sly smile "...oh yesssss..."

She pulled herself up and turned around so her head was on the pillows, legs spread wide. I got on top of her and my dick slid effortlessly into her pussy. She didn't gasp or moan when I entered her, just a satisfied smile came over he face.

"Ohhhhhh...fuck me Jim...you've got it..." she said softly

Sharon felt beautiful as I began to fuck her, her pussy wrapped around my dick. My arms went around her back and I pulled her closer so we could kiss as we fucked. Sharon's fingers started to dig into my back as we kissed.

"Uh-huh baby...do me...do me baby...oh yesss...oh yeah..." she moaned

Her voice was so seductive.

I slowed down and lay atop her, letting her feel my dick fully inside her. But I couldn't stay still, I knew I wanted her more, wanted to feel this blonde beauty, send her over the edge.

Go for it, Jim.

I fucked her harder now, the bed began shaking, the headboard hitting the wall. 

"Yeah baby! Oh god yeah!" she cried out "Oh...oh...oh...oh!"

Her breaths became even more rapid

"Oh GOD! UH-HUH! YESSSSSSS....OHGGGGODDDDDDD....!!!"

That now sent me over the edge and with a final thrust, I came inside her.

We were both exhausted, our breaths sounding like marathon runners. Sharon's eyes were closed then they slowly opened.

I kissed her softly on her lips.

"Wow...you feel so good." She said.

"It was...incredible." I said as I tried to catch my breath.

I rolled off her and she lay with her head on my chest.

"Oh, I can feel your heart beating." She said

I could only smile in response.

We were now lost in the silence of our room.

She sat up slightly so I could see her face.

"So, how'd you like fucking a soap star?" she said with a smile.

"Tune in tomorrow, maybe I'll find out."

We both laughed.

"It was fun, this was sort of a fantasy for me." She said

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. I always wanted to do something like this, meet a guy and end up in a hotel for an afternoon. They do it on my show, why not in real life?"

"That makes sense."

"I just hope there aren't any paparazzi waiting for us outside."

Sharon reached down for my wrist to check the time.

"Mmmm...I need to get going." She said

"Going?" I asked, stunned she'd want to leave so quickly.

Sharon's lovely naked body got out of the bed and went back to the bathroom to get her clothes.

"Yep, my boyfriend is gonna wonder where I was with his car."

"Wait a minute! I thought you said it was your Dad's?"

"No, it's his." She said as she came out of the bathroom and was putting her shirt back on "He let me borrow it today."

She brushed her hair in the room's mirror. When she was sufficiently pretty again, she reached into her purse for a small piece of paper and a pen.

"This really is a soap opera." I said, still trying to comprehend how things had changed so suddenly.

"Looks like you were the star of it, huh?" she said with a smile as she turned around and leaned against the dresser. "...In a hotel, with your mistress."

I smiled at her now, this whole afternoon had been bizarre to say the least.

Sharon walked over and handed me a slip of paper.

"Call me, next time we'll play at your place." She said

She gave me a soft and lovely kiss.

"I loved this, I wanna do it again." She said softly.

I got a last, lovely look at that ass before she walked out the door and into the late afternoon.

Did I feel used? Well, not so much.

Did I want to see her again? 

Absolutely.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 46



It was well after midnight, and my condo was beautifully quiet. Even Smokie the cat was asleep. Lying in my king-size bed, a lovely lady curled up beside me. The curve of the bed sheets showed she was naked underneath, as was I. 

The lady was Blake Lively, she looked so beautiful in slumber. The evening had been special, but then any evening with her was always special.

The days leading up to this night were a story in themselves. I was still trying to keep all the players and their actions straight... 

"You'll never believe who called." Chris said as I arrived at East Coast Image one morning

"Gee, let me guess...Paris? Lindsay? Your mother?" I replied

"Ha-ha, Chuck Tyler."

"You're kidding?"

"I took the call myself. He's back in town."

Early in our business, we'd made an important contact in Chuck Tyler. He was the one who brought Tigress to our firm via a debut show in Las Vegas that was quite nice for me in particular, as it reunited me with Ms. Paris. As Tigress' popularity grew though, he was quickly overwhelmed with the demands of the group and his management company. So he boldly sold his interest in the group as well as his company, which begat us recording software tycoon Marty O'Brien whom I'd met in Hawaii. And while Marty was a good, if sometimes obnoxious, presence in our lives, we had to admit that Chuck's style was more to our liking. Chuck landed on his feet in record time as he was immediately grabbed by a New York PR firm we'd had contact with during the Triple Threat Tour. 

And Chuck never forgot his friends.

"So, what's he doing out here?"

"He...has a new job for us." Chris replied, I could see the dollar signs already spinning in his eyes.

Chuck arranged a dinner at Morton's Steakhouse (now I knew he was really moving up in the world, when we first met him, his pockets seems to be loaded with coupons from Subway restaurants). I'd never been there before, so a place with cushy booths, classic red leather seats and endless racks of ribs was amazing. Chuck told us of a new photo campaign he wanted us to do. 

"We landed Rachel Ray's production company as a client and she wants some new photos, you guys interested?"

"Sure! I just read she signed some big production deal." Chris quickly replied.

"Great! That ends the first part of this meeting." Chuck said as he took a big sip of his wine

"The first part?" I asked

Chuck then laid out for us some very ambitious plans he had.

"You two have quite the operation, you did Paris' campaign, then album photos for Rihanna...Marty signs you on with Tigress, you went around the world and then some. Oh, you did that movie with Blake Lively, too. Plus there's that Jennifer Aniston movie, I'm hearing a lot of buzz about that film." He now paused to take a sip of his wine "I'd call that big stuff for two guys who were unknowns in this town a year ago."

The way he was recapping our history was intriguing, I knew something big was coming.

"Maybe it's time you moved up in the world a little further. I want to make you guys the staff photo company for us."

"What does that mean?" Chris asked with a mouthful of sirloin.

"Just what I said, you'd be working for us exclusively. You'd be on all our photo shoots, do all press photos, the works. Setup your own operations, graphics, you name it."

My mouth was coated with a glaze of barbecue sauce, so giving any kind of answer looked pretty silly right now. But it sure was a mind-boggling prospect.

Chris looked more thoughtful than I'd ever seen him before. It was his company after all. Even though I had only a small stake in the company that provided a generous salary, I still considered myself part of the business. 

"When do you need an answer?" he finally said.

"Give it all the time you need. For now though...let's toast to good times tonight, and future good times tomorrow." He said as we all raised our wine glasses.

The idea of working exclusively for one company was enticing, but we'd been independent for so long. Is this what we really wanted?

"What do you think?" I asked Chris the next day.

He looked at me and exhaled slowly.

"It sure is an attractive offer, we'd always have a guaranteed gig, but I gotta tell you, it's been fun jetting off to some exotic locale as a hired gun...even if it is with Marty."

"Sometimes we have to take the bad with the good." I replied with a smile.

Chris' eyes narrowed somewhat.

"Let's see if we can sweeten this deal a little."

"How would that happen?"

"You let me take care of that." He said with a confident smile.

Until we decided one way or the other, we had the photo assignment on Rachel's TV show. Rachel's people wanted to do a preliminary meeting before we did our actual photo shoot. The day we arrived, the studio was a hubbub of activity, with assistants going back and forth with food, utensils, pots and pans and it was like being in a mega-kitchen. But oddly, we didn't see Rachel anywhere. Once her producer arrived, we found out she wouldn't be there because she was taping one of her other shows back in New York before coming out for several weeks of shows on the west coast as part of a "Rachel Goes West" series. As usual, Chris did all the negotiating while I stood around and watched the crew at work. But I got the feeling that things weren't going very smoothly. Chris and the Producer were in a very tense conversation and neither wanted to give an inch. Before I knew it, we were out of there.

"What happened?" I nervously asked as Chris walked hurriedly to his truck. I could tell he was mad.

"Oh, the usual! Try to be creative, try to be unique! What do I get? A real hard-ass bitch, that's what I get!" he growled. "They want it done one way, their way!"

"Uh-oh...." I said

"Exactly! They don't wanna hear anything I have in mind, some production deal we get! I think she's just pissed they can't use their own people. If we did these photos, they'd be so cheap-looking, no style! I ain't working this way, Hollywood! No fuckin' way!"

Chris got in the truck and his door slam said it all.

"You know what Chuck can do with this great deal of his!" he said as he started it up and roared off. 

I took a deep breath, went to my car, and headed home.

"Well, so much for being part of Chuck's family." I said to myself.

After seeing Chris go ballistic and watching a big money deal dissolve, I needed some distractions.

And once again, it was Marty who provided the distractions.

"Hey Hollywood, come on down to the Eagle tonight, big show here with your name on it." 

When I arrived at the Eagle, it was loaded with paparazzi guys outside and a stern looking bouncer at the door. I hesitantly gave my name and with a toothy smile, he let me inside.

To my surprise I saw Chris at a back table talking to Marty. When they saw me, I was beckoned over.

"Sounds like you and Chuck had a little disagreement?" Marty said.

"Well, Chris could tell you better than I could, I was just a bystander."

Marty put up a hand.

"Say no more, it'll all work out. But for now, let the dust clear and I'll make some calls, get you guys busy. My girls will be doing some TV work soon so that'll be good."

"I gotta hit the road, see you tomorrow." Chris said as he got up and left.

"You're leaving? Now?" I said, stunned.

"Behave yourself, Hollywood." He said with a smile.

Marty quickly pulled up a chair and sat me down.

"Don't worry about a thing, my friend. I can handle Chuck." He said.

"I'm not sure how I feel about his offer." I said nervously "It's a great deal and all, but...um..."

"Jim...it'll be OK, you have my word. Go get yourself a drink, kid." He said with a reassuring tone.

I headed for the bar like he said. As I waited for a beer, I felt a very soft touch on my shoulder. I turned and had a nice surprise standing in front of me.

"Hi, baby." It was Vanessa Hudgens, looking as lovely as ever in a tight striped polo shirt and equally tight black jeans. Her long black hair looked as gorgeous as ever.

"Well, this is a great surprise." I said as she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or disappointed but with her was tall boyish kid with causally tousled brown hair and wearing a black blazer with matching pants.

"Zac, this is Jim. He did all my photos for the magazine cover." She said as she gripped his arm.

Now I knew, she was with her boyfriend Zac Efron.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks a lot, pal. Those photos were great!" he said with gee-whiz charm as he shook my hand.

"Just doing my job." I said with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders.

"Babe, there's a guy over there we should meet." He said as he guided her away.

Vanessa looked over her shoulder and winked at me. I think she even made the hand signal for "call me."

I smiled to myself as she walked away, then turned back to grab my beer, and proceeded to bump into a denim clad ass that belonged to a blonde woman standing at the bar.

"Whoa! Sorry about that!" I said

"Oh that's okay." The blonde said as she turned around holding an empty bottle of her own, coincidentally same brand as mine, Corona.

The blonde was quite pretty and wore a vintage Led Zeppelin jersey with a black leather blazer over it. She had an easy smile and very pretty eyes.

"It's not very often someone gets that close to my ass!" she said with a laugh.

"Oh, it wasn't intentional..." I quickly said.

"Dude...it's a joke." She said with her eyebrows raised. "Hi, I'm Ashley." She said as she extended her hand

"Jim." I replied.

"I know you now, I saw you with Vanessa and Zac. I guess she likes you."

"Oh, she's just a..." I began.

"...a friend. Yeah, I've heard that many times. She's had a few friends when we've worked together."

"Oh, I didn't know you worked with her."

Ashley looked at me with confusion.

"You don't know me, do you?"

I looked harder at this blonde beauty, she did look a little familiar.

"I'm Ashley Tisdale." She now said.

"Oh! Right! I get it now!"

"Took a little while, huh?"

"Yes, I know you now."

"Bright boy." She said with a playful punch to my shoulder "now how about buying me a drink?"

"Good idea."

Two Corona's were in our hands as we headed for a table.

"So you and Vanessa know each other, professionally?" she said with an emphasis on 'professionally'.

"Yes, it goes with the job." I said as I took a sip of my beer.

"You do good work...think you'd like to do me?"

"Uh, that depends..." I said hesitantly

"On what?" she replied leaning in close and smiling.

"Uh...on weather or not I can think of an answer at this moment." 

Ashley and I both laughed.

"Seriously, I know Vanessa and she said you took great photos and I trust her, so let's get together sometime." She said with an easy smile.

"OK, here's my card." I said as I gave her our business card.

"Great, could I use your cellphone for a sec?"

"Sure." 

She quickly punched some numbers on my phone and looked like she might be checking her voicemail.

"Jim from East Coast Image." She said reading my business card before flipping the phone shut.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Oh, a little trick I learned...I just called my phone and now I have your phone number." She said with a sly smile.

"Very clever, Miss Ashley."

"Thanks. I'll uh, call you soon." She said as she got up to leave.

Marty called me back over to his table where Vanessa and Zac had joined him. As I sat down, Vanessa was on my right and Zac was between her and Marty. As the night wore on, Marty went into his usual spiel about plans he had for Tigress and how Vanessa fit into those plans. I had to wonder if he was gonna put the moves on Vanessa the way he did with his other protégés`. 

To my surprise, the moves were being put on me!

I felt a hand on my knee, then the hand slowly crept up my leg. I had a flashback to when I was in Vegas with Bridget and Laura. But this time, it was Vanessa who was letting her hand do the walking! And she kept a sly smile the whole time, listening to Marty, and smiling at Zac. This girl was a better actress than I thought!

Vanessa had her hand on my crotch now and it softly gripped my "package". And I was getting hard, very fast. God, I hoped Marty didn't ask my opinion about anything!

"So, Jim...what do you think?" he now asked

Aw, crap!

"Um, I-I-I think it's a good idea." I said.

"What's a good idea?" Zac asked

"Uh, what was the question?"

"What?'

"Yes, I agree." I said.

"Exactly! Like I said..." Marty replied and continued.

Thank God he didn't ask me "who's on first?"

Vanessa was giggling at my predicament, she knew she had me right where she wanted. She then leaned in toward my ear.

"Unzip it for me..." she whispered.

"Not here!" I whispered back.

She smiled and giggled in response.

"Tell them you're getting another drink." She said.

"Uh, I'm gonna get another beer." I said

"Why get up Jim, I'll get a waitress over here." Marty said as he raised his hand.

"Oh, no, no I'll be back." I said quickly.

"I'm gonna go powder my nose, babe." Vanessa said as she gave Zac a quick kiss on the cheek.

Vanessa and I got up and she followed me to the bar, then took my arm and pulled me toward a dark corner of the back stairs leading up to the club owner's office. She turned and checked all around her, making sure we couldn't be seen. I was petrified to be in a situation like this, but Vanessa's soft hands were far from petrified. I felt my zipper slide down and her hand go inside as she began to kiss me.

"Oh, Jim...thought about this all night long." She said as I kissed her neck. "Wish...wish we could fuck again...so gooooood." She said breathlessly as she caressed my dick and let it slide through her fingers.

I was still looking around, wondering if we'd get caught.

"Oh Vanessa..." I finally said, acknowledging her graceful handjob that made me feel so good. 

"Oh Jim...so nice...so hard...make you feel good, baby."

Vanessa's hand slid up and down my dick, she watched her progress with a big smile. I wonder if Zac got the same treatment I was getting here?

I tried to work up the courage to touch her in the same way but I was getting very close to my point of no return, and hoped I wouldn't cum on the floor.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. It was Derek Adams, the club's owner.

"Gotta stop!" I said to Vanessa and we quickly reassembled ourselves as Derek came down the steps.

"Vanessa! Good to see you again, where's Zac?" he said as he held his glass of Scotch. "James...you're looking rather...happy I see."

I was still trying to stuff my dick back into my jeans.

"Oh, yeah Derek...great night, you know." I said, sounding like I'd just run a marathon.

Vanessa's hand was covering her mouth and she was laughing uncontrollably.

"You take care of that baby..." she said as she walked away, still laughing. This whole evening was getting too weird for me.

"OK, I've had enough." I said to myself.

I said my good night's to Marty and everyone else and headed home. Vanessa's naughty smile as I left told me we'd be meeting again very soon.

When I arrived back home, it was after midnight and there was a surprise phone message for me.

"Hi, Jim it's Blake! Um...I'm gonna be in town the day after tomorrow, and we should have that dinner you promised...so gimme a call, honey, bye!"

I couldn't help but smile, Blake Lively's back in town. Nice.

I remembered when I saw her last, I promised I'd make her dinner in the pressure cooker she gave me as a memento of our time in San Francisco while she was making "Dreamer". And she promised to wear the vintage Fillmore West t-shirt she had filled out so nicely. I still had it in the Ziploc bag she sent it in, I wondered if the scent of her Chanel` perfume was still on it. But then I suddenly realized that I hadn't a clue what to make for her. And I never bothered to read the manual on how to use the damn thing! I dug out the machine and the recipe book, figuring while at the store I'd suddenly be inspired. 

I now dashed out again into the night looking for an open grocery store. Luckily, my usual one was open late and it was pretty empty for this time of night so I could probably think what culinary delights I could prepare.

Yeah, right!

I was fumbling through the book and found something that seemed easy enough.

OK, I can do this.

As I cruised the aisles, my cart started to fill up with ingredients. OK, pretty good so far. 

Last ingredient, olive oil.

I never realized how many varieties there were. I suppose I could just pick the one with the most artistic label. Or I could just go for the celebrity version.

I turned to a woman standing nearby reading the label on a spaghetti sauce jar. She had on a grey fleece jacket and matching sweatpants. Her black hair was in a loose ponytail.

"Uh, 'scuse me... do you know if this is any good?"

She turned, looked at the bottle I was holding, and snickered.

"Well, it better be. It's got my picture on it." She said.

I looked at the bottle and realized it was "Rachel Ray's EVOO Olive Oil".

And the creator of it was in front of me.

"Oh, my..." I said, stumbling for something witty.

"It's good stuff, believe me." She said.

"Yes, like you said, your, uh, name's on it."

"What's your name?"

"Jim, I guess yours would be Rachel?"

"You got it!" she said with that perky tone she was famous for. "So, I would guess you're a single guy?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, I don't see a lot of guys here this time of night. And... judging from what you've got there" she said looking at my cart "You seem to eat more than just microwave junk."

"I guess you're right, I'm gonna try out a pressure cooker so I wanna do it right."

"Oh, cool! Mind if I see the recipe?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, might as well get the opinion of an expert."

"Hah! Far from it, pal!" she laughed with that sexy rasp of a voice as she looked over it.

"This is pretty good, I should try this on my show while I'm out here."

Hey! That's right! 

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Yup, I got in this afternoon and we were supposed to get some photos done. Apparently there was a problem with the photographers. I heard they were really great I wonder what happened?"

"Yes, that is rather strange..."

She looked over the recipe book some more.

"Think you can do this yourself? Usually guys aren't the best cooks."

"Well, I figure if I have this stuff" I said as I held up the olive oil bottle "I can't go wrong."

"That's for sure! Uh, what are you doing tomorrow? What am I saying, it's tomorrow already!" she said laughing as she realized the hour.

"Well, working. Why?"

"Come down and see us tape the first show. Give the security guys this."

Rachel handed me a colorful business card with the production company name on it.

"Come down at like 10."

"Well, OK, I'll be there."

"Great! I'll see you then, nice meeting you Jim."

And she headed on her way.

I guess I can consider this an encouragement of my culinary pursuits.

"We are in luck!" Chris said excitedly the next morning.

"How's that?"

"The CW Network had a new series coming and we just got the photo gig."

"Awesome!"

"Hellcats" was a new series following a college cheerleading squad captained by Ashley Tisdale.

This is encouraging, I thought.

Once we got to the set we were met by Amy Adamson, our old contact from the Rihanna photo shoot we did in Palm Springs. Amy had us shooting photos as they filmed several routines for the series. It was like every high school fantasy as several girls showed up in royal blue cheerleader outfits with yellow striping and began a whole series of moves to the song "Misirlou" as we snapped away. But I didn't see Ashley anywhere, there was one tall blonde with long curly hair who seemed to be a team leader and probably the star of the series but she didn't make me look twice. I found out later it was the show's star Aly Michalka. Finally I saw a cute brown haired girl wave to me and smile and I realized Ashley had gone from golden blonde to her natural chestnut brown since we last met. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 46



"Hey Jim!" she said as she bounced over to me and gave me a hug.

"You know her?" Chris asked, stunned.

"Sure he does, bought me a beer and everything!" she replied

I could only nod a reply.

Amy came over too.

"Hi, Ash! Looking good out there, director really says you're a natural at this."

"Oh, great! Been a long time since I did moves like that."

"You were a cheerleader?" I asked

"No, just a High School Musical cast member." She laughed

The director called a wrap for the day and everybody began to disperse to their dressing rooms. 

"Hey, stick around. I owe you one." Ashley said as she headed for her trailer.

"OK, I'll be around." I said.

Ashley trotted off like the cute cheerleader she was playing.

"I'm really glad you guys are doing the photos." Amy said to me

"Oh, thanks. Just doing our job, you know." Chris said

"Just out of curiosity, how come the network didn't use their people on this?" I asked

"I wondered about that too, I think somebody at the network got a call from somebody else." Amy said "I'm just as confused as you. But hey, you do good work so in the end you're here, right?"

"Can't argue there." Chris said as he turned away to take a call on his cell.

My phone rang suddenly too, that's strange.

"So did you like being around the Hellcats?" the voice on the other end said.

It was Blake.

"Um...yes, but how did you...?"

"Hey, I've got friends in high places." I could tell she was smiling as she spoke. "how do you think you got this gig?"

"Ah, I see!" I replied "I always thought you were a crafty one Miss Blake."

"Oh, I'm a lot of things, baby." she said in a tone that was so sly and so sexy at the same time.

"Absolutely, are you in town now?"

"I'll be home day after tomorrow, just finishing up some stuff for the Dreamer DVD. Then I have to re-shoot some scenes for Green Lantern."

"Great, I owe you a dinner you know."

"Mmmm, can't wait!" she replied "I'll call you tomorrow."

"OK" I said as we hung up

I turned to see Ashley had changed into loose running pants and a pink Ed Hardy t-shirt. Her hair was in a loose ponytail.

"Hey, think you could do me a favor?" she asked

"Sure, what?"

"I need a ride home, my car is getting its yearly service and won't be ready 'til later."

"OK, let's go." 

Amazing how things move so fast sometimes.

3 AM, my bedroom...

Blake turned over and breathed in, her beautiful eyes opening a little. She saw me and smiled.

"Hey gorgeous..." she whispered.

"Hey, sleepy girl."

"Mmmmm...It's so quiet..."

"I like it this way."

"Me too..." her voice drifted off as she went back to sleep "Me too..."

But not before I softly kissed her cheek.

Like I said, amazing how things move so fast sometimes.

Ashley and I headed for her house in my SLK convertible. 

"This is an awesome car!" she said excitedly

"Thanks, I still can't believe it's mine." I said as we headed onto the highway.

"I've got a BMW convertible, pretty sweet."

"Oh, that's an awesome car too."

Ashley was a sweet girl, she had such a nice personality. She wasn't on her cell the whole time, she was curious about my work, places we'd been. 

"Probably comes from my background." She said

"How so?"

"Well, I'm not from here originally, I'm a Jersey girl. So I guess I've got that Jersey work ethic."

"No kidding?"

"Oh yes, I didn't want to mooch off my parents, so I worked in a Gap store for awhile. I learned a lot there."

"Me too, I used to work at a Burger King"

"I almost worked there."

"The money wasn't too bad, I'll say that."

We soon pulled up to Ashley's home in what seemed like a gated community. It was very elegant and I could tell she was very proud of it. She explained how she'd worked with her dad to design it. There were lots of marble and white surfaces throughout. Outside one window I could see what looked like a cabana house.

"I got the idea for that from this hotel I love in Cabo." She said "You've gotta see this room." 

She led me down the hallway to an enormous white room that was lined floor to ceiling with shoes and clothes. Equally large mirrors covered one wall and there was a big pink ottoman in the center.

"I'm a bit of a clotheshorse as you can see." She said

"You, a clotheshorse? Impossible!"

Ashley stood near me and smiled warmly.

"And you're not, I suppose?" she finally said

"Well, no I'm not." I said as I examined a pair of pink cowboy boots "Pink cowboy boots just aren't my style. But I will admit I always wanted a pair of snakeskin boots" I said as I held a pair she had. "Very rock and roll."

We were staring at one another now, like something big was about to happen. We just didn't know what it would be.

Ashley finally broke the tension.

"Um...let me get you something to drink."

"Good idea." I was somewhat relieved she'd said that.

Ashley's kitchen was large and off-white in color with marble surfaces throughout.

"Like it? My dad's a contractor so he did all the work. We fought like cats and dogs on this room, but hey, it's my house, right?" She said proudly as she took out a frozen vanilla ice drink and handed one to me. 

"These are sooo decadent!" she said as she sipped hers.

"Whoa!" I said after the first sip "you're right."

"They are great." She said with that smile of hers.

Even with dark brown hair she was still a knockout as she hopped up on the counter.

"So Jim...what do you think of me as a cheerleader?"

"Well, if you keep your kicks up the team might stand a chance in the state championship...rah-rah." I replied with a sheepish grin. 

"You always have a good answer, don't you?"

"I try."

"I think you're trying pretty good...to charm me."

"You think so?"

Ashley nodded in response as she slurped her drink and slowly licked her lips, very provocatively too.

"I wonder what Vanessa knows that I don't?" she said in a voice that grew softer.

I could only look at her equally brown eyes and pink lips

"Uh, I wonder about that too." I said in the same way.

I had somehow moved in closer to her and her eyes closed slightly as we kissed. Her lips were slightly cold from the drink, but sweet from the drink too.

"I probably taste like vanilla." She said.

"That makes two of us." I said as I kissed her again "but I don't mind."

Ashley kissed me again.

"Neither do I." she said

I was leaning in and kissing Ashley deeper now as she sat on her marble counter, her legs spread so I could be close to her as we continued to kiss. Then I felt her shapely legs wrap around my waist and her arms around my neck as she tried to have me hold her up. I was surprised how light she felt in this position. 

"Oh!" she said in wonder as she felt herself being held by me "Strongman, huh?"

"I guess so!" I replied as I kissed her again.

"Bedroom, baby." She breathlessly said as I carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.

Ashley's bedroom had sunlight streaming in everywhere, but she immediately pushed a button by her bed that closed the drapes, giving the room a soft glow.

"Sorry...I'm still a little self-conscious sometimes." She said as she walked back and kissed me.

"Don't be sorry, you're a lady." I said softly "nothing wrong with that."

"Thanks, Jim..." she said

Ashley slowly loosened her shirt and drew it up over a very toned belly and off. I did the same and we were topless in front of each other.

Ashley Tisdale had a very nice chest, maybe a B size. She seemed bashful with me looking at her like this.

"Sorry, it's still kinda weird for me." She said

"Me, too." I said

"I don't have like, mega-boobs." She said looking down at her tits

"Doesn't bother me, come here." I said softly as we hugged. She had a beautiful scent about her and her hair felt incredible as it slipped through my fingers while we kissed.

Her eyes were a cool shade of brown, like mine. My finger softly traced her cheek and she breathed in softly as she felt my touch.

"Ohhh...you feel so nice Jim."

"You do, too."

"Please touch me..." she said in soft, but pleading voice.

I cupped her breast and she breathed again in a soft tone that was so sexy to hear. Her nipples were penny-sized and were quickly erect the more I touched them.

"Yes...that feels so nice...I'm pretty sensitive there aren't I?" she said with a slight giggle.

I continued to play with her breasts, they were so soft.

"I like it...I guess I'm making you feel good."

"Oh yes...yes you are..." she said with a kiss "Don't stop."

Ashley's hands now roamed to my pants, mine roamed to hers.

We looked at one another, Ashley nodded.

I felt her hands go to my belt and loosen it. 

The belt slipped through her hands now, and then my khaki pants were unbuckled. She slowly pulled the zipper down and the bulge in my underwear was definitely there.

Ashley let out a small gasp when she saw it.

"Oh my..." she said softly

We kissed again

"You can take my pants off too." She whispered

"OK, you're sure?"

She nodded.

Her running pants had only a thin ribbon to undo, I loosened it and her pants fell to the floor. She had on flesh colored panties that seemed to blend into her skin tone. My hands caressed her ass through the material and they felt so smooth and soft. Ashley moaned with my every touch. I slowly slipped my hand under the waistline and felt the bare skin of her ass, it was as soft as the rest of her was and Ashley continued to softly moan with my touches. Now she felt the front of my underwear and the hardness within.

"Can I see it?" she whispered.

I nodded.

Ashley now pulled my underwear down and my dick popped up, fully hard thanks to our desire. She jumped slightly then her mouth stayed open the more she saw my dick as it twitched slightly.

"Oh my..." she said with a cute laugh "You've got a nice one, honey." She said looking up at me.

I sheepishly nodded as we kissed again.

"Take mine off now." She said

I knelt down and slowly slid her panties down, exposing an ultra smooth pussy. 

"Ashley...it's beautiful." I whispered as I looked up at her.

"Thank you...please...touch me there."

She didn't need to ask me twice.

My hand began to make its way to her love nest. She was super wet, my finger easily slid just slightly inside her and she inhaled sharply and moaned. I loved the slick, moist feeling of my fingers inside this beauty. 

"Oh yes...uh-huh...yessss...oh god...oh yes..." she said breathlessly as my finger probed her. I now slid two fingers inside.

"Oh my....oh yes...yesss baby..."

The pink folds of her womanhood looked so inviting. 

"Are you okay with what I'm doing?" I asked

Ashley could only nod, her breaths grew more rapid.

I moved in closer and softly blew on her pussy.

More rapid breaths from her. As if she knew what was coming and she was anticipating something nice.

My lips and tongue softly touched her pussy. My tongue licked the outer folds of her pussy. Ashley let out a slow gasp.

"Oh Jim..." she now shuddered as she felt my tongue enter her. The warmth of her pussy engulfed my tongue and I was eagerly licking her, teasing her with the tip of my tongue as it probed her. When I looked up at her, she was clearly in a dream. Her head was thrust backwards and her back arched.

"YYYYESSSS!!" she cried out. Then her breaths become choppy and rapid as her body relaxed. Her legs buckled and she began to kneel down to my level.

I hugged her and we kissed.

"Oh...my...my god..." she gasped "I forgot how that felt."

Ashley rested her head on my shoulder.

"Let's lie on the bed." I whispered

She nodded.

Ashley looked so sexy as she slowly slid under the covers. It felt great as we lay in it. She lay on my chest and rubbed it softly. She sat up and looked at me. I couldn't help but look at her nicely shaped tits

"I should return the favor, baby." She said with that smile we all knew from TV. She pulled back the covers and slowly reached down to feel my dick. It had softened with all my "lip service" on her. But she knew what she wanted, she wanted me hard.

"I like your, um, I like your dick" she said with a snicker, almost embarrassed by what she was saying, so un-Disney for her. "I like it a lot."

I only smiled.

Ashley's hand felt my dick, and as she began to stroke it, I could feel the blood pulsing through it and it was getting super-hard again, thanks to her touch.

"Wow...look at that." She said softly with a naughty smile.

"Kiss it." I said, very un-Hollywood for me now that I think of it.

She looked at me and flashed another naughty smile.

"Really?" she said looking at me.

I nodded.

"Okay..." she said with an 'I'll show you' look on her face.

Ashley leaned down and softly kissed the head, then kissed it again. Then her tongue began to tease the tip. Now her mouth started to envelop the head. She turned and looked at me as she slowly lifted her mouth off my dick.

"How's that?" she said.

"Nice." I said as I breathed in deeply "Very nice."

"I haven't done that very much. I know guys like it, but I don't."

"Oh, okay. I understand." I said

"Nothing against you, but, um, I like receiving rather than giving. If you know what I mean."

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean."

"Thanks, Jim." She said as she came back up and kissed my cheek. I embraced her and slowly turned over so she was on her back. She knew just what I was doing as I sat up. She opened her legs wide and had a look of excitement on her face. I took my still hard dick and lightly rubbed it over her pussy, then slid it into her. She was very tight, very wet, and very sexy. Her eyes were closed; she bit her lip and breathed in sharply as I entered her. Then she exhaled slowly.

I started to fuck Ashley Tisdale.

I slowly wrapped my arms around her and held her close as I went in and out of her hot pussy. When we kissed it was like we were joined even closer than before. Her arms were tight around me too.

"Baby...uh-huh...uh-huh...oh yesssss..." she cooed as we fucked.

I fucked her harder now, I could feel all my energy going into this beauty. She started to cry out, not in words, but in hot gasps and quick moans. When I slowed for a second, she could actually speak.

"God, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" she said quickly and passionately.

I slowed down and let her catch her breath. I was the one gasping now. She quickly leaned up and kissed me.

"Come on, baby...fuck me..." she said in a slightly breathless voice.

I did her slowly now, making the feeling last. Ashley's eyes were closed slightly and there was a satisfied smile coming over her face the more I pushed into her.

"Uh-yeah...uh-yeah...oh baby...yes..." she sighed as I did her slowly and lovingly.

"You feel...feel great..."I said in my own breathless voice

"So do you, Jim...so good...so good."

Her words made me go faster now.

"Oh god! Huh-yeah! Oh yeah! Oh god Jim....YESSSSSSSSS!!!!" she cried out.

I could feel my explosion coming from deep down.

"Gonna cum Ash! Gonna cum...!" I said as I exploded into her pussy.

With a series of grunts and sighs we both climaxed.

I fell into her loving arms and she held me, giving me a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Feels so good...so nice." She whispered in my ear.

I rolled off Ashley and lay in her bed. She pulled the covers back up, then turned and rested her head on my chest like before.

"You're nice." She said with a smile

"So are you." I replied. 

She reached down and tapped the bed sheet where my dick was underneath.

"So is this." She said with a big smile.

We lay in bed, arms intertwined.

Soon, we were asleep.

"Chris, Jim, it's always been a dream of mine to get into the film business." Marty began "and this is my first project, not much, but it's a start. And I want you two to be in on it."

Marty showed us the script for a thriller called "The Dark Hills". 

"I've tied this in to the photo work on Ashley's TV series, she'll be starring in it and we need to start shooting ASAP. The Sci-Fi channel wants to pick it up."

"Gee, this is kinda last minute, Marty." Chris said "I'll have to juggle some things around."

"So? Do your juggling, I want my guys there." He replied.

"Where are we shooting?" I asked Marty

"Hurricane, West Virginia." He replied.

"WEST VIRGINIA??" Chris yelled

"Location is everything, Chris! You know that!"

"Look out the window Marty! There's a zillion locations here you could shoot at!"

"Location is everything, Chris!" he repeated.

"You're crazy, Marty!" Chris yelled "You want us out there? That's insane!"

"Look, this is a big deal for me. I've done a hell of a lot for you guys!" he yelled back

"Would it help, if I went on my own?" I said

Chris whirled around

"Stay out of this, Jim!" he growled, it was rare when he used my real name.

"Marty..." he began in a calm, but firm tone "We've run all over the world for you, you gave us a lot of work...but this time I'm drawing the line."

I didn't like where this was going. It was just like when he stormed out of the Rachael Ray studios the other day. The silence now was not good.

"Look, I agree with Marty." I calmly began "I'll go by myself. You probably don't have a large budget, right?"

"Yes, I was hoping maybe a percentage of the gross might be attractive to you." Marty said.

"OK, that's fine with me. What about you?" I said to Chris.

Chris sat there for the longest time before he bit his lower lip and nodded his head.

"All right..." he mumbled

"Good...now what's the transportation gonna be like?" I said

Marty explained how he had a private jet booked for himself and certain members of the cast and crew.

Chris was more silent than I ever remembered as we left.

"I'm getting tired of this business, Jim." He said as he got into his Porsche. "Aren't you?"

I thought for a long time.

"Actually, no." I replied

Chris shook his head

"Hollywood Jim...I'll never figure you out." He said as he started up the Porsche and drove away.

With a lot of regret, I dialed Blake's cellphone number when I got home. I hoped I'd get her voicemail, nope, no luck.

"Hey, Miss Blake." I said hesitatingly

"Hey honey!" she replied, I could sense that she was smiling that "Blake smile" she showed the world in photos.

"Uh, I got some bad news..."

"Uh-oh, what?"

"We got a photo gig and I have to leave in the morning."

"Awww...where are you going?"

"West Virginia, of all places. Marty's producing a film and he wants us to do the photos."

"That's okay, the more work you have the better. I learned that from my Dad." She said.

My silence and her encouraging words only made me regret leaving even more.

"I'll make this up to you, Blake. I promise."

"Hey, make me a breakfast as good as the last one and we'll call it even."

Now I was smiling as I remembered that morning at her San Francisco loft.

"Okay, I'll call you from the location too. How 'bout that?"

"Deal, baby." She said firmly "I'll talk to you soon."

"OK, bye." I said as I hung up. "Hurricane, West Virginia, here I come..." I muttered to myself.

The private jet Marty rented would take off at 4 AM so with sleepy eyes I rolled up to Burbank Airport as the sun was rising. Ashley was already on the plane wearing brightly colored sweats. She had her IPod on and was covering herself up in a fleece blanket and even had a teddy bear to use as a pillow. She looked like she could sleep the entire flight when she looked up and saw me coming on board. Her eyes lit up.

"Hey, sweetie." She said as she tapped the seat next to her "I need a traveling companion."

"Gee, so do I." I said as I sat down and she gave me a quick kiss.

"I'm so sleepy...hope you don't mind."

"I feel the same way, this was all so last minute. My partner wanted to back out of this but I..."




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 46



I turned and Ashley's head was on my shoulder, she was asleep.

Still a little sleepy, we landed at the regional airport outside Hurricane a few hours later. Marty had a van waiting to take us all to the hotel. He met with me later to discuss the film. "The Dark Hills" would be unlike any other project we'd done before and it seemed like Ashley's portion of the film would be done first as she had to be back to resume work on "Hellcats". The remainder would be done on a soundstage back in LA so the CGI effects could be added. Marty seemed to have his usual knack for getting the most bang for the buck, I learned this when we went to the location the next day.

Most of the film's exteriors would be done on what looked like a decrepit ghost town in the hills outside of town. This place looked so creepy it's no surprise we'd be doing a scary film there. There were the remnants of a Mobil gas station, a shuttered grocery store and a bar. Ashley was far from the California glamour girl when she emerged from a rented camper that served as her dressing room, she looked dirty and poor for her character. The flashy sweats were replaced by worn gingham dresses and flat shoes. Marty kept a relatively small crew working and the director did a minimum of takes. In watching him though, I couldn't help but notice a resemblance.

"Marty, who's the director on this?" I asked

"Oh, my brother Barry."

"Ah, right." That figures, I thought.

"My other brother Garry owns the property here." He said as he waved his arm.

"Barry and Garry?"

"Sure, kinda catchy, huh? My sister co-wrote the script, too."

"What's her name?" I asked, knowing what the answer might be.

"Mary."

"Right, got it." I said as I went off to get some extra gear.

Marty's director really did work fast. After just 3 days, we were halfway done with Ashley's portion of the film. Looks like my time in Hurricane might be shorter than expected. But I had to admit I hadn't the foggiest notion what this film was about! It seemed like she did a lot of screaming at the camera. 

Well, at least she made a convincing scream queen, I'll say that.

The weather had been on our side and we had plenty of gray, gloomy days, perfect for filming. But when we finished for the day we were all stuck in our hotel rooms, with no room service to speak of. Like I said, Marty knew how to get the most from his money. Maybe keeping us half-starved was his way of making us work harder and more efficiently. Strangely, Ashley was nowhere to be found. I think she was staying at the upscale hotel down the road.

Before I knew it, her portion of the film was done and we could head back to sunny LA. I'll be curious what Chris' reaction to this will be, probably something along the lines of how I came all the way out here for nothing. 

As we finished a scene, Marty pulled me aside.

"Interested in a bit of fun tonight?"

"What kind of fun?"

"The good kind." He said with smile.

"OK, that says a lot." I replied

"Trust me, you'll like it. I'll meet you at the hotel when we wrap." He said as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.

I wonder what he's got in mind.

Barry decided to wrap for the day, he'd wanted to get one more scene in, but the Union guys on set said otherwise. 

In other words, we were done for the day.

Ashley was spirited away to her trailer, and probably back to her cushy hotel spa for all we knew. I hadn't gotten to chat much with her, she probably wanted to put all her focus on the film and not the guy she'd been fooling around with back in LA. I can live with that.

An hour later a black 70's-era Cadillac limo pulled up outside my hotel and honked the horn.

"Let's go, Hollywood!" Marty called.

I got in and saw Marty and Barry.

"OK, where are we headed?" I asked again.

"Well, it's a fun place outside of town, we know the proprietor quite well." Barry said as Marty chuckled.

"Uh-huh." I said "Maybe I better just enjoy the ride?"

"Good idea." Marty said "Oh, by the way, this is our driver, Moose. He works there."

"Moose" seemed to take up most of the front seat and grunted a hello.

"Moose played for the Mountaineers, right?" Marty continued

"Uh-huh..." he said in a deep rumble of a voice

"Second team All American, too." Said Barry

Another deep "uh-huh"

"And there was a stint in the CFL too, right?" added Garry

Yet another deep "uh-huh"

Moose seemed to be a fountain of conversation.

The Caddy smoothly traveled the road out of town and then onto a side road that went deeper and deeper into the hills. Now I knew where they got the inspiration for the movie. I could see moonlight through the thick trees.

"Marty, I hate to bother you with this, but where are we going?" I asked again.

"I told you, it's a fun place...you worry too much Jim."

We finally pulled up to a thick iron gate with a callbox. Moose hit a button and the gates opened. The Caddy slowly drove up a dirt road until we finally came upon a brightly lit house that looked straight out of the Civil War. 

"OK, boys...you're here." Moose said

"Alright!" Barry said as he jumped out.

I got out slowly and looked around. There were 2-3 other cars out front, very expensive ones too, it seemed. I turned and saw Moose standing behind me. He had to be 6' 6" and about 300 pounds, how he fit in that Caddy I'll never know.

"Swanky place, huh, Hollywood?" Marty said with his arm on my shoulder.

"Yes, sure is."

"Wait 'til you see the inside." Barry said as he led me up the steps.

The elegant door was opened by an equally elegant doorman.

"Good evening, Mr. O'Brien...good to see you again, it's been a long time."

"Hiya, Tommy. Good to see you too."

"Miss Mona is expecting you." He said.

Miss Mona? OK, this is getting weird.

The inside of the house was definitely from another time. The walls had elegant wallpaper with velvet accents. Lace curtains decorated the windows. The lights looked like old time lanterns and there was a piano player off to the side of one room playing what seemed like old time boogie-woogie music. We passed what seemed like a well-stocked barroom complete with a poker table and jukebox.

And wandering throughout this elegant home, were many girls. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, you name it. Tall, short, busty, lingerie-clad, you name it. They were at the bar chatting with people, or at the piano. Two were on a big leather couch chatting with each other.

Oh my, now I know why Marty was so elusive about where we were going.

In a parlor room, we came upon a somewhat older woman with thick blonde hair done up high who was sipping on what seemed like bourbon. Her eyes lit up when she saw us enter the parlor.

"Why, Marty O'Brien! How are you darlin'? Barry! I didn't know you were in town." She said as she kissed them on the cheek.

"Hi, Miss Mona...you're lookin' fine as usual." Barry said

"Oh, you two!" then she turned to me "And who is this fine young man?" 

"Ah, Mona...this here's a friend of ours from LA. Meet Mister Jimmy." Barry said

"Well, Mister Jimmy, what a pleasure to meet you." she said as she kissed me, she had a lavender-like smell about her and I could feel some huge tits press into me.

"But his friends call him 'Hollywood'." Marty said

"Hollywood Jim! Oh what a fine name!" she said excitedly "I'll make sure he gets the star treatment tonight. I'll just be a minute."

Miss Mona left the room and I heard her call "Ladies, we have guests!"

"The star treatment? Guests? What the hell does that mean" I thought.

My eyes were darting back and forth, this had to be some kind of elaborate gag!

"Marty, is this place what I think it is?" I hissed to him.

"It's the finest sportin' house in the state if that's what you mean." He replied.

"Sportin' house, uh-huh. You mean bordello?"

"Little louder, pal. The Sheriff didn't hear you." Barry said

"This is not what I had in mind, I mean..." 

Just then Mona returned with several young ladies that looked like they walked out of Playboy magazine. 

"Huh boy..." I mumbled to myself. No turning back now.

Miss Mona introduced each girl to us, I couldn't remember their names unfortunately. But they were all beauties, as one would expect. Some wore elegant lingerie or simple satin pajamas that generously showed off their endowments.

"Now, if you boys see someone else you like, don't be bashful. Have them join you." Miss Mona took Marty's arm and began to lead him to the bar area "Marty, how's your Mama been lately?" she said as they wandered off, leaving me with Barry, who was chatting up a nubile brunette and a busty blonde. Two other girls came over to me.

"Hi, I'm Ashley" she said "This is Vanessa. Your friend is with Blake and Serena."

Uh-uh! No way! Those are names I did NOT want to be reminded of at this moment! 

"Uh, yes, thank you ladies, excuse me, I-I-I think I'll get myself a drink!" I stammered as I made a beeline for the bar. 

"I'll take another shot of courage, please." I quickly said to the bartender, who looked at me like I just arrived from Mars. Then I regained my composure, and realized I'd just quoted the Eagles song "Tequila Sunrise". It had been playing on the Cadillac's radio as we'd driven up here, wherever "here" was. 

"Sorry, uh, a Jack and water, please" I said

He nodded and turned to the well stocked bar.

This was an experience I had no idea how to process. What is the etiquette in a place like this? How do I know what to say? Oh man, the things I get myself into! As the bartender brought my drink I reached into my pocket.

"That's all taken care of, sir." He said

"Oh! Thanks." I said as I quickly took a long sip after placing a few dollars in what looked like a tip jar.

Sneaking out of here wasn't an option as I had no idea where we were. I guess I might as well keep an eye on Marty and Barry. One thing's for sure, this would certainly go into my diary of memorable experiences. Maybe I should see what the rest of this place is like? No, not a good idea, might get me into a more confusing situation. I didn't realize it, but I'd downed my drink faster than I thought.

"Uh, another Jack and water, please." I said to the bartender.

As I waited for my drink, I sensed someone come up and sit next to me.

"Hi, there" she said "I'm Shiann."

"Hi, I'm Jim." I said uneasily.

Shiann was dressed much differently than the other girls. Her short blonde hair was accompanied by a baby blue see-thru teddy combo. I suddenly realized that, save for a matching miniscule g-string, she was naked beneath the outfit. She had nice large tits that looked incredibly sexy against the material.

"You like the outfit?" she asked

"Uh, yes...I've never seen anything like that."

"I like it, I feel sexy in it."

"I can imagine you do."

"This your first time?" she asked

"Uh, yes. I mean, I've done, I mean...I've had, no that's not right." I was in ultra-stammer mode now, great timing. 

Shiann placed her hand on mine.

"I meant...is this your first time here?" she said with a calming smile.

This time I just nodded.

"OK, got it." She said "I know how you're feeling. I've been here awhile."

"Really, uh, how long?"

"Hmmm, couple of years. I like it. I've never been busted, Miss Mona likes me, the other girls like me, the customers too."

"This is certainly a unique place, I'll say that."

"I came here by accident. I came here when I was younger just to wash the windows for a few bucks."

"That's how you started here?"

"Well, there's more to it than that." She giggled.

"Ah, well, um continue." I replied. Perhaps the whiskey had eased my nerves, she seemed a little easier to converse with than the other girls, as nice as they were.

"Well, this guy came down here, saw me and asked Miss Mona if I was working too. He was like a regular customer. She said I was just cleaning and he wanted to have me, said he'd pay like $300 to have me." She started "and if he couldn't he'd take his business elsewhere."

"There's other places like this?"

"Not anymore, they all got busted, Miss Mona never has."

I was intrigued by her story, and getting turned on by her body, too.

"So, the guy wants me. And I'd never done a guy for money. But, um, I really liked sex." She said leaning in close, like it was a big secret.

"Uh-huh."

"Kinda goes back a-ways with me, must be these things here." She said as she cupped her tits. "I was already like a 34C in high school, can you believe it?"

"Uh, I guess so." I replied, oh brother what a dumb thing to say.

"So, Miss Mona convinced me to go with him because she didn't want to lose him as a customer."

"Man, this is some story."

"It's all true, baby." She said as she sat closer to me.

"Before I knew it, I was making a lot of money." She paused to sip her drink and then leaned in closer "And my Dad thought I was just washing windows here, I gave him a little bit of what I made and kept the rest. He never knew a thing! My cousin was already working here and she said Mona treated everyone really nice."

"It seems like it, I met her a minute ago. She seems like a nice lady."

"Oh, yeah...she knows everything that goes on here. She's kinda related to me."

"So what happened with this guy? That is, if you don't mind my asking."

"No, I love to tell the story. Miss Mona took me to buy some nice lingerie, man I felt so pretty with it on."

Shiann was very close to me now and whispered "She even trimmed my pussy." 

I felt her hand on my knee. 

"Maybe you'd like to hear the rest where we can be more comfortable?" she said

"Um, I don't know. Uh, I have to confess...I-I-I've never been to a place like this before, like I said. I don't know what the guidebook says and all."

"Oh, don't worry about that." She said

"Huh?"

"No, don't worry about it." She said as she leaned in close and whispered in my ear "...it's all taken care of."

"Oh! Uh, right." I said, still confused.

Shiann sat back a little and smiled.

"Come with me." She said with a big smile as she took my hand.

I've had some wild experiences so far in my time in La-la-land but this was the strangest. I've never paid for something like this, and always thought I never would. If it came to this, I'd rather walk away. But now I'm being told (twice now) that "everything is taken care of". A million thoughts were rushing through my head now. I'm starting to wonder what "everything is taken care of" meant.

Shiann led me up a flight of stairs decorated in the same red velvet-accented wallpaper but with framed paintings on its walls. I actually recognized some of them as Monet` copies. Down a short hallway where I could hear bits of laughter in other rooms, she led me into a smaller, softly lit, room with a brass canopy bed against the wall. She softly closed the door and looked at me with a broad smile.

"This is your room?" I asked standing by the bed and looking around. "Looks almost like a little apartment."

"Yes, it's very quiet, isn't it? I think it makes things a little easier for someone like you." She said as she slowly walked toward me and held me around my waist.

"I guess you're, uh, right."

Shiann softly kissed me on the cheek.

"So, would you like to take your clothes off?" she said in a slow sexy voice. 

"I-I guess that's the idea, huh?" I replied, still unsure what I was supposed to do here.

"You can hang them up there" she pointed to an antique wooden clothes rack. "And if you'd like, you can take a quick shower too." she offered as she pointed to a bathroom that looked to have a small tub/shower combo. I was looking at both wondering what my next move should be. Shiann softly touched my chin and turned my head so I was looking at her.

"Just relax, baby." She said softly as she kissed me again "gonna make you feel real good. We can talk some more." She said slowly.

Shiann began to softly caress my chest and slowly unbutton my shirt. Her hands drifted down to my jeans and she felt around the crotch.

"Mmmm, I think this'll be nice." She said as she unzipped them.

Her hands now slid inside and I felt them on my underwear.

"Oh, yes! This will be nice!"

She slipped my jeans down 'til they were around my ankles and I stepped out of them.

"Oh, you look really fine, Jim. You're gonna be just fine, babe." She said with a nod as she looked me over. "Want me to get naked now?"

"Uh, yes, I guess that's how it works." I said hesitantly.

"It sure does, honey. I like being naked too."

Shiann slid the straps of her teddy down off her shoulders and arms. Then her breasts were exposed. They were large alright.

"Wow, you definitely have, um..."

"Big boobs? You betcha honey!" she said with a smile "They got bigger, I'm a 36D now. I guess you like big boobs, huh?" she said as she caressed them for me. "Go ahead... you can touch 'em. I love it when guys do that."

I reached out and felt her tits. Man, they did feel nice as they filled my hands with their softness. Her nipples grew hard in my fingers.

"Mmmm...you've got nice hands, baby." She said in a sexy tone. "Get those undies off, baby...I wanna do some fucking." She said in a comically pleading tone.

I was still a little hesitant.

Shiann smiled, then kissed me softly.

"I'll tell you more storrreees." She said teasingly in a singsong voice.

"Well, now that you put it that way." I said with a smirk.

Shiann still had her g-string on and was about to take it off.

"No, wait. I-I'd like to do something else." I said

"Oh, you like to see me in my little panties, huh?"

"Uh, something like that." I said, still feeling bashful

I finally slid my underwear down and was naked in front of her.

She smiled as she looked at my dick, then at me.

"You look really nice." She said as she held me close, then whispered "Very...very...nice."

I reached down to feel her panties, they weren't sheer like her top, but I wanted to feel them anyway. Her panties felt warm to my touch.

"Oh, I see now." She said with a giggle "You like that, huh?"

I nodded as I began to rub them, they grew warmer.

"You're making me feel really good, you know. Shall I return the favor?"

"I guess it's only fair."

Shiann held my dick in her hands and we were now feeling one another. I could hear her breathing become more rapid.

"Oh yes...Jimmy that feels nice..." she said slowly "am I making you feel good too?"

My eyes were closed slightly but I heard myself hum something resembling approval as she began to stroke my dick, making it harder.

"You like having your dick stroked, baby?" she said

I just nodded.

"All the boys I know loving having this done too...they love to jerk off...they love a pretty girl to jerk them off."

Her hands had managed to get me very hard, and hearing her voice, combined with her tits was like a fantasy come to life.

Where was I again?

"Like what I'm doing, Jim?"

Again, I could only nod my response.

"I like doing it too, you have a very nice dick...can't wait to see what it can really do."

As she said that, she knelt down and I felt a rush of warmth and wetness as my dick slid into her mouth. I felt her tongue slide all over my dick, around the tip I shuddered with the touch of her tongue.

Shiann looked up at me.

"How's that feel, baby?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Great." I finally said.

"I knew you'd like it." She said with a giggle. "This is what I did with my first guy here, he liked it a lot."

Again, my dick disappeared into her mouth and it was enveloped in her lips and tongue. I loved how she made me feel. Seeing her take my dick and slowly lick its entire length from balls to tip, all with a sexy smile on her face, was unreal. If she kept it up I might explode right there. It took a lot to get her off my dick, but I wanted to hear more of her stories.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 47



East Coast Image had shut down operations for the Holidays. Chris and I were heading back east to see our families. I was eager to get out of town for at least a week. Ever since the Dark Hills project, things between us had started to sour and there was a definite edge to everything. I felt like anything I said or did would set him off. Chris and Marty O'Brien weren't speaking much, not just because Tigress was off the road, but because they still hadn't really settled things between them. I really didn't want to referee their battles. Exchanging palm trees for ice and snow was starting to look good to me now. 

Chris grabbed the earliest flight imaginable that day. I was grateful not to be on the same plane east with him that day. LAX was jammed with travelers. We'd become experienced enough travelers, or at least I had, to take advantage of whatever deals we could get. As well as membership in VIP clubs the airlines provided. My flight out was delayed because of weather so I headed for the VIP lounge. It was crowded in there too! Once I'd spotted a seat I made a beeline for it, just as another lady saw the same one. We reached it at the same moment and found ourselves staring at each other.

"Ah, well...beauty before age." I said as I graciously waved my hand to her.

"Thank you!" she said with a smile "that's very nice of you."

She had on navy blue sweatpants and a matching jacket, a black t-shirt underneath. Gold rimmed aviator glasses and her blonde hair was tucked tightly beneath a pink Avon cap that topped it off. As she took out her phone I looked around for another seat, no luck, so I went off to find a newspaper and try my luck later. When I returned, a few seats had opened up and the blonde I'd given my seat to saw me. She'd since removed her sunglasses and her eyes seemed to smile at me.

"Hey, there!" she said happily "figured I'd repay your favor, saved you a seat."

"Hey, cool." I said sitting down next to her "Your flight get delayed too?"

"Yes..." she said with a sigh "what about yours?"

"Same luck." I said as I offered my hand "I'm Jim"

She returned her hand "Uh, Laura Jean." she said hesitantly

"Nice name."

"Well, uh, so is yours."

"Thanks, I've always liked it." I replied.

We both smiled

"So where is Miss Laura Jean headed?"

"New York, then it's down to Nashville for Christmas with my family. What about you?"

"Same place, but I go to Connecticut for my family first and then work on New Years Eve."

"You have to work on New Year's Eve? That sucks!"

"Well, yes, but at least it's a job I like."

"Oh, what do you do?"

"Photography, I do tour photos for bands, movies, that kinda stuff."

"What bands? My daughter probably knows all about them."

"Mostly this band Tigress..."

"No way! Oh, my god! My daughter loves them! I was hoping to get her tickets for a show of theirs for her birthday but every time I tried I was working."

"Ah, and what do you do?" I asked casually

Laura Jean was about to reply when a representative came up to her with an envelope.

"Ms. Witherspoon? I've got your new ticket and your flight will be leaving in a few minutes." He said to her.

"Oh, great!" she said as she quickly gathered her things "I guess you figured out what I do, huh?"

"Uh, no. Should I?"

She smiled back at me

I stood up quickly and fumbled through my pockets

"Uh, here" I said handing her one of my business cards "I can set things up for you if you'd still like to see Tigress."

"I like that, thank you so much. Nice talking to you Jim." She said as she walked away.

"Nice talking to you, Laura Jean."

She stopped walking, then turned around

"You can call me Reese, everyone else does. Bye." She said, adding a small wave goodbye

"Okay, bye Reese."

Nice lady, I thought as I sat back down and started to read my newspaper. A man next to me watched her walk away.

"Wow, were you ever lucky." He said

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You don't know who that was?"

"I think she said her name was Laura Jean."

He chuckled

"Well, son, I'm from Nashville and I know Laura Jean Witherspoon by another name, I reckon the rest of America does too. Take care, son." And he walked away to board his flight.

Wait a minute, I thought. Laura Jean Witherspoon? Call me Reese? Had I been talking to Reese Witherspoon the whole time?

Nah, no way! 

I had returned to the frigid Northeast; back in the family unit as it were. And it was the usual holiday whirlwind, but I loved it. Chris was home with his family down the street from me. The whole time I was there, I was peppered with questions about life out in La-La Land. I suppose the leather jacket with "Tigress World Tour" gave me away. I knew I should've left that thing home. Before I knew it, New Years Eve was upon us. Marty hadn't been saying much about any plans he had for us or his clients. 

"I don't know 'Hollywood', maybe you and I should hit a party somewhere." Chris said when we met up for coffee one afternoon. "There's gotta be somebody we know throwing a party."

"What if Marty calls? Would you be willing to do anything for him after the last time?"

"Good question." He said as he looked down and idly scrolled through his IPhone's address book trying to see who he could contact.

"Still thinking about that deal?" I said referring to the big bucks deal we'd been offered by Chuck Tyler.

Chris looked up at me, eyebrows raised.

"I think being independent is best." He said slowly "but it would be one less headache if someone else was paying the bills, you know."

"You still feel like getting out altogether?"

"Tempted." He said "It would be nice to lounge around a pool for a year."

"Look, man, here's my opinion. And you can take this anyway you want." I started "we've got a great thing going out there. I'm having more fun than I ever dreamed, you are too, and you can't deny that. Don't let guys like Marty get you down."

Chris nodded and took another sip of coffee.

"OK...Let's give it another year, and see where we stand. And if we hate it, we'll split everything down the middle, close up shop and go to Vegas."

Chris reached over and held out his hand.

"You know, you'd make a great studio boss." He said shaking my hand in agreement "You know just how to negotiate a deal." He said.

"And I've got the perfect name, too."

We both chuckled, and as if by magic, Chris' phone rang. His ringtone was Pink Floyd's song "Money". He looked at the caller ID and showed it to me.

"Now, now, be nice." I said in a motherly tone.

"I'm always nice!" he growled back "Marty! What a surprise!" he said as he gritted his teeth.

I took this as my cue to get a refill. I looked back and saw him jotting down info before hanging up.

"Looks like we have our new year's party." He said as I returned

"Really? Where this time?"

"The grand opening of the Universe Pavilion at Mohegan Sun Casino." He said with a smile.

"Whoa!" I said as I sat back "Now THAT'S gonna be a big deal."

"Here's the best part, we get to be guests. So we can leave the cameras home."

"Nice!" I said "I thought Tigress was doing a show that night."

"Apparently they put their collective paws down and told Marty they wanted a night off."

"They must like to live dangerously."

"So do we." Chris said with a smirk as he stood up. "Time to suit up, Hollywood."

That was his way of saying we needed to get the proper attire for a shindig like this.

The Universe Pavilion had been a major expansion for the casino encompassing an upscale hotel, several bars and other eateries and even a Playboy club, the first one on the east coast in, well, a long time. I doubted Hef would show up, although it made me think back to when I helped out his girl Bridget long ago, maybe she'll be there?

We had the luck of being VIP's as we arrived. Not to brag, but we looked like a million bucks in matching silk suits. I never felt comfortable walking past all the other people waiting in line, it made me flash back to my days seeing all the cool kids get lucky while I didn't. You try not to feel that way, but some memories stay with you, for better or worse. We had that same glassy-eyed look from our first time in Vegas as we walked in and saw the commotion around us, bells going off at slot machines, different shouts from the craps tables, flashbulbs everywhere. To one side were several bars, another had two massive dance clubs; the Playboy club was at the far end, its white rabbit logo could probably be seen for miles. In the middle of it all were row after row of blackjack and craps tables. Numerous sponsors had their logos prominently displayed, and there were high-end retail shops too. I couldn't help but notice Rolex watches had their shop, apparently the first of its kind. I'd probably need an appointment to get in there. And right next to the Mercedes dealership too. "Where do we start?" I said to Chris.

"You tell me." He replied "Hey! There's someone we know."

He had spotted Amy Adamson, we'd met her from our Rihanna photo shoot long ago and now she was the A&R rep for Tigress. She was chatting with someone from the casino and we headed to her.

"Wow! You guys made it!" she said as she hugged us "Are you looking for Marty?"

"Right now we're just trying to get our bearings on this place." I said

"Me too," She replied "Go check in with Andre over there." She said pointing to a well dressed man in a smart tuxedo. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

Andre had already set up everything for us, we could get a complimentary dinner at any place we chose and free drinks all night. Plus Marty had arranged rooms for us if we chose to stay overnight.

"I guess we're all set." Chris said to me. "And I think I see my companions for the night."

"Already?"

"Look over at the video wall." He said

Two lovely and leggy blondes were holding wine glasses and chatting.

"Uh, you know them?" I asked

"I soon will," He said adding that smirk of his that always spoke volumes.

"See you in an hour for dinner Hollywood." 

"I'll bet you will..." I could only shrug my shoulders as he walked over and began to work his magic on them. "Well, Hollywood, let's see what you can find" I said to myself in a resigned way.

The gambling tables were crowded and it was tough to see what action was going on. The bars were bustling with orders. I got lucky with a passing waitress who had complimentary glasses of a new wine produced by the casino. The TV cameras were filming the arrivals of the beautiful people who seemed to be everywhere. I almost felt like I was back in Hollywood that famous night our business took off when we met a certain blonde "celebutante", this certainly seemed like her kind of place. 

Luckily another familiar face appeared, Mike Jensen, whom I met in Nashville on the Carrie Underwood and Gretchen Wilson photo shoots. 

"Hey! Jim!" he called out

"Whoa, good to see someone I know."

He was with his wife, a gorgeous redhead named Trisha.

"Y'all here with Marty and his crew?" she asked in a deep southern accent

"Just as guests, he gave us the night off."

"Of course, it is a holiday and all." He said "Hey, we're going to the Playboy Club for dinner, wanna come?"

"Uh, sure let me text my partner, I'm not sure what his plans were."

"OK, come over if you can make it. We'll save you a seat."

Mike and Trisha went off to one of the craps tables to watch the action while I texted Chris. It was tough to get a clear signal on my phone so I went closer to one of the huge windows. It was out side of a dance club called Hidden Treasure. Just as I finished texting Chris, I heard a boisterous club MC inside the huge club;

"Alllllllrrrrright everybody...Are you ready!!! Give it up for your host here tonight...Billionaire Barbie herself.....Paris Hilton!!!!"

My head almost did a 360 as I heard her name amidst all the screams from the crowd.

"What the..." I said out loud

It really WAS her! She bounded up onto the elevated stage above the dance floor. Wearing an electric gold and silver dress with shimmering sequin accents she smiled broadly, her blonde hair looked even more gorgeous than it usually did.

"What's up everybody!!!!!!" she yelled out to the screaming crowd "Welcome to my party!!! I've got DJ Freddy here...hit the tunes Freddy!"

And the party kicked up again as she shimmied to the music on the large platform.

"I'll be damned." I muttered "Maybe I found my date too."

But I had to remind myself that it was always impossible to get close to her; she was always the one who found ME. 

Ah, well. One can always hope. 

My phone buzzed with an incoming text from Chris

"BZY NOW C U B 4 MIDNITE" it said

"OK GO N 2 PBOY CLUB 4 DINR" I wrote back

"LUCKY U HVE FUN" he responded

Well, got my plans set, I thought.

The flashbulbs were still popping as I stood in the doorway to the dance club, and enormous bouncer blocked the entrance.

"You want somethin' bro?" he snarled

"Uh, not anymore!" I quickly replied before walking away, breathing a sigh of relief.

I better get to the club, now!

The Playboy Club was everything I expected, the bunnies were gorgeous as usual as they wandered about in their high heels, satin costumes in different colors and trademark bunny ears. The VIP passes we got were an instant entry anywhere we went. "Bunny Sherry" immediately knew who I was meeting there as she guided me to Mike & Trisha's table. With them was a gorgeous blonde with her back to me.

"Hey! There he is!" Mike called out as he spotted me.

The blonde turned around

I wasn't sure I recognized her at first

"Jim, this is Julianne...she was at Gretchen's show, remember?"

The blonde stood up

"Hi, Jim! I'm Julianne Hough."

"Wow, yes, I sure do remember you."

Oh, man I recognized her for sure! It was Julianne Hough, all right. And she looked gorgeous! Her thick blonde hair had that slightly feathered look, which only showed off her beautiful eyes all the more, and a black mini skirt with a deep "v' in the front and subtle sequins that showed lots of leg only added to the look of a beauty.

"Man, you look incredible." I gushed

"Oh, come on!" she giggled "I wore this at an awards show last year, it's an oldie."

"But a goodie!" I quickly replied making everyone laugh.

"OK, sit down chuckles." Mike said "the comedy club's next door."

"Right, sit next to me." Julianne said 

Like I'm gonna turn that down?

Mike quickly got a round of drinks for everyone. Julianne sipped a glass of red wine as did the rest of us.

"Not too bad, I must say." I said after a few sips. "Although, I'm no connoisseur. Any wine usually tastes good to me."

"No, you're right, this is good." Julianne replied "I like a good glass of wine. I'm usually more of a beer drinker though."

"No way, really?" Trisha said in a surprised tone 

"Uh-huh, Corona with lime. But not too much" She said between sips "Have to be a good girl, you know."

I couldn't believe it, a Corona gal right next to me. What were the odds?

"Wow, that's my favorite too. I like having some sense of control." I said

"I always thought dancers stayed away from that stuff." Trisha said

"Well, I usually do, being from Utah and all. I never drink anything harder though. But I love champagne, I'll say that."

"I can only imagine how much they stock this joint with." Mike said as he looked around the club. Trisha knew what he was looking at and gave him a playful elbow.

"Keep lookin', honey that's all you'll be doin' tonight." She said making us all laugh.

"It feels so weird in here, I tell you." Julianne said as she looked around too "It's almost like a strip club!"

"With your legs, Julie you'd make a great bunny." Trisha said

"Ha! Oh, if you only knew!" Julianne giggled

"Why?" I asked

"Well...Playboy actually made me an offer to pose awhile back."

Mike and I both said "Whoa!" simultaneously.

"I knew you'd say that!" she laughed "They made me an offer, but my god, my Mom would freak out! So, I never told her."

"Well, if it's any consolation, you'd certainly have the perfect Halloween costume." I said as Bunny Sherry refilled our glasses.

"Aw, thank you Jim." She said placing her hand on mine for added effect. It felt incredibly soft. "You were at that Nashville show over the summer, right?"

"I sure was, did the photos for Gretchen's website."

"Oh man, that was a fun tour we did! She sure does love to party." Julianne said with a wide smile and laugh.

"Yeah, I got a taste of that too." I said shaking my head "She invited all of us up to this bar after the show. It was one of those nights where I lost track of how many drinks I had."

"Oh, yeah I forgot about that!" Mike said with a laugh.

We didn't really eat anything big while there, we were too busy drinking and talking. Plus it seemed every few minutes someone was coming up and asking to get an autograph or photo with Julianne. 

Guess who took the pictures?

But I liked being close to this lovely dancer. And I had the feeling she felt the same. She sat close to me and we seemed to catch one watching the other. She had such a cute smile, and she had the most beautiful perfume on.

"Think you'll be going back to Nashville soon?" Mike asked me

His voice snapped me back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, uh, not sure just yet. All depends on what your people have in mind."

"We might be putting together our own version of that tour you did with Rihanna."

"Who would be on it?" I was intrigued

"Well, obviously Julianne, here."

She looked at me with a big smile. Oh, she was hot!

"Possibly Gretchen Wilson or Miranda Lambert, all depends on their schedules. That show we put on in Nashville was a huge success and my firm used that as a test to see how it would do."

Mike wasn't kidding. He represented a booking company called Scarlett Productions that was based in Atlanta and handled country music talent all over the U.S. If anyone could put together a Triple Threat-type show with country music people, it was him. 

"For me, it all depends on how well 'Footloose' does, too." She added, referring to her upcoming movie. "Plus, I might be doing the Rock of Ages movie."

Bunny Sherry returned to pass out complimentary cigars with the Playboy logo. The girls got a good laugh at seeing how Mike and I looked with cigars propped in our mouths.

"Tell ya what, doll..." I said to Julianne in my best showbiz hotshot voice "I'll make ya a star in this town." I added a flourish with one arm raised to the stars and the other around her.

She was in hysterics laughing

"Am I really gonna be a star...it's been mah childhood dream!" she said in a comical southern accent.

"Stick with me babe...I'll show you how to fly...we'll dance until dawn and watch the world go by...in the night time." I sang out the words to the old J. Geils Band song, and to my surprise Julianne knew the song too. 

The wine was definitely loosening us up.

I now spotted Chris wandering over to the table, but with two different girls in tow, namely Candy and Mandy from Tigress, amidst much head turning and flashbulb clicking.

"Hey! It's our fearless leader!" I called out

Chris was definitely a little buzzed.

"Look at this guy, without me, he'd be nothing." He said to the girls "now look at him...hanging with the stars...does he remember me? Nooooo..." his voice was a bit of a slur. He stretched out a hand to Julianne.

"How ya doin', doll?" he said "I'm Chris, his boss." He said gesturing to me

She looked at him warily but at least smiled.

"Uh, Where you off to?" I asked trying to steer him back on track

"Oh, uh...dunno." He seemed to now be staggering.

I quickly got up and got close to him. We'd done some drinking in the past but the way he was acting didn't seem right.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 47



"Hey, tell you what pal, I know a bottle that's dying to meet you." I said as I tried to escort him away from the others. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed 

"Hey, Hollywood, don't worry about me." He said quickly recovering. "I've got a couple of ladies to keep me happy. You've seen me goof around like this before."

I had a sudden realization of why he might be this way.

"This isn't your way of getting back at Marty is it? Grabbing them for the night?"

"What do you think?" he said with a wink "Ladies! Let us party on!"

Candy and Mandy wandered off with Chris.

Some people like to live dangerously, I thought. Chris was never a mean or sloppy drunk, but I never really knew what to expect with him sometimes. Maybe it was just dumb luck, but I always seem to be elsewhere if bad things happened. But I had a weird feeling about this time, like maybe someone's luck was about to run out. 



For December, the night air wasn't too chilly and several people were outside on the huge veranda to get a view of fireworks that were supposed to go off at midnight in the nearby town. I was enjoying my complimentary cigar, well, as best as I could since I was never a smoker. I guess I could really claim that I didn't inhale. The night air was clear and the stars were everywhere, on the ground and in the sky. I wasn't alone tonight, but in a way I still felt alone. I couldn't help but wonder where some of the ladies I'd met were. And how I wish I could be with some of them. I knew Paris was nearby in the dance club living it up. Lindsay was in LA doing her TV series "Blind Item", but I'd started to hear rumblings about her bad habits slowly returning. Blake Lively was in New York tonight, she'd been on TV for the unveiling of the giant crystal star on the Rockefeller Center tree, and was hosting a big New Years Eve TV extravaganza for her "Gossip Girl" network, the CW. Kim Kardashian was in Las Vegas with her sisters. Jennifer Aniston was probably on a beach down in Mexico. Hilary and Carrie were now married ladies. And as for the ladies I met in London, Emma, Beth and Pixie Lott, I had no idea where they could be. And to be honest, I didn't care all that much. In the end I really felt like I'd been used by them for a good time, nothing more. I think Marty did too as his deal with Pixie Lott's career fell apart, a rare misstep for him that he'd rather forget. 

But this was New Year's Eve, I should be celebrating. 

I smiled and raised my champagne glass to the stars.

"Here's to you ladies..." I said "wish I was there with you."

I turned around and saw Julianne coming out onto the deck, she'd borrowed Mike's jacket and she spotted me.

"Hey! There you are!" she said with that bubbly voice of hers "Whatcha doing? Stargazing?

"Ah, something like that." I said with a smile as she stood close to me, as if a kiss was about to happen.

"You disappeared so quick, it's close to midnight you know."

"Oh yes, I know, just figured you'd want to avoid cigar smoke."

"Well, you're right about that. Come on, we should be inside." She said as she took my hand and led me back inside where the excitement was building. We quickly found Mike and Trisha and grabbed our champagne glasses as the countdown began.

"10...9...8...7..." they all chanted.

Julianne got in close to me and I felt her arm around me, I pulled her in close as we watched the giant multi-colored clock with the Playboy logo tick down the seconds.

"6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!" everyone screamed

Julianne and I turned to one another and as if on cue, we kissed. Her kiss felt so soft and romantic, and even in the flashing kaleidoscope of lights I could see her beautiful eyes. Confetti and balloons were falling everywhere, horns blowing. She held her arms up and started to sway and cheer to a disco version of "Auld Lang Syne" that played over the sound system. Her arms went around me again and we kissed more. 

Wow! She felt nice!

"Happy New Year, Jim..." even with the noise around us, I could hear her whisper it in my ear. I couldn't help but smile in return, her voice was so sexy.

"Happy New Year to you too, Miss Julianne." I whispered in her ear, making her smile widely. I pulled her in closer and we kissed again.

Like I said, she felt nice!

We were looking at each other a lot closer than before.

Julianne hugged Trisha and Mike and we all raised our glasses in tribute again as the party rolled on.

After many glasses of champagne, the party in the club seemed to be winding down. Julianne had sat close to me the whole night and we snuck a couple of kisses in when we thought no one was looking.

I wonder where this could be going?

"Wow, what a night." She said as she finished off a Coke

"You said it, I wonder where my partner went off to?"

"Was he the guy you went off with?"

"Right, that's him. He's a good guy for the most part."

"Man, my feet are killing me." She said as she slipped off one of her stilettos and rubbed her foot.

"A dancer with sore feet? Shocking." I said making her laugh

Mike and Trisha came back from the bar area.

"We're gonna call it a night, kids." Mike said

"OK, thanks for a great night, Mike." I said as I stood and said my goodbyes to the couple "Keep us in mind for that tour."

"You got it, kid." Trisha said as they walked off

Julianne looked at her silver watch

"Man, 2:30. It's way past my bedtime." She said looking at me

"Mine too, you've got a room here I trust?"

"Yep, right now all I wanna do is get into my sweats, watch the Twilight Zone marathon and zone out."

"Oh, yeah, I love Twilight Zone. I forgot about that, that's so cool for a night like this."

"Well...why not come up and watch some of it with me. You've got a room here too, right."

"As a matter of fact." I said as I leaned in close to her "I do."

She gave me a little smile and a soft kiss.

"Let's go." She said

I took a last look around the club, sure was nice. I'll have to tell Chris about this place, it's definitely the kind of place we'd have a wild time at.

Julianne and I walked out of the club holding hands, she was spotted by fans who called out to her as flashbulbs popped. 

"Hey! Julianne Hough! Gina J from 96.5 TIC-FM!" called out a girl from a local radio station. She talked to Gina for a few moments, mostly about her New Year's Eve.

"Who's the guy with you?" she asked us "Where's Ryan?" thinking she had some dirt on her mystery date and why it wasn't Ryan Secrest.

Julianne looked at me with a smile

"Just a friend, that's all!" she said with a laugh as we walked off.

We knew we'd given the press a good laugh.

The long hallway to the hotel entrance was largely empty and silent given the late hour and only a solitary employee with a vacuum was there. Julianne slipped off her elegant stiletto heels, looking relieved to be barefoot. On the walls were mirrors of various sizes that she couldn't resist checking herself out in before doing an elegant dancer's spin.

"Dance with me, Jim." She said with a big smile

"I'll try, just hope I don't step on your lovely toes."

"You won't, just follow me."

She did a cool and sexy cha-cha with her hips before doing a high kick and dancing around me with fancy footwork, watching herself in the mirrors the whole time. 

"See? I knew you wouldn't step on my toes." She said in my ear as she embraced me from behind.

"You were right, Miss Julianne." 

"Oh, yeah baby." She said as she bumped my ass with her hips, making us both laugh.

Julianne Hough took my hand and pulled me close to her and we kissed, looking at ourselves in the mirror.

"Mmmmm...we look hot!" she said

"Oh yeah, baby" I said as I bumped into her the same way she did me.

Now she took my hand and we did a somewhat clumsy tango down the long hallway, spinning around for a tango back the other way. She elegantly released herself so we were at arms length from one another, very dancer-like as she extended her arm fully. I did the same. Then she spun herself back into my arms so we were again close enough to kiss. Spinning outward, I somehow instinctively raised my left hand upward like a dancer would to twirl her around.

"Ohhh...you dance divinely, Jim." She said with that slightly raspy voice of hers, smiles all around.

"My parents made me take divine lessons." I said as we tangoed again. "...broke my heart to leave them back there on Krypton." I said as I twirled her around again.

"Muy bueno." I heard "vacuum man" say in the distance.

That did it! We practically fell on the floor laughing

"Thank you!" Julianne somehow said through her laughter 

"Let's head for the Twilight Zone before we get too carried away." I said

"Good idea!" she laughed

We were still laughing when we made it to the elevators. We got on and she pushed the button for her floor, 22.

As the doors closed, she turned to me and we kissed, deeply.

What courage I had finally came out and I caressed her ass as we kissed. She looked up at me and smiled.

"That feels nice." She said as the elevator hummed upward.

"I like it too." I said softly as I kissed her again and our tongues began to touch. I felt her hands doing the same to me. I softly pressed her against the wall of the elevator, kissing deeply as my hand went slowly to touch her tits. I could hear her breathe in as she felt my hand on her breast.

"Mmmm...no, not here." She said quietly "might be cameras."

"You're right," I said "Your floor is coming up anyway."

Julianne nodded and quickly straightened herself just as the doors opened.

The doors slid open and we looked out into the hallway. It was oddly quiet. 

"Are you sure this is the right floor?" I was a little confused

"It's probably quiet because this is where the suites are, come on." She said as she led me down the hallway "I kinda like it, after all the noise at the club."

"I know what you mean I've never been a club person anyway."

"Neither have I!" she said with a surprised look as we reached her room.

Julianne reached inside a tiny purse on a gold string for her keycard.

"That's got to be the tiniest purse I've ever seen." I said

"Oh, it's perfect for me. I just have what I need for a night out like this." She said with a cute smile. "I got it in Japan last year."

She slipped the keycard in and the door silently clicked open. There was no need to feel around for the light switch, she waved her hand over a small red light on the wall and it silently illuminated her suite. It was nicely appointed with a large living room and bedroom through a set of double doors.

"Nice digs, doll." I said looking around

I felt her softly pull on my silk tie and pull me toward her and we kissed. She felt so nice to hold close, her skin ever so soft and fragrant. Her eyes were like diamond crystals as she looked at me smiling once our lips had parted.

"I like you." She said softly

"I like you too." I replied (like I'd say anything else?)

"Let me put something more comfortable on..." she said 

"See if there's any champagne in the fridge." She said as she went into the bedroom.

As I looked around the dimly lit room, there was a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall, comfortable chairs throughout and a king size bed in the next room on a small platform. 

Through a bit of incredible luck, I was standing at such an angle that I could see a large mirror on one wall of the bedroom. And though I tried not to look, in its reflection I could see Julianne take off a gold necklace she'd been wearing and untie the top of her dress and slide it down her shapely thighs and dancers legs. She wore no bra and her tits were beautiful, maybe a small C size that I caught a quick glimpse of as she went into the bathroom wearing only what looked like lacy black panties. I turned away and closed my eyes slightly as I went to the mini fridge.

"Man, oh man..." I said to myself as I went to the mini fridge. To my surprise I found 2 mini champagne bottles.

"Find anything?" I heard her call

"Yes, 2 bottles of what looks like the domestic stuff."

"Perfect." She said as she came back in the living room wearing a bright red satin robe that ended just above her knees. "Pop that cork!" she said with a laugh.

"Luckily it's not a screw off cap." I said

We each had glasses of champagne now

"Happy new year" we both said as we linked our arms and our glasses clinked.

"Mmmm...not bad." She said

"The champagne is nice too." I replied with my usual wise-ass voice making her laugh.

"You're funny." She said

"Thanks, uh, y-you're pretty."

She cocked her head to the side as if saying 'oh, come on' but with a smile that told me she liked this charming man (who? Me?) 

There was again a silence between us in the room and we kissed. My hands slowly went to her breasts again, this time she offered no resistance. They felt soft and I could feel her body soften even more as she enjoyed my touch.

"Oh yessss..." she said as she exhaled slowly "just like that..."

I was cupping her breast now and through the robe I knew her nipples were becoming erect. We continued to kiss as she removed my jacket and tie to feel me through my shirt.

"Let's go in the bedroom, honey." She said softly as she led me by the hand. She'd dimmed the lights in the bedroom so it had a soft glow.

Julianne stood at the foot of the bed and drew me to her. We kissed and she gave no resistance. She wanted to unbutton my shirt, maybe even do a dramatic tearing off of it. Once she had it unbuttoned, she ran her soft fingers up and down my chest.

"Oh, nice, baby." She said slowly and softly "Let me take that suit off you."

Julianne continued to slowly unbutton my shirt and then drew it completely off me.

"Do the same to me." She said

I reached down and slowly pulled the tie on her robe, it loosened and opened. She looked at me and let the robe fall off her shoulders and to the floor.

Julianne had beautiful tits that slowly revealed themselves. Beautifully round with penny sized nipples.

She'd also removed her panties. Her legs were smooth as silk, as what was between her legs, too.

"Do I look OK?" she asked in a wondering tone

"You l-l-look beautiful..." I replied in a near whisper.

"Thank you." She replied in the same whispery tone as we kissed deeply. Her hands and body felt so soft and warm, her perfume only added to the desire we both felt.

Julianne's hands slipped down to my belt and loosened it, my pants were soon off too. And she liked what she saw too. Her smile said volumes.

"It's beautiful" she said in the same soft tone

Almost instantly I felt like I had steel between my legs, her soft hands only made it better as she touched it.

"Let's lie on the bed." I said

She nodded.

We lay on the huge bed, the soft glow made her look even prettier as we kissed. Julianne had a soft body, no doubt. I slowly moved her hair away from her face with my finger. She softly traced my face with her finger. I couldn't help but watch her beautiful eyes.

"Let me make you feel good." She said

"You already are." I said

"You deserve something special for the new year." She said with a sexy smile

As we lay close to one another, I felt her hand drift down my chest

"I've got an idea." She said "something I've always wanted to try."

"What's that?"

"Get your tie." She said

Intrigued, I sat up and found it on the floor and handed it to her. She sat up and softly draped it over her tits. The material must've felt good to her because she breathed in a very sexy tone before showing it to me.

"Tie me up, just my wrists." She said with a sly smile.

"Tie you up?"

"Uh-huh, just to the headboard." She said "it's just a little something I want to try just once."

"A little something you want to try...just once?" I repeated

She giggled.

"Yes." She said as she showed me her wrists.

"Okay." I said as I drew them back over her head "I'll warn you, it's been a long time since I lived out someone's bondage fantasy."

Julianne laughed as she was softly tied to the headboard with my silk tie. She looked at me with such a sexy smile.

"Do with me, what you will..." she said

What was in front of me was, well, rather nice.

Her long dancers legs were ultra smooth and they went on forever up to her beautifully pink pussy, also ultra-smooth. It was so different to see a girl like this in front of me. It's probably a new thing for her too, considering she's seeing a naked guy in front of her and she's tied up.

What do I do now?

I felt those famous legs, how soft and smooth they were as I ran my hands up them. She was writhing somewhat as she felt my touch as it got closer and closer to her love nest. 

I kissed her pussy ever so softly.

"Ohhhh....ohhhh baby..." she sighed

As my kisses slowly turned to licks her moans and sighs increased. She tasted so warm and wet the more my tongue felt her. I looked up and saw her eyes closed and arms moving, like she wanted to touch herself (or me) but the restraints stopped her.

"Oh yeah...yes...yes...oh god...omigod...omigod...uh-huh..." she said in increasing tones.

I slowly worked my way off her pussy and now up her toned belly, I wanted to kiss those beautiful tits of hers. I softly caressed her tits as she watched smiling and sighing with pleasure.

"Oh Jim...baby...ohhhhhhgggoddddd....yessss"

I kissed her nipples and they were quickly became erect bullets the longer my tongue was on them.

The more I lay practically on top of her the more I could feel my dick touching her pussy, it was probably aching to go inside her.

"Jim...baby..." she asked softly "untie me...I want to feel you."

I nodded and untied her restraints. She rubbed her wrists and sat up to hug me. 

"Make love to me Jim." She whispered in my ear.

I looked at her and she smiled, just like I was a fan watching her onstage. I think about now I'd be considered a super fan.

Julianne slowly pushed me onto my back and lay atop me before kissing my neck, then down to my chest before sitting up again.

"My, looks at this." She said with a giggle as she held my dick. "I wonder what I should do?"

"Do with me, what you will." I replied

"Oh...where did you hear that?" she asked with a sly smile TV viewers had probably seen so many times before.

"From someone I know." I replied

Julianne Hough began to feel my dick in her soft hands.

"Looks nice." She said with a smile before getting a look of desire in her eyes as her legs swung over it, and then guided it into her pussy. Her head slowly fell backwards and her eyes went skyward. She then looked at me with her mouth open and no sound but a few squeaky "ohs" as it was fully inside her.

"Oh god...it's in me...oh my god..." she gasped

I began to push upward with my hips into her but she took control and started moving as well, those hips of hers doing all the work. She soon leaned back and used her arms to balance herself. Her hips moved more powerfully as she gasped and moaned the more we fucked this way. 

She sure was flexible!

Julianne leaned down and kissed me.

"I wanna do something else." She said

"S-s-something else?" now I was the one gasping

She nodded and slowly rolled off me and sat up.

"Something very dancer-like." She said "come on."

I somehow pulled myself up and she took my hand to help me off the bed.

Julianne released her grip on my hand and walked in front of me, she did a dancer's twirl and moved in much the same way as we'd danced earlier, only now it was a naked Julianne doing her dance for me.

"So I'd make a good Playboy girl, huh?" she said to me as she stood with her back against the door frame, a long lovely leg propped up seductively.

"Uh-huh..." was all I could croak out at that moment.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 47



"Can your Playboy girl do this?" she said

Julianne Hough slowly raised an arm up and spun around began humping the doorframe with a sexy expression on her face, like she was getting fucked. Then she did a sultry strut towards me, her legs doing tight curls around one another as she got closer and closer to me. I was too stunned to say anything as her hands touched my shoulders and then slowly went down my chest.

"Mmmmm...so nice." She said in that cute voice of hers.

Then she disappeared outside the room, before showing a leg kicking out, then looking around the corner to me and beckoning me with her finger.

"Come on, Jimmy..." she said in her own sweet way "you sexy thang, you!"

She didn't need to ask twice.

I looked around the corner and saw she was against the large window, her arms raised and crossed as she shimmied very snake-like across the window, looking ever so hot before turning around and doing the same movements showing off her beautiful ass to me. I wonder if anyone in the parking lots down below was wondering if the booze wasn't making them see things up above. All I could do was watch as I getting this amazing private show from her. She was enjoying all these moves, it was so unlike what people say her do every week on TV.

She leaned against the window where the couch was and then draped her leg over it, pointing her toes, very ballet-like and then swung it upward into another spin landing atop the couch where she arched her back. 

It was incredibly sexy to watch, to say the least.

She rolled down onto the couch, and turned on her side to look at me. Seeing her there reminded me of every Playboy centerfold I'd ever seen. I think she was giving me an exclusive photo-op here. I was actually glad I had no cameras with me. At times like this, the memory takes better photos than any camera could.

"Like that?" she said with a smile

Should I reply with a wise-ass remark or be honest?

"Do you really need to ask?" I replied 

Her giggly smile told me I'd said the right thing.

I walked over to her as she lay on the couch and knelt down to kiss her. She slowly lay on her back and I saw her left leg rise up onto the back of the couch. Her face had a look of desire and I knew this was the time.

I climbed atop her and my dick slid inside her, she inhaled deeply and a soft and sexy sigh came from her as I slowly began to fuck her. It felt beautiful. There was no sound around us. The quiet of the room provided the perfect soundtrack as we fucked. Our arms were wrapped around one another as we became one, her breaths and sighs so sexy.

"Yes...oh yessss...yes baby...ohhhhh..." she sighed

This was a girl I wasn't just fucking for the thrill of it, she felt different, sounds like a cliché' I know, but it was true.

She didn't want just a fast banging, she was a romantic and this was certainly the night for it as I did her somewhat harder, her sighs now became gasps.

"Oh yeah! God, yes! Do it! Do it! Do it, Jim do it!" she said faster

I really went at it now, she was into it. And I could feel myself getting into it too. I wished it would never end. But I felt a release coming from inside me.

"So good...oh god...gonna...gonna cum...oh god...ohyeeeeeaahhhhh!" I said with a groan from within.

Julianne cried out in a long slow cry of passion as she felt me within her. She pulled me in even closer to her.

"Yes baby...oh so good...so good...oh baby..." she said in a beautifully loving voice. 

Whatever it was I did, she loved it.

We lay on the couch, our breaths slowly returning to normal.

"Jim...that was beautiful." She said to me with a soft kiss.

All I could do was nod. I was still trying to return to normal

"It was...it really was." I finally said to her.

"Maybe we should lie on the bed." She said

"Good idea."

We slowly pulled ourselves up off the couch and went back into the bedroom. Slipping under the covers of the large bed with her was so calming. She immediately snuggled up close to me and I felt a lovely leg wrap itself around me in the darkness of the room and her beautiful face on my chest looking up at me. 

"Feel okay, honey?" she said

"Oh, yes...I should be asking you that."

"I feel wonderful, you were so sweet." She said smiling

I held her closer and I thought I heard a sniffle from her. No matter, the feeling of her body against mine was enough as we fell asleep.

Julianne had been very sweet to be with, that's for sure. I hoped we'd see one another on that tour Mike had talked about. I once again felt like a king as I strolled down the hall towards the elevators; dark silk suit, white shirt opened slightly as my tie was missing (Julianne had a nice souvenir of the evening). 

Yep, I was Hollywood Jim, alright.

Just then I stumbled on a room service tray on the floor, rebounded off a maid's cart and nearly fell on my face. Once I regained my footing (not to mention pride) I hit the button for the elevator. 

Like I said, I'm Hollywood Jim. At least to myself I am.

But right now, I was hungry. I never did use the room Marty had provided for us, I guess being in Julianne's was a suitable upgrade.

It was on to the breakfast buffet!

I probably looked a little out of place in a slightly rumpled silk suit amidst the tourists and giggly kids running around looking for cocoa puffs. 

But give me a big plate of breakfast with all the fixings and I'll fit in anywhere.

Just as I'd gotten settled, my cellphone rang

The caller ID said it was "Mimi Sheraton".

"Mimi Sheraton?" I said to myself, Probably Chris' alias of the day, hoping he can catch me with a hangover. I think it was more likely he'd be the one hung over.

"Yes, Mimi?" I answered in a tired voice "what is it now?"

"Hollywood you naughty boy, not coming to kiss me at midnight!"

It was Paris, her voice shocking me back to reality.

"Oh! I, uh...oh brother..." I stammered "I'm in trouble now."

"Yes, you are!" she said in a giggly voice. "Come up and see me before I leave."

"OK, uh, I'll see you in like a half hour?"

"I'll be here" she said in that sweet tone only she had "Suite 2112"

"OK, see you then."

"Bye, babe." She making a kissing sound as she hung up.

My new year is starting off rather well, I thought.

My cellphone rang again a moment later and as I looked at the caller ID, I was taken aback. 

The ID said the caller was Roger Sullivan.

Roger Sullivan was a name I knew but had never seen, at least on my phone. Roger was an attorney that Chris had met soon after he first arrived in Los Angeles. As he told it, he'd gotten a speeding ticket and decided to contest the ticket in court. While waiting for his case to be called he watched Roger, whom he'd never met, so skillfully argue his own disputed ticket to the point where the judge began to strongly question the competency of a 10 veteran of the police force and why he hadn't been relegated to a desk job or immediate retirement. Chris knew this was the man to have for his business. Roger was in fact studying for the California bar exam. When he passed the bar and was immediately hired by a sharp LA law firm, East Coast Image was brought along as a client. Roger was definitely a sharpie. 

But why was he calling me?

"Jim, where are you now?" he asked in a serious tone

"I'm having a late breakfast at Mohegan Sun."

"So you're still at the hotel? You haven't checked out yet?"

"No, checkout for me isn't 'til like 1, I haven't even been to my room, what's going on?"

"OK, I'm on my way over there now, stay in your room, and whatever you do don't talk to anyone 'til I get there."

"Roger, what the hell's going on?"

"I can't tell you over the phone, just do as I say." His firm tone made me nervous

"Uh, okay I'll be there. Should I call Chris?"

"Jim..." He again said firmly "just do as I say." 

All the way up to my room I wondered what could be going on. It must be serious if Roger was coming, especially since he was based in LA and we saw him maybe once a year at the most. His work and ours rarely coincided.

I tried Chris' phone again but got his voicemail.

Now, I was scared

I didn't even look to see how the room was, I was pacing it running over possible reasons for Roger's sudden appearance, and dreading his appearance at the same time.

When I heard his knock on the door, I had to take a series of deep breaths before opening it. It was Roger, all right. He was dressed in a combination of courtroom and golf course. He calmly walked in with a briefcase.

"Hi, wh-what's going on?" I asked, petrified by whatever could be going on.

"Have a seat Jim." He calmly said

I gingerly sat down at the room's table as he opened his briefcase and pulled out a folder, and took a deep breath.

"OK, I might as well tell you straight out." He said

I could feel my hands shaking

"Chris died this morning." He said



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 48



I felt my body drop from within and it seemed like the room was spinning. No words came from me only a hoarse whisper.

"H-h-h-how?" was all I could say

"Sometime before midnight he had an altercation with someone outside Hidden Treasure, I guess it's a dance club."

"Marty..." I mumbled "Oh god..."

"What?"

"Marty O'Brien, was it Marty O'Brien?"

Roger looked at me before slowly nodding his head

"Yes..." he said slowly "They had some words, then it escalated and somebody took a swing at the other, the security cameras will probably tell better."

"Marty...damn it, Marty." I mumbled again "Does he know about this?"

"Yes, and from what I've been told he's on a plane home with his own attorney."

"So he and Chris got into a fistfight?"

"Right, the casino security broke things up, and he disappeared."

"Then what happened?"

"From that point, things get a little fuzzy. Chris left the complex..."

"Was anybody with him?" I asked

Roger hesitated answering

"Yes." He began "Candy from Tigress was with him."

This only got worse

"Oh no...was...was she..." my voice trailed off

"Yes, she was in the car with him."

My eyes closed and I couldn't form the words to ask the next question. But Roger knew what I wanted to ask.

"She walked away without a scratch." He said quickly "She called 911." 

"Car, what car?" I was confused "We didn't drive here."

"Candy had a rental car that he was driving. They were on the highway and somehow he lost control, hit a Jersey barrier and was hit by another car."

"God, no..."

"Look, Jim. This is unfortunately a delicate situation. I'll handle everything, the casino security and maybe the state police might want to talk to you since you were with him in the Playboy club."

"Why me?"

"You were one of the last people to see him alive. You might be asked about his state of mind."

"Christ almighty..."

There was a silence between us

I took a deep breath.

"What about his family, have his parents been contacted?" I somehow asked

"Yes, the state police did that. And a friend I have on the force called me."

The rest of Roger's explanation went by in a haze for me. I didn't know what else to say. I'd just lost not only a business partner but my best friend. He'd convinced me that being out west was the place for me. I owed so much of my "new life" as it were to him.

Now what do I do?

"So that's all I know at this time." Roger said with a resigned sigh. He knew this was a loss for him as well. Much of his success had also been because of our friend.

"I'll call you in a few days." He said as he left.

As we walked to the door he gave me a hug.

"I'm very sorry, he was my friend, too." He said

I nodded.

I called my parents. My Mom was with his family since they lived practically next door and had been friends for years. I decided the best thing to do was go home for awhile. Roger had a driver waiting for me but there was a cold, sad feeling to my ride home. I didn't even play the radio. I just let the miles tick off, the chilly grey that was outside matched my mood. 

Over the next few days, I saw a steady stream of people go in and out of his house. I heard members of his large family came in from different parts of the country. Some I hadn't seen in many years, funny how funerals bring families together sometimes. His funeral was a solemn occasion, I was asked to do his eulogy, what I said there I'll keep to myself. Besides, I think if I told half of what we did it wouldn't go over well at a funeral service. Kinda like that Seinfeld episode with George's infamous "curse toast". 

Roger was there too, and pulled me aside at the wake.

"I'll call you tomorrow, unfortunately there's some important business we need to take care of." He said

"Right, let's get this done."

He looked surprise at my response, it seemed so unlike me. But I needed to get something resembling a routine back in my life. The shorter I "lived in misery" as the song goes the better. 

When I returned home after the wake, it was still chilly everywhere. It was strange being back in my old bedroom, looking back over scattered mementos of the past. I guess it was therapeutic, seeing old photos, some with Chris, reliving old memories, it made things easier somewhat. I even found some old cassette tapes I'd made from long ago. They still played too, another memento of the old days as I heard voices from long ago. Outside my window I could see a blue Mustang slowly coming down the street. Then see its turn signal start blinking. Probably someone going to see those two skanky girls who lived across the street from me, I thought. Chris and I remembered those girls, and long ago we'd agreed that neither of them was worth our time.

A few minutes later, I heard our doorbell ring and my Mom talking to someone downstairs.

"Jimmy! Someone here to see you." She called

Another sign I was back home, someone calling me "Jimmy". 

Nobody ever called me that back in LA! 

I went downstairs and stopped suddenly when I was near the last step.

It was Blake.

"Hi." She said in that voice only she had in times like this. 

She looked so casually gorgeous in a Navy pea coat, its collar up and a plaid Burberry scarf wrapped around her neck. Black leather boots worn outside matched leggings and stretching just up to her knees finished off the look of the ever-so stylish Ms. Lively.

She softly wrapped herself around me.

"I heard about your friend, I'm so sorry." She said in a sympathetic voice

"My god...I can't believe you're here" then realized who was standing by us "Oh, Mom, this is..."

"Hi, I'm Blake Lively." She jumped in extending her hand "I worked with Jim and Chris on a project in San Francisco awhile back."

Mom was completely charmed by Blake.

"I have to go out for a bit, Jim, think you'll be OK?"

"Oh yeah, I'll be fine Mom."

"Good, so nice to meet you Blake." She said as she left

"Yes, you too." She said with a smile

We were alone, in my childhood home of all places. In the kitchen, we sat and talked.

"Um, I guess the first thing I need to ask you is..."

"My agent called me in New York and told me. I was there for New Years and all." She said calmly "I really felt I should be here for you."

"And I appreciate that, I really do." I said "But I'd love to know how you found my address, my old home address that is. I mean it's not often I get a Hollywood star in my parent's kitchen." 

She smiled

"I made a few phone calls." She said "He must've been something special." 

I nodded.

"I owe him a lot."

Her hand held mine and she smiled 

"I do too. In your own way, you guys were just as important to the movie being great." She said referring to her film "Dreamer". It seemed like a lifetime ago when we did that film.

Looking at her was so calming

"What will you do next? Go back to LA?"

"Well, I've got a meeting with our lawyer tomorrow. I guess that will determine what's next." I said with a sigh "I'll tell you that before we left LA we had an offer to merge with a bigger firm. We had loosely agreed to turn it down, stay independent and all." 

"Whatever happens, you'll be okay." She said with that understanding tone only she had at times like these.

"Thanks, Blake."

She leaned across the table and softly kissed me.

We talked for awhile longer, she told me how excited she was about the upcoming Green Lantern film, there was already talks about a sequel and her becoming the Star Sapphire character from the comic books.

"You'll look great in the outfit." I said

"Yeah, right, you guys just want something to drool over." She joked

"Hey," I said with a shrug "we gotta have something, don't we?"

We both laughed.

Blake looked around the kitchen now

"So, how long have you lived here, or should I say how long DID you live here?"

"A long time, I grew up here."

"Nice place, it's so, like white bread suburbia." She said with a laugh "I'm so used to Burbank. You know, long streets, not a lot of trees. And now I'm in New York all the time." 

As we walked out to her car, I realized it was the Mustang I'd seen earlier coming down the street. Its royal blue color was complimented by white racing stripes down the middle and the "GT-500" stripe on the sides. The silver cobra on the front grill only added to its powerful look. 

"Wow! Nice wheels. Isn't this the same car you had in 'Frisco?" 

"Something like that." She said with a big smile "it's a nice little perk. I just got an endorsement deal with Ford. I filmed a TV ad for them when I was in Paris and now I'll be doing them here too." 

"It's yours?" I asked, amazed

She nodded with a proud smile on her face

"I'm the Mustang girl, now." She said with a little bravado in her voice, easy smile and dramatic swirl of her blonde hair. "There's supposed to be a big press announcement in the next few days, so you'll be seeing me there too."

"Man, pretty sweet deal."

"Ah, but don't forget Chanel!" she said with a raised finger "that's actually the one I'm a little more proud of."

"Yeah, it fits you perfectly."

Blake leaned against the car and I leaned in to kiss her, we didn't mind the chill at all. 

"Remember when we were in the airport, I was about to leave, and how I said I was going to be strong?" she said when our lips parted.

I nodded

"It's time for you to be strong." She said looking at me.

There was a long silence between us, what she said was just, so, right. 

"You seem to always know just what to say." I replied

"So do you." 

Blake kissed me again and climbed into the Mustang.

"I'll call you soon." She said 

As the Mustang roared to life, she gave me this look of amazement at the sound it made, all power, all style, and all Blake.

"If they only knew what kind of driver I am!" she said with a laugh

I smiled too and waved at her as she slowly drove away. Once she turned the corner, I heard the powerful roar of the engine.

"She's one fast filly." I said to myself

I looked across the street and saw one of the neighborhood kids outside, I don't know how old he was but he must've been watching us the whole time. He gave me a thumbs-up sign.

I smiled to myself and went back inside.

"Dream on, kid." I said to myself. 

The next day was my meeting with Roger. I had no idea what to expect at all. His law firm had a branch office in one of the high rise offices downtown. I was escorted into his office and was the only one there. Roger explained his parents and brother had been "taken care of" already.

I was there for a reading of Chris' will, oh, joy. On the one hand, I'd never been to a reading of a will. But on the other, did you really want to hear the final requests of your best friend, who you'd seen just a few nights ago and had pretty much made you who you were today? It just felt weird.

Roger began a very dry dissertation of how it was put together and apparently Chris left specific instructions that were to be followed, no exceptions. Much of his finances (or estate) had been distributed evenly amongst his family. He hadn't talked about his family much but it seemed like they hadn't been very fond of his business, I never knew why though. 

"So, that's the required legalese I'm supposed to read you before anything else." Roger continued "Chris told me you had discussions with Chuck Tyler about merging with his firm?"

"Yes, we had sorta agreed to turn it down, stay independent."

"But you didn't formally turn it down?"

"No, we were gonna meet with him when we got back home."

"That's smart." He began before clearing his throat "According to his will, Chris left his entire interest in East Coast Image to you. So the business, images, equipment, photographic rights will all revert to you."

I was stunned and could only stare at him.

"You mean..."

"East Coast Image is all yours to do with what you wish."

I now owned the company, lock stock and barrel.

"Is this for real? He's giving me the company?" 

"That's correct, he accounted for everything, there's an inventory sheet as well." He said as he handed me what seemed like an itemized list of everything imaginable. I looked at it but was still trying to digest the fact that I now owned the company he'd started. 

"He even listed the company car." Roger added

"That old Jeep" I said shaking my head "I think he drove that cross country when we first..."

"Oh no, that's not the car. He left that to his niece. Apparently she's going off to college soon."

"That's the only car we used." I was confused now

"No, he listed the company car as...let me see...a Porsche 911. How he got that past the IRS I'll never know." He chuckled

"His Porsche was the company car?" I said, stunned again.

"Yes, and as of now it's yours." Roger replied 

This just gets weirder.

Roger had me sign some documents that finalized everything and I walked out of the office the owner of a major photo agency. I didn't know what to do, I needed some time to digest all this and decide what my next move would be. Sitting in a Starbucks amidst other corporate-types in their tailored suits, I looked over the documentation again and weighed my options. I knew I didn't have the business acumen to run things myself and do all the assignments. But like I'd said before, being independent was nice. And we'd agreed that if we didn't like things we'd close up shop and go to Vegas. I'd be flying back to LA in the morning, maybe once I got back home I'd know what to do.

"Sounds like a plan, Hollywood." I could just hear Chris saying that.

So it was back to La-la-land for me. My parents were sad to see me go but glad to know that I had something to look forward to upon my return. They were just as surprised about my sudden change in status but left it up to me to decide my next move. 

It's never a great sign when you depart in lousy weather and the rest of the way it isn't much better. I was right, because midway into the flight it was announced we were being diverted to Nashville. 

So, a bunch of grouchy fliers arrived at the airport and immediately ran to the airline kiosks or whipped out their cellphones and laptops trying to get flights elsewhere. I wasn't sure what I should do this was a new experience for me. Well, if I'm gonna wheel and deal a new flight for myself I can at least do it in the comfort of a VIP lounge. 

For a change, this one wasn't mobbed like the one in LA was and I could at least find a place to sit and reason with the airlines over the phone. And just my luck, I have none. Obviously I wasn't the only one stuck. Well, I'll try later, might as well see if the coffee here's any good. I got my java fix and waited out the storm, as it were.

I was somehow absorbed in a newspaper story about a new website when what seemed like a Dolce & Gabbana carry-on bag caught my eye as it dropped a few seats over from me. Its owner appeared to be a pretty blonde wandering in wearing a stylish black Nike track suit as she sat directly across from me.

I guess she wants to travel in style, I thought.

"Hey...didn't I see you in LAX?" she said as our eyes met.

The voice was familiar.

"Yes, I was there right before Christmas."

"Right, your flight was delayed?"

"Yes it was, I was going to..."

"Connecticut, right?"

"Right." Man, this girl has a memory. I hoped mine was as good. "Laura Jean, right?"

"And you're Jim, right?"

"That I am. Good to see you again, what are the chances?"

She moved over to sit next to me and removed her Ray-Ban sunglasses.

"One in a million, probably." She said before leaning in close to me "and you can call me Reese, when I hear Laura Jean I think my Mom's looking for me."

"Same with me, but if someone calls me James I expect to see my Dad."

She laughed

"And don't get me started on being called Jimmy." I continued

"But that's so southern!" she said with a big smile

"Uh, not when you're northern!" I said, making her laugh "Maybe we should do the introductions over."

"Okay."

"I'm Jim."

"Reese, Reese Witherspoon."

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Reese."

"You too, so where are you going now?"

"Back to LA, what about you?"

"The same. I'm trying to get my flight all set, the studio sent a jet but it's delayed."

"Wow, I always wondered what those jets are like."

"Very nice." She said with emphasis on the word "very".

"Not like that Seinfeld episode with the plane flight?"

"Oh my god! I can't believe you thought of that! I've had flights like that and it is so true everything that happened!" she said exuberantly "No, it's much better than that!" 

"Hey, someone like you deserves the star treatment." I said with a shrug.

Reese looked at me as I talked and appeared to be thinking. Just then her phone rang.

"Excuse me for a minute. Could you watch my stuff?"

She got up and went over to the other end of the lounge with her cellphone.

She returned a few minutes later with her phone in hand

"Well, looks like I'm in luck." She said as she gathered her things "My plane's ready to go."

"Good for you."

"It was good talking to you again." She said with a smile we'd all seen a million times elsewhere and then thought for a minute.

"You know I owe you a favor." She said

"But I didn't do anything for you." I replied.

"In your own way, you did." She said "You take care of yourself."

Reese walked away towards the charter flights area.

I wonder what she meant by all that? 

I guess I should be grateful she didn't add "...it's all taken care of"

All the way home, I read through the paperwork I had received from Roger. I really had no idea what I'd do; everything was just hitting me from all sides. I just took a deep breath, telling myself this would all work out fine. 

My phone buzzed with an incoming text message.

It was from Paris.

"SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR FRIEND, CALL ME WHEN U GET HOME."

Luckily I still had "Mimi Sheraton's" phone number. Gee, I wonder if the offer she once made to work for her was still good. But leave Smokie? Perish the thought!

I walked thru LAX, alone this time. Getting home was what I wanted now. As I headed for baggage claim, I grabbed a newspaper and then noticed the front page of The National Enquirer screaming out the headline;

"IT'S OVER! RYAN AND JULIANNE SPLIT!"

Another had a photo of one scowling at the other and the headline;

"RYAN & JULIANNE'S NEW YEARS EVE BLOWOUT!"

Uh-oh, maybe giving Julianne that souvenir was a bad idea.

Once I got to my SLK, my phone buzzed again.

It was Derek Adams, owner of the Eagle

"Hey...I heard what happened." He said "I'm still in shock."

"Well, I am too."

"It's starting to circulate all over town what happened."

"What do you mean?"

"Lotta rumors, speculation about what Marty did."

"I don't think he did anything other than provoke a fistfight. I'm not even sure who threw the first punch. I'm not exactly dying to watch security camera footage, though." 

"Neither am I, just in case though, you better lay low for awhile."

"Good idea."

"Where are you now?"

"LAX, just touched down a while ago."

"Well, you can at least come down to the Eagle, we're not open tonight, and I owe you a dinner anyway."

"Okay, deal."

One thing for Derek, he was always good at repaying his personal debts to us. And I always knew I could get a good meal at his club anytime. Usually for free.

For a change, the front of the club wasn't packed with paparazzi and I could just walk in. To my surprise, Derek had a band onstage rehearsing. He was seated in one of the front rows.

"Hey, Jim...good to see you, man." He said with a hug.

"Who's the band?"

"They're called the Scene. Their lead singer should be arriving anytime now. Come on, let's get some grub."




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 48



Derek led me upstairs to a private dining room that over looked the club stage where a good chicken meal was waiting for us, it was a house specialty I eagerly dug into.

"So what's your take on everything?" he asked as he sipped a Jack and water.

I took a deep breath.

"All I know is Roger showed up on New Years morning and turned everything upside down for me."

"That seems about right."

"Apparently Chris and Marty had some words and somebody took a swing at the other."

"Anyone drunk?"

"Maybe, Chris was probably loaded when I saw him and he had the girls in Tigress with him too. I think he was using them to get back at Marty.

"For what?" Derek asked, confused

"Ah, the whole Dark Hills mess." I said wearily "I never thought one film job could cause some much shit between everybody."

Derek nodded.

"And it wasn't even a GOOD film, either!" I added, my voice rising in tone. "Now, I gotta make some big decisions on our future."

"East Coast?" Derek asked

"How did you know?"

"I kinda figured that was gonna come up somehow."

"Did Chris talk about it with you?" I asked

"Not directly, but I knew Chuck Tyler was in town, and he'd have to have a good reason to come here, I almost banned him from the place years ago. I'd heard his company was on the prowl."

That was news to me.

Just then I heard a female voice onstage below us.

"Ah, there's our star." Derek said

She had thick brunette hair and wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, a grey fleece jacket topped things off. She gave instructions to the band and they kicked into a version of Taylor Swift's "You Belong To Me".

"Hey, she's not bad." I said "Who is that?"

"Selena Gomez. She's doing a private soiree here. It's a big tie-in with her movie premiere tonight."

"Another coup for the Eagle, huh?"

"You bet." He said as he stood up "I gotta make some phone calls, see you in a bit."

I watched Selena and her band, she sounded so confident with each song.

I saw her look up at me in the balcony and wave, I waved back.

After 2 more songs, she sounded happy with everything.

"Alright!" she said exuberantly "Let's do it like this when everybody's here."

She trotted off the stage with 2 assistants following.

"Like what you see?" Derek said as he rejoined me

"She's pretty good, she's performing at her own party?"

"Yeah, kinda odd, but it is her film." He said with a shrug.

"What film is it anyway?"

"Monte Carlo. She's in it with the chick from Gossip Girl..."

"Blake Lively?" I asked, stunned

"No, no, the other one on the show."

"Oh, her!" I said

The "other one" was Blake's co-star Leighton Meester. 

Not much later, a crowd started to gather inside the club. I walked to the back of the upper deck where a huge window looked out onto the streets below. I could see more people gathered outside the club along with flashing lights from cameras and spotlights. Derek quickly came up the stairs heading for his private office.

"I need a drink!" he said desperately "I can't even get to my office, have to take the roundabout route. It's been awhile since we had an event like this."

"Oh, come on, it's like riding a bike." I said, and then added "isn't it?"

"This isn't your bike!" he said as he dashed off to his office

I think I'll just lie low, like he said.

My curiosity got the better of me and I went downstairs into the thick of things. It was definitely a mob scene of people at the bar, tables, everywhere. In the midst of this, I turned and saw our old director friend John McDonald from "Dreamer".

"Hey! Mr. McDonald!" I called 

He turned.

"Well, Mr. Camera guy." He said "It's been a long time."

"Yes, I think the last time was at your wife's art sale."

He chuckled

"Ex-wife's art sale." He said correcting me.

We both nodded and simultaneously said "Ohhh."

"So what brings you here tonight?" he then said

"Derek's a friend and, well, uh..."

"Yes...I heard about your partner." He said slowly "...very tragic."

I could only nod a response. John then took me aside.

"Look, I know it's a little premature to think about this, but you two had a great operation going, you might say otherwise, but you did. And you should do whatever you can to keep it going, this town needs people like you."

I was speechless.

"Keep that in mind, my friend." He said as he patted my shoulder and went off to talk to someone at the bar.

Maybe I was the one who desperately needed a drink after hearing something like that.

Just to be sure I'd really heard it.

As I waited for another Corona, a girl planted herself on a bar stool next to me.

"You're Blake's friend, aren't you?" she said

"Huh? Me?" I said

It was Blake Lively's "Gossip Girl" co-star Leighton Meester, sitting next to me. Her reddish-brown hair was perfectly styled and she wore a glittery red mini skirt

"Yeah, you! She pointed you out to me when we saw her film."

"Uh, I don't know if I'd be considered a friend, I wasn't really in the film and..."

"Aw, don't be so modest. She told me all about you, and how you had some fun with her in San Francisco."

"Oh, uh, glad she said that about me and all but..."

"She said you were a sweet guy and, uh, very nice." She said as she twirled the straw in what seemed like a martini-type concoction.

"Well, she's uh, very nice too." I replied.

"Put his drink on my tab." She idly said to the bartender, while staring at me, as my Corona arrived. 

"I'd love to see if she's right about you, call me sometime." She said as she drifted back into the crowd.

Before I could process what she said, and what John had said earlier Derek reappeared, having somehow regained his composure.

"Hey, Hollywood, I've got someone who wants to meet you."

Before I could say anything he was whisking me to a side table crowded with people who seemed to be leaning in to talk to someone.

"This is the guy you wanted to meet..." he said as he leaned in himself

The crowd parted slightly and I saw who wanted to meet me.

"This is the guy from East Coast Image I was telling you about..."

I saw a pretty girl with long, thick red hair look up at me

"Jim, meet Miley Cyrus..."

Miley's eyes seemed to light up as she saw me

"Jim's one of those hot shot photographers." Derek said with a grin as he looked at me.

"Hey! How ya doin'?" She said with that slight accent that sounded so hot

"Wow, Hi! It's great to meet you." I said

Miley was with Selena Gomez and what looked like several other friends at the table.

"Come on over, join us." Selena said as she pulled out a chair.

"Yes, thanks."

"Get him a drink Derek! That's what you're there for!" Miley said in that throaty Tennessee voice before a cackle of laughter came from her and everyone else.

"Ah, yes, a Sprite, please." I said to him with a smart-aleck smile.

I could only hope his bribes to the liquor commission were up to date. I also hoped it didn't look a little silly to be holding a Sprite and a Corona, I wonder if they could be mixed? 

"Now that's a real man!" she laughed

Though her outfit was relatively simple, she looked incredible. A sand colored blazer over a black silk blouse with tight stone gray jeans and black boots. Her red hair was long and thick and gently cascaded over her shoulders. 

"This is my first time here. This is such a cool place." Miley said as our drinks arrived and she took in the atmosphere. 

"I like it too, I don't get here as much as I'd like." I said "You're from Nashville, aren't you?"

"You bet!" she said exuberantly

"I really like that place, I was down there like a year ago. We did a photo shoot there for Vanity Fair."

"Oh, brother!" she said "Won't deal with them again!"

She was referring to the infamous photo of her in the magazine.

"If you don't mind my saying, I thought it was a great photo, just misinterpreted."

"Thanks, it's about time someone said that."

"I thought it was a great photo, really artistic and all." Selena said "some people just have a dirty mind." 

"Who'd you do photos of down there?" Miley asked

"Oh, it was for their music issue, we got to do shots of Carrie Underwood."

"You took that photo?" Miley exclaimed "the one of her with the guitar?"

"Right, that was us." I said

"Oh...my...god! That was sooo cool!" she said "She looked so beautiful."

"That shot was awesome." Selena said as she sipped her Coke. "I could see you in the same photo, Miles."

"Oh, I believe it! I've even got the same guitar." She said

"We took those photos at a place called Tootsie's" I said

"I know that place! My Dad brought me up onstage there once when I was little."

"I love all those honky-tonk places, so cool." I said "I'd love to go back and take more pictures down there, just for myself."

"Oh, me too!" Miley was smiling as we talked "I thought of doing like a secret show down there, just for fun."

"That would be cool, gives you a chance to play what you want, no pressure and all."

"Absolutely!" Miley said excitedly

"Like what Taylor did?" Selena added "Talk it up on like Facebook."

"Except I wouldn't promote it, just show up and play." Miley replied "I think that makes it more unique."

"The Stones did that once, they got on a flatbed truck in New York and just plugged in." I said

"No way!" Miley said laughing

"Uh-huh, I think it was back in like '75 and they did it to announce their tour. The press guys were waiting in this bar on like 5th avenue and suddenly a truck comes around the corner and there they were."

Miley was laughing as I told the story

"So the press guys go dashing out of the bar and chased them down the street."

"That's so funny!" Miley laughed even harder

On the table, I saw a cellphone start to blink and buzz. Selena picked it up and showed it to us.

It said simply "SHOWTIME"

"Time for me to go to work." She said as she got up.

As she walked away, Miley got closer to me.

"So how long have you been taking pictures?"

"Not very long, I always liked it and a friend of mine gave me a shot out here."

"Sounds like you're really into music, too."

"Uh-huh, I'm a classic rock kid. I figured it out a long time ago that if I couldn't physically play the music, I could at least know all about it."

"I like that, that's a good way to think."

"I'm a classic rock kid all the way." I said with a laugh

"Wow, I can tell!" she said.

Just then Derek was onstage and dramatically introduced Selena Gomez and the Scene. Miley jumped up and screamed out as she came onstage wearing a shiny silver top and white bell bottom pants and kicked into her first song. The crowd was excited and waving their hands.

"Can you see OK?" I yelled into Miley's ear.

"It's kinda blocked." She yelled back

"The balcony might be better."

"Can we go up there?"

"Let's see if we can."

"OK, let's go."

Miley and I made our way through the crowd to the balcony staircase. Luckily it wasn't blocked by anybody and I even saw Derek going upstairs, probably for another drink to soothe his nerves. The club's bouncer saw me and nodded his OK for us to go upstairs.

"Oh, yeah, this is a lot better!" she said as we made our way to the edge. We rested our elbows on the railing of the balcony as Selena performed. Miley slid closer to me and I could smell a beautiful perfume on her. We caught one another getting glimpses of the other. Miley smiled at me knowing I was watching her. Selena and her band did 3 more songs and then she announced she'd be back later for another set.

"She's good, really good." Miley said "I saw one of her shows in New York, she's definitely got it."

"She almost looks like Linda Ronstadt now that I think about it." I said as we went back to a couch by the large windows.

"Yeah, you're right...I never thought of that. She must've been so cool back in the day. I'd love to meet her."

One of the VIP waiters came by and we ordered new drinks. Miley had switched to a fruit juice concoction called a Malibu Wave, while I got another Sprite. As we sat on the couch in the dim balcony we could see a large TV playing one of the college football bowl games.

"You got any money riding on this one?" she asked

"Me? No, I'm not even sure who's playing."

"I love football, that's something I miss being out here." She said

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my Dad would have some big parties to watch certain games. It was kinda fun and all."

"That sounds really cool."

I didn't realize it but Miley was closer to me than before and had removed her blazer.

"You don't mind if I'm a little closer to you, do you?" she asked.

"No, it's nice."

We were sitting close, watching the game. I don't think we even heard Selena come back onstage.

"Did you wanna see Selena's set?" I asked

"No, this couch is so comfortable." She said in a sleepy voice "I could go to sleep here."

"Long day for you?"

"Oh, you don't know the half of it." She said wearily "My manager thinks I should do this project and not that project, I've got a tour coming up, on and on..."

"It's not easy being you, huh?"

"Oh yes..." she replied then sat up "Wait a minute! I just met you and already I'm talking like I've known you for years. How's that possible?"

"Uh, cosmic intervention?" I shrugged

Miley let out that throaty laugh of hers

"Maybe you're right." 

"The planets and stars and little satellites are all in total cosmic convergence." I began "This is called deep harmony." I said in a comical guru voice

Miley was laughing uncontrollably as she tried to sip her drink

"You're one funny guy, Jim."

"Thanks, I do my best."

Miley and I smiled at one another. She turned slightly and pulled her hair back.

"Anybody here with you tonight?" she asked looking at me

"Just me."

"Same here." She said

"Nice coincidence."

"Yes..." she said as she leaned in and kissed me "...a very nice coincidence."

Miley gave me an incredibly soft kiss. 

"You can kiss me back you know." She said

"Just wanted to make sure that was real, what I just felt."

"Let's find out."

Now I kissed her soft lips. My arms wrapped around her back and we leaned backwards onto the couch. Miley breathed in slightly as she felt me almost on top of her. I sat up slightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly

"Yes...yes...I feel great." She said quickly with a smile we'd all seen before. "I just wonder if anyone can see us."

I looked around. The VIP bar seemed empty and I wasn't even sure there was a bartender there. And Selena was still onstage down below. 

"It seems pretty empty." I said to her.

"Okay, um, just the same I wonder if we should go someplace better."

I drew a blank.

Miley thought for a minute, then smiled naughtily.

"Wanna see my car?" she said

"Uh, yeah, sure!" I said

"OK, come on."

Miley grabbed her jacket and we went back downstairs. Miley led me through a side hallway that finally exited out to the back parking lot. Derek used it for VIP parking. Once we were outside, she turned and kissed me again as we were against the wall of the club. I caressed her shoulders as we kissed.

"Oh yeah...nice." She said "My car's over here."

Miley had a blue Mercedes ML350 parked in the corner.

"Nice car." I said as she got out her keys.

"Thanks, the inside's nice too."

Miley opened the rear passenger door and waved her arm.

"Climb in." she said

I got in and she quickly followed.

"This feels so wild." She said as she closed the door and got close to me again "back seat of the car and all."

"It's very rock and roll." I said

"Oh, yeah baby." She said as we kissed again.

"Won't we be seen?"

"Nah, the windows are really dark."

Miley got in close to me and we kissed deeply now, our tongues touching. The inside of the ML350 had soft ambient lighting so I could at least see her in the dim light. She'd tossed her jacket into the front seat and looked so pretty in the silk shirt. As we kissed I now boldly reached for her breast. She was startled by my forwardness.

In an instant I realized I'd made one mega-mistake.

"I'm sorry...it was wrong...please forgive me." I quickly said

"No...no!" she responded "Don't feel bad, honey."

She reached out and held my arms.

"Hey...calm down." She said "it's okay...it's okay."

We were staring at each other now. She was looking at me with those eyes of hers, ones that always seemed to smile.

"It's okay..." she said "Please...touch me."

Miley took my hand and placed it on her breast. It felt soft and round, her nipples immediately reacted, like she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Feels nice...I guess you know what you're doing." She said, her breaths becoming rapid. "A lot better than the last guy who did this."

"I hope so." I said nervously

Strange how I'd been with the likes of Paris, Blake, Kim Kardashian and Julianne Hough, and it's Miley who made me nervous? Something doesn't add up here.

"Let me make this more fun." She said

Miley slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked

She nodded

Miley slowly opened her shirt, she had beautiful breasts. Maybe a small C size with beautiful pink nipples that seemed to glow in the dim light. I got in close and softly kissed her again, my hand now caressing her exposed breasts. 

"Can I kiss them?" I asked softly

"Uh-huh...yes." She replied just as softly, her eyes closed.

I leaned down and lightly kissed her tits, my tongue licking the nipple just as lightly. She moaned slightly.

"Oooooohh..." she said softly but with much passion. "Jim...that feels so nice."

"You feel wonderful." I said, her beautiful perfume and soft, warm skin only made things better. I continued to caress and kiss her tits, her breaths sounding so sexy. Miley now reached for my shirt and brought it up and over me.

"Wow...you look good too, babe." She said as her hands felt me.

Miley now pushed me down as best she could so I lay flat on the back seat. Now she was on top of me and I felt her reaching for the zipper on my pants.

"Are you okay?" she asked me now.

"Uh, I am if you are." I said with some hesitation

"I'm fine..." she said with a big smile. 

Miley now sat up as best she could and while looking at me with a sly smile began to unzip my pants.

"I think you're feeling pretty good right about now." She said

"Oh, really, how can you tell?"

"I felt something." She said as her hand went inside my pants.

She softly held my dick as it emerged. She smiled and I heard a quiet sigh from her.

"It's nice." She said as she looked at me "Let me make you feel good."

Miley's head dipped down and I felt her lips and tongue envelop my dick. She let her tongue swirl around the head before I felt the warmth of it in her mouth. She probably didn't have much experience but I couldn't believe who this was! Her head began to slowly move up and down, I felt her soft red hair around my waist as she sucked me. It wasn't the most comfortable position for me and I guess she knew it too. She came of my dick and began to jerk it with her hand.

"I know guys like this too." She said in that sexy twang of hers. "Am I doin' alright?"

"Yes, you're doing fine."

"Alright...I wish we were in some place better." she said as she went back down on me. 

Her lips and tongue felt so hot. It had been so long since I'd felt this way I knew I wouldn't hold out long though, shit!

I groaned and suddenly exploded into her mouth, she came off my dick and another spurt shot out onto my pants.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" I said quickly

Miley was just about to say something when there was a knock on the window

"What the...?" Miley hissed

Outside I heard a girl's voice.

"Miles, come on! We gotta go!" the girl's voice said, somewhat giggly.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 48



"Alright!" Miley yelled back "Gimme a minute!"

We both tried to reconstruct ourselves in the tight back seat as best we could.

"I'm so sorry!" Miley said profusely "Man, that felt so nice."

"It's okay." I said "Uh, maybe we can meet again, better surroundings next time."

"You got it." She replied as she re-buttoned her shirt "I'll call you."

I somehow found a card in my pocket and gave it to her.

"Thanks, babe." She said "You take care of that." She said as she tapped my crotch.

I opened the passenger side rear door of the Mercedes and slid out, my legs feeling like jelly as they hit the pavement and the muscle tone returned. I turned back and saw Miley get out on the other side, her friends trying to hold back their giggles. I slowly walked away but could hear their giggly voices asking who was in the car with her.

"None of your beeswax, come on!" Miley said as they all got in and she started the car.

I could see a thousand flashes around the corner as she drove past the paparazzi. 

I stood alone by my car.

It was a nice bit of fun. I suppose I deserved it after what I went through on the other coast.

I started up the SLK and drove out into the Los Angeles night. 

No flashbulbs were following my exit.

It was very early in the morning when I pulled into the empty lot of East Coast Image. I entered my security code at the door and looked around inside. It was dark and silent everywhere. Chris' office was next to mine, his had photos and papers scattered. Mine was scrupulously organized.

I stood outside it and stared. On the one hand I was saying "oh, sure, it's a mess but he'll be in tomorrow morning, I'll tell him he needs to get a forklift in there and start over, yada, yada yada..."

But on the other, I knew he wasn't coming back.

"I gotta get outta here." I said to myself as I quickly walked back to my SLK and took off.

Arriving at my condo felt good. Even better was opening the door and hearing Smokie the cat meowing his greeting to me and rubbing against my leg.

I smiled. It was good to see a calming face like his.

"Hi, Smokie." I said as I picked him up. Feeling his soft fur, hearing him purr and looking at his crystal blue eyes was very relaxing.

I thought about everything that had happened, and what my next move should be. Since I was the boss now, it was my decision on everything. My word was the last word. 

Then I thought about what Blake said;

"It's your turn to be strong."

It was time for one last bit of closure.

I got out my cellphone, took a deep breath and dialed a number

"Chuck Tyler? It's Jim from East Coast Image." I wasn't sure of the time where he was "If that offer of yours is still good...let's start the bidding."



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 49



Much of Tinsel Town lived and died by what their status in the trade papers was. Luckily for East Coast Image, that wasn't the case. 

Put it this way, we never reserved a wall for clippings that mentioned our name. 

But for me, all that was about to change.

Following my call to Chuck Tyler, I called Roger Sullivan and we began the process of a possible merger of East Coast Image with Chuck's firm, Artists Unlimited, or "AU" as it was sometimes referred. 

Roger and I met in his office the next day. He understood my nervousness at what I was undertaking.

"This is a big process, I know." He said as he sat at his large desk in a high rise office that overlooked downtown L.A. "Let me ask you this, do you know what you want out of this deal?"

I took a deep breath, probably the first of many.

"Well, I know I don't have the head for business Chris did, you know that. So I don't want to get cheated, and I don't want to just walk away and count my money, I'd get bored real fast!"

Roger nodded

"I want to keep taking pictures. I guess if I take the deal I'd be on a much bigger stage with Chuck."

"That's for certain."

"I retain all the rights to what we have now, right?"

"Right."

"OK, that's one thing I want."

"Chris' estate made that clear so there's no problem there." He said as he made a notation on a legal pad "It's any future work that should be a concern to you."

The words "future work" suddenly intrigued me. I recalled what I'd said about photographing the Nashville honky-tonks when I was with Miley at the Eagle.

"Right, uh, I might have some plans in that area." I said

"What about salary?"

That drew a blank from me. I doubted I could negotiate a salary and never really had one before, we'd always split our earnings down the middle.

"I'm no negotiator there." I said

"No problem, we can handle that part. I know Chuck's firm has always treated its people well, that shouldn't be a problem. I think the fact they came to you originally will work in your favor." He said as he made more notations. "I think you can expect quite a nice package from him."

"Let's keep the offices where they are now." I said

"Did Chris ever do an assessment of the company's worth?"

"No, not that I know of."

"OK, I'll have accounting take a look at things." He said, making more notes

"And the name." I quickly said

"The name?"

"Yes, I want the company's name to stay the same." I said firmly "We might be a division of Artists Unlimited, but we'll always be East Coast Image."

Roger looked at me and smiled.

"You're talking like Chris now. He would've said the same thing."

Now I smiled, my confidence was back on track.

Roger was a man of his word. He produced a summary of all the points we mentioned, accounting did its work and we were ready to go. Roger and I then met at Chuck's beach side home. 

I'd met Chuck Tyler long ago when Tigress first got started and his career skyrocketed as the band did. He sold his interest in the group to Marty O'Brien and resurfaced soon after with Artists Unlimited, but in an executive capacity. 

"Jim, I'm glad you reconsidered our offer." He said as we sat out on his deck, amidst the sun and surf. We were all sipping wine he said came from a vineyard he was an investor in. "East Coast has a lot to offer and I really think we can take things to the next level, it's what a company like yours deserves."

Seated with him was Jeff Murphy, another rep from AU. 

"I have to say again, it's very remarkable what a small firm like yours accomplished. The outfit we'd used never did so much, so fast." He said

Now it was my turn.

"If you don't mind my asking, uh, why are you switching firms?"

"Well, economics, primarily" Jeff began "the owner is retiring and his sons have no interest in taking over."

"That's why we want you, Jim." Chuck said as he took a sip of wine. "I met you and Chris early on, saw your operation first hand. Then when I made the move to AU, I always thought an operation like yours would be the perfect fit," he said before raising a finger to make point "IF we could get it."

"There's something I've never been too clear on, I saw you on a lot of Tigress events, as well as Marty but who exactly managed them?"

"That's a valid question." Chuck said as he took a sip of wine "I always had the software company, and Marty was involved in that too. We both managed the girls, the idea was always that he'd take over full time at some point it just came sooner than I expected. So when we decided to split things off, Marty traded his interest in the software company for full ownership of Tigress and all that entailed and I went to AU. And as you can see..." he slowly waved an arm towards the house and its ocean view "It's done me quite well." 

Roger now added his opinion.

"I have to ask something important." He began "does Marty O'Brien have any stake in this? According to my notes, Tigress has been a client of AU."

Chuck and Jeff looked at one another.

"You're a movie guy, right Jim?" Chuck asked

"Well, sure, we are in Hollywood." I said with a nervous chuckle

"Remember the Godfather part 2?"

"Yes, I know the film."

"Think of Michael Corleone and his meeting at the end with Fredo and the speech he gave, what Fredo now meant to him...then think of Marty."

"As far as we're concerned, Marty O'Brien doesn't exist in this deal." Jeff said firmly

The silence between us definitively answered that question. 

Roger now presented our negotiating points to Chuck and Jeff.

"You boys did your homework." Chuck said 

Jeff studied his copy.

"I think we can accommodate all these." He said

"What exactly would I be doing?" I asked "I mean, the way you presented the deal to us originally it sounded almost like we'd be highly paid freelancers."

"Well, that's not too far off the mark." Chuck said "Artists Unlimited has a very large client list. The company stared back in the fifties; we just didn't promote ourselves like companies do today. You'd be going on film sets, concert tours with our clients. Plus the odd photo shoot in our studios." He said then quickly added "which would include your facility if you so choose. I don't see any reason to change the way you've done things."

"Why don't you come down to our offices, have a look around." Jeff added

I looked at Roger and he nodded

"Okay, might be nice to see how the other half lives." I said

"Excellent!" Chuck raised his glass "here's to new beginnings."

Artists Unlimited was quite the operation. Its location was the top floor of prime real estate in downtown LA. Roger and I met Chuck and he proudly showed off the facility. The black and white art deco look of the office was highlighted by framed movie posters and there were lots of glass walled cubicles. As Chuck pointed out the many people there, walking along the other side of the office floor I noticed a short girl with gently curled brown hair and a smart pantsuit walking with two other people. I did a double take and she turned in my direction, she did the same double take, then waved and smiled broadly as she recognized me.

It was Kelly Clarkson. It'd been awhile since we'd seen one another. 

As we passed another office, I thought I saw Hilary Duff and her sister Haylie.

Just then, Chuck called out to a pair of gentlemen coming towards us, one had a stylish leather jacket on, dark sunglasses and a growth of beard.

"Russell! I didn't know you were in town!" he said "Ah, somebody you should meet, he might be taking your picture soon so don't slug him."

The bearded man extended his hand

"How you doin' mate?" he said

"Jim, meet Russell Crowe, star of stage, screen and bar rooms worldwide."

I was star struck yet again.

"Yes, uh-hello." I stammered

"So you might be taking my picture, huh?" then smiling, he slid down his glasses and said "just make you sure you get my good side."

"Absolutely, yes, I sure will." I said excitedly

"Great, see you around Chuck, good to meet you Jim."

I watched him walk away and was still stunned at my encounter. 

"I guess it would be easier to ask who you DON'T represent than who you do right?" I finally said. 

Chuck laughed heartily

"Very good observation, my friend!" he said "We do have a wide variety of clients, yes. It's quite a change from when I just had Tigress, ah, those were the days." He said wistfully as he smiled and looked upwards.

I looked at all the photos, and I had to admit I knew a few of their clients on more than just a first name basis. 

As Chuck led me past another row of cubicles, he continued to tell me of plans for the company.

"We're moving some people around currently," he said "there's something I really want you to see down here."

At the end of the floor, he opened a pair of elegant doors that opened onto a huge office with floor length windows looking out onto a brilliantly sunny Los Angeles.

"Wow! I guess being the boss has its perks." I said as I looked around

The office was like a luxury apartment, a huge leather couch faced a big screen TV, there was a small conference area as well as what looked like a kitchen and bar.

"Try out the desk, I'm thinking of getting the same one for my office." He said

"I can only imagine what your office is like." I said as I sat in the high backed leather chair, the desk was huge, with a soft and intricately curving design. 

Chuck leaned against the couch, Jeff was nearby.

"What do you think?" he asked

"I feel like an executive." I said

"And the office itself?" Jeff asked

"I think I could make do with this." I said

"It would be yours, you know." Chuck now said 

I looked around, not sure what to think. I was definitely getting the full treatment. And I was also speechless. This really WOULD be mine.

"Chuck, perhaps Jim and I could talk for a few minutes alone?" Roger said

"Yes, yes, go right ahead. Jeff and I will be upstairs, I'll have to show you my office next."

Chuck and Jeff hurriedly walked out leaving me with Roger. The door silently clicked shut behind them as they left.

"He knows how to really get you." Roger said

"It must be the leather. I'm always a sucker for leather." I replied as I felt the office chair.

We sat in silence.

"Well, Hollywood...whatcha gonna do?" he asked.

Again, I thought long and hard about what I'd seen and heard and let out a long sigh as I sat back in the chair.

"Have they said no to anything we had on that list?" I asked, hoping that there might be some way to put off making a final decision, maybe a contract clause in dispute, an "I" that wasn't dotted or a "T" not crossed.

Roger shook his head.

"They'd offer you a two year contract, full benefits, generous salary, even a company car."

"Christ, I just got a company car, or have you forgotten a certain legal document you read to me recently?" I said wearily referring to Chris' Porsche 911 that I now owned, reluctantly.

"Two cars is company, three's a dealership." Roger observed.

I leaned back in the chair and looked at Roger now

"I like it." I said quietly "I really do."

The trade magazines quietly announced the acquisition of East Coast Image by Artists Unlimited. 

We, or should I say I, was in the big leagues now.

I had free reign at the company, I'd be running their photo department and I'd do assignments as necessary. Chuck made the deal very easy on both of us, he knew how I'd worked in the past and wanted nothing more than to keep it that way. Jeff Murphy would be my new contact within the agency, I'd get any assignments from him. He seemed to have a lot of Chris' hustler personality but on a more professional scale. The first couple of days I lost myself in the company's archives looking at old photos and reading their history while my office was being prepared, phone and computer lines installed and prepped. I was keeping the bulk of my gear back at the old studio.

Finally on Monday, I got a call from Jeff;

"Ready to go to work, pal?"

"Absolutely, where to?"

"Come up to my office in the morning, we'll go over the details."

That morning I discovered another little perk of the job, my own parking space. I discovered that when I pulled my SLK into the underground parking lot and nearly broadsided a large BMW. The heavily tinted driver's window lowered and a familiar face looked out.

"What's your hurry, kid?" he laughed "Your spot's down there!"

It was Chuck Tyler arriving at the same time and pulling into a spot near the front door where "RESERVED FOR C. TYLER" was painted in a bold shade of yellow on the concrete. My spot was a ways over, with "RESERVED FOR EAST COAST IMAGE" painted in the same shade of high gloss yellow.

Chuck had a good laugh to start his day and a story he'd probably tell for years to come. He stood by the front door as I arrived.

"Mr. Hollywood has arrived." He said with a chuckle as he put his arm around me "I'll see you later on, kid. I got a meeting with the big shots from the big apple."

"Well, don't bite off more than you can chew." I replied

I could hear Chuck still laughing as the elevator made its way up.

"Good morning, Jim!" said a pretty girl with blonde hair at the company's main desk. She reminded me of Hayden Pannetiere in her looks. 

"Hello, I have a meeting with Jeff." I said

"You sure do, have a seat and I'll buzz him."

It felt a little strange to already be on a first name basis there, but if it came from someone as gorgeous as her, well, I could get used to it. Especially when I saw she had a little name plate on her desk reading "Natalie Hayden". 

Coincidence? 

I hope so!

Just as I sat down a stunning woman with thick dark hair breezed in.

"Hello, Natalie!" she said in a thick Spanish accent "How's the big boss this morning?"

"Hi, Ms. Vergara, he just arrived and he'll be right with you."

"Okay, that's great."

The Spanish lady turned and I saw who it was

Oh my, my, my! Sofia Vergara.

Her thick dark hair was complimented by a simple dark shirt, white bell-bottom pants and an electric blue jacket.

"Hello there!" She said to me in that accent with a gorgeous smile.

"Yes, hiya!" I replied, feeling a little silly I didn't have a better response handy. Then again, that was usually the case when someone like her suddenly appears.

"Looks like you're meeting someone, too, no?"

"Oh, yes. I just started here, I have a meeting with the boss, too."

"Ah, well, the things we have to do." She replied with her head cocked slightly towards me and flashing her million dollar smile.

Just then, another assistant came out.

"Ms. Vergara, Mr. Tyler will see you now."

"Excellent, good to meet you...I didn't get your name, I'm so sorry!"

"It's OK, I'm Jim."

"Ah, well Mr. Jim, you have a good day." She said as she breezed off down the hall.

'Oh yes, I will' I thought.

Now Jeff came out.

"Hey, Jimmy, come on in." he said as he led me into his office.

Jeff's office looked nothing like a Hollywood moguls. It had framed posters and photos throughout, but they were devoted to Formula One auto racing. Dominating almost an entire wall was the side of what appeared to be an actual Formula One racer. Like it had been sliced in half for wall decoration.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked as I looked it over.

"Oh, that!" he chuckled "it's only a replica, looks pretty real, huh?"

"You said it, who got the other side?"

"The driver, of course" he said casually 

"Yes, of course." I replied

On Jeff's desk was a brochure for CinemaCon, something I'd never been to. It would be held in Las Vegas, man it would be nice to go.

It had been awhile since I'd been to Vegas. I had mixed feelings about returning, more than likely it would be on my own. Chris and I had always had fun here, but it was usually separately, not by choice. I don't think we ever had a real "guy's night out" in Vegas, and in a way I always regretted that. 

Then Jeff tossed me VIP passes to CinemaCon. 

"What's this?" I asked, not sure if I was reading things right.

"They look like VIP passes, and it looks like you're going."

CinemaCon was an exclusive industry function for the theatre industry that would be loaded with movie people. When I'd seen Blake she told me how she was going to Vegas for the event since it would be connected to her Green Lantern movie, a lot of press would be there and the event always promised to be big. I doubted I'd see her, but well, it is Vegas so anything can happen. Formerly known as ShoWest, This was one event that Chris and I had never been to. Somehow all his connections never came through with any kind of passes for us.

But it was a new chapter for me, and now I had the "golden ticket" as it were. I quickly made up a list of what I wanted to do there, knowing in the back of my mind that in Vegas, schedules usually fly out the window and you find yourself on "Vegas time". 

I crumpled up the paper and decided to wing it.

I did make the decision to drive myself there, I loved the open spaces of the desert highways the last time we drove there and now I wanted to experience the wide open feel of the road again. I was also tempted to get Chris' Porsche out of the storage garage it was currently in and use it for the drive there, but I didn't have the heart to do that just yet. I knew I'd have to make some kind of decision eventually regarding that. 

But for now, the open road was calling my name. And while I didn't make the kind of speed demon time there like before, it was still a cool feeling having the SLK's top down and the sun beating down on me. I could feel my head clearing the closer I got to Sin City.

Everyone connected with Artists Unlimited got the VIP treatment at the Aria Hotel/Casino in Vegas. It was a spectacular place to say the least and reminded me of a giant glass cube that glittered in the Vegas sunlight. I'd been to Vegas before and was always impressed with what I saw in the hotels but this place took it to another level entirely.

Jeff was there to meet me once I checked in at the vast front desk area.

"Pretty cool digs, huh?" he said

"That's putting it mildly." I said as I looked around, stunned at the sheer size of this place that seemed to stretch infinitely upwards.

"Well, we go first class around here, you've got plenty of time before the evening festivities kick off, what're you gonna do?"

I watched 2 beauties stroll by me in casual dresses

"Oh, I think I'll find plenty to keep me occupied until then." I said as they drifted by us.

Jeff chuckled

"Viva Las Vegas, my friend." He said with a smile as he strolled off toward the casino.

And off I went!

I dropped off my stuff in my suite and went exploring. Since CinemaCon was in full swing there was no shortage of people doing the same thing, I think they all figured the stars would be everywhere. I decided long ago that I wouldn't be one of those types. It seemed I had better luck when they found me, so I kept things low-key. 

Aria had an extremely ritzy section of high-end shops, why I was drawn to those places I'll never know. It was so unlike me to be there but I suppose it was fun to dream a little. Sure, I could afford some of the items there but at times like this, my Connecticut side still came out and asked what I needed such-and-such item for, and more importantly where the price tag was.

This time though, I did need something, a classy pair of sunglasses and maybe some kind of chic suit. 

I was going through the racks of clothes and heard a subtle commotion of voices near the front.

"Is that her?" said one

"Wow, it is...where's my phone?" said another

"Isn't that the girl from that TV show?"

"She's not as tall as I thought she'd be."

I tried to get a look at who they could be talking about.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 49



"Oh, no way..." I said to myself as I peered around a corner.

It was Laura Croft.

I hadn't seen her in a long time. The last time I'd been here was during the Triple Threat Tour, but that was such a production I didn't have any time for someone like her. Now she was apparently back. Her hair was auburn colored now, and she wore a simple, but chic, red dress and equally chic sunglasses.

I wonder if I should try a meet and greet?

As she stood by a mannequin and talked on her cellphone I tried to casually walk over. As I got close to her, she turned towards me and slid her glasses down. Then her eyes lit up.

"I'll call you back, I just saw someone." She said "Jim...?"

"I guess you recognized me." I said

"How could I forget you." She said with a smile before hugging me. "Wow, how long has it been?"

"Oh, gotta be a year." I said "maybe more."

"Are you here for CinemaCon?"

"Uh-huh, I'm with Artists Unlimited now."

"Oh, that's so cool! I'm so happy for you." She said in that almost Jackie Kennedy tone of voice she had.

"What about you? You're still modeling?"

"Sometimes, I'm on Holly's TV show did you know that?"

Outside the store there was a small crowd gathering. And Laura started to notice.

"I think they're here for you." She said to me

"You think so?"

She nodded before laughing.

"Uh, do you have any time later, maybe for dinner?" I asked

"I've got a better idea, come over to the Palms."

"Oh, the Playboy Club again?"

"No! No! Not that place!" she laughed and smiled, obviously knowing what happened the last time we were there "No, Rojo, it's a bar at the Palms. We're gonna meet there after Holly's show, we can have drinks there and I'll introduce you to Holly and everyone else."

"OK, cool. I'll be at CinemaCon most of the evening, see you later on then."

Laura hugged me again and added a quick kiss on the cheek for effect.

"I can't wait." She whispered

CinemaCon's base of operations was Caesar's Palace and Jeff had me back and forth getting shots of our "family of stars" as it were. After awhile he generously gave me a free pass to wander about the convention getting shots where I could and soak up the atmosphere which was perfect for me. I was checking my watch, counting down the time until I met Laura.

Finally I got the green light to take off and I was on my way.

I grabbed a cab and headed for the Palms. Once I found Rojo I felt my heart sink a little as there was a line to get in and I had no way of contacting Laura that I knew of to let her know I'd arrived, and I knew that just saying I was meeting someone wasn't gonna work! I walked towards the doorway just to get a glimpse and was promptly stopped by an enormous bouncer (they must love guys like me) whose glare said a mouthful. 

"Get in line, motherfu...I'll be damned! Mr. Hollywood!" he said with a deep laugh

"Whoa! Z-Man!"

To my surprise it was Zachary "Z-Man" Lincoln. I'd known him from my high school days where he was a star on the football team. We'd last met on the Triple Threat Tour in New York when he was a bodyguard for Britney Spears. 

His bear-like grip hadn't changed a bit even though he'd put on a few pounds.

"What're you doing out here?" he asked amidst the sounds from the bar.

"Doing my job at CinemaCon, you're a bouncer now?"

"Director of security, thank you very much!" he corrected as he showed a security badge "They just put me on the door on nights like this."

"Sweet gig."

"You said it, you meeting someone here?"

"Yes, girl named Laura Croft."

"Ah, say no more." He said as he unhooked the velvet rope to the groans of the others in line "Have fun, man. We gotta catch up soon, buddy."

"I owe you a beer." I said

"No, I owe YOU."

"What do you mean?"

"The Super Bowl, or have you forgotten that?"

"Which one?"

"Aw, come on man! When the Packers beat the Steelers, remember?"

"Oh come on, that was a long time ago."

"Hey, I always pay when I lose, remember that."

"OK, we'll settle that later, I got a lady waiting for me in there."

We shook hands and I went inside.

Rojo was a pretty swanky place as I looked around for Laura. The drinks seemed to flow pretty steadily. Walking from a table was another well-dressed man in a grey suit. He passed by me then we both seemed to stop and turn around to face each other.

"I know you from somewhere." he said to me "It was that club in L.A."

I stared at him, unsure what to say, because he looked familiar to me too.

"Red Light District, Derek's place." He continued "Derek Adams."

"Yes, I know him but I'm not sure I know you." I said hesitantly, his face did look familiar.

"Bobby Hitchcock, I ran the place before Derek sold it."

Now he sounded familiar!

"Jesus! Yes! I remember you now!"

Bobby Hitchcock was Derek's "second in command" as it were when he was bouncing between Red Light and the Eagle and he was a capable manager who was the right guy but at the wrong time for Derek who sold Red Light not long after Bobby arrived.

"Nice place huh?" he said as he looked around "it's all mine."

"Yours?" I said stunned 

"Uh-huh, I manage the place, knowing Derek has its perks you know."

"Whoa, it sure does."

"Hey, I gotta put out some fires, let's have a drink later." He said as he went towards the kitchen.

What were the chances of all this happening? I looked around and had to wonder how I'd ever gotten where I am now. I was in a high class Las Vegas club; people gravitated towards me and valued me as a friend. There were still times it seemed like a crazy dream. 

A tap on my shoulder only added to things. I turned and there was Laura. Now she had on a strapless black dress that showed off her beautiful chest.

"Hey, handsome!" she said as she kissed me on the cheek

"Hiya, gorgeous." I replied

"My, my, my, look at you!" She said as she admired my new khaki colored suit with classic white shirt underneath. "You look so nice! Come on, you've got to meet Holly and Angel." She said as she took my hand.

Laura led me to a booth near the back where two blondes sat sipping drinks. 

"Hey, this is Jim!" Laura said happily

"Hi, Jim! I'm Holly Madison." She said as she extended her hand "this is Angel Porrino."

Holly had a simple blue silk blouse and flashed that classic smile of hers. She had such an old-school pinup girl look to her. Angel had on a hot pink t-shirt with glitter accents and looked super cute with her straight blonde hair.

"Hi, Jim! Good to meet you!" she said in that perky voice of hers.

"Josh is supposed to be here in a bit." Laura said as we sat down

Laura immediately started to tell how we'd met through Bridget Marquandt long ago.

"That's right! She told me all about you. It was like right after I moved out of the mansion."

"If you don't mind my asking, what's Bridget up to lately?" I asked

"She's out in LA, always has something going on." Holly replied

"I always got the feeling she can never sit still." Angel said "kinda like Roman now that I think of it." she said looking at Angel

"Roman's her little boy." Laura added

"He's my little guy." Angel added in that singsong tone she often had.

A round of drinks arrived. The girls all had their multi flavored martinis and I stuck to my Jack and water (a Corona seemed wrong for this place). Holly eagerly talked up Peepshow and how Angel would fill in for her the next week.

"Oh, it's so cool doing that show." Angel said happily

"How's CinemaCon been?" Laura asked

"Oh, man! It's tough not to get star struck being there." I started "I mean, I gotta a job to do and all but one minute I'm snapping a photo and I turn around and there's like Megan Fox coming up behind me. Then I see that guy from the Green Lantern movie walk by. Then Clint Eastwood is up onstage, it's unreal."

"Wow! That's incredible!" Holly said with an excited look on her face "I don't know what I'd do if I was there, I'd probably be the same way." 

"I'd just turn into some blabbering idiot!" Angel said making everyone laugh.

Holly turned and saw their friend Josh walking up, looking concerned.

"You are NOT gonna believe what I just saw." He said as he sat down

"What?" 

"Jayde is on her way here."

Holly's eyes bugged out and Angel's face dropped

"Oh, shit." Laura said

"Who's Jayde?" I asked

"Jayde Nicole." Holly said with an edge to her voice "Let's just say that we're NOT friends."

"I had a big fight with her." Angel added "I don't want to risk my career again with that bitch around."

"Maybe we oughta split?" Josh said.

We all looked at one another.

Then I heard a loud "click" in my brain and saw Bobby near the door.

"Uh, I've got an idea." I said "Stay here and give me like 10 minutes."

I quickly got up from the table and headed for the main entrance where Zach still was.

"Hey, Z."

"Hey, what's up?

"How'd you like to pay off your football debt with no money?"

He looked at me, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh-kay, what do I have to do?"

"A girl named Jayde Nicole is gonna come here in a few minutes and try to get in. I'll be over there, when she does, tell her she's not on the guest list, if she complains, call me over."

"I can't do that!"

"Trust me, you'll be OK."

Before he could answer I headed for where Bobby was.

"Hitch, need a favor from you."

"You got it, what?"

"I'm with Holly and Angel over there." I said and pointed to their table "an old enemy of theirs is about to show up and I need you to back me up on what I'm gonna do." 

Bobby looked unsure of my plan

"It's not violent or illegal." I assured him. "Let me put it this way...names are sometimes left off of guest lists, if you know what I mean?"

"Ah..." he said with a smile "...and invitations sometimes get...lost...in the mail?"

"Yes, it's such a hassle when that happens isn't it?"

"Oh, yes...it's a tremendous hassle." He continued "especially when it happens to someone you have, uh, less than warm regards for."

We both smiled and nodded.

"Let's not forget how new employees don't always know the ins and outs of Vegas."

"True, it's a big problem."

"And especially when it's a new club manager, like me." I said with a smile.

Bobby now knew what my plan was.

"I think I hear my phone ringing." He said as he wandered off.

I quickly went back to our table.

"All set, just wait here." I said to the girls who all wondered what I had in mind.

And right on cue, I felt my phone buzz and the caller ID showed Zach's name.

I took a deep breath and straightened my suit as I went over to the door. Near the entryway were several shelves with wine bottle on them. I took out my IPhone and clicked on the video camera, then carefully placed it on the shelf so it had a clear view of the doorway.

Stage one complete!

Now I went to the doorway where I saw Zach in a heated conversation with a busty, brunette haired beauty, who at the moment was anything but.

"What do you mean I'm not on the guest list? I come here every fuckin' night!" she screamed "Don't you know who I am?"

"I know you're not on the list." Zach said firmly to her in his commanding voice.

"Hey! Hey! There's no need for that tone of voice, ma'am." I said calmly as I arrived.

"Who are you?" she sneered at me

"I'm the manager here tonight." I said

"Where the fuck is Bobby Hitchcock? He knows me! He knows all my girls here!" She yelled as she pointed out the crew of equally pretty girls with her, all of whom seemed to be part of a traveling club.

"Mr. Hitchcock has the night off. And I think you need to chill out Miss..." I continued calmly

"Jayde Nicole! I'm here every fucking night!" she screamed "I'm always on the guest list! Bobby knows me and knows I could get you fired in a second!"

The people who had calmly waited to get in were starting to get restless.

"Chill out, bitch!" someone yelled

"We ain't on the guest list either!" another yelled, provoking laughter from all.

"I really think you need to calm down." I continued in my calm rational voice "Our list is very long, this is a very popular nightclub you're not the first to be left off, you know."

"Don't you know who I am?" She continued screaming

"Yes, I do!" now I was the one yelling "And you'd be best to move on, and now!" 

I now turned to Zach 

"Thank you, Zachary. You do your job well."

Zach crossed his enormous arms and gave her the same ferocious look he'd previously used on opposing football teams long ago. Jayde and her crew looked stunned and started to walk off to the delight of those in line. She was still screaming as I walked away smiling. I casually retrieved my phone and slid it into my pocket.

Stage two complete!

As I went back to the table, Bobby passed by again.

"I hereby resign as manger of Rojo." I said to him in a sly tone as he passed.

"I'll send a round of drinks as a farewell gift." Bobby coolly replied the same way as he passed me.

As I rejoined my companions, I was smiling

"Jayde will be no problem to us the rest of the night." I said 

They looked confused 

"What do you mean?" Laura finally asked

I smiled, and then pulled out my phone.

"Revenge is sometimes sweet." I said as I replayed the video of Laura being refused entry.

Everyone began laughing. Holly and Angel both put their hands to their mouths.

"Look at her!" Holly said

"Suck on that one, bitch!" Angel said triumphantly

Laura gripped my arm and put her head on my shoulder.

I looked at her and she nodded her approval. 

"Here's to Jim!" Josh said raising his glass as Bobby's round of drinks arrived, everyone else did the same.

"Our hero!" Angel said smiling widely at me as they all cheered.

Mission accomplished.

Holly and Josh seemed to dominate the conversation from then on. Laura sat close to me and she had the most beautiful perfume on. We were still replaying the video of Jayde and Angel was enjoying it more and more. When Laura excused herself, Angel slid over into her spot and watched the video again with me close to her. She was rather tiny but had a beautiful chest. I couldn't believe she was already a mom. She still looked like a high school girl.

"Thank you so much, Jim." She said "Everything that happened with her really shook me up bad. This really makes me feel better."

"Aw, no need to thank me. I was in this situation a lot myself when I was younger, believe me, I know the feeling and it hurts."

She smiled widely at me

"You're a sweet guy." She said

Holly was watching us

"Uh-oh, someone's made a love connection." Josh said as we all laughed, I was blushing through my laughter.

Laura returned now

"What'd I miss?" she asked excitedly "What'd I miss?"

"Angel's making a love connection." Holly said

"Oh, my..." Laura replied in that Jackie-O voice.

After many more drinks, we were giddy with laughter and I was starting to feel sleepy. 

"OK...I'm gonna call it a night, kiddies." I said

Holly looked at her watch.

"Oh my god I didn't realize how late it was!" she said

It was well after 1AM, close to closing time.

"Guess we were all on Vegas time." I said

Laura and Angel stumbled slightly as they stood up

"Want me to walk you to your car, ladies?" I said

"Yes, good idea, you can be my bodyguard." Angel said

"OK, let's go."

"I'll call you, Jim." Laura said as she kissed me

"It was so good to meet you, Jim!" Holly said with an equally cute kiss "I'll have to call you, too. You'll have to see my show." She said as she left with Laura.

As we walked to the parking areas, Angel softly held my hand and we looked kinda cute together. We reached her car, a black Audi A8. As she clicked off the alarm she turned and held me in her arms as we leaned against her car.

"You're a sweet guy, Jim...and I really love what you did."

"Oh, uh, just being...what's the word?" I pondered

Angel leaned in and kissed me, she felt so incredibly soft to kiss and I could hear her soft breaths amidst the sounds of the garage.

"...A sweet guy." She said as she softly touched my crotch. "...that's the word you were looking for."

She opened the door and slid behind the wheel.

"See you soon, babe." She said as she started up the sleek machine and silently pulled away.

I had to wonder what had just happened, I looked at my phone and smiled.

"And to think I almost got rid of this phone." I said to myself.

As I rode back to Aria, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message, it was from Hitch.

"Good job keeping the riff-raff out. I owe u a beer." It said

I made it back to my room at Aria and was asleep before I hit the pillow.

It's a good thing I remembered to shut the drapes before I left as I had a screaming hangover when I woke up.

"Thank you, Angel." I mumbled

Just then my cellphone loudly rang

As I mumbled out a hello I heard Derek Adams voice

"Hey! Hollywood! How's Vegas treating you?"

"Ugh, right now very hard in the temporal lobe." 

He laughed.

"That means you're having fun." He laughed

"OK, so to what do I owe the pleasure of your call at this time of the morning...or is it afternoon?" I said as I looked around for my watch.

"Well I heard a juicy rumor here."

"Oh?" I mumbled as I yawned "Do tell."

"Something about a girl named Jayde Nicole being tossed out of Rojo before she even got in."

"Huh?" I said as I bolted upright, making my head throb.

"Yep, story got all the way down here to TMZ."

"How is that possible?"

"Aw, who knows." He said "But I do need to ask you this...was that you working the door?"

I didn't know what to say in response, Derek laughed heartily

"I knew it! I knew it!" he laughed "Dude, I've wanted to do that for years every time she came to my place!"

"How do you know it was me?"

"Hey, I have my ways of knowing! Enjoy your moment of fame, pal! Bye!"

I guess he knows what he's talking about.

The Vegas strip looked beautiful, once my head stopped throbbing.

Another call came in from Hitch.

"Hey, can't talk long but the REAL manager of Rojo called. And he was mad as hell."

Uh-oh, I thought. Now I was terrified I might've cost Bobby his job.

"Jesus Bobby, I hope you're not in trouble because if it's my fault..."

"Oh, on the contrary, get this! He's just mad he couldn't be here to see it himself. He said he's wanted to do that to her for the longest time!" he laughed "He went away for the weekend just to get away from her because he knew with the CinemaCon people in town she'd be a total bitch to him and everyone else."

"Wow, uh, okay I guess my idea was a good one." I said, relieved.

"You bet it was, you won't be able to do it again but it was fun while it lasted. Come on by tonight and I'll buy you dinner. You deserve it Jim."

I breathed a sigh of relief

"OK, I'll tell Angel and Holly."

"Bring them too, they've always been real sweethearts to everyone here." He said quickly "I'll see you soon, bye"

As I was finishing a rare room service breakfast and idly scanning the TV channels, my cellphone rang again.

I hope it's not TMZ

It wasn't, it was Laura.

"Hey, sweetie good morning." She purred

"Hiya, doll face." 

"Feeling OK this morning?"

"Sure, just enjoying room service."

"Aw, wish I could be there." She said in that low sexy tone of hers "I'd certainly give you something good enough to eat."

"Oh, I'll bet you would." I chuckled

"Are you working today?" she asked

"No, the convention wrapped up and unfortunately I'll be heading home."

"Aw, too bad..." she said regretfully

"I'm sorry, guess that's showbiz."

"Well, promise you'll be back soon?"

"You got it. I know Bobby owes us all a dinner so we'll have to all get together next time."

"Awesome! OK, babe...you take care of yourself."




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 49



"You too, darlin'."

And with that, my latest Vegas adventure ended. And as usual, I never got to check out that rib place Chris had always raved about. But he was right about one thing, it's never the same town twice so there's always something or someone new every time. And I was right when I threw away my "to-do" list and just went on Vegas time.

Not long after I returned I had one of those "only me" moments. You know, those times where you're suddenly reminded of who you'll always be no matter how hard you try to deny it. And in my case I'll always be the geek from Connecticut who could probably be held up through the mail, NOT "Hollywood Jim".

I had been avoiding the issue but now had to make some kind of decision what to do with my former partner's bequest to me, his white Porsche 911. Somehow Chris had been able to call this a company car and get away with it. He'd been very proud when he bought it and saw it as a reward for all the work we'd done. Later he convinced me to go the same luxury car route, only in my case it was a silver Mercedes-Benz SLK convertible. I only drove the Porsche once while he was alive. But now it was mine, albeit reluctantly, and it couldn't sit in a storage garage forever. Even if it was free and the garage was owned by a pal of ours. That was Chris, always finding a way to get the most out of his friends. Friends like Joey Cortez who had graciously taken on storage duties for me. 

"It wouldn't hurt to take it out on the road just to keep the fluids from settling, you know." He said as he called me at home one Saturday morning.

"Yeah, I know." I said as I poured another coffee for myself

"So, why not take it out today? The weather's good, and who knows you might even attract a few babes with it." He said with a chuckle.

"Oh, very funny!" I replied "OK, I'll be down later."

Joey had extra space in his garage where we'd been storing the car ever since Chris' death. For the most part, Joey's business was restoring/repairing junk cars, I almost felt I needed a tetanus shot anytime I went to his place. But as skuzzy a place as it was, the guy did take good care of the car, I'll say that. When I arrived, his huge mastiff dog was barking up a storm, and frankly, I was scared to death even while sitting in the car behind what I hoped was bulletproof glass. With my luck the dog would probably eat the tires.

"Hey, Hollywood!" Joey said as he came outside, tattoos, greasy t-shirt and all

"I'll get out of the car if you turn your security system off!" I yelled back from inside the car.

"Oh, that!" he said "Daisy! Calm down! It's just your buddy Jim, you remember him..." he said lovingly as he patted the slobbering dog's massive head

I slowly got out of my car.

"I'm warning you, I carry pepper spray." I said as my hand was in my pocket, holding nothing but sweaty fear.

"Oh, come on man! She's harmless." He said "See? She's smiling now."

"Daisy" was sitting at attention, drooling and licking her chops as she watched me.

"Yeah...only because she smells my cat." I replied warily

"Man, you got no cojones`, you know that." He said as he led the dog back inside his office.

"Oh! I got 'em! I'd just like to keep them, that's all."

Joey led me to a corner of the garage and unzipped a huge car cover with the Porsche logo on it.

"Where'd you get a cover like that?" I asked

Joey looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Right, maybe its best I don't know." I now said

The unzipped cover revealed a gleaming white Porsche 911, looking like it just came off the showroom floor. In the midst of twisted metal, oil and grease, rust and grime, it seemed to gleam like a diamond.

"Man, still looks great." He said adding a whistle as he took in the car's beauty.

I nodded.

Tossing me the keys, he said "She's all yours, Hollywood." 

I slipped behind the wheel and with a turn of the key, the car came to life. I slipped on my sunglasses and slowly pulled out of the garage and onto the street. It felt good to be driving this super machine that held so many memories of its owner. The stories it could probably tell.

When I got back, I was furious. I tried not to take my aggressions out on the car but, boy was it tempting. Instead I had Daisy barking at me again, which made me unleash my best Yosemite Sam growl.

"AHHHHSHADDDUPPP!" I yelled.

Daisy looked at me as if she was shocked to see such temper from me, and then slowly walked off, still drooling. Joey was at the door having heard my arrival.

"Not a good drive, boss?" he asked meekly

He could see me crumple a piece of paper into my pocket.

"Uh-oh...now I know." He said

"Right!"

"It couldn't be a parking ticket."

"Right, again!"

"How fast were you going?"

I stood there for a moment, then answered

"45 in a 25mph zone." I mumbled

"In a Porsche?" he said incredulously before he began to snicker.

"OK, glad you got a laugh." I said

"I'm sorry, man..." he said through his giggles "Hey, if you ask me, you should do what my cousin did when he got ticketed."

"Leave the country?"

"Naw, that was my Uncle, man!" he said with a dismissive wave "Plead not guilty and mail it in, 9 times out of 10 they throw it out before you even go to court."

"Uh-huh, right. With my luck, I'll be the one going to court."

"Well, that's what I'd do." He said "By the way, where'd they pinch you?"

I shot him the same look he gave me when I asked about the car cover.

"Right, its better I don't know." He said as he got in the car and drove it back into the garage.

"Thanks for the ride, Joey." I said as I got back into the SLK "I'll call you."

Can't believe I took his advice, but I did just as he recommended. And like I thought would happen, I got an invitation to traffic court to plead my case. I arrived at the courthouse and was with maybe a hundred others awaiting dispensation of their cases, so much for this case being over quickly. I guess I better settle in for a long day. 

And as luck would have it, I was seated next to a guy who weighed maybe 300 pounds wearing khaki shorts, leather sandals with white socks and the beginnings of a Santa Claus beard.

"I guess this will be an interesting experience for me." I said to him casually

"So what are you doing in a criminal court?" he asked

"Uh...this is where I was supposed to come for my traffic violation." I said, wondering if I was in the wrong court.

"What you've got there can only be signed by a judge," he said pointing to the papers I had with me "See the attorney over there, she's special, she gets to drink her coffee here while we can't." 

He then proceeded to give me his take on what was wrong with the judicial system thanks to a thick printout from some bizarre website. Another bit of luck I had. I was seated next to a conspiracy nut. On the one hand I hoped my case would be called soon so I could get away from him quick. But on the other I thought I might get a laugh watching him try his theories on a judge. I got lucky and witnessed a bit of theatre. Though I couldn't hear him tell his side of things, apparently it wasn't winning over the prosecuting attorney and quickly ended with him getting a trial date and being sternly told that driving for him was a privilege, not a right and if he wanted to continue doing so he better get a valid license, fast. As he walked out of court I was so tempted to be a wiseguy, but couldn't think of anything witty to say.

The cases dragged on and soon I looked around and saw amongst the gallery a couple of blue collar guys, a blonde in dark sunglasses taking notes in a notebook, a few twenty-something's, some with their parents and a couple of retirees. I took a deep breath and watched.

"Hey, Jim." I heard a voice call softly to me.

I looked around but saw no sign of who could be calling me.

"Jim! Over here." The voice called again in the same tone.

I looked around again and saw it was the blonde in the opposite row of seats. She slid her glasses down and waved a little.

I stared at her and tried to process who I was seeing.

"Lindsay?" I mouthed the words

She smiled and nodded. Then slowly stood and made her way over to where I sat. It was her alright, Lindsay Lohan.

"Hi baby." She said softly as she sat close to me "What are you doing here?"

"I probably should be asking you that," then added "No, maybe I better not ask that."

"Relax, I'm just doing research for a film."

"That's reassuring."

"I never thought I'd be seeing you here, that's for sure." She said

"Well, it wasn't my idea, either." I said

"So what'd you do? What'd you do?" she said quickly with an inquisitive look

"Aw, Don't ask, it's so dumb."

"Come on, tell me." She said eagerly as she gripped my arm and shook it.

"OK, I got a speeding ticket."

"You? Speeding? How fast?"

I dreaded telling her

"45 in a 25 zone."

Now it was Lindsay's turn to snicker.

Just then, my name was called.

"Laugh it up, blondie." I said as I went to the prosecutor's table.

The same prosecuting attorney looked over my case, then paused and looked up at me over her glasses.

"You were doing 45 in 25mph zone?" she asked skeptically

"Uh, Yes...yes I was ma'am."

"In a Porsche?"

I nodded.

Luckily, the prosecutor was eager to resolve my case quickly.

She made a few notes and pushed my file into a stack of other cases.

"OK, you're all set." She said 

As I walked back, Lindsay quickly stood and followed me out of the courtroom.

"Well, you beat the rap, baby face." She said as she adjusted her sunglasses.

"And I owe it all to my legal counsel." I said as I zipped up my jacket.

"How about we get some coffee and celebrate?" she offered

"Best idea I've heard today." I said as I took her arm and we were on our way. She smiled and giggled as she hugged my arm.

Lindsay somehow avoided being noticed by the patrons as she quickly ordered a foamy latte`. I was about to pay for my simple hazelnut coffee when she held up her hand.

"Uh-uh babe, this one's on me." She said, reminding me of our first meeting at Burger King. I had to chuckle when she pulled out what looked like a frequent customer card and had it stamped.

"How charming...how many more before you get a free cup?" I remarked

"Oh! Just one more!" she replied with a giggle.

We made our way to the back of the shop where she carefully removed her glasses, making sure no one was looking.

"Ah, the eyes I remember." I said

She gave me a shy smile in return

"You're always such a charmer." She replied

I sheepishly hid behind my coffee and shrugged my shoulders.

"So, how've you been?" she started "I read that you got a big promotion."

"Looks like it, it's still weird being a boss."

There was a pause between us now

"I heard about your friend, I'm really sorry."

I nodded my reply.

"That's something else that's so strange, how it happened so suddenly."

"Do you mind my asking what happened? You're right about how strange it was."

I took a deep breath.

"Not much to tell, he apparently lost control of his car and crashed it."

Lindsay shook her head slowly

"You know, as bad as things have been for me I have to thank God that hasn't happened to me, Lord knows I've come close."

"Somebody must be looking out for you." I said as I took another sip of coffee.

Lindsay put her elbow on the table and rested her chin atop her hand while looking at me.

"Maybe you're right." She said while looking directly at me smiling.

As I saw her look, I knew what she was implying.

"Aw, come on...now you're the one doing the charm act." I said dismissively

"You know how I feel, you're a good guy" She said "That's tough to find, you know." 

"OK, I appreciate the thought and all." I quickly said. I knew she was being nice and all but I sometimes had to wonder if the smiles and sweet words I gave her might be misinterpreted. Then again, maybe I'm the one misinterpreting a compliment.

"Thank you for the kind words Miss Lindsay." I finally said.

"Now that's the Jim I remember." She said with a big smile.

I thought it best to change the subject.

"So what's the role you're researching?"

"Oh, it's just a small part. I'd be playing an Assistant D.A. I've certainly seen my share of those." She said.

"Did you get a lot of ideas from what you saw there?"

"Yeah, I did!" she said "That attorney you were with sure seems like someone you'd never mess with." 

"Did you see how she handled that guy with the Santa beard?"

Lindsay held her hand to her mouth, her eyes were closed and I know she was laughing. She finally rolled her eyes and nodded. 

She started to look around and could tell she might have been recognized.

"I think we've been spotted." She said cautiously

I looked around too and thought I saw someone on a cellphone.

"I think you're right." I said "Maybe we should get going."

Lindsay put her glasses back on and I had to think fast.

"Uh, do you remember the way to my place?" I said as I got my jacket

She nodded

"See you there?"

She looked at me and smiled

"Absolutely." She said

Lindsay quickly gathered her things and went out the door to her Mercedes, immediately taking off. I did the same but my car was in the courthouse garage. I quickly paid the parking fee and drove off, normal speed. 

How strange a day can be, it had started out to be a rotten one having to go to court on my citation and then running into an old friend, my citation is dismissed and now who knows what was next?

I got my answer as I pulled up to my condo and saw Lindsay had already arrived and with a smile on her face.

"Looks like someone here is the better driver, I wonder who that could be?" I said as I got out of my SLK.

"Maybe it's you" she replied "You've got the better car."

We stared at one another

"Nah, you just look better in your car." I replied

Lindsay looked around and then quickly gave me a kiss.

"Let's go inside, I want to see my friend." She said as she took my hand

Her "friend" was Smokie the cat and she quickly scooped him up as he wandered up to meet us as we walked inside. 

"Hi, Smokie!" she said as she held him "just as pretty as I remember."

It was easy to see how much she loved my cat. I guess she liked the fact that it was uncommon for her to meet a guy with a cat. Guys like me are supposed to have some big, macho dog. You know, like Daisy.

Lindsay looked over at me as she held my cat

"Man, you're so lucky to have a cat like this." She said

"Oh well, I guess we just found each other."

"Just like you found me, huh?" she said with a sly look on her face

"For that we've got Burger King to thank." I said referring to our first meeting.

She laughed as she put Smokie down and walked over to me

"No, I've got you to thank for all that." She said as she got closer

"How so?"

"Well, every girl needs someone to get them out of a tough situation" she said as we embraced "And you were there." 

"So I'm your Sir Galahad?"

Lindsay and I kissed

"And I'm your Princess Guinevere." She said in a voice that only someone like me heard.

Lindsay was ever so sexy as we kissed her tongue and mine touched, making her immediately moan as she knew what was coming. But Smokie had other ideas as he loudly meowed underneath us. Lindsay laughed and picked him up.

"What is it, kitty?" she said as she held him

I took this as my cue to get a refill on my drink.

"So anyway, it was interesting to watch all that stuff in the courtroom..." she said

"Certainly makes ones day." I said idly

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her remove her jacket and neatly fold it as she continued telling me about her new film. Then she unbuttoned her blouse, showing a silky bra underneath. Now I was watching.

"...they haven't really cast the lead attorney just yet, might be Robert Downey Jr." she said as she continued undressing in front of me.

Then she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and revealing an equally silky thong. She looked at me and smiled, she knew exactly what she was doing as she folded that as neatly as everything else.

"...I'd really like to work with him I hear he's so funny to be around."

Now she casually reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, revealing her large and luscious tits. Throughout all this Lindsay kept talking.

"...I really wasn't sure I'd be right for the part and all..."

Now she moved her hands around her waist, deftly hooking her thumbs on the thin sides of her thong, and then slowly sliding it down, revealing her perfectly smooth pussy to me.

Lindsay looked at and smiled widely as she stood naked in front of me.

"Uh, was this some kind of acting exercise you're trying out on me?" I somehow said.

Lindsay put a hand on her hip and struck a naked pose for me.

"What do you think?" she said

I was breathing hesitantly, then cleared my throat

"I (cough) think you look...great." I said in what seemed like a gravelly voice.

"That's the idea, baby." She said as she embraced me. "Now, let's go to your bedroom, honey, I can't wait any longer."

Lindsay took my hand and led me up the stairs to my bedroom, she obviously knew the way by now. Seeing her cute ass in front of me was always nice as we climbed the stairs. In my bedroom, she lovingly kissed me. Then her hands began to slowly undress me. My denim shirt was slowly unbuttoned and she softly ran her hands down my chest as it dropped off my shoulders and to the floor. 

"Ohhh...so nice." She said in that ever so sexy voice of hers

We continued to kiss as she gently rubbed the crotch of my jeans

"Oh, man...I've missed this so much..." she continued in that same voice "It feels good already."

I was getting hard, just as she liked it apparently.

"Take them off..." she whispered in my ear

She sat back on the bed on her elbow, her legs opened just enough so she could run her middle finger through her pussy.

"Come on, babe." She said

I slowly unhooked my belt, then unsnapped them, the zipper slowly sliding down. She was breathing rapidly as I was revealed more and more to her, her finger going further around her pussy, sliding inside too.

"Yes...yes...keep going, Jim...keep going."

What looked like a covered torpedo was making itself visible to Lindsay, and she was loving it. I now slid my underwear down and she saw it fully now. She smiled widely.

"Oh yeah...oh boy..." she said in between breaths.

"I like watching you." I said

"You do, huh?" she replied "Come here and show me."

She didn't need to ask twice!

I joined her on the bed and we began to feel each other. Lindsay was just as soft as I remember. Her blonde hair felt silky smooth as my fingers went through it. Her lips were warm and inviting.

"Oh, I missed this...so good..." she said softly as we kissed

Her hands softly caressed my body as I lay atop her, she seemed to like caressing my ass.

"Mmmm...nice ass honey." She said with a giggle

"Yours is nice, too." I said

Lindsay rolled me onto my back and she sat up to hold my dick in her soft hands.

"So is this." She said with that easy smile the rest of the world saw

She started to caress my dick, looking at me and softly saying;

"It's very nice...the way it makes me feel...way it makes you feel...you like the way I'm making you feel, Jim?"

"I always do, Miss Lindsay."

She smiled and then leaned down to take me into her mouth. Her lips and tongue quickly got to me, it was just like old times again as I lay back and enjoyed the show. Lindsay slowly went up and down, now adding her hand to jerk me as well. Her head came off my dick and she stroked me.

"Oh, such a good cock...oh, man...awesome." She said as she came up to me.

"Come on, Jim...I wanna fuck." She whispered in my ear.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 50



Authors Note-As this is the 50th chapter in our hero's adventures, I figured it should be someone special. Thanks for your comments and especially your patience with new chapters. Hollywood Jim's adventures are far from over, though and he has plenty more to come, Enjoy! 

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A recap; Arriving in Hollywood from Connecticut to work at East Coast Image, his best friend Chris' photography business, "Hollywood Jim" (the nickname Chris gave him that still makes him blush) has had some incredible luck meeting, photographing (and bedding) more than a few Tinsel Town lovelies as their business boomed and took them to film sets, nightclubs, and gala affairs around the country and overseas. So much so it attracted the attention of Artists Unlimited (aka AU), a top Hollywood talent agency with interests in film, TV and music who made them an attractive offer to merge their talents. But before a final decision could be made, Chris died in a car accident on New Years Eve. To Jim's surprise, Chris' final act of friendship was to leave the business to Jim. After much negotiating, East Coast Image merged with Artists Unlimited and Hollywood Jim's adventures have only continued. 

The memo was sent company-wide, and secrecy was of the utmost.

Our "beloved leader", Artists Unlimited chief Chuck Tyler was celebrating a birthday and following his return from company meetings in New York, he was welcomed back with a massive party at the home offices. And massive it was. He looked surprised at his wife's ability to keep this secret. 

The day after, I received an email from her inviting me to an extended weekend bash at his beach house, in Hawaii. This was another place I hadn't been to in a long time and the last time was when I met up with Jessica and Ashlee Simpson. And this was after the rendezvous I had with Kim Kardashian.

In other words, those islands held many great memories! 

Chuck Tyler had made his fortune in studio recording software, then as the first manager of Tigress with Marty O'Brien before selling his interest in them to Marty. Since Chris' accident they'd laid low, I never heard if Marty would be implicated somehow and had no idea if their management was changing, or if they were still together for that matter. In all the time we'd worked with them I'd never gotten as close to them as Chris did so I really had no idea what their take on the whole new years' eve debacle was.

For now though, it was time to get my Hawaiian shirts out of the closet.

I was getting excited again about going there, it had been a long time and if the last bash of his I went to there was any indication, who knows what awaited me.

But first I had to get through a day that was getting worse the longer it went on. The California rains had started up unexpectedly as I was driving in, and the convertible top chose this moment to stop working as I sat in morning traffic, so unlike a Mercedes to have this kind of trouble. I pull in for my coffee and newspapers and find none are available and the guy behind the counter speaks not a word of English so my complaints were no good. I finally get to work and my ID badge isn't working so it took forever to get someone to let me into the garage and the building.

I think I'm entitled to be a grouch today. 

Wet, grouchy and pretty pissed off I also get an elevator that barely crawls upward and stops at every floor.

This day gets better and better.

"Hold the elevator, please!" I heard a female voice calling as the doors began to close. I barely hit the button in time for her to get on with another woman.

"Oh, thank you so much!" she said as she caught her breath

I nodded as the doors closed and leaned against the elevators wall, slowly letting my anger and frustrations fade as it continued its creep upward. Although I wasn't trying to, I could hear the pair's conversation;

"I'm still not sure about this, Deb...I'm pretty happy with William Morris, and I've been with them forever. Why switch managers now?"

"Just hear them out, Jen. I've heard a lot of good things about Artists Unlimited. They're supposed to have an awesome photo guy here."

Now my ears perked up! I tried to turn my head so I could get a look at who was speaking without being too obvious. One had short blonde hair and was idly scrolling through a cellphone but the other had thick brunette hair that softly cascaded over her shoulders and wore a stylish khaki colored blazer over a white silk blouse and matching skirt that seemed to emphasize her legs.

The more I heard them speak the more I realized who it was. 

Oh, my god! 

My eyes were suddenly like saucers and my mind went into overdrive as to what I should or shouldn't say to this lady. 

Was it who I thought it was? 

Oh my god it was! 

Jennifer Love Hewitt, yep, it was her alright! 

What do I do?

What do I do?

Hollywood, what do I do?

Do I tell her I loved her movies? Her TV shows or just her body? Where were the gods of witty conversation when I really needed them the most? Not to mention the courage to actually try and say "hello" to her?

"Are you getting off?" I suddenly heard her say

"What?" I somehow croaked out

"The elevator." She said "You must be getting off the on the same floor as me."

"Oh, yes I-I m-must." I said "The same floor, right!" I said quickly, as if I was out of breath.

"Okay, see you later." She said with that classic smile of hers and a little wave as she and her assistant went down the hallway and I stood in the elevator lobby with other employees staring at me.

"Oh, man I better block that one from my memory." I said to myself

But I knew I couldn't, so I could at least smile a little 

Perhaps this day would be good after all.

The office that Chuck had promised me was up and running. And I had to admit I loved it. He kept insisting I should have an assistant but for the amount of calls I got I really didn't feel it was necessary, for now at least.

As I got in and tried to towel off whatever rain was still on me, my phone was buzzing.

"Hey Jim," it was Jeff from upstairs "could you bring up those photo sheets from yesterday?"

"You got it."

I pulled a file of photos and headed up to Jeff's office. It was the usual hubbub of activity as I came in. He was trying to get as much work done before going to Chuck's party, he planned to use that as a starting point to his own vacation at the Australian Grand Prix in Melbourne and his desk was piled high with files and paperwork.

"Man did I pick a lousy day to be productive." He said as he looked through the file.

"Could be worse, at least you didn't drive a convertible with a faulty top today." I said "Like I did."

Jeff chuckled

"When it rains, it pours." He mumbled, just before chuckling "Thanks, pal I'll call you later."

As I walked out of the office I could hear Chuck's boisterous laugh down the hall and could see he was walking with someone.

Oh my god, it's her!

I tried to look inconspicuous as I went towards the elevators.

My luck just gets better and better.

"Hey, Jimmy!" Chuck called "Get your tail down here, got someone for you to meet!"

Rats! I was so close to a clean getaway. 

A dream and a nightmare just presented themselves to me.

What to do? Ah! Talk fast and play the "I've got a ton of work to do" card. That always works.

"Oh, Chuck I've got a ton of work to do and..."

My excuse was cut off at the pass, and not by Chuck.

"Oh come on, you can't be THAT busy!"

It was Jennifer who over ruled me with that voice and smile. She even seemed to be laughing as she said it. Maybe some of his sense of humor had rubbed off on her.

Now, there's a scary thought.

I was frozen in my tracks, she just had that power, I guess.

Well, so much for playing the "I've got a ton of work to do" card. 

Numerous other employees were peering over their cubicles and around corners trying to get a glimpse of her as she came down the hall with Chuck by her side and I felt like I had tunnel vision as she approached.

"Jim, meet the newest member of the Artists Unlimited family." He said

"Hi, I'm Jennifer." She said as she extended an elegantly manicured hand.

"W-w-wow...hello." I somehow said "so good to meet you."

"Jim's our photo guy." Chuck continued "you'd be working with him on the project."

"Oh, cool."

"What project is that?" I said

"New film that's in the works, we'll go over the details later." He said quickly

I couldn't believe I was standing next to her. She looked so gorgeous, like a rising corporate executive at one of those companies my Dad worked for.

"Chuck says you're the go-to guy here for photos." She said

I could barely come up with a response

"Oh! Uh, very flattering thing for him to say." I finally said

"Hey, if you can make me look good that's half the battle." Jennifer said with a giggle

"That won't be a problem." Chuck quickly said "Jen, let me show you to our film division." He said as he led her away.

I watched her walk away and still couldn't believe I'd talked to her, even for just a few moments. My face was still showing a smile of amazement, especially when she looked over her shoulder at me and gave me that million dollar smile of hers.

"Wow." Was all I could say to myself at that moment, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hoping that I could regain my composure.

Looks like it worked.

She and Chuck had turned the corner and life went on.

The following day a small group of invited guests arrived at the airport for the flight to Hawaii on board the company jet. It was still a new feeling to be using private jets, but on the other hand, the seats sure were comfortable!

Once I got on board, I looked out the window and among the last few passengers boarding was a girl wearing a fleece jacket and sweatpants. Her brunette hair seemed to be tucked into a ponytail. I could hear her voice as she entered the plane and I leaned forward to see over the top of the seat in front of me, it was Jennifer.

"Oh, man..." I said to myself

She looked casually pretty as she made her way down the aisle and sat across from me. As she got comfortable she turned to her left, I quickly looked down but she saw me.

"Hey, Jim!" she said in a low tone with her megawatt smile

"Oh, hi, uh you're coming too, cool." I said trying to seem casual.

"Hey, I'm not turning down a trip to Hawaii." She said "I've been going there since I was a kid."

"Really, I've only been there once before."

Jennifer slid over to a closer seat as she spoke

"I first went there when I did 'Birds of Paradise' years ago I was like 14 or 15." She said "I always have good luck whenever I go there."

"Interesting, how so?"

"I don't know, I just have a lot good times here." She began "I got engaged there long ago, but that's another story."

I nodded, remembering how the event was remembered more for her being called fat.

Chuck was the last to board.

"Welcome aboard Air Tyler, flying non-stop to Aloha City, where the pineapples grow and the drinks will flow."

Jennifer and I looked at each other, she laughed when I rolled my eyes.

"Just the kind of thing you want to hear first thing in the morning." I said to her

She giggled

"I should've brought my stewardess uniform." She said

"Oh, really?" I said with a raised eyebrow "Air Jen, huh?"

She nodded, still giggling.

"Oh, yeah...fly me." She said comically.

That's one round the world trip I'd love to make, I thought to myself.

Once we took off, Jennifer slid into the seat next to me and it was another nightmare coming true. I was so nervous being so close to her, she was so pretty and it was another one of those times when I have to tell myself that I'm really here with her and I'd better not do anything wrong. 

I suddenly remembered a story I'd heard Michael Caine tell, that finally gave me the nerve to say something to her.

"You know, uh, I really get tongue-tied in moments like this." I said

"What do you mean?"

"Well...uh...have you ever had it happen when you suddenly realize where you are and who you're with?"

She looked intrigued.

"...and you wonder if it's all real?"

"Yes...yes I have." She said slowly, looking even more intrigued

"Well, that's what I'm feeling now. I'm just this geek from Connecticut, and now I'm on a private jet, going to Hawaii, and I'm talking to someone like you. It's just very strange."

Jennifer looked at me now

"I know exactly how you feel." She said as she nodded her head "I've had that happen so many times, I have to tell myself the same thing." 

"Do you mind if I ask how it happened with you?"

"Oh my, gosh..." she thought "Oh! It was when I met Elizabeth at her house."

"Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth Taylor, she had this brunch at her house like a year ago and I was invited, it was so incredible being there and talking to her." She explained "I wish I could've gotten to know her better. She reminded me of my Grandma." 

"Man, the stories she could tell."

"What about you? When did it happen with you?" she asked, adding an inquisitive look for effect.

"Good question." I said, then thought for a while "Uh, would you believe I had to give Paris Hilton a ride in the trunk of my Honda so she could evade a bunch of paparazzi?" I said with a 'would you believe?' look on my face.

Jennifer thought for a moment

"Strangely enough, that sounds believable." She now said with a laugh "Really? That really happened to you?"

I sheepishly nodded

"Now, THAT is a story!" 

"Yeah, well I guess the stranger the better." I said

The smile on her face was that classic one she could patent; we'd all seen it so many times.

Just then Chuck came by.

"Hey Jennifer, it's good to see you here." He said "You'll have to tell Jim about the film project."

"Sure, seems like as good a time as any."

"Great, I'll check back with you later...I gotta hit the head." He said as he headed for the bathroom in back.

"I guess subtle is his middle name." I said

Jennifer laughed in response.

"The project he was talking about is a film I'm doing called "The Driver."

I nodded.

"I'd be playing a getaway driver for hire, it's actually a backup project in case Law and Order falls through." She continued

"Ah, that's right I read about how you might be going there."

Jennifer crossed her fingers

"It would be so incredible if I got to be on that show." She said. I could sense how she really wanted the part. "I'd love the challenge."

"Sure, plus you get to be in New York all the time."

"Uh-huh, I've been a California girl for so long."

"You know, I remember a film from the 70's with that same title and story." I said

"Right, Ryan O'Neal was in it originally." She replied

"Oh! So you'd be in his part?"

She nodded

"Awesome! I remember seeing that film long ago."

"Well, like I said, it's just a backup if SVU falls through. I can still do it later on. But if I had to choose, I'd take SVU."

"I would too, to be a part of that series, even if for a short time is something special."

Chuck returned now

"So, I heard you two talking. Sound like a good project?" he said

"Yeah, I know the movie. It's one of those 70's B-movies I used to see on the late show. I agree with her though that SVU should be a priority if it comes through." 

"Ah, you sound more and more like an agent." He chuckled

"Oh! We can't have too many of those!" Jennifer laughed

Chuck went forward to his seat and was immediately in conversation with another passenger I couldn't see but who somehow seemed familiar.

It still seemed unreal I was talking to Jennifer but, yep, I was. She wanted to know all about my work, how I got started. 

"Wow, you go everywhere." She said "Do you ever slow down?"

"I try to, I've been kinda lucky lately. Making the switch to AU slowed things down."

"Are you sure? Chuck seemed to imply they're like worldwide and all."

"OK, so...I'll be a world traveler." I said with a shrug "I can give my passport a workout."

Jennifer and I seemed to both pause in our thoughts

"I think I know what you feel." She said slowly as she looked at me with a slight smile.

Chuck returned and got Jennifer for an impromptu meeting up front. I took this as my chance to try and sleep the remainder of the flight. For a change, it worked. 

When I awoke I could feel the plane slow down as it made its landing approach. Jennifer was next to me again, looking slightly nervous.

"Would you mind holding my hand? I get a little nervous on landing." She said

Like I'm gonna say no?

"Not at all." I said as we held hands

As soon as we felt the bump of the plane hitting the tarmac we both relaxed.

"I'm usually not a nervous flyer." She said as she began to gather her things

"Just a nervous lander?" I replied

"Yes, exactly!" she laughed

She was so pretty when she laughed, I guess if you can make someone laugh, that's half the battle of getting to know them. And it sometimes means you've made a connection with them. If anything, it builds your confidence.

Chuck had provided transport to his beachfront home and since the last time I was there he'd expanded the property, adding 2 small guest cabanas, naturally with ocean views. Being around his "estate" was very overwhelming for me as you can imagine. It was still so strange to think I was actually in an island paradise like this, and with a beauty like Jennifer along for the ride, I wonder if she ever felt the same as me? I settled in to my little cabana, it still had the comforts of home. 

The three small cabana-type houses were built in a semi-circle that looked out onto the ocean with a large patch of manicured lawn in the middle. 

The inside of the main house was a beach boy's palace, with high ceilings and aged wood throughout. But it still had the high-tech feel of a software tycoon. I walked around the property in my board shorts and t-shirt, with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt for good measure. The ocean breeze was so gentle, the sun and surf intoxicating. Some of Chuck's friends had already arrived and the drinks were starting to flow, a barbecue was set for later on. 

And the beach was calling my name. I longed to feel the sand on my feet and the warm ocean on my body. 

It had been awhile since I was last here. I looked up the coastline, trying to see if the ultra-chic house I'd been in before was still there. The memories of that place would stay with me forever. I wondered if Kim was around, or maybe the Simpson girls? Ah, well, it didn't matter, I was here! Hollywood Jim was really here!

I looked out at the ocean and saw a beautiful sight. It seemed like someone was arising from the waves and slowly walking out. She ran her fingers through her black hair, slicking it down. Her classic string bikini was a brilliant shade of sky blue and she now emerged fully from the ocean and slowly walked up towards me.

It was Jennifer. 

She saw me and with an elegant look on her face pulled the string on her top, letting it fall to the sand.

Oh my god, she was topless in front of me.

"I've waited for you Mr. Hollywood...waited so long..." she said as she walked towards me. Here tits were beautifully large and gorgeous, perfectly rounded, with quarter-size nipples. Whatever genetics she had been very kind to her. She embraced me and the ocean scent combined with the sunlight and her soft body made for something out of a dream.

So why was she holding a bacon cheeseburger instead of me?

Just then I felt something hit me in a place that I'd rather not have hit. 

It was a football. 

I held the ball and looked around. One of Chuck's party guests quickly ran up.

"Oh, sorry, man! You OK?" he asked as he grabbed the ball.

"Yeah, I must've dozed off." I said as I rubbed my eyes.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 50



Now I remembered, I tried out a beach chair and with everything around me, I'd fallen asleep. The beach football game resumed and I looked around, nope, no Jennifer emerging from the ocean. No bacon cheeseburger, either.

Well, back to reality, Hollywood.

I wandered around Chuck's estate feeling the sun all around me, the drinks were flowing and I doubt a bottle of Corona ever left my hands the entire time. I remembered some of the people from the last time I was there and it was good to catch up with them. 

Someone I'd seen last time at Chuck's caught my eye. Naturally, I couldn't remember their name but she was in the midst of an athletic beach football game and had just made a great play. A burly man holding a curly headed little boy yelled out to her.

"Alright, baby! Good play!"

"Good play mommy!" the little boy yelled

The blonde with the football gave high-fives all around and then hugged what seemed to be her husband. She looked exhausted as she trudged through the sand and took a long drag on a water bottle he held. Then she noticed me.

"Hey! I remember you! You were here last time we were." She said exuberantly

"Yes, I remember seeing you."

"You went off with the Simpson girls, I think." She laughed

I couldn't help but blush

"The Simpson girls?" the man said looking at the blonde

"I don't know, maybe it was someone else." She said "Hi, I'm Kendra."

That's who it was! I remembered the last time I was here she'd recognized me through her friend Bridget but we never got to chat much beyond a "hello". Seems the Simpson girls got to me first.

"Oh, Kendra Wilkinson?" I said then quickly corrected with a finger raised "Oh! Sorry, Kendra Baskett."

"Ah, you got it right." Her husband Hank said, making us all laugh. Especially Kendra, that distinctive laugh confirmed it really was her.

"You're friends with Chuck?" she asked

"Yes, just started working for his firm."

"Oh, cool!" she said as their son pulled her off towards the ocean. "Catch you later!"

"Good meeting you, sir." I said as I shook Hank's hand and he followed her.

Chuck spared no expense with the food, it was hard to think of anything he left out. But strangely enough, I didn't see Jennifer anywhere. What I did see though was a stage being setup amidst a DJ spinning tunes all evening. 

"I wonder what he's got planned." I thought

Then off to the side of the stage I saw Amy Adamson, whom I'd known for a long time as an A&R rep for different music acts. 

What was she doing here?

Now the plot thickened. Before I could investigate (or at least check out the gear they were using) Chuck called me over.

"I want you to stick close to me, Jim." He said "there's a little bit of business I want to discuss with you."

"Oh? Nothing bad, I hope."

"No! No! Come on! Do you think I'd bring you all the way out here if it was anything bad?"

"OK, just the paranoid side of me comes out at times like this."

"Well, put it back in, kiddo. You worry too much." He replied "...and get yourself another beer, I wanna use up the Corona I bought especially for you."

"Aye-Aye, mon Capitan" I said adding a nautical salute for good measure. 

And then the birthday feast began. Chuck's wife seemed to know exactly what would please everybody. I got a plate of barbecue ribs and found a table near him as directed. Just after I sat down, a lovely lady joined me.

It was Jennifer!

"Hey, surfer dude." She said as she joined me at the table.

"Hi, it's, uh, good to see you again." I somehow said

Jennifer looked fantastic even in a simple cropped white t-shirt with Hawaiian flowers printed across it and green Hollister shorts. It looked like underneath the shirt was a cool bikini. She had a cheeseburger and some kind of fruit juice and was seated between myself and Chuck, I wonder if that was planned?

"So you went for the big stuff, huh?" she said as she saw me dig into my plate of ribs.

"Oh, yes, it's something I don't get very much. So, I figured why not?"

"I could never get the hang of those, too messy I guess." She said

"That's like a ritual where you're from, I guess."

"Oh, so you know where I'm from, huh?" she said with a laugh

"Uh, yes...Uh, Texas."

"OK, that narrows it down...where in Texas?" she replied with an inquiring look.

Geez, I know exactly where she's from but do I reveal my knowledge or bluff my way along?

"I think it's Waco." I finally said (Hell, I could probably win a trivia contest on her)

"OK, I'll give you that one. I was born there but raised in Killeen, little town outside of Waco. What about you?"

"Me? Oh, Connecticut, that's where I'm from." I said as I sipped my Corona and she watched "Uh, like a sip?" I offered

She thought for a moment and looked around

"OK, I'll try a little." She replied as she took a sip of my beer "Ooooh, not bad, kinda sweet tasting."

"That's why I like it, it's not really heavy-tasting." 

"Oh, so you can get bombed on it and not realize it, huh?" she joked before looking at her watch, a rugged Timex model made for the ocean.

"That's always a possibility." I replied 

"Oh! Time for me to go to work." She said as she stood up.

"Work? What do you mean?"

She gave me a sly smile

"You'll see." She said as she went inside the house.

Chuck was holding court at the table next to us.

"Jim! Over here!" he called to me

Chuck beckoned me over to his table where he was talking with Amy and two Asian men I'd never seen before.

"Ah, Jim!" he said "You remember Amy...this is Ken Takara and Dozo Isk-iski..." 

"Iskihara, not everyone gets it right the first time." Dozo said as he smilingly corrected Chuck and shook my hand "Pleasure to meet you Jim, we've heard about your work."

"Thank you" I said as I sat down, still unsure what this was about.

"Ken and Dozo here run a dance club here and in their native country."

"Ah, and where's that?" I asked

"Japan, we have some plans in that area." Dozo said

"Tigress is getting back onstage, in a big way. I'm re-launching them, as it were." Amy began "getting them back onstage is but the first step."

"And since we're doing things in a big way, we want you to be on our team." She continued "We're doing a show with our partners here next weekend." 

"And we'll need an ace photographer." Chuck added

"Where's the show?"

"Tokyo." Ken replied "At our flagship club." 

Whoa! Now I knew she was serious about re-launching them.

"Uh, Okay...I guess you've got your man." I said

"Excellent!" Chuck said in his boisterous tone "Jeff will give you all the details Monday morning. Enjoy the party."

"Pleasure to have met you, Jim." Ken said as we shook hands again

"Yes, can't wait to see your club." I replied.

Just as I'd left the table, Chuck's wife Bonnie took over the microphone.

"Aloha, everyone! Welcome to our home!" she said "As you know, it is my husband's birthday, well actually this is the second part of his birthday. As you might know, he's not the easiest man to buy gifts for."

"Neither are you!" Chuck yelled back at her getting a big laugh from everyone.

"In that spirit," she continued "I thought about giving him something that he's never had before."

As she talked, I saw a huge cake being wheeled toward his table, lit with dozens of sparklers and accompanied by two attendants in what seemed like military outfits. There was a gasp at it got closer.

"Happy birthday, baby!" Bonnie said to much applause.

The DJ started a big recording of "Happy Birthday" and the crowd began to sing.

Just then, the top of the cake blew off and amidst a shower of glitter and confetti, a girl emerged in a Marilyn Monroe costume, blowing kisses and looking sultry. Chuck was stupefied, so was I. Bonnie laughed at our reactions.

"Marilyn" got down from the cake and made her way to the microphone, accompanied by the attendants who took off their hats, shook loose their hair and revealed themselves to be the girls from Tigress.

And I suddenly realized that "Marilyn" was in fact, Jennifer! 

She took the microphone and did a breathy, dead-on impression of Marilyn singing "Happy Birthday", looking at Chuck and adding "Mr. Tyler" at the end, with Tigress doing great harmony vocals.

I had to get a photo of this! I immediately got my little camera out of my pocket and snapped off as many photos as I could. All I could think of was; thank you Nikon!

A huge cheer went up from everybody there. Bonnie was right, this was something he'd never had before. He stood and embraced Bonnie for a long time, then did the same with Jennifer and the Tigress girls.

Chuck now got up to say a few words to the party. 

"Well...I have to thank everyone for coming out here, thank you to the newest member of the Artists Unlimited family, Miss Monroe. I mean, Ms. Hewitt, you've made this quite the event." He started "This is also a double celebration as well. As you saw, our friends in Tigress certainly made this a great night too. This is just the beginning of great things for them. I'm proud to introduce their new manager, Amy Adamson!"

I was very surprised to hear this. I'd known Amy for quite some time, going back to our photo shoots with Rihanna. I suppose she was always pretty ambitious but this I didn't see coming at all. But now, I understood what she meant by re-launching the group. Amy stood and took a bow after hugging Chuck.

"Alright! How about another song, ladies?" Chuck called out to the girls. 

I was glad to see them back onstage after all that happened on New Years, and they didn't disappoint. Jennifer had made her way down from the stage area to where I stood.

"Hey! How'd I do?" she asked

"I guess blondes really do have more fun, Miss Monroe."

"Well, this one does, that's for sure!" she laughed

She did look great in her sparkly flapper dress and platinum blonde wig.

"But this get up gets pretty hot after awhile" she said fanning herself "Come on, you can help me get outta this thing."

Jennifer led me back inside the main house and down a hallway to what seemed like a powder room.

"Could you unzip me?" she asked as she took off the blonde wig and shook her brunette hair loose.

I loosened the zipper and slid it down her shapely back. 

As I expected, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and unless she had on the tiniest of thongs, no panties either.

"Thanks, babe." She said as she closed the door and then tried unsuccessfully to lock it.

"Oh, great!" she muttered "Guess you'll have to guard the door too."

"Sure, glad to." I said as I turned my back to the door.

Jennifer had grabbed a small gym bag as she went in the house and I could hear the rustling of clothes as she got changed.

"Uh, great dress you had on." I said

"Thanks! I got it from the costume department at one of the studios. I think they'd used it on some film about her life." She said "But it was not meant for a night in Hawaii, that's for sure."

The door opened again

"OK, you can look." She said behind me

She'd changed into a bright red flower print dress that ended just above her knees, very Hawaiian with a thin strap that wrapped up around her neck. 

"Aloha." She said with that giggly smile.

"Aloha, back." I replied

"You like?"

"Me like." I said

We both laughed

"Back to the party, Mister Jim." She said as she took my arm and led me back outside.

Jennifer Love Hewitt was taking my arm, calling me "Mister Jim."

This has gotta be a dream!

Nope, it's for real "Hollywood"

If that's the case I better enjoy every minute of it.

Jennifer looked great as we rejoined the party, she floated around chatting to everyone, me by her side, still wondering if this was all for real. The tiki torches cast a lovely glow on the beach as nightfall approached. 

"Hey, you should get some photos of all this, you know." She said to me with that classic smile, noticing the camera dangling from my belt.

"I should, at least so I can prove I was here." 

"And, you were with me." She added "you know, show off to all your buddies back home."

I could tell she was being funny

"Yeah, but they'd probably think I did some tricks with Photoshop."

She now looked at with an "oh, come on" expression

"You're not the first to do that, you know." She finally said

"OK, you've got me there."

"Now you're thinking smart." She said before calling to Amy

"Amy! Get a photo of me with Jim, he deserves it."

"Of course!" she said "Not the first shot I've taken like this, you know."

Jennifer quickly fixed her thick black hair a little and then wrapped her arms around my waist, gently resting her head on my shoulder, smiling as only she could. And, I couldn't help it, but I had a fantastic view down the front of her dress. Her tits were amazing, so nicely round. Congratulations to the lucky man, was all I could think of.

Amy took the shot and Jennifer was quick to see the results.

"Oh, you look great, Jim!" she said as she handed the camera to me.

Well, gotta admit she was right.

At least the camera didn't catch my eyes when they drifted downward for a second. 

"You look great too."

"Hmmm...Yes, I do. Probably a little too much boobage, you think?" she said looking at me with a skeptical look on her face

"Oh, well, uh..." I was completely flustered

"Didn't expect me to say that, huh?" she said before laughing.

"No I didn't!" I laughing nervously

She took my arm again

"Come on, I need to walk off some of this food." She said casually

"Good idea, Ms. Jennifer."

She paused for a moment

"You can call me Love if you want." She said

"OK, Ms. Love I will."

Jennifer and I started to walk down the beach as darkness descended ever so slowly.

"My god...the sunset, it's beautiful." I gasped

"Take a picture, then!" Jennifer said

"Read my mind."

I grabbed my Nikon and quickly snapped off some shots.

"Take one of me!" Jennifer said as she quickly went towards the water until it was up around her knees. She struck a dramatic pose running her fingers through her thick brunette hair and with the sunset in the background, she looked incredible. As she waded through the ankle deep water she playfully kicked up some at me, giggling as only she could.

"Oh yes, darling!" I said in a cliché` gay voice "Pose for me...love the camera darling!"

Jennifer continued posing for me, even dropping down to her knees in the water with a big splash. We were both laughing uncontrollably now.

"Get over here!" she said between laughs

I walked over and helped her up. She took the camera and expertly held it in her left arm as her right held me.

"Stay still...stay still." She said as she somehow snapped the shutter.

A few seconds later I saw she'd taken a great shot of us with the sunset somehow lined up perfectly behind us.

"Wow, how'd you do that?" I was stunned.

"Hey, I take pictures too." She said with a know-it-all smile.

I continued to look at the shot, we looked so good together. I also had to look to see if I was really so close to this girl that until a few days I'd only seen on magazine covers. 

(Note to self; don't EVER delete this photo!)

She stayed close to me as I looked at the image on the view screen.

"We look good like that." She said

I was so taken by everything happening around me

"Y-y-you look so beautiful...I-I just can't believe I'm standing here with you." I said nervously

She smiled sweetly at me

"You're a sweet man." She said slowly as she got even closer to me

Then it happened.

We leaned in and softly kissed. Her lips felt so soft and impulsively I put my arms around her as we stood in the ocean water that gently lapped at our ankles. 

Wow, was this really happening?

Our lips slowly parted and she let out a slow and sexy "oooohhh" in a breathy tone.

We could only stare at one another at this moment. 

Neither of us knew what to do next.

Had I just kissed this beautiful woman that up until now had only existed on a TV screen and in glossy pictures?

Yes, I had.

Jennifer kept her arms loosely held around my waist and gave me that easy smile of hers.

"Maybe we should be getting back...um...I think Amy wanted to, uh, talk to me about something." She said, somewhat nervously

I knew I didn't want this moment to end, but I think I knew what she was trying to say.

"Yes, uh, right" I said in the same tone "Might be best to not start something we... can't finish."

She nodded, then quickly added

"I forgot how it can get a little cold at night, even out here."

"Y-yes, you're right." 

I couldn't help but notice how her nipples showed through her dress

"Come on, we can still walk back together." She said offering her hand to mine

I held her hand and we made our back.

As we began walking back, I heard something, an inner voice;

"Look over your shoulder" it said

I turned and looked.

'My god' I thought

The whole time I had been in front of the house from my last trip, when I met Kim. The same house where I'd had quite the evening with Ashlee and Jessica.

Though the house appeared dark, I knew its design anywhere

"What?" Jennifer said as she saw my expression "You look like you saw a ghost or something."

"No, just a unique house, that's all." I replied

Interesting how the "Ghost Whisperer" was implying I'd seen a ghost.

Once we made it back to the party, our time together ended as we drifted apart, all for the better I guess. Jennifer was soon in conversation with Amy and the Tigress girls and I went to get another Corona. I lost track of how many I'd had by now and I could feel the day catching up with me, perhaps I should call it a night. Jennifer was still talking to Amy, but then turned in my direction and I caught her eye. She gave me a sly smile before resuming her conversation.

"You gonna call it a night, Jimbo?" Chuck asked as he strolled by with his wife.

"Yeah, the day caught up with me fast, probably jet lag."

"Well, get a good sleep. The islands will still be here in the morning."

I went back to my bungalow and flopped down onto the bed that looked out onto the ocean.

The island breezes and ocean sounds quickly lulled me to sleep.

It was a few hours later that I slowly awoke. I still had my board shorts on from yesterday. Now the sun was rising, making the ocean shimmer with colors. The grounds were quiet as I sat up in bed. I grabbed another t-shirt and walked to the sliding door that led outside. A grassy hill gently sloped down to the large deck area and then the beach. 

I smiled.

"Man, what a beautiful morning..." I said to myself as I looked around and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

Across the yard, I saw something else that was beautiful.

It seems Jennifer was also an early-riser. She stood outside the door of her bungalow holding what seemed like a mug of coffee.

"Hey, you're up early too." I called over to her

"Hey! Yes, I'm kind of a light sleeper anyway." She said "Want some coffee?"

"Sure, good idea."

As I walked across the yard, I could see she looked great even in the morning. Her brunette hair was slightly mussed and she wore an oversize Green Bay Packers Super Bowl t-shirt.

"Just made some, I hope I did it right." She said as she led me inside.

Her bungalow was similar to mine with a small sitting area and a little kitchenette off to the side, further back behind a Japanese-style sliding door I could see the bedroom had a large window overlooking the beach and similar doors that led onto the deck. The bedcovers had that slightly used look to them. 

"How do you take it?" she asked from the kitchen area

"Oh, cream and sugar." I replied "This is original." I said as I examined the mug

"He must've gotten a great discount on these." Jennifer said with a laugh




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 50



The mugs were leftover souvenirs from the Triple Threat Tour.

"Well, could be worse...could have like, I don't know, Yogi Bear designs on them." 

"Yep, you're right." She said

"So what do you think of all this, this place of Chuck's?"

"Pretty incredible." She said "Let's go out on the deck."

We went through the bedroom and out onto the deck, the full expanse of the ocean was visible.

"Man, what a morning." I said

Jennifer was standing very close to me, her elbows balanced on the railing as she sipped her coffee.

"So how long have you been coming here?" she asked

"Oh, this is only my second time."

"I've been here a bunch of times. I almost bought a condo here once."

"What happened?"

"Oh, real estate market tanked." She said with a laugh

"Location, location, huh?"

"Exactly." She said as she turned to look at me "But this is a cute little place I have here."

"It suits you very well."

"The bed's nice too, you know."

She was looking at me with a shy smile as she got closer to me.

"We kinda...started something last night, you know." She said softly

From the look in her beautiful brown eyes I knew what she meant

"Yes...we did." I replied

"Maybe we should...finish it?"

"Yes, we...we should." I said

As if on instinct we leaned in and kissed. It felt even better here, with the sun rising and the ocean around us. 

But one thing was racing through my mind at warp speed.

I'M KISSING JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT!!!

My arm wrapped around her back and she did the same with hers. Our embrace felt incredible. Our lips continued to move against one another and I felt her tongue slip inside my mouth and touch mine. When we slowly separated, she had that easy, loving smile I'd seen in all her TV shows.

"You're a good kisser." She said

"No, you're better." I said "with a middle name like Love it has to be."

Jennifer smiled bashfully

"Let's go inside." She said as she softly took my hand 

Jennifer led me inside and guided me onto the twin size bed.

We lay back on the soft covers and continued to kiss. Feeling her lips on mine was electric. Yet I hesitated moving my hands any further, not wanting to ruin the moment. But yet I wanted more of her, this beautiful woman who'd long been in my dreams, and in the dreams of many others as well. When our lips parted we both seemed speechless.

"This feels so beautiful." I finally said

"It does...you're so nice." She whispered

"I am?"

"Oh yes..." She said with a smile and a soft kiss on my cheek. "...yes you are." 

Her whispers were even more electric.

JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT SAID I'M NICE!!!

We were softly holding one another as the ocean waves provided the soundtrack. It seemed to take all my courage to let my hand slowly drift down her hip until it reached the end of the shirt and I was feeling a soft, smooth leg. It felt warm. It felt beautiful. Now Jennifer did the same to me, it felt electric as her fingers made their way down to my hip. All the while, her beautiful eyes were watching me.

"Like that?" she asked softly

"Yes...yes I do." I replied equally "do you like what I'm doing?'

"What do you think?" she replied with a smile added.

"I-I-I'll stop if you want." 

Oh, man why did I say that?

"You don't have to be so nervous." She said with a smile "I like what you're doing."

Now she kissed me softly

"Let me make things easier." She said "sit up."

As I sat up, she did the same, tucking her legs underneath her. I was looking straight at her, trying to keep my eyes from drifting downward. She softly placed her hands on my shoulders, a calming smile on her face. Her hands gently caressed them.

"Just relax honey...just relax." She said

She was right, the more she did that, the more I felt an inner calm coming over me. Her fingers traced a line down my chest before circling back to the shoulders.

"Does that feel good?' she asked

I nodded and softly agreed.

"Nice...do the same to me...just touch my shoulders...you'll know what to do." She said

Oh, man! It's now or never Hollywood.

I didn't feel them move, but I could see my hands were on her shoulders as she directed. They felt nice. I softly caressed them and slowly moved down her arms. Her breathing was so sexy and I could see her chest moving upward as my caresses had the desired effect. Her eyes slowly closed and she smiled.

"Oh yessss...just like that...oh you're doing just fine..." she said in a breathy tone "...just fine..."

I leaned in and kissed her.

"You know what to do, Jim...you know what to do..." She said before opening her eyes "...keep going."

She knew what was on my mind, just by my eyes.

"Now or never, Hollywood." I heard my inner voice saying

My hands now gently touched her breasts and found her nipples which were instantly hard. 

I'M TOUCHING JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT'S TITS!!!

They felt great even through the material of her shirt.

The Packers logo never looked better!

"Ohhhh baby..." she said before letting out a long slow moan.

This was for real!

Jennifer leaned in and kissed me softly.

"That feels so nice." She whispered "let me make it better."

She reached over and slowly took my Hawaiian shirt off, then reached down and slowly pulled my t-shirt up and off me.

She loved the feel of my chest skin as she ran her hands all around it. 

"You feel nice too." She said with a soft smile that turned seductive. 

She reached down to the bottom of her Packers shirt and crisscrossed her arms, then slowly raised the shirt up and off, gently shaking her thick brunette hair.

Jennifer Love Hewitt was topless in front of me. 

I couldn't speak. Her breasts looked incredible. They were beautifully large with half-dollar sized nipples in a lovely shade of pink. She looked somewhat shy as she was so close to me.

"Go ahead." She said softly.

Sure, I was tempted to just go at them like every guy had dreamed of doing, but I was so awestruck that I was really here, this was really happening to ME!!

"I should do this right." I said in an equally soft voice.

I kissed her as I caressed her bare breast, she breathed in such a sexy way as I did this. They felt so beautifully soft. We were so close and our kisses felt so nice. We lay back on the bed and continued kissing, I now felt her hand go down to my crotch and its soft touch got me hard instantly. Jennifer was breathing hard now in short gasps the more I touched her. 

"Maybe we should get more comfortable?" she said

"If you want to, I'll stop." I somehow said

"No, we should do this right." She said as she stood before me.

I took this as my cue to do the same.

Jennifer slid her white bikini panties down, revealing a beautifully smooth spot between her legs. I did the same with my board shorts. We stood naked before one another.

"You look beautiful." We both said, making us both laugh.

I guess moments like that made things easier.

We embraced and her touch felt even more incredible. I knew I was instantly hard and it was touching her sweet love nest.

"I guess you're ready for action." She said

"I-I'm...uh...I mean..." I stammered

She touched her finger to my lips

"You're just fine...just fine." She said in a calm, reassuring tone.

"Lay on the bed." She said

I lay back on the bed and stretched out as she stood naked before me. It was still so dream-like. Was this gorgeous TV star standing before me, with a look of pure romance on her face? As she joined me on the bed and softly kissed my lips, I knew it was no dream. Jennifer began kissing her way down my neck, my chest, my waist, until she finally reached her quarry. She held my dick in her hands.

"Pretty nice one you got here." She said with a sly smile

"Uh, never had any c-complaints." 

"I can see why." She said with a sweet smile as she extended her tongue and swirled it around the head, looking at me with those eyes the whole time. Her tongue again circled around the head and then slowly down the shaft.

"Like that, honey?" she asked before giggling

Like I was gonna say otherwise?

Jennifer continued her exquisite tongue work before I saw my dick disappear deep in her mouth and a beautiful mass of brunette hair began moving up and down. I closed my eyes and lay back. I couldn't believe what was happening, at this moment, in this place, to me. I kept expecting an alarm clock to go off at any second jolting me back to reality.

"Feel good, babe?" I heard Jennifer say, bringing me back to reality, or un-reality as the case may be.

I looked at her as she slowly sat up on her knees, her legs tucked underneath her.

"I-I'm just speechless." I somehow said

She cocked her head to the side and almost seemed to be blushing. I sat up and hugged her.

"You're such a sweet guy..." she said softly to me

"So are you." I said the same way as I kissed her forehead

"Jim...please make love to me...I want to feel you, all of you." 

The words sounded so dream-like. I was super hard from her oral magic. I slowly laid her down on the bed and took in her naked beauty. At this moment I was the envy of untold millions as I saw her spread out before me, she was even softly touching her beautiful breasts and a look of desire on her face. I kissed her cheeks and then worked my way down her beautiful body, it truly was a wonderland. Jennifer's breathing became much faster and some soft moans came from her. 

Her sweet love nest presented itself to me and I softly kissed all around it. It was pink and swollen. I softly touched it with my finger and heard an "oh!" from her as my tongue softly touched its soft folds. She was slick from all our kisses and she tasted wonderful. I couldn't help myself as I probed inside her with my tongue. I soon felt her hand on my head along with a series of gasps and moans that sounded fantastic. I looked up and saw her head go backwards and a deep moan come from her as she arched her back. She was gasping and breathing hard as she looked down at me.

"Wow! Oh my god...wow...oh my god...let me catch my breath honey." She said

I raised myself up and watched her chest heave as her breathing returned to normal.

Jennifer nodded her okay to me.

"Keep going honey...make love to me...make love to me."

I crawled up so I could see all of her, her eyes were looking skyward and she had a dream-like expression on her face, her body sprawled across the bed. I gently lay atop her and kissed her lips. 

"I'm ready babe...make love to me."

As I lay atop her I reached down, her legs were spread apart and I eased my dick inside her. It felt so beautiful. She didn't feel tight, she felt like a warm, welcoming cloud as I was inside her.

I was inside Jennifer Love Hewitt.

It felt incredible!

'Ohhhh..." she sighed "You feel wonderful!"

"Oh my god...I can't believe how good this feels." I said

"Let's make it special, babe." She said with a smile

I began to push in and out of her, making her moan as I did her. I was close to her and could feel her gentle breaths in my ear as I wrapped my arms around her neck so we could be even closer. My fucking was sure and steady and her breaths made it clear she loved what I was doing.

"Oh so good...so good...fuck me baby...oh fuck me..." she gasped with increasing urgency. Like she knew she was close to orgasm.

I fucked her harder now, I could feel the bedsprings reacting to our movements.

"Baby do it....oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...OH MY GODDDDDDD!" she cried

I felt her fingers dig into my back as she pulled me in closer. I slowed down so she could catch her breath and sat up slightly. She was smiling, her eyes slightly closed.

"Oh, keep going baby...keep going, you make me feel so good."

I moved my arms under her shoulders and pulled her upwards.

"Oh, so you wanna get kinky, huh?" she said with a giggle

I lay back and now she was on top of me.

What a view!

Jennifer sat up straight.

"Like the view, honey?" she said with a sly smile as she ran her fingers through her hair and began to move back and forward, putting her hands under her beautiful tits, lifting them up, caressing them before moving up and down so her tits bounced. And all the while she was looking at me, gauging my reaction. It seemed like she could hold out no longer;

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! OH YEAH!!!" she screamed "So fucking good!"

I was speechless watching her in some kind of erotic routine she knew turned me on. Between her awesome body and gorgeous hair I was in heaven. She now leaned down to kiss me deeply.

"Do you feel good, Jim?" she asked softly with that cute smile that had made her the sweetheart of millions. "Am I making you feel good?"

The only way I could react was with my eyes. I think she got a laugh out of that. 

She now leaned way back, making her tits arch skyward as she threw her head back in ecstasy. I held onto her hips and saw how she pushed herself forward on my dick, her mouth open in a sign of ecstasy. No sound came from it, her expression said it all. She leaned forward again and we kissed.

"How am I doing?" she asked with a smile.

She then giggled because she could tell I was totally speechless. 

Jennifer wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down so I was on top of her again, but my arms were around her too. She wanted to be romantic and I could tell. Her legs were wrapped around me and her breaths sounded so beautiful.

"Yes baby...oh yes...oh yes...soooo good..." she moaned 

I increased my pace, the feeling I got from her was incredible and I could only heighten it, I was really fucking her now.

"Yes baby! Oh yeah! Uh-huh! Ohhhhhhhgggggoddddddd!" she cried out

"Oh Jennifer...gonna cum...." I groaned out before I exploded into her. A look of passion was on her face, her eyes were closed and she was breathing rapidly.

I really did it.

I had made love to Jennifer Love Hewitt.

I collapsed onto her and her arms held me gently.

Her rapid breaths had now slowed.

"That felt so good...oh Jim...so good." She whispered.

Her breaths were so calming. 

"You can go to sleep, baby...shhhhhh...go to sleep...sleep with me, baby...shhhh..." she whispered

Her soft words, and the ocean waves outside, lulled us to sleep.

When I awoke some time later, the sun was fully up. I turned and saw Jennifer lying on her side, watching me.

"Hi sleepy-head." She said playfully with her cute smile.

"Hi, beautiful." I replied "have I been asleep a long time?" I asked as I looked at my watch.

"Not too long." She replied with a smile before leaning down to kiss me.

Just then, the electronic tone of Jennifer's cellphone was heard

"Oh shit..." Jennifer groaned as her head hit the pillow

It was strange to hear America's sweetheart Jennifer Love Hewitt swear like that. But then again, I'd already heard her say a lot more than that. 

"Don't answer it if you don't want to." I said

"No...this might be important, the life of a star." She said wearily 

She answered the phone with a sleepy voice, but she soon sounded ultra-professional as it seemed like she was talking to someone important. I lay back and watched in awe the way she negotiated what seemed like a movie deal. Finally, she turned to me.

"I have to go back to L.A." she said with regret

"Aw, really?"

"That was my agent, George Clooney is directing a film and he's only gonna be in town for a short time, so I've gotta head back." 

She leaned down and kissed me

"But I want to see you again, Jim." She said softly

"I want to see you again, too."

Like I was gonna say otherwise?

"I guess I won't have to go far to find you now, since I'm with your company."

"Pretty convenient, huh?"

"Oh, yes." She said as she kissed me again "We'll meet again."

Amy Adamson wasn't kidding when she told me she wanted to bring Tigress back in a big way. Even if it was just a one-off show at a giant dance club in Japan, she wanted to get the girls back in the public eye again, get them back onstage where they belonged, to remind everyone that these girls were music superstars. There wasn't much press for the shows, no big press conference or interviews, that part she'd handle later. They literally flew in, did the show, and flew out. It was a stealth show intended to generate buzz, those who were lucky enough to see it would then spread the word and then they could come back for a much bigger show.

And her strategy worked. The show was streamed live on the internet and broke records for web traffic. 

But for me, all I got out of it was a long, no make that a REALLY long flight across the pacific into a rainy night in Tokyo to take a few dozen photos. And then another REALLY long flight back to Los Angeles that messed up my body clock like you wouldn't believe. And sleeping on planes was never easy for me. Amy, meanwhile was coolly efficient as she made numerous notes on her IPad and text messaged colleagues around the world, the girl never seemed to need sleep.

I wasn't sure what time it was when we touched down back in LA but it had to be close to midnight, of what day I wasn't sure. I just hoped I could drive home and find my bed before daylight returned. I had just made it to my Mercedes when my phone buzzed. 

It was Amy.

"Jim! Glad I caught you. I know you're exhausted and all but I meant to tell you on the plane that I need those photos uploaded to my laptop ASAP."

"You're kidding, right?" I said wearily

"Wish I was, love." She replied "It's all part of the plan, you know."

"Well, I suppose I could stop by AU's office and do them from there. My laptop's at home."

"Perfect! I'll be waiting for them." She said as she hung up

OK, one more stop before bedtime, Jim.

Like she said, it was part of the plan.

Other than a solitary VW Beetle convertible at one end, the garage at Artists Unlimited was nearly deserted. I'd never been here late at night and there was a vast silence as I walked through the dimly lit corridors to my office, passing by the large glass doors leading to Jeff and Chuck Tyler's offices. I did a double take as I walked backwards to see their ever-reliable secretary Natalie Hayden at her desk silently clicking away at her computer. I never noticed that she wore classic black framed glasses when she was doing computer work. It made her look like the character of Bernadette on "Big Bang Theory" and made her all the more alluring.

I poked my head in the door.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Natalie jumped suddenly

"Oh, my god...you scared the shit out of me." She said as she grabbed her chest.

"Sorry, it's just so weird to see you here this late." I said

"Oh, well, just getting caught up on work."

"Man, must be important."

"Uh-huh...Mr. Tyler's got some big presentation coming up."

"Oh, yeah? I wonder who?" I said as I glanced at some papers

"You'll never believe it, Bristol Palin."

"HER? Oh, man!" I laughed

"I know! I mean, why her?"

"Ah, who knows...maybe he's trying to sign her Mom too and figured this would be the first step. Start off with the guppy before going after the whale."

Natalie laughed riotously

"What are you doing up here, anyway?

"Oh, I just got back from that Tigress show in Tokyo."

"Oh, yeah! How'd that go?"

"I'm still kinda fuzzy about it, I guess when I see the photos I'll remember better. Catch you later, Natalie." I said as I walked out 

I was halfway down the hallway to my office then suddenly remembered an email that went out company-wide about an upgrade to all the computers, meaning they couldn't be used until Monday morning. 

"Shit!" I yelled

I was stuck. I ran back to Natalie's desk.

"Isn't that big upgrade going on this weekend?"

"Right, did you remember to leave yours on?"

"Yes, but I don't think I can use it, can I?"





Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 51



The lawsuit Marty O'Brien had filed against Artists Unlimited (or AU as we called it) and his former partner Chuck Tyler looked to be a nightmare. Chuck now ran AU but before they spilt their interests, they used East Coast Image for all their photo work. East Coast was founded by my close friend Chris, who'd generously, made me a partner. We'd been considering a big money offer to join Chuck at his mega-agency, but Chris died before we made a final decision. To my surprise, he left the agency to me and rather than try and run the whole show myself, I accepted Chuck's offer and joined the Artists Unlimited family. 

Chuck was livid in the meeting when I was first told about the lawsuit, I was livid as well because I'd been named in the suit. Chuck reassured me that, as an employee running their photo division, I would have the full support of AU. Chuck's second in command Jeff Murphy had given me the address of AU's legal counsel Michael Baldwin, whom I'd be meeting for what I assumed would be some kind of deposition in the case. His office was in yet another high-rise in downtown LA. I was a nervous wreck the whole way down there. 

The lobby of the enormous building seemed to stretch up into infinity. I took a deep breath and looked at the directory and it seemed like every lawyer in the state was based here. And there were a lot of Baldwin's too, lovely.

"Jim?" I heard a hesitant female voice to my right

"Yes?" I turned

"Oh my god, it is you!" she said as her face lit up "It's me, Dana Liebowitz. We went to school together about a thousand years ago."

Whoa! This was a definitely a blast from my past! I hadn't seen her since the summer I graduated high school, which certainly seemed like a thousand years ago.

"Son of a gun! Wow!" I exclaimed as we hugged "What are you doing here?" 

"I think should be asking you that!" she replied

I was about to reply when I suddenly remembered Jeff's directions not to discuss the case with anyone.

"Oh! I, uh, I'm supposed to meet an attorney here." I quickly said "Nothing big..."

"Which one?"

Now I'm trapped.

"Uh, Michael Baldwin." I finally said

"Wow! That's my boss!" she said excitedly "Come on, I'll walk you up."

Her boss? I didn't see that coming.

But then, perhaps I should've.

I'd gone to junior high with Dana many years ago, and had what could be called a schoolboy crush on her. Then she went to a different high school than me and we lost touch for several years. We unexpectedly met again on the track at my high school after we'd graduated. And we had quite a nice time under the bleachers. Her plans were to go to law school and intern with her dad's firm in New York. But how did she wind up here?

Before asking that, I had to take in how pretty she still looked. Her hair was a beautiful honey blonde and she wore a crisp gray suit like a pro.

Dana breezed me past the security desk and onto the elevator.

"The last time I saw you" I began "You were heading off to law school and your Dad's firm in New York."

"...And the last time I saw you." She now began "we were having a nice bit of fun under the bleachers at your high school." She said with a giggle in her voice "You have a good memory."

"So, how'd you end up here?" I asked as the elevator climbed upwards

"The usual way, graduated from NYU law school." She said before adding a little braggadocio in her voice "...summa cum laude I might add."

"Not bad."

"Michael was part of dad's firm, then he got an offer to move out here and he asked if I wanted to join him. So, California here I am."

Just as she said that, the elevator doors opened on a bustling law office, several secretaries were answering phones as we walked in.

"Wait here and I'll get Michael." 

I guess seeing someone familiar took whatever nervousness I had off. It was still a weird feeling knowing I was about to experience the legal system close up.

"James," I now heard turning to see Dana's boss "Michael Baldwin, good to meet you. Please, this way."

Michael was all business as I could tell. He led me down a hallway to a conference room where a video camera was being set up. Dana was assembling papers and had added a pair of chic glasses to her already stylish look. But now with the glasses, she looked like the bookish girl I'd had a crush on in junior high and wished I could've known in high school.

"I'll make this as easy a process as possible," he said "from what Jeff told me you're a little nervous about this case, that's understandable."

"He's right about that."

"I've also spoken to your attorney, Roger Sullivan" Michael said as he shuffled some papers "Roger is over in Dubai now but he'll be back at the end of the week if you need to meet with him, he's fully up to speed on what we'll be doing here and I'll be calling him later today."

I breathed a sigh of relief

"I guess you have everything covered, then."

Michael smiled

"Indeed I do. The easiest way to handle this is for you to just tell your side of things, I'll ask whatever questions I have and everything will be transcribed. Do you have any questions?"

"I guess not."

"Good, let's begin."

For the next hour, Michael asked how I'd met Marty O'Brien, what our dealings were like with him and with Chuck. I told him all about what happened on the "Dark Hills" film project in West Virginia, the conflicts he had with my late partner Chris, and how I'd resolved some of them. The fateful night I last saw Chris was probably the hardest part for me. It had been awhile since I'd confronted my memories of the last night I saw my friend alive. But I had to be honest with Michael when asked what Chris' state of mind was, had he been drinking, was he looking for a fight with Marty?

As we talked, I remembered a detail about our time filming "Dark Hills". 

"I don't know if this is important..." I started

"In a court case, everything is important." Michael quickly replied

"Well, one night during filming Marty invited me to go with him to this place in the hills with his brother, I'm not exactly sure where."

"Was Marty's brother connected to the film in any way?"

"Yes, Marty said he was a producer and one of his other brothers was a screenwriter, I think."

"What kind of place was this?"

I hesitated

"Um, it was a, geez I feel weird saying this...a bordello."

Michael looked up from his legal pad and Dana snickered.

"A what?" he asked, his eyebrows looked rather comical at this moment.

"A bordello...apparently he knew the proprietor."

Michael seemed deep in thought

"Go on...continue, please."

"Uh, okay...we went to this place one evening..."

"Did you, shall we say, partake of anything there?" he asked before quickly turning to Dana "Excuse me, Dana. Sorry you have to hear this."

"No, go ahead." She replied firmly, I guess details like this were nothing new to her.

"Uh, yes, yes I did. And so did Marty and his brother."

"Was money exchanged?" he asked

"Well, that's the weird part" I started "I wondered about that too, I don't exactly carry a ton of cash on me, you know."

"Go on."

"When I started to pay for a drink there, the bartender said it was all taken care of. And then when I was talking to one of the ladies there, she said the same thing."

"It was all taken care of?"

"Yes, exactly." I replied "anyway, I asked Marty about it on the way home, what they meant by that. And he said something like it would be charged to the studio, something about half of Hollywood was built on places like this." 

"So, he was implying that the studio would be paying for your entertainment that night?"

"That's what I thought he meant. I know there's lots of creative bookkeeping that goes on but this just seemed a little strange."

Michael smiled as he took notes

"You're right about that." He said as he continued writing then looked at his watch. "OK, I think we've covered enough for today. I have another appointment coming in I need to get ready for. I'll set up another session and get back to you."

"Is there anything I should do in the meantime?"

"Do what Chuck said before, lay low, and don't talk to the press."

We all stood and shook hands.

"And relax, Jim. It was good meeting you, I'll be in touch."

Michael gathered up his papers and left the room leaving me with Dana.

"Well, that was strange." I said to her

"You did fine" she said with a smile "Um, could we get together for dinner, maybe?"

We were both smiling at one another

"That sounds like a good idea." I said as I gave her one of my cards.

"I'll call you." She said before looking around and giving me a quick kiss "it's really great to see you again, Jim."

My first experience with the legal profession and I get a kiss out of it. 

Not too bad, Hollywood.

After all that, I was glad the weekend was here. I needed something to take my mind off things. Out of the blue I got a card for the Golden State Flea Market. That should do the trick. 

Little did I know that about a million others got that same card and I was in a sea of hunters, collectors and pickers in the middle of a patch of enormous land that had once been a multi-screen drive in movie theatre and was bordered by pasture land. But I had to admit seeing all these items out of attics and cellars were very intriguing. It seemed like everywhere I turned I saw something that made me wonder what it would look like in my humble abode. 

Then I heard the voice of reason;

"Discipline, Hollywood...discipline."

The last thing I wanted to be was a hoarder.

I concentrated on a booth with numerous boxes of magazines. Cool, I might find some old Rolling Stone issues or Life magazines. Then I came upon another title.

"Oh my..." I said to myself as I came upon the sellers' collection of Playboy issues.

Well, unfortunately I'm a guy. So I eagerly grabbed a few vintage issues. A few feet away I could hear a couple of girls giggling as they went through the stacks of different titles. I couldn't hear anything specific but it sounded like they were contemplating the same stack of issues I was going through. One had on a flannel work shirt with its sleeves cutoff, a grey t-shirt, faded jeans and what seemed like motorcycle boots. On top was a straw cowboy hat, her thick red hair was in a tight braided ponytail that dangled down past her shoulders. Her friend wore a black t-shirt with a faded image of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon logo and jeans and had blonde hair with gentle curls. 

"Oh Jesus, look at this!" Cowboy hat said excitedly but not loud enough to be heard everywhere. The other giggled in response. 

"Yours are bigger..." Pink Floyd girl snickered making them both laugh.

"Yeah, maybe...wow I'd love to have an outfit like that." Cowboy said as she pointed out a photo in another issue. Though I couldn't help but eavesdrop on them and smile to myself, I could detect a southern twang in her voice that sounded so nice.

"Hey, here's one with the Playmate of the Year." Cowboy giggled

"Oh, boy!" Pink said with a giggle

"Oh, man...she's pretty." Cowboy said before looking over towards me. I immediately looked down, was I discovered?

Apparently not, I took this as my cue to move on.

I paid for my issues and stuffed them into the same weathered canvas messenger bag that had served as a camera bag on various adventures in the past. I kept wandering the market and saw my next stop.

Ah, the wonderful world of vinyl albums. The dealer looked like every old hippie, long stringy grey-black hair with a matching beard. He even had granny sunglasses dangling from his neck, tie-dyed t-shirt and a fitting moniker, Wild Bill. But he had a huge assortment of albums that I eagerly started flipping through. And I found some gems, old Beatles albums on their Apple label. Sure, I had the CD's but there's an unmistakable charm to the old vinyl. On the other side of the racks I saw those 2 girls again. I couldn't tell if they'd bought any issues but I saw that Cowboy was pulling out albums.

"Wow, so cool!" she said excitedly, now her accent was definitely there as she opened the gatefold albums and looked at the large photos within.

"Look at this one." Pink said as she pulled out a weathered copy of the Rolling Stones "Through the Past Darkly" album "it's shaped like a stop sign, weird."

"It's got some cool songs on it, though." Said Cowboy "Whoa! Look at this one!"

She had a copy of Led Zeppelin's "Physical Graffiti" 

"I can't tell who this is." She said

"Uh, it's a Led Zeppelin album." I piped in

The girls both looked up at me

"Which one?" asked Cowboy

"Physical Graffiti, it's the one with "Kashmir" on it." I said

"Is it any good?" asked Pink Floyd t-shirt

"It's my favorite of theirs. It's got every style they ever played

Now Cowboy looked at me closer before quickly flipping through the albums

"What about this album?" Cowboy asked as she held up another Rolling Stones album.

"Oh, great live album of theirs." I said

"What year was it done? I heard they did something wild to like, announce a tour."

"Yes, back in '75..." I started

"Wait a minute, have I met you somewhere before?" Cowboy asked

"I don't know, have we?"

"Ever been to the Eagle?"

"Oh, yeah. I was just there a couple of weeks ago for a private concert."

"Who was playing?"

"Selena Gomez."

Her eyes lit up

"Jim?"

"Yes, how do you know me?"

Cowboy came around and close up I realized who it was.

"It's me, Miley, remember?" she said as she was closer to me

It was Miley Cyrus and the last time I'd seen her was indeed at the Eagle for her friend Selena's show. We'd also had a memorable tryst in the backseat of her Mercedes in the club's VIP parking lot.

"Whoa!" I said "what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing buying a bunch of Playboy issues?" she said as she looked at my bag. "I thought I saw you back there."

"Well, I saw you over there, too."

"Yeah, well...I'm entitled, right Leslie?" she said turning to her friend in the Pink Floyd shirt

"Sure! She's entitled." She said "whatever that means."

We both laughed at her response.

"So, anyway, you're looking good." I said

"So are you! Sorry I never called you like I said I would."

"Aw, that's understandable." 

"Come on, I need some of your musical knowledge."

Flipping through the albums and she got more excited with each one we found. Being so cheap she quickly had a nice stack in her arms.

"Maybe we better put these in your car so you're not carrying them everywhere." I said to her

"Good idea."

Miley slipped on a pair of dark aviator sunglasses and we walked back to her car. It was the same black Mercedes SUV I remember from last time.

"Remember this car, Jim?" she said with a sly smile as she clicked off the alarm.

"I seem to recall it, yes."

"What's so special about it?" Leslie asked

Miley looked at her and they both giggled

"No way!" Leslie exclaimed "Is this the guy?"

"Uh-huh." Miley replied "It was nice."

I tried not to look embarrassed, but boy, was I ever!

"Come on, let's get something to eat." Miley said

We were all soon eating burgers and talking. Sitting close to me, Miley wanted to know more about the albums she bought. She had known Leslie for years and even named her in one of her songs, which made her friend blush at the mention of it. She told me of an upcoming movie called "So Undercover" she was looking forward to. And there was talk of her starring in a remake of the Raquel Welch western "Hannie Caulder". Not to mention an upcoming concert tour. 

"Sounds like you got things straightened out the way you wanted." I said

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the last time I saw you, you were feeling pretty burned out." 

"Oh, that was just a tough day, I deal with it."

"Tomorrow's another day, right?"

"You got it, brother." She replied as she sipped her Coke. "What about you? Still doing photos?"

I nodded as I ate my burger

"It's a long story, but I'm with another firm now." I said.

"Cool!"

Just then someone cellphone rang

"Is that mine or yours?" Miley asked as she reached for her bag

"Mine." Leslie said as she pulled it out and walked away to take the call.

Miley got closer to me.

"So, Mister Jimmy...we, uh, never got together after that night. I think we both deserve a little fun, you know." She said in that sweet southern tone that could melt steel.

"That sounds kinda nice to me." I said

Her eyes looked so pretty as she leaned in and we kissed.

Just then Leslie came back.

"Hey, got a small emergency back home." She said

"Anything bad?" Miley asked

"No, my Mom needs my help with something and I thought it wouldn't be 'til later today when we got back."

"OK, uh..." Miley looked at me "Jim, could you give me a ride home?"

"Uh, yeah, sure I can." I said

"OK, take my car and I'll call you later." She said as she tossed her keys to Leslie.

"Thanks, Miles I owe you one." she said as she quickly walked off

I was alone with Miley now.

"So then, what's the game plan?" I asked this red haired hottie.

She smiled widely

"We go somewhere and check out the albums." She replied

"Uh-huh, somewhere like..."

"Your place." She said as she lightly tapped my nose.

I took a small breath

"Well then...let's go." I said 

As we were walking to my SLK a thought occurred to me

"You do realize the albums are in the car that Leslie just took, right?"

Miley nodded and said only "Uh-huh." With a sly smile added.

Miley and I drove back to my condo. Her eyes widened when she walked in and saw all the photos I'd hung on the walls. Since I was home more often I had time to organize what I called my "Hollywood Junk". 

"This is an awesome place you have here." She said looking around before exclaiming "and who is this?" she said when she spotted Smokie the cat in his usual perch atop my desk.

"That's Smokie. My most trusted confidante."

"Aww, what a pretty kitty you are!" she said in a loving voice that made him start purring.

"You, uh, want a drink or something?"

Miley looked at me now

"A something would be nice." She said with a classic smile

"It probably would be." I said with a sly smile of my own.

I brought over 2 bottles of water and she eagerly took one

"I didn't realize how hot it was out there." She said as she took a long drink "so, how long have you lived here?"

"Ever since I moved out here, so about a year, I'd say.'

"Cool posters." She said as she walked around and looked at a poster listing all the acts at the original Woodstock Festival. She'd loosened her ponytail and looked so sexy as she casually tossed her thick red hair that hung past her shoulders. "These are such cool posters, where do you get them?"

"Oh, different places, they're mostly just good copies."

"What the hell does this say?" she asked as she twisted her head to read one advertising several shows at the Fillmore and elsewhere. I walked over and saw she was reading the small print on one. As I pointed out the list of acts, I felt her hand on my ass. I turned to my left and she was watching my finger move but looking into my eyes. She had equally pretty ones too.

"I guess you like the posters, huh?"

She nodded.

"I like the guy who owns them too."

"I don't have any of your posters, does that make a difference?" I asked slowly

She slowly shook her head.

"No, doesn't make any difference." She also said slowly as her hand continued to caress my ass. Now I did the same with her, even through denim it felt very nice.

"Uh, would you like to see more posters?"

"Where are they?" she replied

"Upstairs."

Miley showed me that sweet smile photographers always saw before nodding.

I took her hand and we walked upstairs. 





Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 51



"You have a nice bedroom, very cozy." She said as she took in the room. 

"Thanks, it does me quite well." I said

I'm never sure what moves to make at this time. Miley looked at the bed.

"Would you like to lie on it? Um, maybe watch a little TV?" I said hesitatingly

"Jim, don't be nervous, I like you." She said "you're a sweet guy and I, uh, would like to finish what we started last time."

I knew what she was referring to, we'd had a little tryst in the backseat of her Mercedes, but you can only do so much, even in a Mercedes.

"So, how about giving me a hand with these boots?" 

We both laughed at her way of defusing a situation and with a good tug, her black motorcycle boots were off. Tossing the flannel shirt aside, we lay on the bed and she felt so nice. It was so much different to be with her this time. We weren't encumbered by it being the backseat of her car. Her eyes just seemed to be like diamonds. 

"So...where were we?" I said as we looked at one another.

"I remember this..." she said as she kissed me.

"That, I remember." I replied as I returned her kiss.

She felt so nice, and there was a beautiful perfume on her too.

"Oh, sooo nice." She said softly. 

I gently brushed a little of her thick red hair away from her face which made her smile all the more.

"Hi, honey..." she said in a soft, loving tone that with her accent was so sexy.

"Hi, back." I said in an equal voice. 

Miley lay back flat on the bed. I kissed her forehead and softly worked my way down to her lips and we kissed deeply. 

"This is so nice." She said

"Better than a backseat, huh?"

She smiled and slowly nodded.

"Let's do this right, hon." She said before giving me a quick kiss.

I knew what she meant, and making the first move was always the toughest.

I kissed her and moved my arm down past her shoulder until I felt her beautiful breast. She moaned slightly as she felt my touch. Her nipples were already erect and I could feel them through her shirt. I watched her face as I touched her. She had a look of pure pleasure on her face.

"Ohhh...don't stop doing that Jim...don't stop." She moaned

As I kissed her my hand drifted downward to the bottom of her shirt and I soon found my hand underneath it. Her belly felt soft and smooth as my hand crept upward. Miley looked at me with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Are you OK? I'll stop if you want."

"No, no...keep going." She said softly "Maybe we should...take our clothes off?"

"I guess that would be easier."

Miley nodded as she sat up. She slowly removed her t-shirt, she was topless underneath. 

"It's so different seeing you in the daylight and all...you look beautiful." I said

"So do you." She said softly as she saw me without my shirt.

I embraced her and her kisses felt so nice.

Miley began to unbuckle her jeans, I did the same. With some difficulty she finally got them off, revealing baby blue panties underneath. 

"Um...c-could I just look at you first?" she said

"Look at me, how?"

"Um...you know." She said with a shy smile

"Oh, like show me yours and I'll show you mine?"

"No...you know what I mean."

We both looked at each other, I knew what she meant. This wasn't some kids game, she was probably as nervous as I was, maybe more so.

"Yes, yes I know what you mean."

I stood at the side of the bed and slid my underwear down, revealing my slowly hardening dick. Miley put her hand on her mouth and seemed to blush slightly.

"Oh...it looks...nice." She said with that smile we'd all seen before

All I could say in response was a weak "thank you".

Miley sat up and walked on her knees to the edge of the bed, still in just her baby blue panties. My dick was getting even harder as she looked at it and held it in her hands.

"Very nice." She now said.

I breathed in as her hands began to slowly stroke its length.

"Feels so nice...I can feel it growing." She said as she looked up at me.

I leaned down and kissed her softly.

"Does that feel good...what I'm doing?" she said

"Feels really good." I replied

The way she was holding and stroking my dick did feel great, my eyes were closed and I let the feel of her touch envelop me. I now felt wet lips and a beautiful tongue on it. I looked down and saw Miley had my dick in her sweet mouth, I could feel her tongue as it swirled around the head and see her head as it moved up and down its length. She'd made me feel really good that night in the back of her Mercedes, but this was even better. Plus, I could actually see her in action. She slowly came off my dick and looked up at me again.

"Whoa...it's big." She said with a big smile as she looked to catch her breath.

I smiled back at her.

"Let me return the favor." I said

Miley had that nervous look again.

"Uh...what should I do?"

"Just relax, lean back." I said as she lay back on the bed.

I gingerly reached for the sides of her panties.

"No...let me do that." She said

She slipped her fingers inside her panties and slowly inched them down her legs before gracefully opening her legs fully and showing me her beautiful pussy. There was a beautiful shade of red around it that matched her hair, which was long enough to cover her tits. 

"You look so beautiful." I said as I knelt down and softly touched her inner thighs, running my fingers along them until I was at her love nest. I looked at her again.

"You're okay?"

"Yes...yes...please...please do me."

I kissed her legs and I worked my way to her pussy. It tasted wonderful, very sweet, just like her. My tongue began to probe inside her and I could hear deep moans coming from her, I could see her body gracefully arch upwards and a deeply erotic cry of passion come from her. My tongue flicked around inside her and she almost seemed to lose control, her body twitched from side to side and I felt her hands on my head, pushing me further.

"Oh my GOD!" she cried "OH! OH FUCK YEAH!"

I felt a wonderfully warm bit of moisture on my tongue. I rose up and slowly made my way back up her body and began kissing and licking her tits, they felt lovely too. Her nipples responded to my every touch and I could hear Miley's heavy breathing too. Miley's gentle hands made me look at her, she looked so lovely now. 

"Oh my god...that felt so good..." she said in between breaths "That felt so good."

"I liked it too."

"I'm ready now...do it." She said

I looked at her, did she mean?

Miley nodded her response

"I wanna do it." She said

I knew what she meant but did it mean she'd never done it before? Was I going to be her first?

"Uh, I need to ask, um are you...?" I asked hesitantly

"A virgin? No, I've done it before. This seems more special, like I really know what I'm doing."

"No, I meant, are you, um, protected in any way?"

"Oh! Yes, yes I'm on the pill." She said with a smile 

"I always feel like I should ask."

Miley kissed me lovingly

"You're doing the right thing, babe." She said with that southern accent as she kissed me softly

"So come on...I wanna do it."

I wanted to do it, too.

I sat up and rubbed my hard dick around the lips of her pussy. She breathed in sharply and looked down as my dick entered her. Miley let out a long, slow groan as she felt me enter her. She felt very tight and very wet, and very nice! She really wanted to do it, alright. I began to fuck her slowly and she was breathing heavily throughout. I was fully inside her, holding her tight, and fucking her.

I was fucking Miley Cyrus.

She looked so hot as I fucked her and made her tits sway back and forth with my every thrust inside her. Her tits were nice handfuls with tiny nipples. Her rapid breathing and childlike gasps sounded so sexy. I knew she was really into what we were doing. She held me close to her as we fucked and we exchanged soft kisses throughout.

"Honey, slow down, let me...let me catch my breath." She gasped "This feels so good...so good."

I slowed down and lay atop her, her arms felt so loving.

"This is so wild, I wanna do everything." She said softly with a big smile.

"Everything?" I replied

"Uh-huh...do me like you do other girls."

Gee, the possibilities here were endless.

"Come on, let's do something else." She said excitedly

"OK...we will." I said as I pulled out of her 

"Oh my god! Look at it. Your um..." She said excitedly

My dick stood straight out, and glistened with her pussy juice

"Lick it." I said "Taste yourself."

Miley sat up and gingerly licked the head of my dick, then took another lick and then a longer one adding in her lips.

"I guess I taste pretty good." She said with a snicker as she seductively licked her lips.

"You sure do." I said as I kissed her.

I could feel her hand around my dick as we kissed, it felt very slick.

"Turn around, bend over." I said "Lemme see that cute ass of yours."

"OK." She said with a little hesitation "Don't hurt me."

As she started to turn I stopped and kissed her.

"I won't do anything you don't want to." I said

She smiled again before giving me a naughty look.

"Come on, I love what we're doing." She said as I saw her cute ass. I gave it a soft caress it was so soft and smooth.

"Oooh, I like that." She purred

I kissed her pretty ass

"You like that too?"

Miley slowly moaned her response

I moved in behind her and she knelt down a little further and I slid my dick into her. She groaned before breathing in sharply.

"Ohhhhhgoddddd..." she moaned

I found myself doing the same as I felt her pussy envelop me and I held her hips before I began to move my hips into her so she'd feel everything.

"Oh god that feels incredible!" she moaned "Do it harder."

She didn't have to tell me twice, I thrust into her hard, making her scream out before I went back to a rhythmic fucking, holding her hips. Her hair was long enough that I got a loose grip on it and pulled her back.

"Oh god, YEAH!" she cried out "FUCK YEAH!"

Miley sat up so she was on her knees and I now got a good feel of her tits as I kissed her neck, making her moan ever so slowly.

"Ohhhhh baby...feel my boobs...feel my boobs..."

"They feel so nice...so nice." I said in her ear "you have gorgeous tits Miley Cyrus."

She let out a satisfied moan

"You love my boobs, Jim?" she moaned

"Yes...yes, I do...might do something special with them."

"Mmmm...I can't wait." She moaned as our bodies seem to curve with every thrust into her, like we were joined as one. "ohhhh...I can't wait...fuck me baby...I wanna feel it...fuck me..."

Miley now held onto the headrest of the bed as I kept fucking her, her body reacting back to my every thrust into her cute pussy.

And she loved it.

I fucked her harder now, her gasps and moans grew louder.

"Uh-huh...ohhhhgoddd...huh-yeahhhhh....ohhhhgoddd baby! Oh, FUCK! You're makin' me cum Jim...oh god I'm coming!!" she cried out

I kept pounding into her sweet pussy and gave her ass a smack

"Cum for me Miley...make yourself cum..." I said quickly

Miley cried out again as I fucked her. But I could my own explosion coming too, hard and fast.

"Gonna cum Miley! Gonna cum!" I said quickly

"Cum inside me baby, I wanna feel you...wanna feel you...come on!" she said quickly and passionately.

Just as she said that, I exploded into her sweet pussy, making us both cry out before collapsing onto the bed. We were both breathing hard and unable to talk. Once we'd regained our breath, we smiled at one another

"Wow...th-that was awesome." She finally said "that felt great!" giving me that classic smile she'd shown around the world.

I rolled my eyes in response

"Unreal...whoa, that was unreal." I said.

"That's how I wanted it to be...I'm glad it was with someone like you. I'm glad we were able to do it right." She said.

We kissed again and she snuggled in close to me as I pulled the bed covers over us.

Amidst the quiet of my bedroom, we drifted in and out of sleep. I wasn't sure of the time but she kissed me softly on the cheek.

"I really should get going, babe. I've got a session in the morning." She said reminding me that I still had to drive her home.

"Um, think you'll be okay?" I asked hesitantly as we pulled into her driveway

Miley turned to me and we kissed deeply

"We should do this again, babe." She said 

Still a little surprised by her kiss all I could say was a weak "Absolutely."

Miley snickered at her bit of naughtiness

"I knew you'd like that." She said "and I can't wait..."

Miley leaned in close to my ear and with incredible sexiness purred;

"...to see you again." She said, just like in her song of the same name.

Miley quickly hopped out of my SLK and headed inside her house. I took a deep breath and drove off.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 52



Up to now my only contact with the hierarchy at Artists Unlimited had been confined to my boss Jeff Murphy and his boss Chuck Tyler. The last few days Chuck had been in meetings with the legal department over the pending lawsuit filed by his former partner Marty O'Brien. As a result, Jeff was taking on more than his usual workload. And I was about to find out a little more about the history of AU in a most unexpected way.

I was delivering some new photo sheets to Jeff's office. His secretary Natalie noticed me as I came off the elevator.

"Hey, gorgeous." She said with that classic smile "Coming to see the big boss?"

"Oh, Natalie, are you talking about yourself again?" I said without looking up from my photos before acknowledging her smile with my eyes and my sly smile.

"Go on in." she said

To my surprise, Jeff had company. A rather gregarious and animated man was talking a mile a minute as Jeff watched, barely getting in a word. Seated was a silent brunette haired girl I only saw from the back of her head.

"So like I said!" he continued "this one can't miss, she's got all the right moves, all the curves, big plans for this one Jeff!"

"Right, I agree, big plans." He said before noticing me at the door. "Jim! Great to see you!" he said as he jumped up from his desk "As usual, it's been an adventure with you, keep in touch." He said hurriedly to the man, like he was glad to see me and end this meeting.

The gentleman escorted the lady who was seated to the door.

"How ya doin'? Gary Mackas, great to meet you" he said with a generous handshake.

I now got a better look at his companion, whoa!

She was fairly short and petite, but had a body that screamed centerfold in her low cut black t-shirt and matching jeans. I couldn't help but get a glimpse at a generous chest that filled out the shirt incredibly well.

"Hi, there darlin'!" she said with a sweet accent as she was led out by Gary.

"Yes...hi to you too." I said as she walked out and gave me a sweet look back at me over her shoulder.

I watched her as she headed for the elevators before turning back to Jeff, who leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh as he looked at the ceiling.

"Who...was...that?" I said to Jeff

Jeff finally leaned forward in his chair.

"Shut the door, Jim." He said with a sigh

I did and took a seat.

"OK, you just saw a part of the company we don't talk about."

"What side is that?"

"Long ago when the agency opened, one of their first clients was a company called VCX, they used a different name back then but you can probably guess what they do. Anyway, as my dad tells it, they kept us going for awhile until we picked up some real clients. Gary's dad was close friends with mine and he always promised to keep them on, it's a little more important now because his dad is, well..." his voice trailed off.

"His dad is what?"

Jeff spun his hand slightly around his head like he was trying to say something as his eyes looked upward.

"Not well?" I said

"Yes, that sounds a lot better than what I was about to say, thank you."

"OK, that answers who the guy was, but who was the lady with him?"

"All I know is her name is Laura, she's from Texas, very Italian and she's their new up and coming starlet. But that's probably all we'll ever know."

"Why's that?"

"Gary Mackas only comes in here once a year, thank god, to re-sign his paperwork with us since he runs VCX now. Like I said, it's a part of the agency we don't talk about freely. And I'd appreciate it if you did the same."

"OK, you got a deal."

"Thanks, between us getting sued by Chuck's old partner, and all my other work, I really didn't need that clown showing up. Even if the girl with him was, well..."

Again, his voice trailed off and he spun his hand again, like he was waiting for me to provide the right words.

This time I just started at him. 

"Let me know when you find the words." I said as I left his office with him still trying to find the right words. 

As I got on the elevator, my cellphone buzzed with an incoming text message;

"Meet me at the Polo Lounge tonight, would love to see you again." A pair of hearts and kissing lips emphasized the sender, "Mimi Sheraton" whom I knew as Paris Hilton. She was right; it had been awhile since I'd seen her. I never knew what she had in store when she contacted me. The Polo Lounge though was different. I'd heard of it but never been there. Perhaps she was looking for a real date. We'd never had one in all the time we'd known one another.

I pulled into the Beverly Hills Hotel's underground garage and found a space for my Mercedes SLK convertible next to a gleaming Corvette Stingray of 1970's vintage with a license plate that said "CIAO BELLA".

"What a sweet ride." I said to myself as I looked it over before heading inside to the famous Polo Lounge. 

"Good evening sir, are you meeting someone?" a crisp doorman said at the entrance.

Now I was stuck! If I said her name I'd be out of there fast. Maybe her alias would work.

"Uh, yes...Mimi Sheraton." I said

"Ah, yes." He said "Have a seat at the bar, she'll be down momentarily."

This was not the place to order a Corona!

"Uh, yes...vodka martini, extra dry." I said

"Any particular Vodka, sir?" the bartender asked

"Oh, uh...whatever's popular should be fine."

I had never ordered a martini in my life. That was strictly my dad's drink of choice. I took a sip like I would any other drink and the concoction hit me immediately. 

How he ever drank these every night I'll never know! He must've had a steel plated liver implanted during the war.

My phone buzzed again with a message from "Mimi".

"Can't make it tonight, flight from NYC delayed indefinitely, gonna stay overnight here, so sorry!" with some sad faces added.

"OK, tonight I'm just another well-dressed patron at the Polo Lounge" I thought.

What do I do now?

I happened to look at the huge mirror behind the bar and noticed a woman entering. She had on a short, low cut dress somehow held up by sparkling straps. She said a few words to the doorman and made a slow path to the bar where she sat a few seats down from me.

"Hi, Jack." She said with an easy southern drawl "just a ginger ale for now, honey."

I tried not to look but I suddenly realized it was the girl from this morning. If this is the girl Gary said had "all the right moves, and all the curves", man, was he right!

Just then she turned in my direction and caught me looking at her.

"Hi there! I saw you this morning." She said

"Yes, evening."

She walked over to my stool and sat down, oh my god what a body!

"I'm Laura, I never did get your name."

"Jim." I said as we shook hands

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"Well, I was" I said "I just got a text message from her cancelling our date tonight."

"Aw, too bad." She replied as she sipped her drink "I got stood up too, my man is back in New York. I was supposed to spend the whole weekend with him here."

"Man, that would've been cool." I replied

"Still is, he told me to enjoy myself and charge everything to his company." She said as she jangled her room key.

"Nice!"

"You know it baby!" she said "so what do you do over there?"

"Oh, I run the photo department."

"Awesome! I get pictures taken too. I guess you can figure out what kinds." She said with a giggle as she looked down at her chest.

I was looking too, oh, man was it a beautiful view.

"Nah, I have no idea what kinds of photos are taken." I said

She laughed as only a starlet could laugh.

"I think you like what you're seeing." She said "Don't be ashamed."

I looked at her face now, just as cute as the rest of her.

"OK, yes. I, uh, like what I'm seeing."

"Would you like to see more?"

She seemed to get a thrill out of her directness, and how it affected me.

"Us Texas girls we get to the point, you know." She said as she leaned in closer to me.

"I guess you do." I said

Man, this is going somewhere but I wonder if I should watch my step with her?

"So how'd you meet Gary?"

"Oh, I came out here for a different job, but that didn't work out like I wanted. So I decided to use what I got here." She said giving her self (and me) another look at her ample chest "I used to do that back in Austin, had a lot of fun there."

"I've always wanted to check out that area, I hear it's a lot of fun."

"Oh! You know it, honey! The stuff with Gary is just for show. The real stuff I like to do is with another friend."

"Uh-huh, and who would that be?"

"Alex, she takes good care of me, maybe you'd like to see my room? It's so awesome."

"OK, that sounds good. Maybe we could have some dinner sent up or something?"

"I like the idea of something." She said with another giggle.

Laura and I walked out of the Polo Lounge.

I was in uncharted waters now. 

The elevator smoothly carried us upwards and now Laura's hands were moving upwards as well. 

"I guess your hands have a mind of their own." I said

Again, Laura gave me that starlet giggle.

"Hey, I'm from Texas, baby" She said as her hand softly moved to my crotch "we don't bullshit around."

Soon we were in a luxurious suite the likes of which I'd only seen in Vegas. It wasn't high-tech but instead had that old-world kind of charm, or old Hollywood charm as the case may be. Laura casually walked around and dimmed some lights as I looked out onto a garden type courtyard.

"Pour me a drink, honey." She said

"Anything in particular?" I asked

"Oh, just a little wine." She said holding her fingers apart slightly

I looked around the small bar and found some wine and poured two glasses worth. I then also noticed a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Finding a shot glass, I poured myself one and quickly downed it. I needed a little "shot of courage", as the song goes. I also hoped the right words would come too, as the Eagles song once said.

Laura stretched out on a sofa, legs tucked underneath her as I joined her.

"So, who's this Alex you're friends with?" 

"She's a nice lady. She's taken very good care of me"

"Alex, huh? Rather unique name, ever call her Al for short?"

Laura tried not to spit out any of her drink as she snickered at my remark 

"It's short for Alexandra. She provides companions for special occasions and all."

"Oh, like an escort service?" I said half-jokingly as I took another sip of wine.

She nodded.

Now things were much clearer. Play it cool, Hollywood. This might turn out better than you expected. The operative word being MIGHT. She must've picked up on the look of surprise I had on my face. 

"Oh! I know what you're thinking!" she quickly said "Um, I don't consider what's going on here to be, you know, work."

"Okay, then." I said, still wondering if this was for real.

"I said that my date stood me up." She continued "...and he gave me this for the weekend." She said as she looked around the room "seems a shame to let it go to waste, right?" she said with her eyebrows raised and a cute smile.

"OK, uh, right." I said "You, or should I say, we, should put it to good use."

She nodded slowly, still smiling, before getting even closer to me.

"So, babe..." she said softly looking down at her ample chest "you like what you see?"

"Oh, yes...yes I do."

"You know the phrase, 'reach out and touch someone'?"

I nodded

"Why don't you reach out...and touch me." she said softly as she rubbed my crotch again "...and I'll reach out...and touch you."

Her touch felt incredible, I was immediately getting hard. We were so close that it felt natural to kiss her. Her lips were soft and wet. I turned to those beautiful tits of hers. She leaned in further and their fullness was apparent and my hands were caressing those beauties. Even through the material of her dress, they felt soft and warm, the nipples already hard. And she wore a beautifully fragrant perfume that only heightened the sensations I was feeling.

"Oh baby...Let me make things easier..." she moaned

Laura slid the straps of her dress down and held her tits, they were enormous! Bigger than any starlets' I'd seen, and all real from what I could tell. She held them in her hands before leaning in and offering one to my mouth.

"Take it, honey...take it...love it..." she said as my lips and tongue began to suck and lick her nipples "....yessssss...just like that baby...oh just like a baby...ohhhhh... suck my boobies...suck 'em...ohhhhhh goddddd!!!" her moans had taken on a pleading quality that got hotter and sexier the longer they went on.

By now her hand had found my zipper and as she felt her way inside my pants I felt like my dick would explode through my pants. But somehow she got it out. 

"Ohhhh...so beautiful...so nice..." her hand had wrapped around it and was softly jerking it to full length, which didn't take much effort!

Her moans were so hot the more I licked and sucked her tits

"Oh honey...honey...baby...let me make you feel good...lean back." She said

Laura leaned down and held my dick in her hands

"This is gonna be fun." She said with a smile as it disappeared into her wet mouth, she looked at me as it went all the way in then as she slowly came back off it.

"Mmmmm...fuck this is nice, baby..." she said with a sexy moan "....this is nice..."

I was speechless the whole time, it was all so unexpected. But I did as I was told, I leaned back and enjoyed her work, watching her take all of it into her mouth, feel her tongue swirl around the head. When she came off my dick, she brushed it across her face, seductively swirling her tongue before touching it to her tits, around the nipples.

"Like this baby...like how I suck your cock?"

All I could do was close my eyes and breathe slightly.

Laura smiled

"I like it too." She said as she stood and draped herself over me, kissing my cheek and lips softly.

"Why don't we take out clothes off?" I whispered in her ear between kisses

"Oooo...thought you'd never ask." She replied slowly and softly in my ear.

Laura slowly stood and I did the same. She let her dress slide off her and onto the floor. As I removed my tie and shirt she stopped me.

"Oh, baby look..." she said as she stood before me in her silk panties showing off a large spot "you made me all wet...made me wet my panties...you naughty boy." She giggled

"Well look what you did." I said as my pants were off and my dick stood straight out.

"I'll just have to take these off, won't I?" she said as she slowly slid her panties down, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy that looked beautiful. She was very close to me and now slid my underwear down and knelt down, getting the full picture of my hardness.

"Ahhhh, so beautiful." She said looking up at me.

Laura took my dick back into her mouth and her lips wrapped around its length as it slid in and out of her hot mouth, it felt incredible. All the stresses of work seemed to melt away and I felt so good. 

So good...so nice...I could feel...could feel like...

With a groan I exploded into her mouth, Laura didn't move, she only jerked me off, getting every drop. She looked up again and I could see a slight dribble of cum on the side of her mouth, which she seductively licked off.

"That was nice, baby!" she said

I was still panting, my knees felt a little wobbly.

"I'm sorry it was...so quick." I said panting

"Oh, don't be!" she quickly replied "Just makes the next one more fun."

Laura stood and held me close.

"You did fine, baby..." she said softly with a kiss "Just fiiiinnne. We've got lots of time."

Her accent sounded so sexy, the way she said "fine"

Though my dick was softening, I could feel it brush against her warm inner thighs. Maybe I'd be ready for more action sooner than I thought.

"Let me return the favor." I said

Now I knelt down

"Open your legs." I said

Laura opened her legs slightly as I knelt on the floor and could now see her beautifully smooth pussy. It was nicely pink and I could see it glisten slightly. 

She was horny, all right.

My fingers gently touched its folds, then went inside slightly, she was very wet.

Laura breathed in slowly as this new sensation took hold. I got closer and kissed her pussy. My tongue replaced my fingers and it teased the outside folds before it slid inside and I licked her pussy, she tasted wonderful and I could hear her breathing get rapid and her moans erotic the more I licked her. Her hands gently caressed my head.

"Oh Jim...uh-huh baby that's it...uh-huh...so hot baby...so hot."

My face was practically buried in this beauty's pussy.

Laura was super-turned on now, and I loved what I was doing to her.

"Uh-huh...uh-huh...UH-HUH! UH-HUH! OH MY GODDDD I'M COMING BAYBEEEEEEE!" she screamed out as her legs buckled.

Her pussy tasted even better as I felt her orgasm on my tongue.

She slowly dropped to my level now and I immediately kissed her

"Taste yourself, honey." I said as I deeply kissed her.

She almost seemed to be crying.

"What's wrong? Did I do something bad?" I was so confused at this moment.

"No! No! You were great!" Laura somehow said "It's been awhile since I felt like that. You just seemed to know what to do, not every guy can do that."

"Really, you mean that?"

Laura nodded and closed her eyes slightly, as if to emphasize how I'd made her feel.

We held one another on the floor. When she released her grip on me, she ran her fingers through her thick black hair.

"That was so awesome baby." She said "I see you're ready for more." 

My dick was hard again, thanks to her sounds. 

"Let's check out the bedroom." Laura said seductively

We both slowly stood, but I surprised her by swooping her up in my arms, all that time in the gym had finally started to pay off when it counted.

The bedroom was certainly luxurious, that's for sure. The bed was elegantly large as I carried Laura in and laid her on the bed. She immediately rolled over to make room for me as I joined her. Our arms were quickly around one another for a long lingering kiss. 

I could feel the ultimate experience with her was about to happen when I heard the doorbell, freezing us both.

"Who's that?" I asked

"Hang on, babe. I think I know." She replied as she got off the bed.

"Aren't you gonna put on a robe or something?"

"Why? I'm not ashamed of my body, neither should you." She said as she left the bedroom.

I heard the door open and it sounded like she was glad to see whoever it was. Laura returned with another lovely lady in tow.

"Jim, this is Vicky." She said before turning to Vicky "You're just in time, babe."

Vicky was a stunner with thick blonde hair and a figure to match Laura's.

"Whoa! Who's this?" she said with a big smile and jaunty tone.

Laura hopped onto the bed and wrapped her arm around me

"I met him in the Polo Lounge, his name's Jim and he's..." she turned to me "very nice." 

"Well if he's a friend of YOURS, babe he's gotta be nice!" she said with a hearty laugh. "Can I get a drink?"

"Sure, the bar's out there." Laura said as she turned to me and gave me a quick peck on my lips. She got off the bed and went to a small bag on a table and adjusted her makeup a little. "What are you doing out here tonight, anyway?" she asked Vicky

"The Congressman is in town, the one we went to the party with, remember?" Vicky said from the other room.

I could see Laura's eyes widen in the mirror's reflection as she remembered.

"Oh, wow! He's back?" she laughed

"Uh-huh! He was speaking to this group, says he'll run for another term, gonna clean up Washington, blah-blah-blah."

"Was this before or after you gave him a BJ?"

Vicky laughed again.

"Who was this?" I asked

Laura looked back at me through the mirror, her naked body looking so nice.

"A good escort never tells her secrets, right Vicky?"




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 52



"Fuckin'-A babe!" she called back with a laugh.

"We learned that from Alex." Laura said as she turned around and faced me. Her tits still looked incredible, her pussy smooth as silk. She came back to the bed and curled up with me as we kissed.

"Save some for me, hon." I heard Vicky say as she stood in the doorway momentarily, her tits were just as nice as Laura's, I was awestruck. Her pussy looked nice too, with a nice landing strip of dark hair near the top.

"Does she look nice, Jim?" Laura asked me with a giggle.

I turned to face her

"Oh, yes...very nice." I said

"Hear that, Vicky? He thinks you're nice."

"Just nice, Jim?" she said "You mean these are just nice?" she said as she cupped her tits

These girls seemed to love taunting me, they knew they had me right where they wanted me. OK, I can play this game too.

"OK, uh, they are stupendous! Awesome! Extremely fuckable!" I turned to Laura and added "as are yours, my dear."

"You're such a charmer." Laura said to me with a smile 

"Let's see how much of a charmer he is." Vicky said as she joined us.

We were all on our knees exchanging gentle kisses. I caressed Vicky's tits as we kissed while Laura leaned down and began licking the nipple on her left breast, eliciting a gentle moan from her.

"Oh, yessss...yes Laura...oh so gooood." She moaned as she swung her blonde hair back. I did the same on her right breast. She had two sets of tongues on her tits, and it was so sexy to experience. Vicky lay flat on the bed and let the waves of pleasure go over her.

"Isn't he good, Vic?" Laura said softly

"Oh, yes...so good." She moaned in return

I took her nipple into my mouth and eagerly sucked it, Laura did the same before deeply kissing Vicky, I could even see their tongues merging. Each one did the same to me, I couldn't decide whose tongue I loved better, like it made any difference? Now Vicky went after Laura's huge tits, taking one in her mouth while I took the other. It was Laura's turn to be driven wild by our tongues and lips.

"Suck her boobs, Jim...you're gonna fuck those soon, baby." Vicky said with a leering smile as she watched her friend. "Right, Laura? Is Jim gonna fuck those big boobs?"

Laura somehow gasped out a "yes"

"Yeah...Jim's gonna fuck you good, and he'll fuck me good too. Won't you Jim?"

"Uh-huh."

"Oh yeah...lemme check that pussy." Vicky said as she fingered Laura's pussy, making her eyes open wide and a louder gasp come from her mouth. 

"Mmmm...nice and wet." Vicky said approvingly to her friend "Yeah, you're fuckin' wet aren't you babe?"

Laura gasped out a desperate sounding "yes"

"You like it when a guy sucks your big boobs?"

"Y-y-yes! I love him sucking my big boobies."

I loved licking her tits and now I was rubbing her pussy.

"Like the way Jim sucks your boobs?" 

"Yes!"

"Want Jim to fuck you?"

"YES!"

"SAY IT, LAURA!"

"I want Jim t-to fuck me!"

"LOUDER!"

"I WANT JIM TO FUCK MEEEEEE!!!" Laura screamed out

"YEAH! DO IT JIM!" Vicky commanded

Laura immediately fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide.

"Oh, Laura babe, you look so nice. Do you see Jim's dick?"

Laura nodded as she continued to rub her pussy

"He's gonna put this nice dick inside you, It's so big I'll have to guide it into your sweet pussy."

Vicky did as she said and she guided my dick into her pussy, making her gasp as I entered her. Wow she felt incredible as I fucked her. We were so close, her eyes were slightly closed and little cries came from her along with many sexy moans. These only encouraged me to keep going, watching her huge tits sway back and forth as we fucked. I still kissed her throughout, just to keep the romance going. Vicky was close to us and her breathing was sexy too. I'd look over at her and we'd kiss or she'd kiss Laura and stroke her hair as we fucked.

"How does he feel, baby?" she asked Laura, but not in the commanding voice she had before.

"Wonderful...so good..." she said in a soft voice

Vicky had me sit up a little so she could feel and suck Laura's tits as we fucked. This made her moan even more.

"Fuck her good, Jim...she loves to fuck...wow look at these big tits of hers." Vicky said as she leaned down and eagerly grabbed Laura's tits and kissed them.

"Ohhh....fuck yeah!" Laura cried out

"I'm gonna want...to cum on those tits." I said

"Oh yeah! She loves that...don't you babe?" she said to Laura as she kissed her forehead

"I love it!"

"Love him to cum on your tits?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Your big boobies?"

"Uh-huh...my big boobies." Laura giggled a response

"Cum in your pussy?"

"Uh-huh...cum in my pussy."

"Oh, I love watching his dick slide in and out of your pussy, it looks so big."

"Ohhhh...it feels wonderful!" Laura moaned

I slowed down and pulled out of Laura and sat back on my legs, I motioned with my hands for her to sit up. She sat up and it was so cool to just see her like that, she looked so ready for more.

"Let me see your ass, babe." I said

Laura smiled and turned around and showed me her cute ass.

"You should get in on this too, Vicky." 

"Oh, my...what did you have in mind?" she asked with a naughty smile on her face

"Well, just watch and do what you feel like doing." I said

I got up behind Laura and my dick easily slid back into Laura's pussy, eliciting a groan of lust from her. My hips started a steady pounding of her and her ass felt just as smooth as the rest of her.

"Oh my god...he feel so gooood!" Laura groaned.

Vicky got in front of Laura and gently kissed her. Then opened her legs and Laura buried her face in Vicky's pussy, making Vicky cry out in pleasure before she looked at me.

"Do her good, Jim...do her good." She moaned

I continued to fuck Laura as she moaned and gasped with each push into her. I loved the show from my end too. Vicky was caressing Laura's brunette hair as she was licked. Her tits looked great as they heaved upward with each gasp from her. Vicky's breaths got more rapid as Laura was bringing her to orgasm before she brought her head up.

"OHHHH FUCK!!!" Laura screamed out "FUCK ME JIM!! FUCK ME!!"

Vicky suddenly cried out as she was sent over the edge by Laura, with help from me.

I leaned down and felt Laura's beautiful tits, then pulled her up so she was on her knees so I could kiss her neck. Vicky somehow sat up and kissed Laura while rubbing her pussy.

"You're doin' good Jim." Vicky said as she kissed me "It's my turn, now."

I looked at Laura and she nodded her approval.

I pulled out of Laura, my dick glistening like her pussy. We were all on our knees and kissing. Vicky now lay on her back, legs open and looked over at Laura who was gently rubbing her pussy.

"Was he as good as it looked?" she asked with a grin

"Very good!" Laura giggled

I had two beauties lying in front of me, their legs spread and inviting me in. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. 

"Getting your pussy ready, Vicky?" I asked 

"Uh-huh...it's ready now, babe." She replied

I got on top of the lovely Vicky and my dick slid into her now just as effortlessly. Vicky moaned long and slow as I filled her. She felt just as hot as Laura as I began fucking her. Laura was beside her gently rubbing and fingering her pussy as her friend was fucked next to her, Vicky's moans were just as sexy. But now Laura was being the aggressor.

"See what I mean Vic? Isn't he good?"

"Oh yessss...fuck me Jim...fuck me."

"She's got such a nice pussy doesn't she Jim?" Laura said

"Oh yeah...very hot." I somehow replied

"Just as good as mine, huh?"

I nodded.

Laura turned and sucked Vicky's tits before they lovingly kissed.

I was really doing her good. It was all still unbelievable to me. And I didn't care if I felt an explosion building so quickly from within. I fucked her harder now.

"Oh GOD! YEAH, BABE! Oh yeah...oh yeah oh OH YEAH!!" Vicky screamed out

"Gonna cummmmmm...." I groaned as I exploded inside Vicky's pussy, making Laura cry excitedly too.

"Oh! He's cumming inside you Vic!"

Vicky gasped and continued breathing hard as we all came down from our "high" as it were. Laura now kissed me lovingly.

"That was nice, we're gonna have some fun here, I know it." she said

I rolled off Vicky and was also breathing hard.

Laura was on her knees smiling at her two friends. She obviously loved what she'd just seen.

Vicky smiled too as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Laura, dear?" she said to her in a singsong voice "Would you like a creampie?"

Laura bit her lip and gave me a naughty smile.

"Watch this, Jim." 

Laura crouched down and her face disappeared between Vicky's legs, Vicky immediately gasped out an "OH!" as she felt Laura's tongue probing her pussy.

"HUH-GOD! OH GOD! OH GODDDDD!!!" Vicky screamed as her body convulsed, she almost levitated off the bed it was so intense. 

Laura watched and was smiling the whole time as her friend slowly returned to normal, her chest still heaving.

"Pretty wild, huh Jim?" she said as she wiped her mouth with her finger.

"Yes, I've heard about that but never seen it done."

"She taught me how to do it, always sends her into orbit."

Vicky finally sat up slowly, then lay back on the pillows.

"Whoa, that was fuckin' intense." She said, still breathing rapidly.

I liked sitting there with these two naked beauties. This was a fantasy of every guy (and maybe a few girls), but frankly I had no idea what I wanted to do next! Laura came over to me and was very close to me again.

"So, Jim...did you like being with us?" she asked in a very sexy voice.

Vicky had since turned over on her side

"Yeah, Jim...did you like doing it with two girls?"

I could only take a deep breath

"It was...amazing."

"Well, let's keep it amazing." Laura said as she kissed me deeply

Vicky smiled at what she was seeing before rolling onto her back. I loved how her legs were so casually spread open.

"I guess we've worn Vicky out." I said

Laura looked over at Vicky who seemed to be dozing.

"It takes a lot to wear her out. She's probably recharging her batteries. What about you?" 

"Well, I don't know just yet." I said with a smile before giving her a quick kiss.

Laura climbed off the bed and led me back into the living room and started to look at the room service menu.

"I guess sex makes you hungry?" I said

Laura laughed

"Yeah, I guess so!" she said "they make great burritos and tacos here, want some?"

"Sure, why not."

Laura called and had an order prepared, telling them to leave it outside the door.

"Interesting how you can get burritos and tacos at a place like the Beverly Hills Hotel."

"They make everything here, they aim to please." Laura said as she poured herself some water.

"Just like you, huh?" I said

Laura looked at me with a slightly bashful expression

"Aw, you're such a charmer, Jim." She said in an exaggerated (or was it?) Texas drawl.

"Nah, you're the real charmer." I said

Laura held me loosely around my waist. We were both still naked, her body felt so beautifully soft and warm.

"So, how would you like me to charm you?" she said looking up at me with her smiling eyes.

"Gee, I don't know." I said with a comical roll of my eyes.

"You'll think of something...I know it."

"Well, one thing I know is I gotta make a pit stop." I said as I headed for the bathroom. It was suitably luxurious with lots of marble surfaces. As I stood to "empty my tank" as it were, Laura stood beside me.

"Let me give you a hand, sweetie.' She said as she held my dick. She seemed to love how it would pulse and twitch a little in her hands. Once I finished, I reached for the handle but she stopped me.

"Not yet, I have to go too."

"Ah, OK" I said as I turned around to leave.

"No, no...you can watch." She said as she sat down and spread her legs.

I'd never been inclined to be a voyeur at times like this but it had been such an unreal evening that it seemed perfectly normal. Laura even seemed to enjoy my watching her.

"I guess you like to watch, huh?" she said as she dabbed her pussy clean.

"No, not necessarily, uh..." I was tongue tied at the moment

"I think you do, because your dick looks even nicer than before."

"It must be the lights."

"Maybe...might just be you're turned on...I know I am." She said with a smile as she leaned back, casually touching her tits.

"Would you like to get cleaned up before dinner?" I said

"Oohh, nice thought." She said

"We already got dirty, maybe it's time to get clean." I said with a shrug.

Laura nodded her approval

"And then, we can get dirty again." I added

I reached in and started the shower. The shower was large with glass doors around it, a small bench that faced the door and a detachable shower massager. As we stepped in, we felt wonderful amidst the heat and steam. I was immediately on her as she let the hot water flow through her hair and ran her fingers through it. We got some liquid soap and lathered up a large buff and were soaping one another until she was awash in a soapy lather that smelled beautiful. She was moaning and breathing hard as I felt her all over. When my hand reached her pussy I immediately had a finger inside her and she was gasping as I finger fucked her. Her hands felt great on me and my dick was getting harder and harder the more I kissed and felt her. She took the shower massager and began rinsing me off before handing it to me with a naughty expression on her face. I slowly rinsed her off and when I turned the hot water on her pussy she let out an erotic cry of pleasure. She turned around and bent over pulling the cheeks of her ass apart.

"Wash my ass, honey." She said

She loved the feel of the water shooting all around her ass as it rinsed her off. 

I turned her around so her back was to the shower wall. She instinctively opened her legs and I positioned my dick at her pussy and slid in effortlessly. She moaned deeply and my hands went under her legs and as I slowly picked her up, they wrapped around my legs. 

Wow, I was fucking her standing up! 

I guess her being a little short really came in handy! 

"Uh-huh baby...oh yeah fuck me honey...fuck me honey." She moaned, and then smiled. It was her way of telling me how good she felt.

I kept fucking her and she gritted her teeth as wave after wave of pleasure came over her.

"Gonna cum baby...gonna cum..ohhhhhhhhggggoddddddd!" she cried.

As she climaxed, her body started to go limp and we slid down to the shower floor. Still inside her, we kissed deeply as she pushed every last bit of orgasm out of her.

Just then Vicky walked in.

"Hey, you two just can't keep your hands off one another" she said as she sat down on the toilet like Laura did before. Laura giggled in response.

"He hasn't even cum yet." She said "it's your turn, baby."

Laura stood up slowly and told me to do the same, then she began to caress my dick. Vicky was sitting on the large counter of the sink, legs spread and slowly fingering herself, enjoying the show in front of her. 

"Just relax honey, I'm gonna make you feel real good."

"I've got a better idea." I said 

I led her over to the bench and as I sat down, I turned her around so her lovely ass was facing me.

"Let's give your friend a nice show." I said

Laura looked nice with her hair slicked back from the shower. Along with her slightly tanned skin, it emphasized her lovely curves. She gave me a naughty smile as she lowered herself onto my dick.

"Getting' a little kinky, huh, Jim?" Vicky said as she watched us.

Laura moaned as she leaned back in my arms as my dick filled her. I kissed her neck and held her tits as we fucked.

"Oh my god, this is sooo good!" she said quickly "So fuckin' hot!"

I looked over her shoulders and could see Vicky with two fingers deep inside her pussy and a look of total concentration as she watched her friend fuck this (somewhat?) cool guy. I was still trying to believe all that had happened to me tonight. But that didn't matter. I fucked her harder as she sat on my lap, making Laura cry out in passion.

Vicky could sit still for just so long. I saw her get off the sink and enter the shower. She took the shower massager and looked at Laura.

"Mmmmm you two look so hot." She said as she held the massager "I wonder what this could do?"

Laura was too much into me that she couldn't respond I wish I could see her face though.

Vicky turned on the sprayer and sprayed it on Laura's body, gently massaging her tits with the water. 

"Does that feel good, sweetie?" she said as she kissed Laura

"Yessss...so good." She moaned before laughing slightly as she enjoyed me

"You're doing her good, Jim." Vicky said as she kissed me

Vicky began to spray the water on her body and we were all nice and slippery. Vicky took the massager and worked it up Laura's legs before she aimed it at Laura's pussy. Immediately, Laura let out a long cry of passion, I loved the feeling too as it hit my dick. As if it couldn't get any hotter, I saw Vicky disappear from view, then Laura let out another loud cry, I felt something slick on my dick and realized Vicky was licking Laura's pussy and my dick. Between my kisses on her lips, hands on her tits and now Vicky between her legs, Laura was going into orbit. I was too and I couldn't hold out any longer.

"Gonna cum! Oh my god, gonna cum!" I said quickly

"Make her cum Jim! Make her cum!!" Vicky said urgently

"Yes! YES! YES! YESSSSSSSS! OH GODDDDD!" Laura cried out as she felt me explode inside her "I FEEL IT OH GOD I FEEL IT!!!"

We both went limp in each others arms. Vicky continued to lick us before she stood and kissed us on the lips.

"Mmmm...you two are really hot together, you know that?" she said as she stood over two exhausted people. "I need to do one more thing, though."

Vicky went down on her knees and kissed Laura's pussy and my dick, then I felt her remove it and Laura let out another cry of passion.

"Oh my godddd...she's licking me!" she cried

Laura was getting the same creampie treatment she'd given Vicky. I was feeling it too as she cleaned off my dick, she seemed to love the mix of our love juices. We all somehow stood up, Vicky and Laura gently washed me off, then each other. 

As we dried ourselves off, I heard the doorbell and Laura immediately scampered out to the door, still naked. I got a glimpse of her ass as she stood in the doorway to sign for our dinner. The waiter was trying not to look at her but Vicky and I got quite a laugh at his feeble attempts. Laura laughed too once the door was closed.

"There's the highlight of his night." I said to Vicky

"Hell, that was nothing, I'm sure there's a few people in this place with Marilyn Monroe stories." Laura said as she rejoined us.

"Or Lindsay Lohan for that matter." Vicky said as she dried herself off.

All the sex we had might've had made Laura and Vicky hungry but it made me sleepy and I barely made it through dinner. We all retired to the huge bed and were soon asleep. I don't know the time but I felt Vicky rouse me at one point.

"Hey, Jim." She said softly as I awoke "I gotta go now, it was great meeting you. We'll have to do this again." She said as she kissed me and Laura.

In the morning, Laura walked me to my car and proudly showed off hers.

It was the red Corvette I saw when I pulled in.

"This is yours?" I said amazed

"Uh-huh! Let's just say it was a special gift from a friend."

"Uh-huh..." I said slowly as I looked over the car that had curves to match its owner "I'd say something clever right now...but I'm speechless."

Laura laughed as she embraced me against my car.

"You've got some nice wheels too. You'll have to take me for a drive sometime."

"It's a deal." I said as we kissed




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 52



Laura eased her slender frame into the Corvette and the powerful rumble of its engine reverberated in the garage as she started it up. She checked herself in the mirror before putting on some stylish sunglasses.

"Bye, babe." She said as she blew me a kiss and the Vette roared out of the garage.

"Ciao, Bella." I said in my best Italian

I stood alone now.

It had been quite a night, to say the least.

I looked at my phone which showed me my appointments for the day. In thinking about the lawsuit, for some reason I didn't feel as nervous as before, in fact I was very curious about the whole process.

"Let's see what happens, Hollywood." I said to myself as the SLK smoothly started up and I headed out into the Los Angeles morning.

As I drove back home, my cellphone rang.

It was the company's lawyer, Michael Baldwin.

"Jim, get yourself a good suit and be ready tomorrow morning we have a meeting at the courthouse." He said

"They've made a decision on the lawsuit?"

"Yes, that's what I've been told. The judge has gone over the evidence presented, all the depositions. If they go forward with the case, they'll need to interview you." 

"Wow, uh, OK. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock and drive you there."

"OK, see you then."

As I drove on, the nerves I'd been feeling about this case started coming back. I didn't know what to expect if I saw Marty again.

I barely slept all night, even Smokie the cat knew something was up. When 8 am arrived, Michael arrived on time in a huge black Mercedes sedan. I had on my best suit and tried to tell myself everything would be fine. 

"Good choice of suit, Jim." Michael said as he stood by the passenger door "let's go."

I climbed in the back seat and got the surprise of my life.

"Hey, baby." 

It was Blake Lively, looking all business in a navy skirt and blazer combo. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail. She gave me a quick kiss as I sat down next to her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked

"Moral support, Michael is my lawyer too so I thought it would be good to be here for you."

"You've been so nervous lately and I thought you could use a familiar face at a time like this." Michael added

"Well I guess I can't argue with that." I said as I looked at her

She gave my hand a squeeze and smiled.

As we pulled up to the courthouse, I was surprised to see a cadre of photographers.

"Marty has obviously been trying this case in the media, this all goes back to the stuff with Tigress that happened New Years Eve. Unfortunately this is Hollywood, my friend." Michael said before leaning in close to me "Now, like I said, keep quiet no matter what's being said."

"Just follow my lead, Jim. I've done this a lot, put your blinders on and we'll be OK." Blake said

As we stepped out a barrage of camera clicks could be heard and reporters shouting questions, they hadn't counted on Blake being there and that only made things even more chaotic. Michael quickly hustled us inside and through the metal detectors. We made our way down a hallway to what seemed like a conference room. Down the hallway I saw Marty O'Brien outside a similar room. He had lost some weight and was with his own legal team. But what really surprised me was a short brunette haired girl wearing a gold sweater and grey slacks who walked past Marty and then past us. It looked like Laura, the girl I'd met at the Polo Lounge. But what was she doing here?

"OK, I need to talk to someone here, I'll be just a minute." Michael said as he led us in the room and closed the door.

Blake sat down and got out her IPhone and started a text message.

"How can you do that at a time like this?" I said, surprised at how cool she could be.

"Jim, don't worry about this, you're gonna be fine. I just know it." She said calmly

I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

The door opened and Michael stepped in.

"OK, I need your signature on this, it's the deposition you did in my office. This will be the official copy going into the court records."

I looked over it and saw it was a perfect transcription of the meeting I had with Michael in his office.

I took a pen and signed as calmly as I could. At times like this, my signature always looked terrible, and this was no exception as I tried signing my full name, complete with middle initial.

"OK, we're ready to roll. I shouldn't be too long." He said as he left the room.

I was alone with Blake.

"So, what's new in Gossip Girl land?" I asked her, making us both laugh.

Fifteen minutes later, Michael returned.

"So, feel like celebrating?" he asked

"Celebrating?"

"Marty's case was thrown out of court, insufficient evidence on his part. We had all we needed to prove you did nothing wrong and he did everything wrong.

"So...?" I asked, my excitement building

"You're in the clear, my friend."

Blake immediately hugged me

"Oh my god, I'm so happy for you!" she said excitedly

"I have some loose ends to clear up with the court but you're free to go, there's a private exit to the garage where the car will pick you up and take you home." Michael said as he looked at us "...or wherever else you two choose to go."

I was still in shock that this nightmare was over before it had even begun, I was practically shaking.

"Geez, Michael I don't know what to say." I somehow said

"Say thank you and accept my offer of dinner tonight." He replied.

"We accept!" Blake immediately said with her classic smile.

"The lady knows just what to say." Michael said as we shook hands "I'll call you later on."

We all walked out of the conference room victorious, Michael went back to the court room, while Blake and I started towards the elevators. 

"Oh! I've got an idea about dinner, let me go find Michael" I said

"OK, I need to make a couple of calls."

She gave me a quick kiss and went off.

I walked down the hall towards the court room Michael had entered and suddenly heard screaming and several loud "pops".

"What the..." I started to say

Suddenly my leg felt like it had exploded from within and I fell to the ground. My side felt like it was on fire. I didn't know what was happening to me but I looked at my leg and saw blood, a lot of blood.

What was happening to me? I couldn't move.

I heard explosive sounds down the hallway and bits of the wall hit the ground

What's happening?

I was terrified.

I still couldn't move, my leg and side ached.

Then I looked up and saw something I could scarcely believe, something that terrified me even more.

Marty O'Brien, he was staggering somewhat and his suit was bloodied. His face was ashen but his eyes clear and focused. He was holding what seemed like a 9mm pistol. 

His hand raised the gun and he looked down at me.

"You bastard...this is all your fault...ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" He said through clenched teeth.

Oh my god, I couldn't even speak at this moment.

Somehow I found the strength to move my arm over my face and close my eyes.

I didn't want to see what was next.

All I heard was a bang that echoed in the long corridor before everything went black.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 53



Everything was a jumble of lights and sounds. I still couldn't move, my legs were numb and I had no way of knowing what had happened. I felt some movement and voices both hysterical and commanding around me.

"What's your name?"

"Can you move your arms?"

"Courthouse is in lockdown!"

"Move this one over!"

"Have three confirmed in the courtroom."

I couldn't focus on anything. Then I felt an upward motion and then wheels beneath me and saw the ceiling lights quickly moving. The outside was another jumble of lights and sounds. I could hear a helicopter in the sky above, Police and fire sirens on the ground. Finally I heard something familiar. 

"Jim! Oh my god, Jim! Oh baby!" a hysterical woman screamed

"Miss, NO! You can't go in the ambulance, no!" a man's voice said

"I'm his fiancée'! I'm with him! Please, please let me go with him! JIM!!!" she continued to scream as I heard the ambulance doors slam shut.

I couldn't see the woman's face but she sounded familiar.

"Blake..." I somehow mumbled

"Stay with me, brother." A man, probably a paramedic said "Stay with me."

I felt sleep coming over me but the commotion inside the ambulance kept me somewhat awake, I was still trying to get a grasp of what had happened and where I was going.

More bursts of sound and light as I entered a brightly lit, antiseptic-smelling room. Perhaps it was the smell but I suddenly felt the brick wall of sleep (or consciousness) hit me hard.

I was trying to get my bearings on everything. The last thing I remembered was being in the county courthouse, I was waiting for word if I'd have to testify in the lawsuit against Artists Unlimited (or AU) and the company's manager Chuck Tyler. His ex-partner Marty O'Brien had filed a lawsuit claiming that Chuck had conspired to steal their top clients, a female music trio called Tigress whom they'd discovered, away from him. And I was named in the lawsuit as I was now affiliated with Chuck's company. The day the judge would announce his decision, our attorney Michael Baldwin smartly brought one of his clients whom I knew rather well, Blake Lively along for moral support. Michael gave me the news the suit was thrown out of court and had returned to the courtroom for further business.



Now everything around me was dark, a door far off in the distance was slowly opening. I was walking down a very long hallway dimly lit from above. I walked towards the door and entered.

How'd I end up in a nightclub? It didn't look like the Eagle, or another other place I'd been to. Still, it was pretty swanky, I'll say that. Red leather seats everywhere, a good band was playing. Man, I feel like I'm back in a rat pack-era nightclub. I've even got a nice suit on too, but I don't recall owning a suit like this one. Maybe Paris bought it for me? Everything was still pretty hazy, probably a mix of cigars and pot smoke. At the far end was a big table, maybe whoever's there could tell me where I am. As I got closer, the person laughing and holding court became clearer.

No, it can't be.

"Chris...?" I said

My old partner Chris was holding court with several lovely ladies. He had a drink in his hand and a big cigar. 

But he was...no, it can't be.

He looked at me with a confused look but then raised his hand up to stop me.

"Hey, Hollywood!" he said with surprise "What are you doing here? You're early...way too early" he said as he looked at his watch, a beautiful gold one "...it's not time for you yet...not time...go back...I'll be here when it's time...we all will."

Chris slowly waved his left arm and I followed its path. I saw several hazy figures then they became clearer. I saw my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, even family pets.

They were in the middle of a huge white light, but that light was slowly dimming and I felt myself drifting backwards. But I could still hear the echo of Chris' voice;

"It's not time yet...I'll be here...we all will...go back...go back..."

Suddenly I felt a huge jolt in my side, then another, a third dropped me to my knees.

"OK, we got him back!" I heard a voice say

"Vital signs are stable." Another said

"Get him up to the OR, let's move!" a third said

Sleep came over me again.

How long I slept I didn't know. But it was quiet when I awoke. The room was large with a big window that overlooked the city, the sunlight gently streaming in. I could hear a steady beeping and felt something attached to my arm that looked like an IV setup. On my finger was clamped what was probably a pulse monitor. OK, I know I'm in a hospital, and I can feel everything attached or clamped to me. Even though I still felt very sleepy I needed to do an inventory check. OK, legs are there, I could see those, and I could move my left one, but the right felt numb. Left arm is there, and so is the right, that's good.

I guess I made it, but what happened was the question I still had.

The monitors beeping became a little more rapid and I saw a nurse at the doorway.

"He's waking up now." She said as she came over to me "You're OK, your doctor's on the way."

Over the hospital PA I heard 

"Dr. Ross to 315...Dr. Ross to 315."

Three more people came in now and one seemed to be the doctor in charge.

"Hi, Jim...I'm Dr. Ross. You gave us quite a scare." He said with a cool demeanor.

I tried to talk but my mouth felt like a slime factory. 

"That's OK, you won't be able to talk for a little while. You've been asleep for a week so...that's understandable." He coolly said as he made some notes on a chart.

"Can you wiggle your fingers?" he asked as held up my other hand

I wiggled my fingers, they still worked. That's a good sign.

I tried to indicate with my fingers I wanted to write something.

"Someone you want us to call?" a nurse said as an IPad was quickly produced.

I shook my head and tapped out on the IPad;

"What happened?"

Dr. Ross sat down beside me

"You were part of a shooting that happened at the county courthouse, you survived." He said calmly "Your leg was pretty banged up by the bullets. The surgeons put a little hardware in and you'll be fine. You lost a lot of blood in the process so that's why I said you gave us a scare. But the bottom line is, you're gonna be fine, no problems walking, running, dancing, whatever you choose to do."

I typed out a typical smart-ass remark;

"Set off metal detectors for rest of life?"

Dr. Ross chuckled.

"Good question, let me know next time you travel. I've got a couple of those things in my knee from all the basketball I played."

I typed again on the IPad;

"others?"

"What do you mean?"

I showed him the pad and tapped it

"Were there others?" Dr. Ross asked me "Others at the courthouse?"

I nodded

He hesitated.

"Yes, yes there were." He began "But I don't know the specifics, there'll be some detectives coming down, they'll have all the details." He said as she stood up.

The nurse came over to me

"Was there anyone you wanted us to call?"

I thought a minute, tapped out an answer;

"Blake"

"Blake? Is that a last or first name?"

I tapped my answer

"cell"

The nurse went for a bag with my personal items and found my IPhone. She quickly accessed the address book and scrolled down.

"Is this it?" she asked as she showed me the phone with Blake Lively's number. I nodded.

"You want us to call Blake Lively?" she asked looking surprised.

I nodded.

"OK, I, uh, will." She said "my daughter is going to be very jealous."

"So is your husband." another nurse said as she made notes on my chart "...how many times did he make you watch Gossip Girl?"

I heard the nurse with the phone say she was calling on my behalf, it appeared she'd gotten her voice mail.

Soon, I could eat and drink again, and luckily my voice was still there. A little scratchy but, still there. 

"You're quite a popular patient." A nurse said as a large bouquet of flowers appeared. "This is the third one you've gotten today. Should I read the card?"

I nodded.

"It just says...'so happy'." She read "and it's signed with just a B."

I smiled and croaked out a "thank you."

I didn't need to know who it was from.

Just then another arrangement was brought in.

"This one's from...Mimi Sheraton." The nurse read

I knew it was really from Paris Hilton.

"Like you said...I must be popular." I croaked out

As if on cue, yet another arrangement arrived, I could only give an easy smile as the nurses marveled at the number and size of arrangements that were arriving.

"My, the card on this is pretty fancy." A nurse said as she showed it to me

The card said "wishing you all my love" with the initials "KNK" in elegant script

I knew it was from Kimberly Nicole Kardashian, the script lettering gave it away.

Just then, I saw Roger Sullivan at the doorway with another gentleman I didn't recognize.

"Hey, is it okay to see you?" he said

I motioned them in with my hand. They came in and quietly shut the door.

"Jim, this is someone you'll need to talk with." Roger said

"Hi, Jim, I'm Special Agent McCallum." He said as he showed me his badge and ID.

"He needs to get some info from you and can answer any questions you have."

"Perhaps the best way to do this is just tell you what we have so far and you can ask anything in the process."

I nodded, I'd heard those words before.

McCallum took a deep breath and started his explanation

"When the judge announced his decision, Mr. O'Brien was very upset and managed to wrestle a gun away from a bailiff and shoot him, and then the judge, fatally."

I could only breathe in.

"What about Michael?"

"He was hit and it was touch and go with him but he's OK. His assistant probably saved his life. She took the worst of it."

I suddenly remembered his assistant was my school friend Dana Liebowitz. 

"What about her?" I asked

"She's in the ICU unit but I don't know her condition." Roger said as he stood "I'll go find out." 

"Go on..." I said to Agent McCallum

He took a deep breath before continuing

"From there, he went out into the hallway and that's when he saw you."

"It felt like my leg exploded, was that when I got hit?" I said 

"Yes, his first 2 shots hit you, and then the wall."

"I was on the ground by then."

"Right" he said before continuing "when he got close to you a witness said he raised the gun up and that was when another officer shot him."

"Is he...?" I asked

"Yes, he was shot dead by the officers. According to the ballistics report, he had one shot left in the clip."

"So...if he hadn't been shot...I would've been..." I said slowly

"You would've been his last victim."

I didn't know what to think, what to feel after hearing that. I just felt energy drain out of me.

Roger came back in the room.

"Dana got out of surgery last night, but they think she'll be fine." He said.

I nodded.

"Do you have any questions, Jim?" McCallum asked

I breathed outward

"I think I'm good for now." 

McCallum flipped his notebook shut.

"If you have any other questions, my contact information is with the doctors."

Roger sat by me. There was an understandable silence now. I was staring out the window now as the slow realization of the events that happened was becoming clearer. 

"Hey" he said breaking the silence "You're alive, Jim. Remember that."

"Right, but it's just so strange, so strange." I said "Roger...I saw him."

"Who? Who did you see?"

"Chris...and my relatives...they were all there."

Roger's face said it all.

"You saw him?"

"Yes, he was there, it seemed like a swanky nightclub. But I know that he's..."

My voice trailed off, I now knew what had happened to me, and what I'd seen. Roger now realized it too.

"Well, I'm no therapist but...all I can say is you'll be OK."

"Thanks, man." I said as I held my hand out for him "Thanks."

I figured the best thing I could do was try to get moving and not dwell on things. I was soon up and about and eventually I was released. Chuck had a new treadmill waiting for me at home, between that and a stack of movies and books, I was set for a recovery. One surprise that arrived for me with the treadmill was an elegant black walking cane with a silver handle at the top.

"What the well-dressed photo guy should always have." The card said

I examined it and discovered a small button under the handle. When I pushed it, there was a "click" and the top slid off, revealing the handle to an elegantly deadly sword hidden inside. The last time I saw something like this was in a French costume drama. 

It was only when I was lying alone in my bed that night, big screen TV playing an old Star Trek episode, that it hit me what could've happened. I looked down at the foot of the bed and saw Smokie the cat hop up and slowly make his way to me, as only a cat could, and stand close to me. His crystal blue eyes and purring really told me how happy he was to see me home, he stuck close to me the rest of the evening. 

"I missed you too, pal." I said softly as I stroked his head "I missed you too." 

To my surprise, getting around wasn't too tough with my new hardware. Chuck Tyler assured me everything was running smoothly in my absence, but after a few days at home I was already starting to feel bored, and eager to get back in the saddle. I mean, you can only watch so many Law & Order reruns.

Just after talking to Chuck and being assured once again everything was fine, I heard a knock at the door. At the door was a pretty girl with short blonde hair dressed in green hospital scrubs.

"Hi! Are you Jim?" she asked

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Rita and I'm supposed to check up on you. I know you were recently released from the hospital."

"Oh, OK." I let her inside "I'm doing fine, taking my meds and all."

"Good, you seem pretty active." She said as she jotted down some notes "Been doing any walking?"

"Yes, I've got a treadmill upstairs."

"Good, mind if I see that?"

"Sure" I thought it was a little suspicious. I don't think she indicated exactly what she did at the hospital. Nor could I see any ID hanging from her shirt. I'd seen those everywhere at the hospital.

Rita looked over my room, in particular the bed.

"Looks pretty comfortable." She said

"Uh, yes...it works for me."

"It would for me too. Hop on up here, let's see how you're doing."

This was getting weird.

Rita made sure I was comfortable and leaned in close to me as she fixed my pillows. I couldn't help but get a look down the front of her shirt and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. And the view was very nice! She gently stroked my legs before standing at the foot of the bed.

"Mind if I put on some music, usually relaxes the patients."

"Uh, okay." I was getting confused, her whole demeanor didn't add up.

Rita turned on the mini stereo I had on a bookshelf.

"Uh, you work for the hospital?"

"Uh-huh."

"Mind if I ask what exactly you do?"

"Patient Therapy, I'm here to make sure you get back to normal all the quicker." She said as she returned and stroked up my legs until she got to the crotch of my running shorts. Then she began to softly rub my crotch.

"Does that feel good?" she asked

"Uh, yes...yes it does."

On the one hand, I liked what she was doing but I still thought this was very questionable behavior for someone who's supposed to be in the medical profession. 

"Good, I'm glad that's working well. You might need that soon."

"OK, uh, this is getting a little weird for me." I started to say before the doorbell rang. I was about to get up when Rita stopped me.

"No, no, you stay here, it's just my colleague. She'll answer all your questions."

I looked around to see if my walking cane was nearby, it was.

But it turned out I wouldn't need it as I heard voices coming up the stairs. One sounded very familiar.

"Hey, baby. How're you feeling?"

It was the lovely Laura. I'd spent quite a memorable night with her and her friend Vicky at the Beverly Hills Hotel. She was dressed like Rita but her scrubs were dark blue.

"Was Rita taking good care of you?"

"Yes, she was. So you're her colleague?" 

"Actually it should be the other way around, but if I showed up it wouldn't be as much fun."

"Fun? For you or her?"

"No, fun for you." Rita said

"Ready for another surprise?" Laura said as she came over to my side of the bed and softly kissed me. 

"We're here to do thorough examinations." She said in a very doctor-like tone.

"Laura felt it was important we make everything's 100%." Rita said in the same tone. 

"Really, and uh, how do you plan to do that?" I asked, knowing what would be in store.

"We're both very professional, aren't we Laura?"

"Yes, very." She replied

"So, we should get started." Laura said "Rita, help Jim get undressed."

Rita removed my t-shirt, her soft hands caressing my body throughout.

"How does his skin feel, Rita?" Laura asked

"Very nice, he takes good care of it." Rita replied as her hands softly caressed me. All the while, she was looking directly at me, like she was enjoying this little game.

"That's good. I'll make a note of that." Laura said as she wrote something on a clipboard that somehow appeared. "...skin tone, normal."

Rita loosened the string ties on my shorts and slid them down, revealing a growing bulge in my underwear.

"There seems to be a growth in his underwear." Rita said "a rather large one."

Laura looked closely and caressed the bulge.

"Hmm, that should be examined more closely, good observation Rita." She said as she made another note "remove his underwear, let's get a good look."

Rita did just that and my dick sprang out, startling Rita a little.

"Ah, I see what made that bulge in the underwear." She said to Laura

"Ah yes, the patient does appear a little excited" she said as she continued to make notes. "See if it reacts to stimulation."

"Which kind would be best?"

"Hmmm, try manual stimulation first." Laura said "like this."

I couldn't believe what was happening. These two ladies were playing their part so well and I couldn't believe they were saying the double entendre's with a straight face especially when Laura grasped my dick and started to stroke it up and down.

"Oh, yes. I see what you mean." Rita said as she took over.

"How does that feel, Jim?" Rita asked as she looked at me seductively.

"It feels wonderful." I said

Rita was giving me a slow handjob as Laura watched. It took a lot for me to resist exploding in her hands.

"I can really feel his hardness." Rita said

"That's good, let's move on to oral stimulation." Laura now added

Rita gave me a naughty smile before her head disappeared into my lap. Laura sat nearby watching her friend's work closely. I could see that she was getting turned on watching this. I closed my eyes and could feel myself leaning back, it felt so good. Laura was close by and held me softly.

"Mmmmm...just relax honey...she's making you feel good, I know." She said, adding a soft kiss.

Rita's head began to move up and down the length of my dick, it was so sexy to see her lips expand as it got the head, and then as it made a "pop" sound as her mouth came off.

"I think a second opinion is in order here." Laura said as she turned to me "Do you concur, Jim?"

"Concur?" I replied, my breathing getting a little heavy

"Yes, it means, 'do you agree'?" Rita said "didn't you see that movie "Catch Me If You Can? You know, when Leo DiCaprio is impersonating the doctor and all he says to other doctors is 'do you concur?' when he has to make a medical decision?"

"Oh! Yes! Yes, I uh, I concur." I now said  

"Good, Rita, let me take over." She said as she handed her clipboard to Rita

Laura held my dick, slick from Rita's "oral examination", and slowly began to jerk it before ever so slowly swirling her tongue around the head. Her eyes were on me all the time as it went deep into her mouth.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 53



"Does that feel good, Jim?" she said

"Feels great," I said, my eyes closed as I tried not to look at Laura's work, and not explode in her mouth. But I couldn't resist a peek. 

And that was all it took!

I felt my explosion build inside until I could wait no longer. With a groan I exploded into Laura's mouth.

"Ah, looks like the patient has had a release of fluids." Rita said in the same doctor-like tone as before "was it a healthy release, Laura?"

Laura gleefully showed her tongue to both of us, it was covered in my cum.

"Yes, a very healthy release." Laura said 

Rita began to lick my remaining cum off my dick, Laura joined her as they traded it back and forth.

"I think we can successfully diagnose this as a healthy oral exam, do you agree Laura?"

"Mmmmm, yes I agree."

"Well, Jim you seem to be quite healthy in that aspect." Rita said as she made more notes "That concludes the first part of our exam." She said with a big smile

Geez, after all this they say it's only the FIRST part?

"You mean there's more?" I asked, still coming down from Laura & Rita's oral abilities.

"Oh, yes" Rita said "We're supposed to do thorough exams, you know."

"OK, you're the doctors." I said

"Yes, but now you get to be the doctor. Laura, time for your exam, assume the position, please."

Laura slowly raised her scrub shirt up and over, showing that she was topless.

"Jim, you need to do an exam of her breasts." Rita said "Make sure they're healthy."

"Oh, uh, yes they appear to be very healthy." I said as I gazed upon her beautifully large tits.

"That's NOT how it's done, Dr. Jim." Rita said sternly "You need to do a thorough exam."

"Exactly, Jim." Laura added "You need to feel them"

Laura took my hand and placed it on her breast

"You need to feel them...and touch them" her voice began to get softer "...make sure the nipples are healthy." She said in an increasingly sexy voice

My hands were gently caressing her tits

"My boobs are very large, you know" she said "...they tend to be very sensitive...but love to be touched...like you're doing now."

"They feel very nice." I said as I leaned in and kissed her.

"You should do an oral exam of them too, Jim." Rita said

"Oh yes...please do an oral exam." Laura moaned

I moved down and softly kissed her nipple. It was quickly hardening with my licks. My lips wrapped around it and I began to suck on it, my tongue also doing its job on her nipples. Laura's moans told how good an exam I was doing. I loved being the doctor here. Rita sat close by watching intently, her eyes occasionally widening as she saw something she liked, I wonder if she wanted the same exam as well.

"How does that feel, Laura?" Rita asked

"Feels wonderful!" she moaned

"Excellent, we can put down she has perfect stimulation of the breast area." Rita said in a scholarly tone. "Now Jim, it's time you examined a most special area."

"And what would that be?" I asked, fully knowing where this was going.

"Laura, it's time you assumed the position." Rita said

"I'll need a little help here." Laura said

"Yes, Jim you should help Laura."

Laura got off the bed and stood in front of me. She showed the white straps that were loosely tied around the waist of her scrubs. With a gentle tug, they were loosened and fell to the floor, showing her beautifully smooth pussy.

"You should do a visual inspection, Jim." Rita said

"Yes, please do." Laura added as she spread her legs slightly.

I got down onto the floor and got a good look at her pussy, it was beautifully smooth alright with pink folds that were starting to glisten as I got closer. I touched it slightly, my touch made her shudder a bit. I found she was already wet.

"Looks beautiful, I mean, healthy." I said, trying to sound medical.

"Good!" Rita said "Laura, Jim needs to do an oral exam." 

"Oh yes...please do!" she moaned

I was immediately on her pussy licking everywhere, probing with my tongue, making her moan and her knees buckle. Rita was close by, watching intently and taking notes. She certainly wanted to play her part. Laura gently caressed my head as I continued to lick her pussy, beautifully moist with excitement. 

"Does it seem healthy, Jim?" Rita asked

'Yes, very healthy." I said as I turned to her

"Good, I'll note that." She said as she made a quick note "now, let's move onto the bed."

I did what she said, wondering what she had in mind. 

"Laura, assume your position." Rita directed

Laura moved to the head of the bed and spread her legs, keeping her knees bent and a smile on her face. It was very clinical-like now that I thought of it, like she was at her gynecologist or something. These two really wanted to go all out in the medical realism department!

"OK, Jim you can finish your oral exam, I'll assist." Rita said "But first, I should be suitably attired."

Rita promptly pulled her scrub shirt off and dropped her pants. Like Laura, she'd been totally naked underneath the whole time. Rita had a very cute body, her pointed tits weren't as big as Laura's but had large nipples already erect. 

"Does she look healthy, too Jim?" Laura asked

"Yes, she looks very healthy." I said

"We'll continue the exam" Rita said as she joined us on the bed "I can see some changes have occurred in our patient. Laura, perhaps another position might be better at this time."

"Yes, I concur. Lay back, Jim."

Laura sat up and swung her leg over me before lowering her pussy down to my face. I felt another hand on my dick and saw that Rita was now doing her own oral exam on me. Laura's pussy was wonderful as I continued to lick it.

"Ohhhhhgod! Your tongue feels wonderful!" Laura moaned out "OHH! IT'S INSIDE ME NOW!! SO FUCKING HOT!"

I could hear the smacking sounds of Rita sucking my now super hard dick.

"Oh, this...this exam is going...so well..." she said

I think they were finding it hard to stay "in character" as it were. I was eagerly licking Laura's pussy and gripping her ass, she was moaning in ecstasy, and Rita had a mouthful of my dick. I wanted to make Laura cum, but not myself. I went in on her pussy for one last "big O" from her.

"OH GOD! UH-HUH! OHHHHHHHHFUUUUUUCCKKKK!" she cried out as her body went into a kind of spasm and I felt her climax on my tongue. Rita was watching us with a big smile as she held my dick. Rita slowly rolled off me and was sprawled across the bed, she looked so hot as her breathing returned to normal.

"I would surmise that the oral portion of this exam has gone well." Rita said in that same medical tone she'd used throughout "it's time we tested the patient's physical probing techniques."

"And how will you do that?" I asked

"Oh, very simply." She replied "I merely sit up, like this."

Rita sat up on her knees

"Swing my leg over, like this."

Rita swung her leg over my dick

"Hold the probe in place." She said as she held my dick straight "...and allow the probe to....UHHHHHH...enter...my pussy..." my dick slid into her pussy and I wondered if she realized she'd broken character by not using some medical term.

It didn't matter, Rita was on top of me and starting to ride my dick as Laura and I watched, she was casually stroking her pussy, getting it ready for her own ride, I figured as we kissed, our tongues intermingling. Rita now rocked back and forth on my dick, it felt so hot being inside her, watching her tits move back and forth.

"UHHHH...So good...feels wonderful!" She grunted as she was fucked

"Does she feel good, Jim?" Laura asked

"She feels great!" I said as I held her hips and moved them with her "Really great"

Laura had a look of building passion on her face as her finger had now moved inside her pussy. 

"Do you like watching her get fucked?"

Laura agreed breathlessly, like she could feel an explosion building within her as she watched Rita ride my dick. Rita leaned down and we kissed.

"I think it's time...time for...Laura to test your..."

"Jim...just fuck meeee..." Laura pleaded

I guess she'd had enough of playing doctor. Rita turned and kissed Laura before climbing off me and lying back on the bed. I turned over and got on top of Laura. Her eyes closed and a beautiful moan came from her as my dick entered her equally beautiful pussy. We were bonded together in seconds and I was thrusting into her. She felt incredible!

Rita was now the one pleasuring her self as she watched us. Laura kept up a steady stream of moans and gasps as she felt me thrust into her, not like some kind of machine but a pleasure machine, one that she loved. I knew her arms were around me now. I sat up and pushed Laura forward, her petite body easily became even smaller as she was practically folded in half and I held her legs. Rita also sat up and began to lick my dick as it continued to slide in and out of Laura.

"You taste wonderful, Jim." Rita said with a naughty grin "Keep fucking her, I wanna see her cum."

I continued to fuck Laura, holding her legs, watching her beautiful tits jiggle as we fucked. Her moans and cries were so sexy. 

"Suck her tits." I said to Rita, who eagerly got down and softly licked her friends' tits, this drove Laura wild.

"OHHHHGODDD!!! OH YESSSS!" she moaned "OHHHHHH...GODDDD..."

"Make her cum Jim! Make her cum!" Rita said excitedly as she continued sucking Laura's tits

With a long moan and cry of ecstasy, Laura climaxed

"OHHHHHHHGGODDDDD...He's makin' me cum!!!!!" she cried out

I continued to fuck Laura, who was stretching out every bit of her climax. Now I slowed down, still in command of her, Rita still licking her big tits and loving all of it. I lay almost on top of Laura and we all had smiles of pleasure. 

"Baby...do me Texas style." Laura said with a quick kiss added "I love that."

"Texas style, huh? What's that?" I asked as I sat up.

"You'll love it." Rita said as with a naughty smile she sat up too. While on her knees, Laura bent over, showing her cute little ass to me.

"Ah, so that's what Texas style is, huh?" I said as I got behind her 

"It is where I come from baby." She replied, sounding a little out of breath, but excited as I caressed her ass before rubbing my dick on her pussy lips. I pushed inward and felt the beautiful warmth of her pussy again. My hands went around her hips and drew them towards me, making Laura groan.

"Uhhhhhyeahhh." She moaned

I was steadily fucking her from behind, it felt great! Laura kept a steady stream of groans with each thrust into her before she could finally form words.

"Uh yeah...uh yeah...fuck me...uh yeah..." she somehow said

Rita watched us and sat up on her knees close to us, softly caressing Laura's ass as my dick went into her. She and I kissed and I felt her move my left hand down to her pussy to feel it, it was wonderfully wet and my finger easily slid inside it, making her breathe in sharply. Her breaths contrasted with Laura's groans made for quite a sound collage.

Too bad I didn't have a tape recorder at this moment!

"Oh yeah...fuck me Jim...fuck me..." Laura gasped as she continued to feel me inside her. Her ass looked so nice. Rita and I were kissing as I fucked Laura, all of us didn't think it could get any better. 

Laura was getting more vocal now.

"Oh yeah...ohhhgoddd...oh god....oh...oh...oh...gonna cum baby...gonna cum baby! OHHHHHHGODDDDDDDDYEAHHHHHH!"

My back arched as I pounded into her, a little harder and she might've gone through the wall, screaming as she climaxed. I felt my explosion building too and could wait no more as I exploded into her pussy.

"He's coming! Oh god I feel it! Oh he's coming inside me...oh my god he coming!"

Rita eagerly watched it all as Laura's body went limp and I held her up like she was a big doll, she was gasping for breath. I held her and kissed her neck, Rita kissing her cheek and her tits, giving them a good feel until I could hold on no more and we collapsed onto the bed. Rita lay beside us.

"I think we can safely conclude that this patient is recovering well, do you agree Laura?" Rita asked

"Oh, yes. I agree. So Jim," Laura said as she turned to face me "did you like playing doctor with us?"

I nodded

"Only next time, I get to be the doctor." I said "and do a thorough exam on both of you."

We were all exhausted by this time. 

"I think you girls deserve some liquid therapy now" I said

Laura and Rita were so comfortable in the altogether, they were casually naked in my kitchen, as was I. Laura took the incentive and had Chinese food delivered, giving the delivery guy a nice eyeful when she answered the door naked, just like before at the Beverly Hills Hotel, only this time Rita joined in and conveniently appeared to pay the delivery guy. I really think they liked being exhibitionists, part time of course.

"I think you like doing things like that." I said to her

"Sure! It's fun to do." Laura replied casually "where do you think Kung Pow comes from?"

We all laughed at that.

"So, do you think your girlfriend is gonna be mad?" Laura asked

"What girlfriend?" 

"The one I saw you with at the courthouse, that pretty blonde, the actress."

"Oh, she's just a friend." I said

"Oh, yeah sure she is!" Laura said with a laugh "I read the gossip rags. She was doing a movie up in San Francisco and there were these stories about her with a mystery man." She said using her fingers to emphasize the words 'mystery man' "You look like the mystery man I saw her with there."

She saw me with Blake? How was that possible?

"I'll say this, she's very pretty...very classy looking." She added

"Whoa! Wait a minute! What were you doing in San Francisco?" I asked

"What do you think?" she giggled

The girls now got a good look at the scar on my leg.

"Oh my god, I didn't realize how your leg would look." Rita said as she looked closely at it.

"It looks worse than it feels." I said "I guess I can always say it was an old football injury." 

"Does it hurt any?"

"No, either I got some good drugs or..." my voice trailed off

"Or you were very lucky." Laura said in a more serious tone

I nodded to both girls.

"I guess that's Hollywood." I said

"Maybe with your kind of luck you should be called "Hollywood Jim". Rita said with a chuckle

"Hey! I like that!" Laura said excitedly "That settles it, from now on we'll call you Hollywood Jim."

Oh, if they only knew.

A week later, I got a call to come to Michael's office. To my surprise, when I walked in, Laura was there.

"Jim, I believe you know Laura." Michael said as he sat behind his desk. 

"Yes...we've, uh, met." I said with apprehension.

What was going on here?

"I think some explanations are in order here." He began

"Maybe I should do that?" Laura offered

Michael gave her a small wave of his hand that reminded me of Brando in the Godfather.

Laura took a deep breath

"I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you the whole story, huh?"

I nodded, still confused as to why she was here

"You had told Michael about a visit you made to a certain place in West Virginia. Michael made a couple of phone calls and got the location."

"More specifically," Michael added "it was a friend of Laura's that gave me the info and I contacted the proprietor."

"Was it this Alex person you mentioned once?" I asked

"Yes, it was her." Laura replied "she knew some people out there, but she didn't necessarily feed info to Michael, just pointed him in the right direction. She has to keep some secrets, you know."

"Marty thought he could blackmail you with the info about you going there, as well as your meeting with Laura, thereby benefitting his case. Laura relayed info to him and likewise back to me." Michael continued 

"He thought it could be like a secret weapon." Laura added "Turned out, I was the secret weapon."

"Was that why the case was thrown out?" I asked

"No, but we were prepared to use that info if need be." Michael said "we already had the information about Marty's brothers and how they planned to charge the costs back to the studio. It would've been very embarrassing to the studio if this got out. Let's just say it would've been a very sizable amount of money."

He was right. Marty's brothers had told me about how the studio would unknowingly be paying for a night's entertainment at a bordello run by someone named Miss Mona. They seemed to enjoy the idea of committing what amounted to fraud, and how it was all cooked up by their show biz brother from Hollywood, Marty O'Brien.

"So, in a nutshell that's what happened." Michael continued before taking a deep breath "Jim, I cannot tell you how sorry I am about everything that happened as a result. I never should've kept you in the dark about this like I did, but I felt it was important to the case."

I wasn't sure how to respond. On the one hand, he saved me from the stress of a trial, but on the other his secrecy had nearly cost me my life and risked the life of a friend. Not to mention those who didn't make it out alive that day. But before I could respond, with anger or understanding, Michael interrupted me.

"I think you should know...I suffered the consequences of my actions too." He said

"Yes, I heard that you were shot too and..." I started to say

I heard a whirring sound and Michael's chair seemed to move, I never realized it, but he was in an electric wheelchair the whole time. I was shocked to see him in this state and was speechless.

"Luckily, it's not permanent. I'm told the spinal damage is healing nicely." He said confidently as it moved him closer to me. "So for now I have a different set of wheels."

I felt the need to ask something else.

"What about Dana?" I asked referring to his assistant, and my old school friend Dana Liebowitz

Michael smiled now

"I'm glad you asked. She's doing very well. She was transferred to a private rehab facility the other day. I'll get the address for you." He said as he went back to his desk. "I think she'd appreciate seeing you before she goes home."

"Home?" I asked "Where would that be?"

"Back to Connecticut, her family was very adamant that she continue any rehab there, it's likely she'll be there for good, probably work for her father's law firm. I think it's for the best." 

Laura accompanied me down the elevator to the garage. 

"Uh, something I need to ask you, serious-like."

"Go ahead, you can ask me anything." Laura said

"The day all this happened, I saw you at the courthouse. Why were you there?"

"I had a final meeting with Marty the day before and was giving Michael the details." She said as we stood by her car "It was meant to give Marty the idea I was on his side and giving false information to Michael."

"But you were on my side, right?"

"Something like that."

The way she replied made me think there was yet another layer to this story I had yet to peel back.

"Well, then...whose side were you on?"

She gave me a sly smile now

"A good escort never tells her secrets."

I was asking for an answer like that.

"I guess you were lucky to be out of there before everything happened?" I said

"Well, it's not the first time I avoided something like that." She said

"Really?" I said, surprised

"It was a long time ago, I don't really think about it much." She said dismissively

"The important thing is you're OK." She said as she embraced me

"You know" I said with a bit of a smile "You could write a book about your experiences."

She looked wistfully, like a few memories had suddenly been rekindled

"Maybe, maybe I will." She replied with a smile of her own before she kissed me and she got into her Corvette.

"Call me anytime...Hollywood Jim." She said as she started up the Corvette and drove out of the garage.

Hollywood is a strange town, I thought as I saw the Vette with its "CIAO BELLA" license plate roar off. As the silence of the garage returned, my phone buzzed, it was Chuck Tyler.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 53



"Hey, Hollywood, if you're ready to get off your ass I've gotta a new photo gig for you." He said in his usual tone.

I chuckled

"Why not, where to this time?" I said with a smile of my own. 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 54



Authors note-Thanks for your patience everyone, new stories and adventures are coming soon for Hollywood Jim

*

The beach was so beautiful on this morning. The fog was slowly rolling in and I loved the feel of the sand between my toes as I walked the beach. In the distance I could see a solitary figure casting a huge fishing pole into the surf. He stuck the pole into the sand and sat down on a beach chair and puffed on a cigar. The ocean breeze felt great and the fog slowly lifted somehow and revealed a beautiful, but confusing sight. An elegant white Rolls-Royce with a crisply attired chauffeur at its side was parked on the beach near the fisherman.

"Who parks a Rolls on the beach?" I said to myself

I was somehow drawn to approach the man who puffed on his cigar. As I got closer, the driver tipped his cap to me.

"Heyyyy...Hollywood!" the fisherman said as he saw me approach.

It was Chris, my old friend and business partner. 

The partner who'd...oh, no...

"Great morning, huh?" he said looking around at the empty expanse of beach and ocean "I hope the fishing's as good."

I was too stunned to speak, but he seemed to know why I reacted to him the way I did.

"Aw, you don't have to worry...this ain't like the last time I saw you." He said referring to the dream I'd had after the O'Brien shooting "Things have changed, and for the better." He continued as he stood "I told you that things would work out. I knew you'd be okay, in fact, you're better than OK, man." He said with a chuckle.

I was still unable to speak 

"You're gonna be fine, Hollywood. You'll always be fine, man." He reassured me as he looked at his gold watch "Whoa, I got places to go." 

"You take care of yourself, partner." He said as he shook my hand

He went back to the Rolls and the driver elegantly opened the door for him

"Don't worry about a thing, Jim." He now said "Big things are gonna keep happening for you, my friend. It's your destiny, don't ever doubt it."

The door closed and the Rolls silently proceeded down the beach and disappeared into the mist.

I was alone on the beach.

My eyes popped open and I was now in bed. The sheets were a silky white and I could hear the ocean outside, the breeze billowing softly through the curtains and faint bits of sunlight coming through. I turned over and looked up at the ceiling fan as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"It was a dream...my god, it was a dream." I said in a raspy voice

"What is it baby?" a sleepy woman's voice with a distinct Latin accent said.

Her light brown skin contrasted beautifully with the white of the sheets. And the curve of the sheets showed she was naked beneath them, as was I.

"Um, strange dream...a very strange dream." I replied

"Oh, baby... was it a bad dream?" she said in a soft voice as she held me close to her

"No, just...very strange"

"Awww...go back to sleep baby...shhhh...go back to sleep" she said softly as she held me and stroked my head. "You can tell me all about it later...shhhh...sleep baby."

Her breasts were soft and warm and I could still smell her perfume from the night before.

It almost made me forget I'd just had a dream about a dead man. 

But I certainly remembered how I got here...

One thing I never wanted to become was jaded. It always astounded me that people who worked in the entertainment field, even on the fringes, like I did, could become so blasé` about who they saw or met in Hollywood. So I always went to work every day with the attitude that I was part of the greatest business in the world. I considered it to be a privilege to be amongst those on the way up, those at the top or even those perceived as on the way down. And those few that allowed me into their private worlds, all the better. I still had to pinch myself sometimes to be sure that I was really here. That's how I always knew I hadn't become jaded by my work. It was like Mr. Gump's box of chocolates. 

It was close to year's end and on this morning as I went into Chuck's office, I found him on the phone speaking Italian. It surprised me to say the least.

"Where'd you learn Italian? You can barely speak English sometimes." 

"Like everyone else, Rosetta Stone." He said as he hung up the phone "best twenty bucks I ever spent."

"Twenty bucks, how'd you ever get it that cheap, that usually sells for like 300 hundred." 

"Chinese garage sale, you find the most amazing things there."

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, maybe he got a counterfeit version and he'll insult more Italians than charm them. That might be rather amusing to watch!

"You ever heard of a guy named Pompeo Posar?" he now asked me

"Sounds familiar."

"It oughta be, he's been photographing centerfolds for the better part of thirty years."

"Whoa! And I thought I had a pretty good job."

"Well, my friend, you do" he said with smile "that's why I'm giving this one to you."

Uh-oh. That could mean something bad or...

Just then the double glass doors to his office opened and accompanied by our second in command Jeff Murphy strode a Latina beauty in wearing black jeans and a purple t-shirt topped off with a Nike jacket.

...Or something good!

"Ahhh! Good morning Chuck!" she said in a buoyant tone 

"There's our star!" He said as he stood up and she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Jim, meet Sofia Vergara." 

"Oh! Wonderful! We've met before, hello again, darling." She said as she offered me a well manicured and soft hand and an electric smile. 

"You've met before?" Chuck said, surprised

"Yes, I met him on his first day here, he looked so nervous."

Everyone laughed at that.

"So, let me get down to business." He began "We have a big photo shoot we'd like you to do in conjunction with her Pepsi campaign. Pepsi has already done the print ads but they'd like some additional shots for other markets." 

"Really? What markets?" I asked

"Mine, where else?" Sofia answered with a laugh

"Exactly, Pepsi really wants to give this a big push in the Latin markets. We'll be filming a TV commercial too. So the photos will be a nice bonus for their website, kind of a behind the scenes setup."

"I did a TV ad for them long ago, so they think it would be fun to have me do a...how do you say...come back?"

"That's a good idea, like that Cindy Crawford ad, right?" I said

"You've got a good memory, Jim." Jeff said

"Yes, that's the idea." Chuck said "So, how does a weekend in Villa Del Sol sound?"

"Sounds like a working weekend to me." I replied

Everyone laughed, especially Sofia.

"I like this guy!" she said with a beaming smile.

"See why we hired him?" Chuck said "OK, pack your bags Hollywood, we'll see you Friday morning."

"Hollywood?" Sofia said looking at me with a confused, then smiling look on her face. "Why do they call you Hollywood, baby?"

I could only shrug my shoulders in response. I didn't have a snappy answer at the ready, wish I did. No matter, she laughed and breezed out of the office with Jeff and Chuck. 

Did she know the "secret meaning" of it? Nah!

Villa Del Sol was an ultra-exclusive retreat usually reserved for the executives of Pepsi and other companies. Unfortunately I wouldn't get to see much of it. I was there to work and in a way I was happy for that. I was flown down on their private jet, and like I'd said before, this was something I still couldn't get used to. The shoot would be pretty quick as Sofia had to be back in L.A. to resume filming on "Modern Family", so I'd be doing my shots as she filmed her Pepsi ad. To my surprise, the commercial was being directed by Mark Stein, whom I hadn't seen since the Triple Threat Tour where he'd done all the video production for the shows. Mark had to be the most efficient director I'd ever seen. He should be doing films, not just commercials, I thought. I stayed in the background and snapped photos of Sofia as she went through the paces of being on the beach, seductively sipping her can of Pepsi through a straw. 

"OK, thank you, Sofia!" Mark called out "Let's do the wardrobe change!"

Sofia started to walk toward a camper that served as a wardrobe trailer before noticing me with my cameras.

"Ah, Mister Jimmy, taking lots of good photos of me?" she purred

"Oh, absolutely!" I replied "It's hard to get a bad one of you."

"You'll get better ones of me." She said with a big smile as she walked away

Mark was standing by me now

"You'll have to tell me your secret." He said

"What do you mean?"

"You can't tell?" he said, surprised "the ladies love you, pal."

"Nah, they're just being nice, that's all."

He looked at me with a smile

"Oh, sure..." he said with a chuckle as he went over to his crew.

Not much later, Sofia returned wearing a white robe, her dark hair thick and beautiful. Mark met with her briefly to go over the script. All she had to do was walk down the beach as the waves lapped at her feet.

Seems easy enough, I thought.

Then she took off her robe and I think there was an audible gasp from everyone.

Sofia had on a gorgeous white bikini that showed off a body the likes of which I had never seen anywhere. Damn, her tits were enormous!

Sofia noticed me now and could see my reaction.

"See I told you there'd be better pictures." She giggled as she went to her spot on the beach.

Discipline, Hollywood, discipline I kept telling myself as I got my camera ready.

In this ad, she'd be filmed from the back and there'd be many stunned faces as she walked past them before the camera slowly turned around to show her from the front. Mark filmed Sofia repeatedly walking to her spot on the beach and saying the commercials tag line in Spanish, I have no idea what it was but it sounded cool. And I also think Mark was getting a lot of takes of her just for his pleasure, and filming everything in slow motion too. Though it had been awhile since we'd worked together, it was clear he hadn't changed a bit. Sofia was incredibly patient with each take. And since Mark did numerous takes, I was getting incredible photos. 

Finally, Mark could see that he was losing the perfect natural light he'd had all day.

"OK, everyone that's a wrap!" he called out

"Thank you everyone!" one of the Pepsi reps called out.

Sofia hugged Mark as I snapped off a few more shots.

"Oh, Jeem...always going click-click-click." She joked "you're like a paparazzi you know."

I shrugged my shoulders in response, what was I supposed to say?

"But you're better looking baby..." she said as she kissed my cheek

I think I felt an electrical charge from her lips, I could even smell her perfume too. We were all happy to have finished so quickly and the Pepsi people quickly gathered around Mark complimenting him on his efficient production.

"I can't wait to see your photos." Mark said to me as he quickly passed me. "I might want to do some, uh, further inspection of them."

"Oh, yeah, sure..." I said in the same wiseguy tone he'd used on me before.

As if on cue, I could see the skies darkening above us. Mark was losing his perfect natural light to a rainstorm that soon began. 

I'd said before that I saw this as a working weekend, and I quickly packed up my stuff for the trip home. Sofia and her people had already left for L.A. since she had to get back to work on "Modern Family". As I went out to the transport with Mark and the crew I looked around and wondered if I'd ever get back here.

I got my answer sooner than I expected.

New Year's Eve was soon upon us and amidst the party plans there was still work to be done. Jeff and I narrowed down 3 particular photos we thought were best to show the Pepsi guys when they came into the office not long after I returned. Sofia was with them and she loved all three photos. The meeting was brief but it included invitations for us to a weekend New Years bash they were throwing at Villa Del Sol, so it looked like I'd get to experience this place after all.

I couldn't have asked for better weather than what I saw when we arrived. When I looked out on the ocean, I couldn't help but think of the frozen tundra of Connecticut, and how glad I was here and not there!

How different this New Year's Eve looked to be compared to the last one. Man, what Chris would've thought of all this.

"I miss you, man." I said to myself as I looked out on the ocean. 

I was heading for the bar that night when a pretty blonde standing outside the bar caught my eye. She looked rather nice in a short white dress with a gold belt. It looked almost Greek-like now that I thought about it.

"Hi, are you part of the party here?" I asked somewhat nervously.

"Oh, yes...but I'm waiting for someone" she said "Ah, here he is." She quickly said and went off with a well dressed gentleman wearing a stylish white tuxedo. I wasn't all that disappointed, but still curious about her outfit, not to mention his. They went into another room where music was playing and a rather large doorman quickly closed the doors as they entered. 

I don't know why but the look of their outfits intrigued me, probably just coincidence, I thought.

"Forget it, Hollywood" I heard a voice say beside me "She's not in your league."

I turned to the slightly diminutive woman standing beside me.

"Oh, really and why is that?"

"Well, let me put it this way, hon." She replied in her Texas accent "she's built for comfort..." then adding a sly smile "but I'm built for speed."

"That makes sense, and you've got the Corvette to prove it, right?"

"Bright boy, there's hope for you yet."

I was in the presence of Laura Austin. I'd met her in the midst of the O'Brien lawsuit and she'd been a welcome surprise during my recovery from the effects of the shooting that happened when his case was dismissed. We didn't see one another all that much, she seemed to "turn up" when I least expected it. Her work kept her in the same circles as me, but she went in a much different direction, one that I was not privy to. And her work was for a price. Tonight, she was dressed to thrill in a similar low cut white tunic dress with a sparkly gold belt, black stockings and matching heels. Not to mention other generous features on display thanks to the dress.

"Like the outfit?" 

"Yes, very stylish given the location and all."

"Looks like something out of Caligula, huh?" she said with a smile added

Her response took me aback somewhat. But then, as she had once told me, she was from Texas and they got to the point down there, so a response like that wasn't out of the ordinary for her.

"Interesting comparison, but yes it does. I guess you've seen the movie."

I hated to admit I had too. It was, well, something.

"Have I seen the movie?" she replied looking thoughtful before chuckling to herself "Yeah, I guess you could say that." She said slowly

"So, what's with the white outfits on everyone going in there?" I asked as I gestured toward the room I'd seen the blonde lady enter.

Laura smiled at me

"I'd tell you but..." she began

"You'd have to kill me?" I responded

"No" she replied with an understanding smile "I'd be violating rule number one."

"Uh-huh...and uh, what's that?" I said moving in a little closer as she smiled 

"A good escort..." she began, looking up at me (she was rather short, remember)

"...never tells her secrets." We finished in unison, making her laugh

I could only roll my eyes in response, which only made her giggle

"OK, I was asking for that. But let me ask you this" I started "Who's the lady that's built for comfort?"

"Her name's Judy, she goes to parties with me sometimes. But that's all, where her work ends, mine begins."

"My, you're rather witty tonight." I said as we got glasses of wine.

"It's what you get when you study journalism in college." She said as she took a sip "I better not drink too much of this."

"Let me guess, you're on the clock tonight?"

"Very funny." She said wryly "I'll remember that."

Our glasses clinked together

"Until we meet again." She said before taking a final sip of wine. I could only watch as she went off across the room to meet a well dressed older gentleman who took her into the same room as Judy and followed two other couples as the doors were slowly closed.

I was reminded how exclusive this place was, how corporate-types were usually the guests here. Whatever goes on at places like this were the kind of things that didn't make the front page of the Wall Street Journal. Perhaps the "Caligula" comparison wasn't as far-fetched as I thought.

But at the moment, I was alone in the large atrium. I'd had some fun with Laura before, and I knew that we'd meet again as she said. She'd kept her promises in the past and if our paths crossed, and when the time was right, we'd have more fun.

It was time for me to have my fun, though. 

The Pepsi guys commandeered the bar and restaurant that night. Mark Stein was there and we got caught up, he had plans to direct a film next and he'd need a photo guy. Just like Mark, always working business into any discussions. He really hadn't changed much. 

Just as I went back to the bar for another beer, Sofia strolled in and immediately caught my eye, and everyone else's. She was a knockout in a silky blue dress that looked like the one I'd seen in her TV ads for Pepsi. Her thick brown hair looking gorgeous as usual.

"Ah! Mister Jimmy! There you are!" she said as she floated over to me and hugged me "Are you having fun, honey?"

"Oh, uh...the time of my life." I said with a casual smile

"Ahhh...that's good baby." She purred "Come on, let's get a drink" 

Sofia and I headed for the bar and she quickly ordered white wine for both of us.

"Cheers, baby" she said as our glasses clinked together "Here's to..."

"A good time?" I said finishing her thought

Sofia's face lit up

"Yes! Yes! That's perfect!" she said excitedly as she took my hand "I see everyone else over there, let's go baby."

It was clear that Sofia was controlling things, and I had no problem, she had such a bigger than life, over the top personality that it seemed pointless to do otherwise. The best thing to do was just enjoy the ride. It was bound to be a wild one!

Everyone there wanted photos (guess who took them, again!) and autographs from her and she eagerly posed and signed. Once that wave of fandom had left we all settled in for dinner and a lot of conversation.

"Mister Jimmy, where you from baby?" she asked as she sipped her wine

"Oh, me? Connecticut." I replied

"OH! You're kidding!" she said excitedly "that's where my son is, he goes to school up there, ohhh so beautiful there." Now adding that electric smile "just you like you baby..." she said as she flirtatiously stroked my cheek and laughed.

All I could do was blush.

"I think I need another drink." I said trying to avoid any more embarrassment. But inside, I loved every minute of it!

At the bar I got another glass of wine and looked over the scene. The bar looked out onto the ocean and was lit with lanterns and neon. Amidst the Latin music playing, Sofia could be heard chatting up seemingly every person there and I could hear little shouts of excitement from her. When she spotted me at the bar, her eyes lit up again.

"Mister Jeem! You need to be here!" she yelled to me with that electric smile

How could I resist?

As I returned to the table she immediately stood and with her arms raised began to shimmy to the music.

"Come on baby...we have to daaaaance!" she said as she pulled me to the small dance floor.

Now, I will be the first to admit that I ain't no dancer! And with someone like her it probably looked more like she was holding me up or trying to keep me from running away. But I gamely kept my hips moving and tried not to step on her toes as she boogied to her hearts content around me before taking my hands and moving me back and forth in time to the music. It probably looked, no, it DEFINITELY looked ridiculous. I saw Mark off to the side with the little Nikon camera I'd been using earlier, he was using the video feature and could barely hold it still; he was laughing so much. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 54



"Don't mind him, baby" she said to me "you're having fun"

"Aw, I don't care about him...you're right, I'm having fun."

"Oh, no baby...we're having fun." She said with that classic smile of hers

The Latin music was replaced by a slower song, Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight" and now Sofia softly draped her arms around me. We could really see one another close now. She had such beautiful dark brown eyes that accented her hair color.

"Ah, I like this song, it sounds so romantic." She said

"Yeah, the old classics are always the best."

"Old? How old is this song?" she was surprised "I've never heard it."

"It's like mid-seventies."

"Wow, I can't believe that." She said "oh, what the hell, it's good, that's what matters most, right?"

"Si, it matters the most." I said, making her laugh

"Ah, Mister Jeem, you are trying to charm me, huh?"

I could only shrug my shoulders

"Well, uh, if I am I must be doing a good job."

Sofia nodded

"Yes, you are, baby." she said leaning in close to me.

I didn't know if I should kiss her at this moment or what, her eyes and smile seemed to be telling me what to do, we were so close to one another. It was such a beautiful feeling at this moment, but my nerves were getting the better of me.

"Maybe we should...get another drink?" I finally said

She nodded

"Good idea, honey." She said "we've got plenty of time."

Plenty of time, what could that mean?

We went back to the bar and she immediately ordered two shots of tequila.

"Two shots of Cuervo, please." 

"Whoa, gettin' out the big guns, huh?"

"What do you think?" she said with a sly smile as our glasses clinked

I looked at the powerful concoction for a moment

"Well, I'm heading into uncharted territories...again." I thought

Sofia and I knocked back our shots simultaneously and I heard myself yell out "Yeeeeahhhhhhh!" through gritted teeth as the tequila hit me. It was almost like that scene in "Easy Rider" when Jack Nicholson took a swig from his flask and dedicated it to D.H. Lawrence. 

Sofia laughed boisterously

"Ahhh, that means you lovvvve it, baby!" she laughed "Two more!"

Two more tequila shots went down the hatch before we rejoined our party.

"OK everybody gotta do the carry okay!" she called out to everyone

Mark and I looked at each other wondering what she meant

"I think she means karaoke." Mark finally said

"This should be interesting." I said as I saw her looking through the songbook

"Mister Jeem! You need to pick the music!" she yelled

Mark looked at me with a wiseguy smile.

"The ladies love you, Jim." He said with a smirk.

"I'll get you for this one, you know." I said with a smile of my own

Sofia commandeered the karaoke system and was soon belting out "Twist and Shout" and Lady Gaga songs to our amusement. 

Once we'd all had our laugh, she had me go through the song book with her.

"Oh! You have to do this one! I want to hear you sing now." She said

I looked at the lyrics come up on the screen and it was "Wonderful Tonight."

"Oh, geez, I'm being setup here." I said as she laughed boisterously.

But I did my best at maintaining my composure, knowing that she was right next to me, her soft hand casually caressing my arm as I sang, or tried to, given the atmosphere. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her sexy smile as she watched me. And my eyes kept drifting downwards to that incredible chest of hers. At the end, everybody cheered my "performance" as it were.

"Do another one, Jim! Do another one!" Sofia cheered to me

"I need a little liquid courage first." I said as I went back to the bar

I went back to the bar amid lots of back slapping from the other partygoers.

"2 more shots of Cuervo." Sofia said to the bartender "he needs some courage." She laughed

And just as before, 2 shots of Tequila produced the desired effect. It seemed like Sofia was immune to any effects of the tequila. 

We all went back and forth showing off our karaoke chops as the night wore on. Seeing Sofia sing Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" had to be seen to be believed, I wonder if Mark got that on his video camera. Soon it was getting close to midnight. Bottles of expensive looking Champagne now appeared at all the tables and everybody got close to their significant others as the countdown started.

Sofia was, naturally, close to me (though why I had no clue)

We were all counting down the seconds

"10...9...8..." Sofia was close to me "7...6....5..."

Closer now, I could feel her hand on my ass

"4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!" We all yelled out as the clock struck midnight and cannons spit out confetti and streamers

Sofia turned to face me and we kissed but they quickly became deeper kisses and my hands went down to caress her ass. She gave no resistance and I felt her grinding onto my crotch

"Ohhhh...Mister Jim...mmmm" she purred into my ear "...we'll have lots of fun later, baby...lots of fun."

The smile she gave me said it all as her hand cupped my crotch.

"Later on, honey..." She purred into my ear. "...later on."

My crotch reacted accordingly to her touch. By the look on her face, it was just what she wanted.

We continued to drink as the night wore on, the band came back out and Sofia had everyone salsa dancing with her. I tried to keep myself steady. I couldn't remember the last time I drank any tequila, but it was clear I was an amateur in that department. I went for a Sprite hoping that might level things out for me.

"Mister Jeem! You need another champagne, baby!" Sofia said as she dangled her glass as signal she was the one who really wanted the refill

"How can I say no?" I said to her as I headed back to the bar.

As I waited for the bartender to bring our drinks, another woman came up beside me.

"Fun night for you?" she said

I turned to see Laura had returned

"Uh, yes, very good. What about yourself?"

She smiled wistfully, her hair seemed a little mussed but she still looked the same as I'd seen her earlier.

"Pretty good time for me, too."

I got another look at her white dress and finally got up the courage

"OK, I've gotta ask this" I started "What's the deal with the outfit? Every person I saw going in that room was wearing white, is it some kind of themed party?"

Laura giggled as she sipped her wine

"You really wanna know, huh?" she replied sensing my interest

I nodded, which made her beckon me with her finger

"I'll never tell." She whispered seductively in my ear before laughing

"I guess I got my answer." I said sheepishly

"It's just a fancy party, that's all." Laura said between giggles

"Mister Jeem! I want my champagne!" I heard Sofia yell from across the room

We both turned towards her voice 

"You better keep her happy, Hollywood" Laura said as she started to leave before giving me a hug and whispering in my ear "She has nice boobs too, too bad I can't join you...Happy New Year, Jim" and adding a sweet kiss on my cheek.

We were all getting tired now and people began drifting away as it was close to 3 AM. Even Sofia's energy level was dropping.

"We should have one more drink, no?" she asked me

"Sure, why not?" I replied "New Years Eve only comes once a year, or every night if you buy the DVD."

Sofia laughed heartily as she caught the reference to her movie "New Years Eve".

"Oh, my god! That is sooo funny!" she laughed "You're a funny guy Jim, you know that?"

"Must be all the tequila." 

Sofia and I headed for the bar

"Let's get a bottle to go." She said

"To go? Go where?" I was confused

Sofia smiled at me, there was no need for explanation

"Okay, yes...good idea." I said hesitantly "Uh, can I get a bottle of champagne to go?" I said to the bartender, I looked at Sofia and her smile told me I made the right choice.

Sofia Vergara had her arm wrapped around mine as we walked (or was it stumbled?) down the hallway towards the elevators. As we neared them, I felt her hold me a little tighter.

"Come here, Mister Jim..." she said as she pulled me into a slightly dark corner. Her kisses were instantaneous and deep. Her hands felt so soft and caressing, I was overwhelmed by her. 

"You kiss me so good, honey." She purred

I couldn't say anything in response, I guess my smile said it all.

The elevator doors opened and we calmly got on with another couple. Sofia stood close to me but I could feel her hand on my crotch, casually caressing it, clearly enjoying the growing hardness she could probably feel within. She looked at me with a naughty smile, she seemed so oblivious to how this looked. I just hoped no one turned to see us. Once the other couple got off, Sofia and I giggled. But as soon as the doors closed and we were alone, she immediately wrapped herself in me.

"Aren't you afraid there might be cameras here?" I said remembering how my last "elevator tryst" with Julianne Hough was stopped by her thinking security cameras might catch us in the act. 

Sofia didn't seem to care.

"Oh, baby..." she said as she caressed my face with her finger "I don't think we're the first people to do this in an elevator." She purred as we kissed "besides...I love to kiss...I love to be kissed...and...I love to be touched." 

Her words sent an electric charge through me.

Just then, the elevator doors opened and we were on our floor. We both couldn't help but laugh at how we kept getting interrupted.

"Okay, Mister Jim...let's go." She said with that big smile of hers.

We made our way down the hallway, or in our case, stumbled. Finally we reached what seemed like her room and she fumbled around for her keycard, which promptly dropped from her hand onto the floor.

"Clumsy." She said

"Allow me." I said as I knelt down for the card which lay at her feet. She had beautiful black stiletto shoes on and her legs looked super smooth. I slowly stood up, making sure to be close to her as I ran my hand up her soft leg until it began to go under her dress and was just short of her ass. Now I was the aggressor as it were, kissing her deeply against the door, only making her moan.

"Do you think we're the first to do this?" I asked

"I don't know..." she purred "but I like it."

Sofia slowly inserted the card and the door snapped open

"Let's go inside, baby." She said with a look of pure seduction on her face.

We were kissing one another heavily as we made our way inside her suite. Sofia's kisses were beautifully romantic, but I think she knew what I was really interested in. I now boldly (but softly) touched her beautiful tits, felt their softness in my hands. 

"Oh Jim...sooo nice...ohhhhhyyyesssss baby..." she purred

Up against the wall, I was kissing and fondling the lovely Sofia Vergara. The lust I felt was equaled by the voice inside me saying "is this really happening?"

Her little moans and gasps told me it was. It really was!

"Ohhh Jim, baby..." she said as our lips finally parted "let's get a little more comfortable...I'll be right back, honey."

I could only nod in response as she quickly went into the bathroom.

I looked around the suite, though it was still dark out, I could tell its windows had a view of the ocean and there was wicker framed furniture throughout. The bed was large and had a sheer canopy hung from it. I took my jacket off and loosened my tie, stuffing it into the pocket of the jacket.

Behind me, I could hear movement. I turned to see Sofia standing in the dimly lit hallway, dimming the lights somewhat and slowly making her way towards me. 

"Hello, James...do you...like what you see?" she said as she came closer to me.

Even in the dim light, the closer she got to me, the more I could see that the robe was sheer and she was naked underneath. She embraced me and I truly felt her against me, her perfume was so soft and fragrant.

"I like what I'm seeing...v-very much." I said softly as we kissed.

"Ohhhhyessssss..." she moaned as our lips parted "Ohhh baby...so nice"

Sofia bashfully looked down at her bountiful chest, then up at me with a sexy smile.

"I know what you like, baby...they're all yours honey...all yours."

Her sheer robe was tied near the top with a thin pink ribbon. I gingerly reached for it and it began to loosen ever so slowly, until it parted. I looked up at her, then just as gingerly reached for her shoulders and slowly drew the robe down her shoulders until it dropped to the floor.

Sofia Vergara was naked in front of me. Her tits were, well, unreal! Beautifully large, her areolas the size of quarters, the nipples already erect. 

Something else was erect as well.

I touched her tits, they felt even softer than before as their size filled my hands. I leaned in to kiss her as I fondled them and she reacted with a low, sexy moan.

"Ohhhhbaby...so nice..." she moaned as I kissed her neck "Baby...ohhhhhyesss...I want to make you feel...feel good too..."

"Oh, and how would you like to do that?"

She smiled widely

"Let me show you, honey..."

She began to slowly rub the crotch of my pants

"Ahhh...I think there's something nice in there...ooooo...something VERY nice." She said with her eyebrows raised and beaming smile "Let's see what it is."

The zipper on my pants went slowly down, I knew I might just explode right then and there the way she was sweet talking me. I could feel her soft hands inside my pants and rubbing my underwear.

"Ah, so nice...so very nice." She purred "let me get these off you...we'll have a little fun, no?"

"Oh yes...w-w-we'll have some fun." I somehow said as she loosened my belt and unsnapped my pants. They were loose enough that they easily slid down and onto the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. And there was definitely a bulge there that she loved the looks of.

Sofia knelt down, and looked up at me as she slowly lowered my briefs so that my dick revealed itself to her before jumping up and outwards.

"Ah! Yessss...just like I hoped it would be." She beamed as she caressed my dick. "Ahhhh...so beautiful, baby...so beautiful..." she said as she looked up at me before slowly and seductively licking her lips.

The look in her eyes told me exactly what was next. I felt a slick tongue on the head of my dick then a rush as it slid into her mouth, I breathed inward sharply as I felt her lips and tongue work their magic. I looked at the mirror on the wall and even in the dim light I could see her head moving up and down on my dick, her ass looked beautiful too.

"Oh baby...you have a beautiful dick...I love it...oh, I love it." She said between licks. "So nice..."

Slick from her licks, she began to slowly jerk it before sounding excited

"Oh! I see it got bigger" she said excitedly "Ooooo this is gonna be nice, baby..."

My hands softly caressed her head as she bobbed up and down on my dick. As it slowly came out of her mouth, she licked its full length ever so slowly as she fondled my balls.

"So beautiful...so beautiful, baby." She said in a soft voice "Oh, let me do something even nicer."

Sofia took her beautiful tits, wrapped them around my dick and began moving it up and down between them.

"Ohhhh...feels soooooogoooood baby" she moaned, then giggled "it looks so cute!" 

It all felt unreal! I loved what she was doing but I didn't want to have it end before I wanted. 

"Th-this feels so unreal" I somehow gasped

"Ah, good...I knew you'd love it, baby...I love it too..."

I could hold back no more.

I exploded onto her tits as she screeched in excitement before she eagerly grabbed my dick and jerked it before licking it clean.

"Ahhhh, Mister Jim...that was so nice." She said as she stood up. She dabbed her finger onto her tits and licked the tip of it. "Mmmmm you taste nice baby."

I was still breathing heavily from climaxing but more from the amazing show she'd put on for me, and me alone. Sofia knew how good she'd made me feel, she was clearly excited by what we'd done, and we both knew round two was all but certain. 

"Come with me baby," she said as she gently took my hand and led me to the bathroom. The bright lights were a little jarring at first but seeing Sofia in all her naked glory looked incredible. She took a washcloth and began to softly clean herself off, so simple but yet so erotic! In the mirror she could see me close by, and gave that smile of hers.

"You can look, baby...I know you like what you see" she said looking into the mirror with a giddy smile "Here, make yourself useful." She casually said as she handed me the cloth, the water on it still warm. I softly touched her breast with the cloth and began to softly clean her, going between watching my hand and looking into her beautiful eyes. 

She liked what I was doing.

My hand went from one breast to the other, gently swirling my hand over her nipple, making her breath inward before softly moaning as the feeling came over her in gentle waves of pleasure. I stood closer and we kissed as I did this. 

As if it had a mind of its own, my hand now moved down her stomach as she stood against the vanity and instinctively opened her legs slightly, she knew where this was going.

"Yessss...oh yesss, baby...yessss..." she moaned

Her hips were also moving instinctively, like they had a mind of their own. My hand, still holding the warm cloth brushed over her perfectly smooth pussy and she breathed inwardly before exhaling a long slow moan.

"Oh yessss...do that honey...that feels good...mmmm..."

My hand gradually made slow round circles around it and she was so close to me. Her breaths were so erotic. The cloth fell from my hands and now my finger began to touch her pussy, her breaths became even more pronounced. Her pussy was so wet and my finger easily entered her. Sofia threw her head back, her long hair so sexy.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, my god baby...that feels so good." She moaned before deeply kissing me. "So good...ah, it's your turn baby...I want to feel good now."

I turned her around and sat her up on the vanity, she spread her legs and I saw her pussy up close, it was beautifully pink and smooth, like she'd had whatever procedure was done especially for me. Like she knew what we'd be doing on this night of nights. 

Her skin was perfectly smooth and very warm as my lips and tongue began to feel their way around her, and drew closer to her beautiful pussy. I kissed it ever so softly, then again. She breathed in sharply, giving an equally erotic exhale.

"Yes, baby...oh yesssss..." she said softly

My tongue now licked around the folds of her pussy, she was very wet to the touch and tasted nice too. My tongue now probed inside her and I could feel her hand gently caress my head the more I licked her. I looked up and could see her softly touching her breasts, her eyes closed, teasing the nipple. 

I felt her tap my head. I looked up and she was smiling.

"Let me have a little, honey." She said

Sofia reached down and with her middle finger, dipped it into her pussy, then licked the tip of it.

"Mmmm...I taste good, don't I?" she said with that sexy smile

"You certainly do."

"Then, honey I'm ready for you. I want to feel all of you now."

I looked down and my dick was hard again, it was ready too.

Sofia was seated on the large marble sink, her legs spread apart. I got up close to her, I was nervous for some reason. Doing this with someone like her, I wondered if I'd be OK, would I be alright.

There was only one way to find out.

My dick was super hard now, I could see how wet her pussy was. Her enormous tits looked amazing in this light. I took my dick and rubbed it a little on her pussy, then slowly and effortlessly I slid it inside her.

"Ohhhhhh baybeeeeee...yessssssss..." she moaned as she felt it inside her.

It felt so warm being inside her, and she loved it too. She put her arms around me and held me close as we began to fuck.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 54



"So good baby...uh-huh so good..."

We kissed as we fucked, our tongues merging in the same way as we fucked. Her legs were interlocked with my arms. I probably could've picked her up if I tried, but not this time. I wasn't pounding into her by any means, she deserved a good steady fuck, make the moment last.

"Oh baby...honey...let's go in the bedroom, it'll be more comfortable for us." She said breathlessly.

I nodded

Sofia slowly got off the counter and was a little wobbly as she stood.

"That felt so good, baby...but I like the bed better" she said as she brushed my cheek "...is more romantic." Adding that classic smile

Again, I could only nod

We returned to the bed and she pulled back the bedcovers. We got into bed at the same time and lovingly embraced. She was right it felt much better, not as cold and hard as the counter. And her soft body only added to the feeling. Sofia kept up a steady series of moans and soft breaths.

"Oh yesss...kiss me Jim...so good...I'm yours baby...oh, I'm yours..." she said in such a beautiful voice. For some reason, her accent didn't seem as pronounced, but then everything sounds great in the throes of pleasure. I went for her tits and she was immediately turned on as I sucked on her nipples

"Mmmmm...yessss baby...suck my boobies...oh I love it!"

I loved how I was turning her on, hearing her breaths and feeling her hand caress my head. My tongue made little circles around her nipples before sucking them.

"Mmmm...baby, watch this." She said

I looked up and she gripped one of her tits and brought it up to her mouth and gave it a little lick of her own 

"You like that?" she giggled

I nodded "very sexy"

"Thank you baby"

We kissed deeply again, as our lips parted, the look she gave told me she was ready for more.

I moved my body down and slowly parted her legs, her pussy looked so nice and I could see it was glistening, even in the dim light of the room. I held my dick and slid it softly and I lay atop her. She moaned softly and smiled as she felt all of me inside her. My hips started to do their work, she was loving every move I made as we fucked. Her eyes were slightly closed and I could see she was smiling, then she looked straight at me.

"Oh, baby...fock me...fock me good!"

Now her accent returned!

I fucked her harder and wrapped my arms around her back, she did the same and I could feel her manicured nails.

"Ohhhh...baby...baby...oh god...oh god...OHHHHHGGGODDDDDD! I'M CUMMMMING...OH FUCK BABY!" she cried out "Keep focking me! Keep focking me!"

Sofia let out a guttural moan from deep within, her body tensed up and she gripped me closer to her as she climaxed. Her breaths were quick and sharp, then slower and softer in my ear as she relaxed. I slowed down my fucking until I was motionless atop her. 

We were both breathless.

"Oh...so good...so good..." she said softly "did you come too?"

"No." I gasped

"Good...I want to do everything with you Jim...you make me feel so good."

My dick popped out of her pussy as she rolled me over onto my back. She didn't seem to mind, she had other ideas. She wrapped a hand around it and let it slide through.

"Very slippery, huh?" she said with a naughty smile "I wonder how it got that way?"

She seemed to like the way it felt, I was more afraid of exploding onto her again like before. Before it was possible, she swung a leg over me and I saw my dick slowly make its way back into her pussy, she loved the feeling.

I was now presented with an incredible sight. Sofia Vergara was atop my dick, her incredible breasts heaving upwards as she breathed, her thick dark hair still cascading around her. 

And she was with me!

She was now rocking on my dick, moaning and gasping as we fucked, holding her tits, letting them bounce as she bounced atop me. I held her hips as she leaned backwards, I could see my dick as it slid in and out of her perfectly smooth pussy. With each movement, I heard a beautiful moan from her.

"Ohhhhgoddddd... soooo good!" she moaned as she sat up straight and looked down at me "Oh fock yeah!"

She leaned down and we kissed deeply before she fed me one of her 36DD's. I accidentally bit on the nipple making her squeal with delight, it wasn't something I normally did. And in this case, it provoked accidental pleasure from her, lucky me.

I guess apologies weren't necessary in this case.

She continued to rock and bounce atop my dick, and I felt her body tense up again. Her breathing was getting more rapid, so was mine.

I quickly sat up and held her close, I could feel it coming

"Ohhhhbaybeeee....uh-huh...ohhhhhgodddd...YES! YES! YES!" she screamed out as she threw her head back, and almost threw us off the bed.

We climaxed together.

I could feel myself exploding into her pussy with ferocity again and again. The release made me groan out loud as I exploded into her. I lay back on the bed in exhaustion. Sofia looked so sexy as she breathed deeply and sat back up again before leaning down to my level again. We embraced and kissed.

"This is so good...oh my god...I h-h-haven't felt this good in so long...mmmm I love it."

"B-been a long t-time for me too." 

"So good baby...so good..." said in a voice that grew softer

We slowly lay back on the bed, facing one another and kissed. She drew the sheets over us.

"That was so good, Jim...Happy new year, baby." She said softly with that smile of hers.

"Thank you, Happy New Year to you, too Sofia." I replied

She rested her head on my chest and the sounds of the ocean lulled us to sleep.

I began to dream of a beach...

I don't know how long we slept, but I awoke with the customary souvenir of a new year's party. I looked at my silver Timex watch (the "Fauxlex" as I called it, since it looked like a fake Rolex, hence the name). It was after nine in the morning. I had to see what the view was like from here and hoped my Nikon was still in my jacket pocket. I turned and saw Sofia was still asleep. I needed to get up and at least splash some water on my face since I was in her room and not mine. I slowly got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. The cool water felt good on my face. The face that looked back at me from the mirror though showed that it had been quite an evening. But I smiled and just hoped I could remember it all. 

Great, the camera was where I'd left it. I went to the large sliding doors that led to a small balcony and the ocean view. I was right, the view was spectacular. Inside, I could hear Sofia breathe in and turn over, her eyes opened and she saw me with my camera.

"Click-click-click, that's all you seem to do." She said in a sleepy voice as she held a pillow close to her head and smiled at me.

All I could do was shrug my shoulders

Sofia got out of the bed and I felt her embrace me from behind as we were on the balcony. Imagine what the tabloids would think if they saw this naked goddess. And the geek she was with.

"Mmmm, what a wonderful way to start the new year." She said as she kissed my cheek.

"Uh, the view or me?" I replied

"What do you think, baby?"

"I think it's the view"

She giggled and kissed me again

"Let me see that camera." She said "You take pictures of me, it's my turn now."

She eagerly took the camera and quickly framed one of me

"OK, lovvve the camera dahling...you vant to be ravishing, don't you?" she said in an even more exaggerated accent, never mind the fact she was stark naked while she did this! I couldn't help but laugh, making her laugh even more. She finally fell into my arms and we kissed, still laughing, before getting back into bed.

"Good morning, baby..." she said in a soft voice

"Morning" I said as I kissed her

"No more bad dreams?" she asked

"No, only good ones."

"Good! I'll be right back."

She went off towards the bathroom and it gave me an idea. I was curious to see whatever photos were on the camera, I remembered Mark had used the video feature, but never saw what he filmed. As I clicked through each one I saw it was different shots of us with partygoers, in various stages of New Years Eve. Sofia returned, still naked and joined me on the bed.

"Oh! Let me see, let me see!" she said excitedly

I showed her each one and she was intrigued.

"Let me see if the video he took worked." I said as I clicked on the button

Sure enough, there we were, slow dancing to "Wonderful Tonight". She held me close as we watched.

"Aw, we look so cute there!" she said happily "look at you, such a good dancer."

"Oh, please! I look like a mannequin." I replied, making us both laugh

"You're a cute mannequin." She said as she kissed my cheek

I stood up to get the case from my jacket. Sofia continued to examine the camera.

"You like taking pictures, huh?" she asked

"Uh-huh, I suppose if you're gonna have a job it should be something you like."

"You do all kinds of photos?"

"Pretty much, why?"

"Just curious...do you ever do any, um, sexy photos?"

"Well, uh..." I was pretty tongue tied

"I mean...nude photos for like the Playboy, you know?" she said in her accent

"Uh, no...I've never had the privilege."

She looked at me with a sly smile

"Would you like to?"

"Like to, what?"

"You know...do...um...photos of me."

I was, well, speechless.

"There's a first time for everything, you know, it'll be my first nudes. I might as well have someone I know take them."

Before I could reply, she handed me the camera and stretched herself out on the artfully unmade bed, lying on her side, fingers through her hair, looking sultry. The classic centerfold shot.

"I'm ready for my close-up Mister Jim."

How could I resist?

I took a deep breath and snapped a photo, then another, and one more. She made subtle changes, but the beautiful nakedness of her body was there, alright. She sat up and held her tits, bringing one up and licking it as best she could, then fell backwards, laughing. I got on the bed and took some of her as she lay flat on the bed. She looked up at me and licked her lips. Then sat up on her knees, legs spread and stuck her hands on her hips, looking super confident and super sexy all at the same time.

"Ok, Lemme see!" she said excitedly

She took the camera and looked through the photos I'd taken. They were sexy alright!

"You know, someone could make a lot of money with these" she said with a slightly raised eye, like she was implying something.

"Uh, not if they stay on the camera." I replied "or they're safely tucked away somewhere."

"Good idea."

Just then the phone in the room buzzed. She answered it and I took that as my cue that her "centerfold shoot" was over and I should start to gather my things. 

"You have to go, huh?" she said as she hung up the phone

I nodded

"I've got an early flight out, there's a film project I'm committed to."

Sofia looked a little sad at my news

"Well, we can at least get some breakfast with the others, how about that?" she said

"That sounds good" I said as I dressed "We can see who looks the most hung over."

She laughed boisterously at that

"Oh, Mister Jeem, you're a great guy." She said as she embraced me

"And, uh...you're a great lady."

That elicited a very peaceful smile from her, not the kind the public saw, but the kind she gave someone in private, someone who was special.

And that someone was me.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 55



It was late in the afternoon on a Thursday when Amy Adamson called me out the blue. I'd worked with her many times before and she was more than responsible for Tigress' return to the music charts. It might be hard to believe but in all the time we'd known one another I never tried to put any moves on her, but I knew that way back when, my old partner Chris had. He was promptly shot down in flames when told through the grapevine that she preferred the affections of the feminine to the masculine. An intriguing image, yes, but I wasn't going to try to make her "change teams" as it were. 

If you'll excuse the pun, I doubted I'd have a "sporting chance" and would likely "strike out" anyway.

"Jim! Glad I got a hold of you!" Amy said in a breathless tone

"What's up?"

"I've got a photo shoot I need done but the guy I was going to use bailed on me."

"Whoa, wait a minute! If you needed a photo project done that would be me that bailed. Do you know something I don't?"

"Trust me, it's a long story" She continued "can you come out to Vegas and take over?"

Normally, Vegas would be the magic word for me. But this sounded odd.

"Uh, I guess I could...does Chuck know about this?"

"Oh yes, he knows, call him and you'll get all the logistical stuff, bye!" she said as she hung up.

Marvelous, I thought. I don't mind my work, but last minute doesn't always mean a project you'll love.

"What do you mean, I know all about this?" Chuck yelled

"That's what she told me." I replied, just as confused as Chuck

"Give a girl a big break and she drives me up the fuckin' wall..." he mumbled as he grabbed his phone and dialed Amy

I took that as my cue to leave his office

"STAY RIGHT THERE!" he yelled at me just as I reached for the door handle.

"Amy! What the hell are you doing?" he said angrily into the phone "I got you the photographer you wanted, that Demi wanted and now you want to change everything again and dump the guy?"

If Chuck was mad, this was clearly shaping up to be a fun project! And who was this "Demi" I was hearing? Demi Moore? Nah, that wouldn't provoke a tirade like this from our fearless leader.

"Oh, no you didn't...no, you didn't...we had a deal Amy, you know that!" he was clearly arguing back and forth with her "What do you want from me? It wasn't my idea...OK that was my idea...whatever Amy...fine, FINE! Fine you'll get what you want...Uh-huh...uh-huh...whatever, he'll be there." He said as he hung up.

Chuck looked at me and let out a disgusted sounding sigh.

"OK, Hollywood, you're going to Vegas." He said as he pulled an envelope from his desk "Painted Desert Casino, you were there once, right?"

Hearing the name brought back a lot of memories. It was where Paris and I had quite a memorable night together, and we first worked with Tigress there too.

"Whoa, yes, man, it's been awhile. We first saw Tigress there." I said

"You might be seeing more of them soon. They're considering a residency gig there." He said as he scribbled some notes. "3 months, 4 shows a week."

"Who's the subject of this project, anyway?" I finally asked

"Demi Lovato, she's gonna do a warm-up show there and wants new photos for the tour book." Chuck replied

"Just out of curiosity, I thought I ran things in the photo department."

"How the hell do I know?" he yelled as he threw his hands up in frustration "She's already letting the power go to her head...just get yourself out to Vegas; she's arranging everything else you'll need."

As I left his office I heard him say "Aloha."

I hurriedly gathered my gear together and headed for the airport. On a project like this I figured 2 cameras and extra memory cards would be enough. In the envelope were my hotel confirmation info and a strongly worded request from accounting that I save all receipts, no matter how small, for reimbursement. From what I'd heard they were becoming sticklers for that kind of stuff. 

For all of Chuck's bluster, this looked like an easy project from what Amy told me in a text message I received on the plane. Demi Lovato was her newest project and she would be kicking off a tour at Painted Desert's mini-arena and for the tour book, she'd primarily need shots of her performance. With the time in between, I might get the Vegas weekend I'd never had.

"Jim! Oh my god! So glad you made it!" Amy said excitedly as she met me in the lobby of the hotel "You don't know how much this means to me, I thought this was gonna be an easy project, man was I wrong!"

"So what happened to make Chuck go ballistic at you?"

Amy rolled her eyes

"The previous guy we had did all the studio stuff but suddenly got an attitude and felt working with us was somehow beneath him so he dropped out. We'd pretty much gotten what we wanted anyway, so no big loss."

"Chuck made it seem like you wanted him out."

"Well, he's partially right." She said "but I felt it was better to work with someone I knew, so who better than you?" 

"I guess I can't argue with that."

"Great! OK, get yourself squared away and meet me in the arena, you can get some shots of the soundcheck and her meet 'n greet." She said as she handed me a backstage pass "I'll make sure there's a laminated one ready for you." She said as she hurried off, chattering into her cellphone as she walked away. 

A half hour later, I was escorted into the empty arena. It wasn't a huge one but ideal for a show like this one. I got my main camera out and as I was getting things together, a small group of teen girls was led in and were met at the stage by Amy and a big guy I later found out was a bodyguard named Ike. I could faintly hear Amy welcoming them and after a small speech, her voice went up in excitement.

"OK, is she there?" Amy said looking towards the side of the stage "OK, everyone! Say hi to...Demi Lovato!"

Instantly, all the girls screamed and went for their camera phones as she walked out from the wings wearing black jeans and a Texas Rangers jersey, topped off with a vintage denim jacket. Her thick reddish-brown hair looked gorgeous and she had an electric smile for everyone. I started snapping a few shots when Amy came down to join me.

"Great spot, Jim. She always enjoys these." She said

"Want me to do shots of her with fans?"

"Oh! That would be great! We can do those after the show and put them on her site."

Demi was all smiles as she answered every question;

"Is Demi your real name?"

"It's actually short for Demetria."

"Do you just play piano?"

"I play guitar too, I'm getting better at it, not perfect yet but I'm getting better"

"Who's your favorite guitar player?"

"Right now, I love this British guy named Jimmy Page, he's the guy in Led Zeppelin, um, the guys in the Eagles are really cool too. The guys in the Stones are great. I'm really into players from long ago for some reason. Their stuff just sounds so cool to me."

While Demi answered questions from the fans I moved to the side of the stage and snapped off a few shots. Demi looked over at me as I lowered my camera, we gave smiles to one another.

"I hope you're getting my good side." Demi said jokingly

"Oh, with you every side's a good one." I said in the same tone, making everyone laugh

Demi seemed to like our little flirtation and watched me closely as I clicked away. Her interaction with fans was sweet as she gladly answered all their questions before performing 2 songs acoustically. After a few more questions, Amy saw her cue and stepped in to wrap things up as Demi thanked everyone and went offstage. The fans were still giggling at their encounter with Ms. Lovato as they were led out.

"Great job Jim! We'll have to get together for dinner you can show me your photos." Amy said as she bounded off the stage. 

Showtime came and the arena was filled with 2,000 screaming teenage girls waiting for Demi to hit the stage. As this show was intended as a warm-up for her tour, she did a mix of her own songs and some cover tunes. She opened the show with her take on Thin Lizzy's "Jailbreak", complete with Police lights and sirens. Her version of "Moves Like Jagger" got the biggest response, but I was surprised by her take on Elvis' "All Shook Up". Somebody in her band must've heard Rod Stewart's version and Demi really took to Rod's vocalizing of the line "I'm in love...I'm in love...I'm in love...I'm in love...I'm allllll shook up!" It gave her band a chance to show off, in particular her guitarist who added some nasty slide guitar tricks. And for an encore, it was another Thin Lizzy classic "The Boys Are Back in Town" followed by Queen's "Crazy Little Thing Called Love". I think she chose that one just so she could sing the line "...take a long ride on my motorbike 'til I'm ready" and her band could yell back "Ready Demi?" 

Whoever did her setlist was someone I wanted to meet, if only to check out their music collection. 

The backstage area was its usual hubbub as I went into a side room decorated like a cozy bar and got my gear setup. Soon Amy and Ike the security guy came in and quickly checked the room.

"Checking for stalkers?" I said with a chuckle

The pair looked at me with an expression that said my remarks were NOT funny before leaving the room. A few minutes later Demi was brought in, she'd changed into a loose green t-shirt with royal blue Addidas pants.

"Hi, camera guy!" she said to me with a cute little wave "I can't wait to see your photos." 

"Well, I hope they meet with your satisfaction." I said back

"They will, I know they will." She said confidently

Amy led a group of fans in and we were quickly snapping photos of Demi with her fans, many wearing purple concert shirts with her face on them. She freely hugged and posed with every one, she certainly loved her fans. 

After about an hour, the group was escorted out.

"Thanks, Jim" Amy said as she left with Demi "Meet us up at the Summit and we'll have dinner."

The Summit was a luxury, members-only type restaurant at the top of the casino and it offered a spectacular view of the strip. Amy and Demi arrived first, I quickly setup an IPad to show all the photos I took. I sat in between Demi and Amy as we clicked through the shots I took. I went for a mix of color and black and white shots and Demi was excited by the variety of photos.

"Wow, you take good photos Jim!" she said excitedly "I don't which one I like best."

Demi looked so casually gorgeous now in a black dress with gold jewelry accents. She had a beautiful perfume on too, unless that was Amy's.

Amy started to tell how I'd worked with her long ago on a shoot with Rihanna and later on the Triple Threat Tour. Demi eagerly wanted to hear all about it, as she was one of her favorite singers and excited about a song she planned to do on Rihanna's next album. I tried not to look embarrassed as Amy told how good my work was, or how Rihanna had surprised me one night onstage when it was my birthday. Over dinner Amy talked about the upcoming tour. It would be a huge cross-country trip, her biggest yet. 

"Maybe we should get Mr. Photo Guy here to come with us." Demi said with a giggle as she playfully gripped my arm.

"Yes, you can never have too much of an entourage, you know." Amy added

I knew that as much fun as the idea sounded, I wouldn't be available as Artists Unlimited was committing to several film projects in different parts of the country, and I'd be needed for at least one or more of them.

None of us were drinking. Demi declined a glass of wine, noting how proud she was of her sobriety and stuck to ginger ale, as did I. 

As we finished dinner, Amy stepped out to take a call on her phone, leaving me alone with Demi. 

"So, Jim...what do you think of Vegas?" she asked as she leaned forward in her chair

I rolled my eyes in response

"Well, it's definitely a city that never sleeps. I've been here a few times but I've never really gotten a chance to see much of it. I'm always working."

"I know just how you feel" she said with a nod "the last year has just been so non-stop for me. When we finish this tour I'm taking a lonnnng vacation on a beach somewhere." She said with a big smile

"Oh, take me with you." I said casually

Demi responded with a sly smile 

"You got it, babe." She replied with a smile as our glasses clinked.

Amy returned now

"I've had enough, guys. I'm calling it a night." She said

"Good idea, Jim it was so nice meeting you." Demi said with a kiss

"The same here." I said as we parted outside the restaurant.

Demi made sure to look over her shoulder and wink at me as she left.

Amy was right, I was beat too. It had been a whirlwind day and I hadn't even asked if they'd need me for anything else. So my return home was uncertain at the moment, wonderful.

I wandered through the casino, taking the long way back to my room. It was still intoxicating to be there, even without betting a dime. As I passed by a huge window that looked out onto the pool, I noticed the west tower. It was there that Paris Hilton had surprised me, and provided one memorable sleepover. I could see the penthouse suites at the top lit up and maybe a few shadowy figures on the balconies. I wonder if she ever bought a place there, she'd said they'd made her an offer to buy one. 

Thinking about that time made me smile.

I turned and saw something else that made me smile, no, make that gasp. Amidst the glittering lights of the casino, atop a platform that slowly rotated, with a light that only made it sparkle, it sat.

And man, was it beautiful.

Two wheels of retro glory. Red, white and blue teardrop gas tank, chrome everywhere the eye could see.

It was Peter Fonda's Harley Davidson motorcycle, straight out of Easy Rider, on display at a Vegas casino with a small collection of other classic movie cars and bikes.

All I could do was look and say "Whoa..."

I immediately got out the little Nikon camera I'd just bought. The irony was not lost on me. Here I was, a big time photographer who traveled the world, who tonight had snapped dozens of concert shots of one Demi Lovato, with top of the line equipment, and to photograph a piece of movie history all I had at this moment was the little point and shoot camera I'd bought at Wal-Mart along with a bag of kitty litter for Smokie the cat.

The bike looked beautiful, like it had rolled out of the movie, intact. Next to it, fittingly, was the orange Harley Dennis Hopper had ridden. The jackets and hats each had worn in the film were hanging on the bikes too. Man, was it beautiful.

"Great way to end the night." I said to myself after I'd photographed each from every angle I could think of. 

The next morning, I was attacking the breakfast buffet and reading the comics when my phone rang. 

"Hey, Jim!" it was Amy calling "Are you on your way to the airport?"

"No, I was about to book an afternoon flight, why?"

"Uh-huh...Let me ask you this" she said slowly "Would a location shoot be impossible for you to do on short notice?"

I was a little dumbfounded.

"Uh...depends on the location, I guess."

"I see, okay, well let me bounce an idea off of you." She replied, sounding thoughtful 

"If you wanted to do more photos, your ideas alone, what could be setup on short notice, like within the casino grounds or close by?" she asked

"Man, I-I'm not sure. The casino certainly has a lot of possibilities but I don't have all my gear here and..." 

I happened to look down at the Nikon holding the bike photos I took last night, and heard a loud "click" in my head.

"Uh, does Demi like motorcycles?"

A few phone calls later, and I was riding in a limo with Demi Lovato and her manager Amy Adamson. Behind us was a van carrying the Harley motorcycle from the casino. Amy had cleverly arranged with them to have the bike trucked out to some desert land the casino owned for the afternoon. My idea was to photograph her posing on the bike on a flat part of the desert, maybe with the sun setting behind her. It was pretty impromptu, I'll say that, but if it worked it would be spectacular.

"WOW! What a beauty!" Demi shouted as the bike was wheeled out of the van. "And this was in a movie?" she said as her hair and makeup people worked their magic.

"Well, sort of, classic film from the sixties called 'Easy Rider'" I said as I stood nearby "but it's not the actual bike from the film, this is like a precise copy of it."

"Still, it's a beauty." Demi said with a smile to me as she gently ran a finger over the gas tank while looking at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, the rep from the casino was tapping his watch while looking at me. 

"Right! OK! Let's get it on, people!" I said excitedly to the small crew assembled and we got to work.

Demi wore a replica of the Fonda jacket with its American flag stitched on the back and black leather pants as she looked seductively over her shoulder, like she was the one riding the bike. The shoot went perfectly, Demi seemed to look the part of a biker chick as she draped herself on the bike, sunglasses on or off, the desert winds gently blowing through her thick brown hair better than any studio wind machine could. At one point I had her sit on the ground at an angle for a close-up that would show her reflection on the chrome of the Harley's "panhead" engine. 

And I got my "sunset photo" at just the right time. Demi looked great!

"That's a wrap, everyone! Thank you!" I said as the casino guys immediately grabbed the bike like it was a stack of winning poker chips.

"Wow, this was so much fun!" Demi said as she hugged me "I can't wait to see these photos! You are such a cool guy!"

"Aw, shucks, ma'am I'm just doing my job." I replied to laughter from her

"Well, you do it very well. Bye, babe!" Demi said as she went off to the limo with Amy. 

"Thanks, Billy...I owe you one." I said to the driver as I shut the door on the truck that delivered me back into Vegas. Yeah, maybe I should've ridden back in the limo with Demi, but I figured it was only right to help out the people who are often the real reason shoots like this go as planned.

I'd just gotten back to my room when I realized I should've sprung for burgers on the way. Oh well...maybe room service is still open. Just as I started to look over the menu, there was a knock on my door. Looking through the peephole I saw it was Demi.

"Hiya!" she said in that bouncy tone of hers as I opened the door "I didn't know if you'd eaten anything so..."

She held up a takeout bag from the Mexican restaurant in the hotel.

"Better than room service, I promise." She said 

"Well, who am I to argue." I shrugged as she breezed in past me wearing an oversized pink t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

"I don't know what you like to drink, so I figured water was best." She said as she quickly set things up "Can I see the photos you took?"

"Uh, sure, that's a good idea." I replied as I went for my gear bag

"I'm still so jazzed up from the photo shoot and the concert last night." She said excitedly "I mean, can you, like, sleep?"

I was at a loss for words at the moment, so I just gave a look of agreement

I quickly hooked up the IPad again and started to click through each shot.

"Oh...my...god! These are so cool!" she said excitedly of a shot where she looked over her shoulder at the camera "I look so dangerous here!"

"Thanks, I wasn't sure if they'd turn out like I imagined."

"Whoa, I really look good there, don't I? Like a real biker chick."

"Yes...and the bike's nice too."

We both laughed heartily and Demi clutched my arm as she laughed

She now looked at me with an easy smile

"You're a funny guy, Jim." She said "I'm really glad you came out here. You made all the difference, you really did."

"Well, Amy's a friend and all so..." I shrugged





Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 55



We now looked at each other in silence.

"Um, c-could I, uh, are there more shots?" she asked hesitantly

"Yes" I said quickly as I clicked on the next set

I had a feeling something was about to happen but my inner voice told me not to move too fast, you could be wrong.

The next batch of photos came up and Demi continued to be impressed by my work. We now came to the shot of her face reflected on the bike's chrome.

Demi gasped then said "Oh, awesome...so awesome..." 

Demi's voice gradually softened with each shot she saw.

"I look really hot there don't I?"

"Yes, you, uh, you do." I replied, trying not to catch her eye.

It didn't work

Demi was looking at me closely

"Um, is there anyone, uh, special in your life now?" she asked "I mean...you got a girlfriend? Or is it a boyfriend?

I was a little shocked at the second part of her question, but I suppose it was a valid one to ask.

"No, and definitely no" I replied deftly answering the "orientation question" as it were "Uh, with my work and all, I really don't have the time."

"It's the same with me. People always ask if I'm seeing anyone." She said as she was closer to me than before 

"That makes sense, it really does." 

"Yeah, but I don't think I'm ready to get back into that scene...not just yet."

"Plus it gives you a chance to practice the fine art of question dodging."

Demi giggled at my response then her voice softened

"It's not like I don't...fool around, you know." She said with a small smile

We were both looking at each other, like there was an unspoken dialogue going on between us.

"It's not like I don't either." I replied

"I like to fool around." She said softly

I boldly replied

"I do too."

I then leaned in and softly kissed her cheek, then her lips. She returned the kiss to me, just as softly.

"That feels nice." She whispered

"I like it too." I said as I kissed her again, her tongue touching mine now

"My, you're a good kisser." She said with a small giggle

"You are too."

I kissed Demi again and could hear a soft moan come from her 

As we parted, she smiled

"Maybe we should, be on the bed?" she said

I nodded

We slowly moved to the bed as I dimmed the lights

"Thanks, I'm always a little nervous at times like this." She said as I joined her

"I am too" I replied "I'm always afraid I'll do something wrong."

Demi gently held me

"That makes two of us." She said as she kissed me

Our kisses felt beautiful as our hands began to wander over each others' body. I could hear little sounds of pleasure coming from her as we kissed.

"It's been awhile for me, you know." 

"I guess that makes two of us there too." I responded

Demi smiled sweetly back to me as she slowly moved atop me and softly ran her fingers down my chest.

"You look good there." She said 

"Well, you do too."

I was so nervous at this moment. We seemed to be repeating one another's words. It was like we didn't know what to do next. Demi leaned down close to my face and whispered in my ear.

"Would you like to...take your clothes off?"

Her eyes let me know I wasn't dreaming

Demi and I both sat up and she reached for the bottom of my Polo shirt and slowly pulled it up over my head and off then ran her fingers down my chest again.

"Ohhhh...that feels so nice." She smiled

It was my turn

I reached for Demi's pink t-shirt, but she stopped me

"No...let me..." she said

Demi Lovato reached down and slowly pulled the shirt upwards, but kept her arms covering her breasts bashfully. Then she slowly lowered her arms until her breasts were fully exposed. They looked beautiful, nice and large and I couldn't help but gasp as I saw them in the slightly dim light of the room.

"What do you think?" she said hesitantly and with a shy smile 

"Beautiful...very beautiful" I replied in a soft voice as I got close to her and kissed her neck as my hand gently grasped her left breast, she moaned softly and I could tell her mouth was open, eyes closed. Her breast felt soft and warm the more I caressed it. My fingers brushed across her nipple and it was diamond hard. She softly moaned as I felt her nipple while still kissing her. Her arms were softly draped around me and she was slowly drawing me closer. I gently moved her down to the bed so I was on top of her. I kissed her neck and moved down to her tits. Her breaths were soft and passionate. I finally kissed her beautiful tits, softly licking around her nipples. Demi moaned softly the more I pleasured her nipples with my tongue, they were very erect and begging for more. My other hand began to drift down to her pants.

"Honey...please...let me..." she said softly

I sat up and she started to pull her sweatpants off. I took this as my cue to do the same. Demi had on black bikini panties trimmed in pink.

"Nice unmentionables you have on there." I said, making her smile

"Thank you, honey." She replied as she sat up on her knees.

I already had my jeans off and Demi saw my "unmentionables"

"Yours are nice too." She giggled as she came over to me on her knees and embraced me.

My arms held her close but my hands drifted down to the silky material of her panties, and I daringly slipped a hand inside to caress her ass. It felt very nice! I could feel Demi doing the same.

"Mmmm...you've got a nice ass, hon." She said

"So do you."

"Thank you, I love how it's gotten bigger."

"Oh, so you...wanna be J-Lo huh?"

"Ohhh, I'd love to feel her ass...I'd love her pussy too...but you know what I really want?"

"What?" I asked as we caressed each other bodies

"I want your dick." She whispered in my ear "I wanna see it."

I looked at her and her eyes and smile told me she meant it. Her hand caressed the front of my briefs and I grew harder the more she felt it, she reached down inside them and her soft hands now found my dick and were wrapped around it. Her soft breaths sounded so sexy as she began to feel it more. I slipped my briefs down as best I could so I was fully exposed, and she liked what she saw, and felt. 

"Oh, wow...so nice...so nice." She said softly as she began stroking it "does that feel good?"

"Feels really good." 

"I like that..." she said softly before looking up at me as she kissed my dick.

"Does that feel good too?" she asked

I could only nod my head

Demi softly kissed and licked my dick as I stood on the side of the bed.

"Let me lie down on the bed, it'll be better" I said

I stepped out of my briefs and Demi did the same, I could see she still had tiny wisps of hair around her pussy, very sexy. I lay on the bed and Demi immediately kissed me deeply before moving slowly down to my dick. With her legs tucked under her ass, she held it in her hands, admiring it and softly jerking it before it disappeared into her mouth. Her head began to bob up and down on it.

"How am I doing?" she asked

I could barely respond, I think my eyes said it all. Demi giggled before resuming her lip service. I could feel her tongue as it swirled around the head.

"D-Demi...let me...m-make you feel good." I croaked out

"How?

"Swing your legs over me."

Her eyes widened in response

"I've never done that before" she said with a bashful look 

"Well, uh, if you don't like it...w-we don't have to do it."

Demi bit her lower lip, then gave me a naughty smile

"Okay" she said softly

Demi swung herself over my face and I could see her pretty pussy. I caressed her cute ass and slowly drew it down to my mouth. I could feel her continue to blow me but now I could hear soft moans as she felt my tongue touch her nether regions. My tongue soon penetrated her pussy and she was already beautifully warm and wet from my licking. I heard her moans more clearly now, I wished I could see her face, see the ecstasy she was feeling at this moment. I could only imagine it, and it made me lick her pussy more, I wanted to send her over the edge. I used my fingers to open her up a little more. She continued a steady stream of moans and breathing that sounded sexy as they grew louder. I could no longer feel her tongue on my dick, I just knew from the sound of her moans that she was lost in the feeling I gave her. 

"Does that feel good Demi?"

"Uh-huh!" she gasped "Don't stop!"

I continued to probe her with my tongue

"Ohhhh...don't stop...don't stop....oh god...oh god...oh god!" she cried out

Demi let out a long moan before collapsing onto me and then rolling over onto her back. She looked incredible as she laid there, legs spread casually and lightly touching her nipples. Her pussy looked so nice!

"That...was nice!" she said breathing hard and smiling at me

I sat up and slowly moved on top of her, kissing deeply with our tongues merging. My arms wrapped around her back as we kissed, she seemed to know what would happen next and opened her legs so she could feel all of me.

My dick effortlessly slipped into Demi Lovato's pussy, it felt warm and tight, her legs wrapped around me and we were now merged together. I began thrusting into her and her moans sounded even sexier now than before. She loved to kiss me as we fucked, and hearing her sexy breaths in my ear was incredible.

"Oh baby...yessss...oh yes...so good..." she whispered to me "I love this...so good"

I loved how her pussy just seemed to envelop my dick. 

"You feel so good...oh baby...so good..." she moaned

"I love this Demi...feels good to me too..."

"Baby..." she said as she looked at me "...talk dirty to me... talk nasty..."

"Oh, yeah? You like that?"

"Uh-huh...I love it...be nasty" she said with wide eyes and a big smile

I kissed her deeply, then moved to her ear

"I love your pussy, Demi...so hot..."

"Call me Demetria...it sounds sexy"

"Demetria...mmmm so nice fucking you...fucking your sweet pussy..."

"Oh yesss..." she purred "I love the way you fuck me...such a nice cock"

"You like my cock, huh?"

"I love it"

"You like how it fucks you...Demetria?"

"Ohhh...I love how it fucks me...so good"

"Such a good fuck..."

"Yeah...fuck me baby...fuck my pussy with that cock"

"Let's make it better" I said

I sat up, my dick slipped out of her and she instinctively turned around and raised her ass to me.

"Gonna do you from behind Demi...mmm...you've got a nice ass baby. You think you can handle my dick?"

"Fuck me Jim...just fuck me. Fuck me with that beautiful cock"

I got behind Demi Lovato and slid my dick back into her, she did have a nice ass. She groaned as I filled her up and I caressed her smooth skin as I fucked her. She buried her face in a pillow before jerking up and letting out a loud moan.

"OhhhhhFUUUUCCCKKKK!" she cried out "FUCK ME JIM!!"

I gave her ass a spanking as I thrust in and out of her

"I'm fucking you Demi!"

"Oh fuck me Jim! Fuck my pussy!!"

"I'm fucking you Demetria! Fucking your sweet pussy!"

"God, yes!! Fuck me!" she cried

"You gonna cum soon Demi? Gonna cum on my dick?"

"Make me cum Jim...please make me cum...make me cum!" she pleaded and moaned "Oh god...oh god...Ohhhhhhh...I'm cummmmmminnnngggg!" she cried out

I continued to fuck her as she climaxed in a wave of cries and grunts. I pulled her up so I could kiss her neck and fondle her tits. Her nipples were still erect and felt great as they slipped through my fingers. Demi was still moaning and breathing heavy all the while.

"Baby...can you be on top of me, I wanna be kissing you when you cum." She said

I nodded and she slowly turned over, she wasn't exhausted but might be getting there for all I knew.

We changed positions and were quickly tight against one another. Her pussy was so nice as I fucked her again, her legs arched as I thrust into her again and again, wave after wave of pleasure coming over us. Demi's hands were on my back and we kissed deeply, our tongues touching. Demi was climaxing yet again, her breaths and gasps getting rapid, I fucked her harder, I could feel my own climax coming.

"Gonna cum baby...gonna cum..." I said quickly

"Yes! Cum for me...cum inside me...cum in my pussy!"

I could hold out no more and exploded into her pussy. 

"...Oohhhhhhhggodddddd!" she cried out "I can feel it! I feel it...so good!"

Demi's eyes were closed and there was a look of ecstasy on her face, she soon gave a smile of pure pleasure as her climax subsided. I felt the same way and I softly kissed her lips.

"You feel so nice" I said softly

"You too...just hold me." She replied

I soon rolled off her and she was quickly wrapped around me. The stillness of the room soon overwhelmed us. I could barely hear the traffic outside.

"I feel so nice, Jim...this was so beautiful."

I was speechless but held her tightly against me, she knew what I was trying to say and we were soon asleep.

I was awakened by a "clunk" sound. I turned over and saw Demi had knocked her bag to the floor.

"Sorry!" she said softly

"No, not a problem" I said as I yawned and rubbed my eyes "you look good even like that"

Demi was still naked and looked at me with an "oh, come on" expression.

"Any guy can say that" she said as she gathered her things

"Maybe, but, uh not every girl looks like you"

Demi looked at me with that casual smile of hers

"Not every guy looks like you"

"Touché`" I replied

Demi got on the bed and slowly crawled on all fours to me and we kissed.

"This was fun" she said softly "we should do this again"

"Anytime" I said and kissed her again

A cellphone buzzed

"Oh, shit" Demi groaned "my phone"

"No, sounds like mine" I said and went for my jeans

I answered and it was Amy

"Do you know where Demi is?" she asked

I looked over at her as she was dressing

"Uh...no...I haven't seen Demi this morning" I said in a tone she quickly picked up on. She quickly moved her arms and mouthed the words "no no no" and started to act like she was running

"Maybe she hit the gym?" I said while looking at her, getting a thumbs-up from Demi

There was a pause on the other end of the phone

"She's there with you, isn't she?" Amy said

"No! What gives you that idea?" I said, startled

"I've worked with you before, Jim." She said wearily "as well as your partner, God rest his soul."

Fooling her wasn't gonna be easy.

Amy sighed

"Just tell her she's got a radio interview in an hour." She said before hanging up

Demi was in the bathroom

"Amy says..." I started

"...radio interview, yes, I know!" she said as she emerged wearing the same sweats and t-shirt combo as last night.

"Whoa! Wait a sec" I said "Uh, do you want to be perceived as taking the walk of shame, you know wearing that?"

"What do you mean?" she asked looking at her clothes

"I got an idea" I said as I rummaged through my things "here, the less the suspicion, the better"

I tossed her my jeans and a t-shirt

"Ah, I see!" Demi said as she quickly changed "I'm not crazy about the shirt, but the jeans will do"

I looked and saw she had one of my Red Sox shirts

"You know I'm a Rangers fan" she said with a giggle as she slipped it on "OK, how's that?"

"Looks good" I said as I nodded

"OK, I'm off" she said as we went to the door

I opened it and checked both ends of the hallway. Only a solitary maids cart was seen at the end of the long hallway. I nodded at her that the coast was clear.

Demi Lovato and I kissed deeply in the hallway

"You know where to find me" I said

"I sure do!" she said with that big smile of hers "bye, babe"

Demi quickly made a path for the elevators and I was alone. I went back in the room and started to look over the room service menu. I smiled as I thought about her, but then suddenly realized something else as I looked at my duffel bag.

I'd given her the only pants I brought.

Yep, I'm "Hollywood Jim" alright.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 56



The dry arid desert land was unchanged, and unforgiving.

A distant rider could be seen, riding powerfully aboard a fast stallion. 

She looked behind and could see them in the distance.

The clouds of dust only confirmed it.

Three other riders were in hot pursuit. 

Her destination was the old fort outside of town. Long since abandoned, it was slowly succumbing to the dust and tumbleweeds. Its white adobe stone walls were surrounded by a balcony that encircled the structure and whose wooden beams were quickly rotting away.

She rode through its front gates and into an abandoned space that had probably been a barracks or stable. She quickly dismounted and knew she was as out of breath as her horse. She checked her armaments. Her twin Colt revolvers were loaded, as well as the big Colt Dragoon that had been her husband's service revolver, extra gun belts were at the ready. She pulled out the sawed-off Winchester rifle, dubbed the "Mare's Leg" by its previous owner, a bounty hunter named Josh Randall who taught her all she'd need to know, and died when he encountered her quarry before she did. It would be most effective for close action.

She tensed up as she heard the hoof beats of their horses as they arrived, Butch Malone accompanied by his brothers, Sam and Pete. They were wanted men throughout the territories; numerous rewards had been posted for their capture. "Dead or alive" they all read.

"Hannie! Hannie Caulder!"

She knew it was Butch Malone, the man who'd murdered her beloved husband some months before and sent her on a quest, her quest for vengeance.

"I know you're out there woman...come on out...let's talk a spell."

The cackle in his voice and his brothers told her that talking was the last thing they had in mind. She had to put the memory out of her mind, what they did to her, how they murdered her husband before her eyes.

"Don't think about it." She told herself repeatedly through tightly closed eyes "don't think about it!"

"Gonna give you to three and then we're gonna tear this place down to find ya!" Butch yelled out 

"One..."

This was it.

"Two..."

She cocked the trigger on the Mare's Leg and remembered what she'd been taught

"...your first shot is the most important, it can end the fight or buy you time in a fight, make it count girl...make it count!"

"Three!"

She burst out of the doorway and the rifle thundered her answer to their threats. The Malone's were caught off guard and their response was from their pistols.

The rifle's power threw her off-balance and she fell to the ground, just as a loud "POP" sound was heard above.

"CUT! CUT! CUT!" the director yelled "What the hell was that?"

"Bulb on the spotlight blew out Mark!" the lighting man called from above

"Alright...get it fixed and we'll do it again!" he said wearily "Miley are you alright?"

Miley Cyrus got up from the ground and brushed off the dust from her clothes. 

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think the gun threw me off balance."

"No, the way you did it looked fine." Mark replied "OK, everyone let's take a break while Edison does his magic"

I stood by the director's chair as Miley came over. She had on tight dusty blue jeans with a thin multi-striped poncho thrown over her topped with a flat brimmed hat. Add in her straight red hair and she certainly looked like her predecessor, Raquel Welch, for this remake of her western film "Hannie Caulder".

She came over and gave me a quick hug

"How'd I look?" she asked

"Dangerous" I replied

"Cool!" she said, adding a quick kiss on my cheek.

We'd been down on this patch of land in Arizona that was owned by John Wayne's family for two weeks shooting her new film. Once this portion was done, we'd move to the confines of a studio back lot for other scenes in the film. Directing was an old friend of mine, Mark Stein. Mark and I went way back and this was to be his directing debut after a few years shooting commercials and video footage for concerts.

"Hannie Caulder" was a remake of a Raquel Welch western and would star Miley in the title role. Her character was a young bride assaulted and raped by the Malone Brothers, her husband murdered. Trained by a bounty hunter named Josh Randall, she goes on a quest to track down the brothers. 

Miley grabbed a large bottle of water out of a cooler, removed her hat and dumped most of it over her head, shaking it from her red hair.

"You doin' OK?" she asked me

"Yeah, this is pretty wild to see, I know the photos are gonna look great." I said as I sipped my own water

"I never thought I could miss air conditioning like I do now."

"Well, weren't you the one who insisted on shooting down here?"

"That was Mark's idea!" she said with a smile as she wiped some water from her forehead "I just backed him up, hell, I didn't know he'd really go through with it!" 

"Well, if you ask me, this is gonna look great when it's finished. You don't see many westerns anymore."

"I think I know why" she said as she looked around before giving me a smile that made us both laugh.

Mark called everyone back and began choreographing the shootout with Miley as the stunt coordinator listened intently and gave his input. I took this as my cue to reload for any good action shots that might happen. Mark was looking for a spectacular shootout as the climax to the film. He wasn't trying to outdo Peckinpah, but whatever he had planned was sure to be good from what I could hear. 

The Malone brothers scattered for position as Hannie rolled on the ground towards a back staircase. Pete's shotgun sent bits of wood and adobe stone flying towards her. Hannie responded with a barrage from the Mare's Leg. Taking a quick breath she dashed up the stairs amid pistol fire from the brothers. With Butch yelling "get her!" they headed towards the staircase in pursuit of Hannie Caulder.

As Pete ran up the stairs, Hannie jumped out from a doorway at the top and fired her Colt pistols in rapid fire succession sending Pete flying backwards down the stairs, landing at the feet of Sam.

"CUT! Print that one! Great work guys!" Mark called out to applause from the crew "That's it for today everyone, great work!" 

Now inside, Hannie quickly looked around to assess the location, the rooms were all empty, no places to hide; she'd be out in the open for anyone to see. Suddenly the windows shattered as the Malone brothers opened up with their armaments. Hannie grabbed part of her poncho to cover her face and ran the length of the structure as glass fragments flew everywhere. The rooftop might be her best bet but the only way up there would be to go back the way she came and climb an outside ladder. And she could hear another set of footsteps coming up those stairs. She braced herself against a wall, an open doorway on her right; maybe she could catch them off guard if they ran past her. The bare rooms, plus the creaky floors only amplified any footsteps. She tried not to breathe too hard. Whoever was coming up those stairs might hear it. But her heart was beating so fast.

What could she do?

Sam Malone slowly walked into the empty room, looking from side to side, holding his Winchester rifle at the ready. A succession of open rooms faced him with no doors to stop him as they'd all been removed long ago by scavengers. 

"She's here," he thought "I know she is."

As he slowly entered each room, the glass fragments on the floor crackled under his every step, no sign of the redheaded gunfighter.

Another room was in sight.

He saw no glass on the floor here as he looked around. He heard what sounded like a pebble hitting the floor and he whirled to his right and opened fire with the Winchester. But all he hit was the stone walls and broken windows. Another pebble like sound was in front of him and he whirled towards that too.

Outside, Butch heard the gun shots and aimed his rifle, waiting for his chance. Hiding in an adjoining room, Hannie made a run for a door that led outside onto the balcony, she stopped just at the edge of it and the rotted wood broke underneath, her left leg broke through and dropped her to one knee. She was trapped! And now vulnerable to an attack from Butch on the ground and Sam who appeared on the balcony and spotted his brother below

"Over there! Get her!" he yelled as he ran over and aimed his rifle.

Sam turned and saw Hannie struggling to free herself. He aimed the rifle but realized he had no bullets. He threw it down and pulled out his revolver just as Hannie freed herself. Lying on her side she fired her revolver in a desperate shot.

Sam was hit in the chest and staggered for a moment then fell forward, crashing through the balcony and to the ground below.

Butch's rifle began firing now and she returned fire with the Mare's Leg. Her powerful rifle knocked Butch off his feet and she heard a sudden groan from him as he hit the ground. It looked like he'd been hit in the side or the leg, she couldn't tell for sure. 

Knowing that Butch was wounded, Hannie ran down the balcony that encircled the garrison and headed for the opposite side. Though wounded, Butch could see her and quickly opened up with the Remington, but he aimed for the wooden beams supporting the balcony. The rotted wood quickly splintered and cracked as the balcony crumbled under her feet as she ran. She whirled around and fired the Mare's Leg again just as she was hit in the shoulder and legs by the shotgun. The impact threw her into a wall as the balcony collapsed, sending her tumbling downward.

"CUT! CUT! CUT!" Mark yelled "Print that one!" he said excitedly

Miley whistled and clapped as she stood next to me. The stunt crew ran to extract her stunt double from the wreckage.

"That was awesome!" she said out loud "Wow! I can't believe how they did that!"

"That's Hollywood, Miss Miley." Mark said to her

Her stunt double emerged from the wreckage and gracefully bowed to the cheering crew. 

Hannie could feel the pain from the buckshot in her leg, her shoulder and back ached as she pulled herself out of the tangle of wooden beams. She looked out carefully before trying to walk. Everything seemed clear. In the distance she could see Pete's body at the foot of the stairs, Sam's was crumpled in a heap nearby. There was no sign of Butch, though. Slowly she hobbled through the main yard of the garrison towards her horse. She knew more ammo was there, and possibly an escape. She could see her horse as he poked his head out from the doorway, but she didn't dare call him over with the little whistle she often used. She smiled slightly and tried to quicken her pace as the pain went through her.

A shotgun blast threw her to the ground again and she screamed out in pain as she lay on the ground. She turned over and saw Butch slowly walking towards her carrying Pete's shotgun.

He let out a lecherous cackle.

"Well, well, well..." he cackled "Look what I got here...a little missy with a big gun."

Hannie looked down and saw the blood on the ground. She could also see the wounds Butch had. In particular the bloody wound on his upper leg.

"You were so tough, Miss Hannie Caulder" he sneered "Now look at ya...just a scared little woman...kinda like the little woman I saw once before."

His smile now turned into a face of pure evil

"Get up, you little bitch...GET UP!" he snarled

Hannie looked to her pistol, just a foot away

"I said...GET UP!" 

Butch now stepped on her injured leg, sending a stabbing pain throughout her body and a scream from her mouth.

"GET UP!" he yelled again

"You bastard!" she spat out through tears

His response was to viciously kick her, making her scream out again as she rolled over, her right arm landing behind her head.

She felt something back there, but just as she realized what it was, she felt another kick from Butch Malone, sending another stabbing pain throughout her body.

Looking up through the pain and her tears she saw Butch silhouetted against the sun, his legs spread apart

"You killed my brothers...time for me to finish what I started." He said as he threw down the shotgun and reached for his own pistol.

"You remember this Missy?" he said as he aimed the gun at her

She remembered the gun as the one that killed her husband. It had been his service revolver during the war, the second Colt Dragoon pistol, part of a set he received from a General for valor during the war. Butch had stolen it after murdering her husband. Her own Colt Dragoon lay just a few inches away from her.

There was a moment of desperate fear as she relived that awful day, but she also saw this as her chance

"...your first shot can end a fight..." she heard Josh's voice in her head

She had only one chance now.

Hannie reached behind her, pulled out the throwing knife from her jacket collar and threw it forward with all the strength she had left. The knife sailed forward and into the dirt.

"CUT!" Mark yelled "CUT!"

Frustrated, Miley lay back and pounded her fist on the dirt

"Damn it!" she yelled "I just can't get the aim right!"

"That's OK, I think we'll end up doing an FX shot anyway." Mark said calmly as he crouched down close to her. The scene called for her to throw the knife at close range and have it land in his injured leg. Miley had instruction from a weapons expert for the scene but throwing the knife from the angle she was in proved trickier than expected.

"Could we try it one more time?" she asked, somewhat pleadingly

Mark smiled

"Aw, what the heck" he smiled "it's only Hollywood...OK everyone, let's setup for another take!"

The pain was still burning as Butch aimed the Dragoon at her head.

"Maybe I should blow that purty little face of yours off, the way you did my brother...whaddya think of that Miss Hannie Caulder?" he sneered before chuckling.

"I think I will..." he laughed and pulled the trigger

Only a "click" was heard, followed by another.

Before he could react, Hannie suddenly jolted herself forward and plunged the throwing knife into his bloodied leg.

Now Butch was the one screaming out in pain as she twisted the knife with all her remaining strength, a scream of psychotic anger coming from her, the blood gushing from his leg.

As Butch dropped to his knees and tried to reach for the knife, Hannie rolled to her left and grabbed her Dragoon. Butch turned to see the powerful gun in her hands, a look of steely determination in her eyes.

It was the last sight he ever saw.

The Dragoon exploded its ammo straight between Butch Malone's eyes.

The notorious outlaw now stood still for a second on his knees before falling face first into the dirt.

Hannie fell backwards, all the pain she'd felt from losing her husband, the way the Malone's had violated her, her long quest for revenge was suddenly released from her in a mournful cry that could be heard in the heavens.

"CUT! PRINT THAT!" Mark said firmly before turning to me

"Incredible..." he said to me with a big smile "Absolutely incredible."

Everyone on the crew applauded 

"Did you get that, Jim?" Miley called out to me as she sat up

"You bet!" I yelled back, I smartly had the camera set for "rapid fire" as I called it so I could get the most shots in succession.

"OK! Thank you everyone, that's a wrap! Let's go home!" Mark yelled out to cheers from the cast and crew. Mark had gotten all he needed at this location and we could now head back to LA and the friendly confines of a studio back lot.

As the crew started to break down things for the trip home Miley immediately came over my way.

"Come on, babe you're riding with me." She said as she took my arm

"How can I argue?" I said as I grabbed the military-styled canvas shoulder bag I was using for camera gear. 

Miley was using her tour bus for this trip. It was definitely luxurious, to say the least! The inside had colors of white and gold everywhere. The chairs and couches were black, very high-tech. She didn't even bother to change before getting on the bus in her dusty cowboy clothes. She fell onto the couch and started to pull her boots off. Once they were off, she stretched her legs out.

"Oh man...so good" she said as she laid her head back against the couch 

"Tough day at the office, dear?" I asked while checking the settings on my camera

Miley gave me that distinctive laugh of hers

"Oh yeah, tough day out on the range" she said between laughs 

There was a slight pause before she said with her southern drawl;

"Hey, cowboy..." 

I looked up and she was giving me the eye with her denim clad legs spread apart, looking very sexy

"Come on over here..." she said in that sexy Tennessee drawl

I put down my camera and leaned down to kiss her sweet lips, she returned the kisses and our embrace slowly dropped down onto the couch. I was on top of her and we softly kissed, our hands roaming all over one another.

"Mmmm...honey...I wanna get cleaned up before we do anything else." She said as we parted.

Miley sat up and headed for the bathroom, then looked over her shoulder at me.

"Come on." she said with a smile and an outreached arm

What could she have in mind?

A cozy bedroom was at the back of the bus and a tight, but usable bath next to it. Though it was a tight fit, we were both in the bathroom and began to undress one another. The dusty shirt was first and a simple black bra was underneath, as were black bikini panties. Miley got my t-shirt off and as she unbuckled my jeans, there was the first bit of hesitation on her part as she fumbled with the belt.

"I must be a little nervous." she said

"I am too, y-you look so pretty just like that."

"Aw, what a sweetheart you are, I can always count on that with you." she said as she kissed me "I missed you, Jim...you make me feel so nice."

"I missed you too. It's always special being with you."

"I'm gonna make it even more special..."

"Oh yeah, how so?"

"Watch"

Miley stepped back and turned around, facing a large mirror, she unsnapped her bra and exposed her beautiful B size tits. Looking in the mirror, she softly fondled them, giving special care to her nipples, making little circles around them with her fingers, her eyes closed slightly as a gentle wave of pleasure started to come over her.

"Like what you see, hon?" she said in a soft voice

I nodded, somehow words didn't work at this moment

She smiled back

Miley ran her fingers through her thick red hair and made like she was going to put it up, then seeing how glamorous and sexy it made her look, she struck a pose for me in the mirror before giggling. Like she was some Playmate from the "Mad Men" era, she knew I liked what I was seeing. Now she moved her hands down to the front of her panties and began to softly rub the front. I could see enough to know what she was doing. Her back arched somewhat and I could hear a soft moan come from her. She slowly worked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down just enough to see her cute ass, she wiggled it a little for me before sliding them all the way down her legs, very slowly. Miley turned to face me, completely naked, and completely turned on. Her smile was both innocent and very sexy, her tits looked beautiful and I could see her pussy was totally smooth and totally beautiful as well.

She liked what she saw of me too.

"Hey, Cowboy..." she said to me as she leaned against the sink. I embraced her and she immediately began to breathe heavily as she felt my body against hers. My dick was super hard as it touched her soft body and my hands felt her tits and we kissed lovingly.

Miley's soft hands began to touch my body, mine did the same with hers. She reached down for my dick, now soft and began to caress it, letting it slide through her hands and feeling it grow.

"Does that feel good, babe?" she softly asked




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 56



"Yes...very nice."

She leaned down to kiss me again

"Please touch me Jim...just like before."

I knew she was referring to the time we'd spent together at my place. Who knew that a chance meeting at a flea market would've led to that?

I gently held her down and we kissed long and lovingly, she felt so nice.

"Ohhhh...I missed this...feels so good..." she whispered then leaned back slightly "Fuck me Jim...do it." she said with that smile seen everywhere 

Miley's legs opened a little more and my dick slid inside her pussy, it felt warm and wet. Miley breathed in again, her mouth opened and a soft moan came from it, her eyes closed slightly, then fluttered as she felt me inside her.

I began to push into Miley's pussy. It felt so good fucking her. My arms wrapped around her lower back, her arms around my shoulders. I could feel her legs wrap around mine, she wanted me close too. Her breaths now became beautiful moans.

"Ohhhh baby....oh yeah...uh-huh...so gooood." she moaned in that sexy accent of hers "I feel it....oh yeah I feel it...so good...so good...keep doing it baby...keep doing it."

I went from hard to soft with her, I think she liked the soft way best, we both loved the feel of one another's bodies as we were wrapped together.

Just as I started to pound into her hard, I somehow lost my footing and we fell backwards onto the (thankfully) carpeted floor. There was that moment of confusion as we were brought back to reality, then wondered if we were both alive. There was a beeping sound from a small box on the wall.

"You okay?" she asked me quickly

"Yeah, I think so, what about you?"

She was breathing heavy

"Yeah, I think so."

The beep started again.

"You okay Miley?" a voice said, it was her driver from up front

Miley stood up and pushed a red button

"I'm okay...uh, just slipped and fell back here."

"You sure you're alright?"

She looked down at me as I sat up and got my bearings, I nodded back at her

"Yeah, we're...uh, I-I mean, I'm alright!"

"OK, 10-4."

We both sat there, naked, and laughed.

"Maybe we should try this in a bed from now on?" I said

"I know just the place." she said as she kissed me on the cheek

Still naked, Miley lead me into the back bedroom of the bus. It had all the comforts of home with a big soft bed, numerous pillows, stuffed animals, photos tacked on the walls, an elegant Ovation acoustic guitar leaning against a chair. Next to it with a Marshall "mini stack" amplifier nearby was a dark red Gibson SG electric guitar just like the one Angus Young used in AC/DC. She dimmed the lights slightly and we climbed onto the bed.

"You sure you're OK?" she asked as she sat back on her legs

"Uh-huh, I'm more concerned about you." I replied

"What do you think?" she replied leaning down to kiss me deeply

"Let's finish what we started...together." she said softly as she lay beside me and pulled the bedcovers over us and we fell asleep. 

How long we slept I didn't know but I heard the intercom from up front buzz us awake.

"We're here, Miley." the driver said

"OK, thanks." she said in a sleepy voice

I slowly awoke and looked around. The shades were still drawn and the room still dim.

"Where's 'here'?" I asked

"A little place I was planning to stay at once the film finished, just for overnight" she said as she put on a vintage white Led Zeppelin t-shirt that showed their first album. She opened the shades and the sunlight showed our destination.

"Whoa, what is this place?" I asked as I looked outside

"Royal Palms, it's a resort I heard was really nice out here."

"Really nice" was an understatement to say the least. The outside had the look of a Spanish villa with lush gardens and fountains all around and mountains in the background. The palm trees lining the long driveway seemed to stretch up into infinity. 

Miley hopped off the bus and looked her usual cool self with her dark aviator sunglasses on. A pair of young kids had seen the bus pull up and immediately ran up to her for autographs which she happily signed as she chatted with them. As I stood at the doorway to the bus, she looked over at me and smiled.

"I guess stuff like that never gets old, huh?" I said to her

"Never forget who got you here. I learned that from my Dad." she said proudly.

The hotel's concierge greeted us at the entrance 

"It's so good to see you again, Miss Cyrus." he said as we were escorted to a suite in a more private part of the complex "we've had a cancellation so the Montavista Terrace Suite was available after all." 

"Oh, great I'm just looking forward to a good sleep."

"Will it be just the one room you'll require?" he asked as he looked at me

"Yes, Jim's with me." She said as she held my arm

"Very good." he said as he unlocked the door to the room

The door swung open revealing a sumptuous room with a small terrace and a perfect view of the mountains. I was speechless.

"Enjoy you stay." he said as he handed Miley the key card

As the door closed and we knew we were alone

Miley looked at me and we both began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Can you believe this?" she said as she looked everywhere "Wow! Look at that view!" 

"Un-freaking-real!" I said slowly

I looked around too, the view was great, there was a large soaking tub in the bathroom and a king size bed

"What do we do first?" I asked

Miley gave me a sexy smile

"Well, besides that!" I said with a smile

She smiled back at me

"I'll tell you what I'd like."

"What's that?"

"I wanna take a long bath and just relax." she said in a sincere voice, like it was what she wanted most of all

"Good idea." I said as I looked at the room service menu with my back to her

"...and I want you to join me."

I turned and looked at her, a little surprised, but not too surprised. I learned long ago to expect the unexpected with some people, and Miley was no different.

"Uh, also a good idea." 

Miley came over and we kissed

"I'll get things started." she said in that sexy drawl of hers as she went into the bathroom. I heard water running in the tub and soon after saw a beautiful sight;

A very naked Miley Cyrus was standing in profile by the side of the tub and the soft candlelight in the room accented the womanly curves of her body. She scattered some rose petals into the tub before gracefully extending a shapely leg and dipping a toe in the water before slowly lowering the rest of her body in.

"Oh...this feels good." she said happily "I feel better already."

She was moving her hands around the tub, letting the water ripple around her. I came in the bathroom now and she looked beautiful in the tub, her red hair was tied up slightly in a loose bun, just enough so she could release it with a gentle tug. The rose petals were nearly the same color as her hair and I could smell a beautiful perfume in the water.

"Come on, join me." she said softly 

For some reason I felt a little self-conscious as I undressed in front of her but once I was naked like her I climbed into the large tub and the warm water enveloped me I became as relaxed as she was.

"What do you think?"

"I think I could get used to this."

She slowly came over to my side of the tub to give me a loving kiss and wrapped herself in my arms.

"I love how you're here with me, it's always so nice." she said softly

"Why do you say that?"

"You know what I mean, you never change. I don't know...you're just a good guy."

"I guess I'm doing something right."

"Uh-huh, babe..." she said in a beautifully soft voice

We let the water soak our stresses away. The soft glow of the candles in the room were also relaxing, they were apparently favorites of hers.

My hands began to softly caress her shoulders and she did the same with mine as we faced one another. She leaned in and we kissed again, her tongue touched mine and it felt wonderful as it slithered around with mine. She let out a soft moan, she seemed to like the feeling too. The water had made her very slippery and my hands easily slid down to touch her tits. She loved the feeling as I cupped them and caressed the nipples. She took some water in her hands and let it drip down her body and she began to wash herself slowly as I watched. Her eyes were on me the whole time, watching my reaction. She now took a washcloth and gently washed my chest. The warm soapy water felt good on my skin.

"That feels good." I said

"That's the idea, babe." She said with that classic smile of hers, the one the world saw everyday. She now handed the cloth to me;

"You do me, now." She said

Miley was closer to me now as I slowly ran the wet cloth over her shoulders and down to her breasts, her nipples were erect and her little sounds of pleasure only added to the sensual feeling we were experiencing. She casually reached up and loosened her hair tie, letting her red hair softly cascade down onto her shoulders, the tips just barely touching the water.

She leaned in and we kissed again, then she bit her lip slightly, like she was uncertain of something. Then she stood up.

"Wash my pussy." She said

Miley had a beautiful looking pussy. It had been awhile since I'd seen it close-up. It had just the slightest wisps of dark hair around it, but I could see it clearly even in the dim light. I took the washcloth and softly rubbed it over her pussy as I looked up at her. She breathed in slightly, and then exhaled a sound of pleasure. I had the cloth tightly around my fingers and it went inside her, just a little. Her legs wobbled a little and her moans were a little louder. 

"Is that OK?" I asked her

"Feels good...don't stop...don't stop baby." 

I took the cloth off and now used my fingers to probe inside her pussy. She gasped and her breaths were rapid now. 

I had one finger inside her, then two.

She loved it!

Her moans were so sexy the more I probed her with my fingers. I got in close and began to lick her pussy, it tasted wonderful. Miley was moaning constantly now as my tongue went in and out of her sweet pussy. I held her cute ass while I did all this, it felt soft and slippery.

Being down below was one thing but I wanted more of her than that. I stood and she saw my dick was now fully erect, she loved the sight of it. We embraced and our tongues merged and I felt her hand caressing my dick as we kissed. As our lips parted, she smiled.

"That felt great!" she said with that classic smile of hers

"I liked it too."

Now she turned around

"Wash my back." She said 

Her ass looked great as the soapy water made it shine beautifully in the soft light. With slow, careful and soft movements of my hand, I worked my way down the curve of her back, she shivered with pleasure as the water as it dripped down her back and she leaned into me. I reached around and felt her tits, she moaned again with pleasure.

"Maybe we should dry off and move to the bedroom." I said in her ear

"Yes...yes..." she said in a near whisper

We stepped out of the tub and she grabbed some extra-large towels and we dried one another off and went back into the bedroom area. Miley reached into her bag and pulled out an unmarked bottle and deftly spritzed what seemed like perfume on her naked body. She then slowly joined me on the bed and as she kissed me, I could smell her beautiful powdery scent.

"Oh...that's beautiful..." I said softly

"I knew you'd like it." she whispered "it's my own creation."

Then as she gently held me, she turned onto her back and her legs were spread. She didn't have to say another word.

I was on top of her and gently pushed my dick into her pussy, its warmth and Miley's breaths were soft and very erotic. I got down close to her and wrapped my arms around her head and started to fuck her. I could feel her arms wrap around me and her voice encouraged me.

"Oh baby...uh-huh, that's it...so good...oh my god so good..." she moaned "Just like that...oh god I missed this..."

I kept pushing into her, I loved how she felt. There was such a wonderful softness to her, this felt different from the last time we were together. I think she knew it too. Her moans turned into cries of passion.

"Oh god...oh baby...do it...do it...ohhhhhhhhgodddddd! I'm gonna cum...yessssss!" she cried

I slowed down as she continued to gasp and breathe hard.

"Slow down baby...oh god that's so good..." she whispered, her chest still heaving

"I wanna ride my cowboy now..." she said with a cute smile

I held onto her and slowly turned over so she was atop me. At first, she was startled by how different it felt for her in this position, but quickly loved it. I did too as I looked up at Miley as she began to rock back and forth before leaning in close so we could kiss as we fucked.

"Baby...oh I love this...so good...so good..." she whispered in my ear in that slightly raspy voice that was so sexy to hear.

Miley leaned back and felt her tits, gently touching her nipples like before.

"You like watching me, babe...like me doing this?" she said 

"I love it too...love fucking you like this..." I said

"Feels soooo gooood..." she purred "But I wanna do it like we did last time."

I knew what she meant, and it was fun that way. Miley rolled off me and turned around so she faced the large mirror on the wall.

"You wanna watch yourself, huh?" I said as I sat up

"Oh yeah, my own porno film, always wanted that." She giggled

Miley Cyrus did have a nice ass, I'll say that. I caressed it as she bent over and angled her legs outward slightly. I took my dick and slowly pushed inside her again. She let out a low "uhhhhh" as she felt me inside her. I held onto her hips and fucked her with slow, steady strokes that she loved. In the mirror, I could see she had her eyes closed, teeth occasionally clenched but then her mouth opened to let out a sexy moan the more we fucked.

God, she looked hot!

"Ohhhhhgoddddd...gonna cum again!" she said before letting out a slow gut level moan and her body relaxed.

I could feel my own explosion building but I wanted to do something more.

I reached around her waist and pulled her up and kissed her neck, making her moan even more.

"Miley...I wanna cum on your tits..." I said in her ear

"Oh yeahhh...let me do it...wanna make you feel good, babe." She said softly

Miley turned around and we sat closely facing one another. She gently took hold of my dick, slickened from her pussy and slowly started to jerk it.

"So good, babe...you made me feel so good..." she said in that sexy drawl of hers.

"I loved it, too."

She smiled that classic smile of hers

"Did I do alright with you?"

I leaned in and kissed her.

"Absolutely"

"Alright, babe...let me finish the job, then."

Her hands lovingly stroked my dick and I could feel it building inside me.

"Cum on mah boobs, babe...so beautiful...I wanna feel it all...wanna feel your dick cum babe."

That did it!

I stood up on my knees and Miley got close to me and as she softly jerked me, I exploded onto her beauties.

"Oh yeah babe! Oh yessss...beautiful!" she exclaimed as she looked at the results. She dabbed a finger on her breasts and tasted my cum.

"Not bad." She said with a smile 

Once I got my breath, I slowly fell backwards onto the bed. Miley grabbed a tissue and started to clean herself.

"Did I do alright?" she asked as she lay beside me

I breathed a long sigh

"It felt great." I said as I kissed her.

We lay together in the silence of the room.

"Feeling sleepy?" I asked her as she laid her head on my chest

She nodded

"Just feels good to be finished and to go home." She said before sitting up a little and resting her chin on my chest while looking at me "Don't get me wrong, I love making movies, but I don't like being away from home and all, know what I mean?"

"Oh, sure you like to have some kind of routine and after a while you miss that."

"Right, exactly." She replied as she lay on my chest "I think this was the roughest shoot I've ever done."

"You just want to make films where you're at a spa all day, right?"

We both laughed and she playfully slapped my chest

"Wiseguy." She said 

When I awoke I heard the shower running. I looked around for my watch, and found it was after 8 in the evening. Her phone started to ring and a picture appeared on it instead of a caller ID. I tried not to notice but I could see on her IPhone a photo of her with another man. I tried to turn the phone around so I could get a look at it and not draw attention but I saw her standing nearby in a white hotel robe and an uncertain look on her face. She could tell what I was doing.

"Is that, um, your guy?" I asked 

"Yeah, that's Liam."

"Nice photo of you two."

Miley smiled somewhat hesitantly, like she wasn't sure what my reaction would be as she took the phone and checked it.

"You make a nice couple, I've seen photos of you with him" I added "He looks like a good guy, you know, you look happy with him."

"You're not, um..."

"Jealous?"

She nodded

"Are you happy with him?"

She nodded again

"Then I'm not jealous at all."

Miley breathed a sigh of relief

"Hey, I think it's great you've got a guy like that." I added

"But, you know, you shouldn't be lonely." she now said

"Who said I was?" I replied with a smile

As Miley hugged me, I could see that "eyes closed confident smile" of hers in the mirror. I always thought she had a sweet smile.

Rather than fly back to Los Angeles, I rode with Miley in her tour bus. The long drive back was incredibly relaxing. We spent the entire drive in bed, shades drawn tightly shut, the cool darkness of the bedroom and the hum of the bus' engine helped to relax us as the miles drifted away on our drive back to Los Angeles. 

The residents of the border town were silent at the strange sight. A dust covered cowboy with long red hair slowly rode into town trailing three horses, each with a man's body draped over it. The silent rider stopped in front of the sheriff's office and dismounted. From inside two men emerged. One was the town's sheriff and the other a US Marshall named Dillon. Dillon looked at each corpse and nodded at the sheriff.

"That's them alright." He muttered "The Malone brothers."

The sheriff counted out a large stack of cash and she counted it carefully then rolled it up and tucked it in her pocket.

"I'd have that leg looked at before you leave." Dillon said

A few stitches from the local sawbones and she mounted her trusty horse, the Malone's horses fetched a good price at the livery stable and she added that to her earnings. As she was about to leave, Marshall Dillon met her with a package. 

"I think you might need this." he said

Inside was the Dragoon pistol Butch had tried to kill her with. Her husband's guns were back in her possession. She tried not to show any emotion as she read the inscription on the barrel;

"Presented to Capt. James R. Caulder for valor"

She remembered him proudly telling the story of receiving the pistols from a General whose name had been lost to the sands of time.

"Where are you planning on going from here?" Dillon asked

"I hadn't given it much thought" she said, trying not to get emotional as she held this memento of her beloved.

"Might be best if you didn't come back here for awhile, the Malone boys might be dead...but that doesn't mean there's others like them." he said firmly "And I'd like it if you'd let me handle them." He said with his eyebrows raised to make his point.

She nodded, she knew it was his way of saying thanks, but get out of town and don't come back.

"Take care of yourself, Marshall." she said as she pulled the reins on her horse to the left

"I never got your name."

She looked back at him

"Caulder, Hannie Caulder."

She quickly rode out of town.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 56



Miley had been holding my hand as we watched the film in the screening room, occasionally gripping it tightly during the tougher to watch parts. She'd covered her eyes during the rape scene, and I'll admit it was tough to watch. 

"Is it over yet?" she whispered to me

"Yes, it's OK now." I replied and held her a little closer

I guess I was lucky I hadn't done photos that day. Mark was wise to have only essential members of the crew there that day, it was his wishes, not Miley's. He was already showing himself to be not only a capable director, but a caring director for a scene that could be tough for any actress, no matter her age. Sure you could say it was only a movie but I guess when the person on the screen is next to you, you find yourself sympathizing with her.

The studio honchos were shaking Mark's hand. I could hear their comments and they seemed positive, but the final reviews would come from theatergoers.

"Come on cowboy, let's go celebrate." She said with that classic smile of hers

"Good idea, Hannie Caulder."

We both laughed as she playfully gripped my arm and we headed for my car.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 57



Author's Note-Thanks again for your patience, Hollywood Jim has had several adventures lately that will be on here soon. Fans of this series will notice this one cross references some other stories in the series as well as characters a spinoff series found elsewhere. Enjoy!



Artists Unlimited prided itself on being up on any newest technology that was out there. It went back to Chuck's software development days and it tied in to work we were doing with an electronics superstore called Odyssey Central. 

All the top members of the company got a memo informing us of an upgrade to Apple IPhone's. Chuck wanted to "keep us on the cutting edge of technology" but we all knew he was just taking advantage of a perk from a client eager to keep us and our connections throughout the industry.

"Who's Marvin Garbonski?" I asked Jeff as I read the memo
Jeff didn't look up from his laptop screen, but I see a smile come over his face
"Oh, he's our tech support chief" he replied as he looked up "interesting guy"
"According to the memo I need to have him upgrade my phone. How come I can't go the Apple store and do that?"
"Because Chuck said so, that's why." He said without looking up

 I went down to the subbasement of the building and found a door at the end of a long hallway with an imposing security panel on the side. My ID badge didn't open the door and I hit a buzzer which played a nautical whistle similar to what I used to hear on Star Trek.
"Report?" the voice inside said
"Uh, I'm here for the phone upgrade?"
"Proceed inside" and the door buzzed open

I entered a dimly lit room that was a maze of monitors, cables, humming hard drives and multi-colored lights. At a desk was hunched figure I could only see from the back who wore large headphones. 
That must be Marvin, I thought
I walked up to the figure and tapped his shoulder. The figure slowly turned around and revealed itself to be a well-constructed mannequin, startling me.

"Yes?" said a figure that suddenly appeared out of the darkness
"Uh, the phone, phone upgrade" I stuttered
 "Yes, excuse me Mr. Data" he said to the mannequin as he pushed it aside and sat down at a large computer terminal.
"What's with the mannequin?" I asked
"It's a security measure I use" he said idly as he began punching keys "keeps the software pirates at bay"

I now realized who he bore a strong, no, make that striking resemblance to.

"You know, I have to say you look so much like that guy on Big Bang Theory." I said with a smile, getting a stone faced look from Marvin in return "you know, Sheldon Cooper"
"On the contrary" he replied in the same tone as his TV alter ego "He looks and acts like me, he just won't admit it. His entire career is based on a lie, and he knows it."

"Humph" he grunted as he read the memo from Chuck "Apple IPhone, cannot believe they chose this for a phone instead of my choice. It would be the perfect answer to Steve Jobs' arrogance towards creative minds such as mine. Your phone, if you please."
I quickly handed him my AT&T issue phone
"Ancient technology...long outdated." he said as he examined it
"I just got it last year."
"You fell for it too?" he chuckled as his chair rolled over to his computer keyboard

"This company continually chooses to purchase technology that clearly shows no thought or imagination..." He said quickly as his fingers flew over the keyboard like he had 20 fingers instead of 10 "It's since become my job to know everything here, my burden as it were, to know all about how things work here, down to every animal, vegetable, mineral..."
"...you are the very model of a modern major general." I said in a singsong voice eliciting a stare of annoyance from him
"It's a joke." I said with a nervous chuckle
"Yes...you'll improve." he replied as his fingers went back to clicking a mile a minute
"Man, you should work for Microsoft."
Marvin stopped and started at me
"Oh, please...Bill Gates is beneath me, and he knows it."
This time, I said nothing 
"You'll need to delete some materials on your phone, then come back and see me" he said in that same tone "Don't take too long, my time is limited here and I choose to use it wisely."
"Aye-aye sir." I said with a salute added
"I prefer the term 'acknowledged' or 'make it so" I feel that better clarifies my status within this organization. Good day."
With that he pushed backwards on his chair and disappeared into the dim light of the room, leaving me alone.
Needless to say, I got outta there, fast! I kept thinking some kind of super-computer beast he'd created was somewhere waiting to strike.

I made it to the elevators just as Jeff Murphy was getting on. He gave me the once over and chuckled.
"Spent some time with Marvin the Martian, huh?" he said without looking at me 
"How could you tell?"
"Lucky guess."
I took a cleansing breath
"I feel like I just left the Twilight Zone." I said
Jeff continued to snicker
"You should've seen his last assistant." 
"Oh?" 
He looked at me and nodded
"He's living upstate now, really nice facility." he said as he looked down at some papers he held before turning to me "Last Christmas he sent me a potholder."

I went back to my office and started going through whatever could be deleted off the phone. I thought maybe I can get an edge on "the Martian" and just transfer everything to my laptop. I hooked up everything and watched as the photos began their slow transfer. It was a mix of candid shots on different photo jobs, me on planes with co-workers, looking jet-lagged. Surprisingly there were few shots of me with any of the ladies I'd been, shall we say, "friendly" with. The last photo was different.

It was a close up of me wearing my favorite NY Giants t-shirt. 
And holding me close was Blake Lively.
I'd forgotten all about that photo, and then remembered she took it with her phone and emailed it to me. 
What a day that was, what a weekend for that matter.

I had finally been discharged from the hospital after the shooting that occurred at the courthouse. I now had a nice little bit of hardware in my leg as a result. The events of that day were still confusing to me, I'd avoided any media coverage of the events and my boss at Artists Unlimited, Chuck Tyler, had wisely handled any press inquiries. But there was also the lady who'd been with me that day, Blake Lively. She'd accompanied me to the courthouse and we'd been happily making plans for dinner with the agency's lawyer, Michael Baldwin. She needed to make a couple of calls and went outside just as the gunfire erupted and everything changed.

She insisted on driving me home in her blue Shelby Mustang. I remembered how proud she was of the car when I first saw it, and amidst what I was going through at the time, told me how she'd been chosen by Ford to be the centerpiece of a new ad campaign for the Mustang cars. As she'd put it, she'd be "the Mustang girl". I was very happy for her. The car certainly matched the lady, that's for sure! Back when she was shooting her movie "Dreamer" in San Francisco she'd had the luxury of driving one around the city. How ironic it was that the one time I got to ride in this super machine was when I was basically an invalid. Also ironic was the first time I saw it was when I was dealing with another tragedy, the death of my business partner Chris.

Once we arrived at my condo, she insisted on helping me with anything I needed, no matter how small, despite my protestations. She'd already prepared a bunch of gourmet meals for me that I could reheat, made sure Smokie the cat was taken care of, so all I had to do was relax. 

It felt good to be back in my own bed.

"Blake, I'm fine with everything." I said trying not to sound insistent
"I know, I know...I just figured you might, uh, need an extra pillow?"
"I'm fine."
"Let me get you a drink, what've you got?" she said quickly
"I'm fine."
"You know if you want something special, I can run out and get anything you want"
"I'm fine, Blake."
"Okay, um..." her voice trailed off, like she was trying to find the right words
"Hey" I said calmly "I'm fine" I said with a smile
Blake took a deep breath
"Okay" she said
"Come over here."
Blake lay down beside me on the bed and as she held me I somehow felt a wave of emotions overtake her. Just the way she was slowly breathing said it all.
"Jim...I was so scared that day." she sniffled "I didn't know what was going on, and...and" her voice trailed off "if you were..."
I knew what she was trying to say, if I was alive or dead. I turned and held her head. I could see the tears were there.
"Don't say it, I'm here." I said quietly before kissing her "I'm here."
She smiled slightly and dabbed her eyes
"You wanna do something for me?"
She nodded
"Find the TV remote, maybe there's an old movie on somewhere."
Blake smiled and reached behind her
"Best kind of medicine, huh?" she said as she handed it to me
I could only shrug my shoulders and smile as I clicked on the TV and began scrolling through the channels.
"Well, the wonders of satellite TV." I said with a chuckle
We'd landed on of all things, an episode of Gossip Girl that must've been from the first season.
 "Oh, my god..." Blake groaned "I look like a high school kid there."
"Weren't you supposed to be one?"
We both laughed and she held me close to her, I think she was quietly mortified to be watching herself.
"You were so naughty back then." I joked to her
"Hey, if you only knew how tough it is to do scenes like that!" she countered as she watched herself in a steamy clinch with a male co-star that looked like her Gossip Girl cast mate Ed Westwick "Ugh, that is so creepy to watch!"
"He had yet to discover hair gel." I said, seeing the disheveled look he had back then
Blake laughed loudly at that. 
"Come on! Find something else." she giggled 
Our channel surfing eventually landed us on the local news.
"OK, this'll do for now, I guess." I said
Blake lay next to me and we idly watched things until I could feel Blake sleeping next to me. 
"Coming up on Eyewitness News, the last victim of the courthouse shooting goes home..."
My ears perked up when I heard that. It was true I'd avoided whatever coverage of the shooting there was, but in the back of my mind there was still a strange sense of curiosity that remained, that wondered just what happened that day. I lowered the volume on the TV, hoping that Blake wouldn't hear it. 
"...L.A. Police and the FBI released their final report of the shooting that occurred at County Courthouse that left 3 dead and several others wounded. The report confirmed that Martin O'Brien, who was there for a hearing on a lawsuit filed against Artists Unlimited, was the lone gunman who shot the presiding judge as well as a bailiff and his attorney. O'Brien would seriously wound three others before being shot and killed by FBI agent Tony McCallum who was there on an unrelated case..."
My god, the agent that interviewed me in the hospital was the same one who killed Marty.
"...the last of those wounded in the shooting left County Medical Center today, accompanied by an unidentified woman who was believed to be actress Blake Lively. The star of the TV series "Gossip Girl" was in the courthouse that day but had narrowly avoided the shooting..." 
There was video footage shot from a distance that seemed to show me getting into Blake's Shelby Mustang. 

"Are you OK hearing that?" Blake said in a sleepy voice
I nodded
"I don't know why, I just felt I needed to know."
"Maybe its like, I don't know, survivor's guilt." she said to me
I nodded again
Blake snuggled up close to me 
"I'm so happy you're okay, Jim..." she said in a soft voice "...so happy."
I leaned down and kissed her forehead

Fast forward a few months.

Jeff Murphy returned from one of his excursions around the automobile scene, indulging in his love of auto racing and everything connected to it. When he breezed back into town, he cornered Chuck Tyler, our boss at Artists Unlimited and I got a call to come up to Jeff's office, telling me of a new assignment.
"Man, have I got a great gig for you!" he said excitedly
"Do tell!" I said as I sat down on the big leather couch in his office, Chuck was smiling as he sat in a nearby armchair. We both knew Jeff's excitement often bordered on the comical, he was like a hyperactive child with a spectacular new toy. So his smile seemed to say "OK, here it comes...again!"
"OK, I was at the Monterey Vintage Races, and I met up with some reps from Ford" he said excitedly "...and I got to talking with them about cars and all, and they tell me all about their new ad campaign for the Mustang, how they've got Blake Lively to be their spokesperson."
"Nice"
He continued breathlessly "...OK...the guy from Ford tells me how she's gonna be doing TV stuff for them and how they need someone to do photos at the New York auto show...so guess who got the gig?"
"Uh, you got it?" I said as a joke
Chuck began to snicker
"Very funny...no, YOU got it!"
"Like I said, very nice!"
"It gets better, they're gonna tie it in to a big car show in your home state"
"Really?"
"Uh-huh, the Greenwich Concours d'Elegance to be exact, I guess it's a big car show there?"
"It sure is, wow, it'll be nice to go out there."
"Exactly, you get a weekend with a nice lady, maybe see the family too."
"When do I leave?"
Now I was the one getting excited!

Ford had already filmed her TV spots when she was in Europe recently but they wanted photos of her at the launch party and then at the car show where there'd be a major display of new models. I flew into New York where the initial launch would be done. The plan was for me to do a bunch of photos of her with the Ford bigwigs and any other spontaneous photo opportunities that come along. 

It was quite the affair to say the least! At the Javits Convention Center and amidst high tech lights, smoke machines, and a throbbing techno music score, Ford's latest models rose up from beneath the stage as the crowds "oooed" and "aahhed" like it was a 4th of July fireworks display, the last model to appear was their flagship "super car", the sleek Shelby Mustang GT-500KR. And from that car, emerged Blake looking so casually sexy in a sparkly white mini dress. It was hard to tell which model was better looking.

The only problem for me was that for the "spontaneous photo ops" I got lumped in the press pit with every other photographer, so I didn't have that luxury of being creative with my photos, especially when Blake took center stage. 

"Didn't these people know who I am?" I jokingly thought as I got shoved every which way.


There was a more sedate reception later that night, but I felt out of my element and knew nobody there as I wandered around. Finally I spotted Scott Jackson from the New York branch of Artists Unlimited, I'd only met him once before but it was better than nothing. Scott was supposedly an ambitious guy, maybe a little too ambitious. I got that impression from hearing his name at a staff meeting a week or so back; it seemed to provoke a little tension from my boss, Jeff Murphy. 
Like I said, maybe he was a little TOO ambitious.

Blake was immediately swarmed by company reps so a small wave from her across the room was the closest I got to her. It was for the better, being in New York with all the gossip hounds lurking where you'd least expect it.

The next day, limos delivered the Ford bigwigs to Greenwich for the Concours show. There'd be a large group of cars there, but Blake would be a surprise attraction they didn't publicize. For the lower level types like me, we rode in their SUV's up I-95. Well, at least they were comfortable. 

I'd been going to the Greenwich Concours show for several years, even after I'd made the move out west. It was perhaps the premier car show on the east coast for classic cars from years past and attracted auto aficionados of all types. I always loved this show and the atmosphere made me feel like a big shot instead of a geek from the suburbs.

I couldn't have asked for better weather that day, the sunlight gave the cars an added shine and as we got closer to the site, on the shoreline of Long Island Sound, I could already see a few classics in the parking lots and on adjoining streets. Scott met us at the entrance and gave me a quick rundown on what I'd be doing. 
"You get the easy job today, my friend." he said "Blake's gonna be at the main stage with the big shots and then if it doesn't get too crazy you can follow her around the show grounds."
"Perfect, thanks Scott."
"I always come through for my friends." he said with a hand on my shoulder
The way he said that, as simple as it was, made me wonder for some reason if there was something else going on I didn't know about? 
Perhaps back in L.A.?
Nah! You're jumping to conclusions again, "Hollywood", it's the only exercise you ever get. 
"Oh, wear this, a little gift from Ford." he said as he handed me a royal blue polo shirt with the Ford logo and silver rings, and a Ralph Lauren label on the inside. 
This really was a first class outfit!
"I'll text you when it's showtime." he said

I walked around the show and the variety of cars was incredible, as always. Porsches next to Rolls-Royces, a classy Mercedes 500SL Gullwing was next to a 60's-era VW Microbus with colorful psychedelic stickers of the era. A large sticker on the rear window for something called "the Nugget" caught my eye. I zoomed in with my camera to get a shot. Sitting in a folding chair and reading a newspaper was a girl with thick brunette hair wearing a tight white t-shirt with a deeply scooped front. A brown haired girl in a tie-dye tank top was seated next to her. It seemed like the passage of time had completely passed them by, they seemed ageless. And they both filled out their shirts well, too!
"Gorgeous car." I said to the brunette girl
"Oh! Thank you!" she said with a big smile
"Are you the owner?"
"Well, I guess you could say that...it belonged to Richie, the guy who owned the house we all lived in."
"Oh, I see."
"I'm Kim."
"I'm Jim, nice rhyme, huh?"
"Yes, you're right!" she said with a laugh "that's Elena"
Elena waved at me
"Do you mind my asking, what's the Nugget?"
"It was a theatre we used to work at long ago, it was like the Fillmore." Elena said "We'd have bands there all the time, lot of big names played there at one time."
"We still live there, too." Kim said making Elena laugh
"Wow, that's pretty fascinating, I'd love to hear about that."
Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from Scott
"Um, please give me a call, I'd love to hear more about you two." I said as I handed Kim my card "I gotta go to work, it was great meeting you."

I hustled over to the huge tent Ford had set up just as Blake made her way up to the stage where she'd be signing a poster made up especially for the show. She looked great in her own Ford polo shirt and khaki shorts that showed off her legs. Her hair was a beautiful blonde and the poster she was signing was very hot looking. On it she was posed very seductively against a Mustang. Man, if I was about 10 years younger I would've had that on my wall in a nanosecond! 

Behind her on large high-def video screens ran a loop of her Ford ads showing her driving the Mustang around town, on the highway, and in some flashy nighttime scenes where she looked casually elegant as she stepped out of the car to the flash of cameras. There was even one part where a racing version of the car was flying around the track at Daytona Speedway. At the end, it pulled up next to a pair of vintage Ford race cars from the 60's, two Mustangs and a classic GT-40. Its driver got out and upon removing a mysterious black racing helmet revealed Ms. Lively as she shook her thick blonde hair loose. She looked gorgeous in her racing suit as she struck a pose next to the car and casually said the ad's tagline;




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 57



"Ford...Go further." She said with that classic "Blake Lively smile" added


I immediately started snapping photos in and around the tent and already there was a line of people that gathered once word got around of the "unannounced special guest". The word probably got out by text messages on cellphones.

Blake was constantly smiling as she elegantly signed each poster and posed for photos with fans. Luckily this time, I wasn't handed other peoples' cameras and snapping their photo with her. 

After about an hour, Scott stepped in and announced she'd be back later. She spotted me as she stepped off the stage.
"Hey! Did you get some good shots?"
"Yes, you certainly bring out a crowd."
"Yes, for a change!" she laughed "I'm hungry, where can I get something to eat here?"
Before I could respond, Scott jumped in
"Oh, I can take care of that!" 
"Well, I think Jim beat you to it." she said while looking at me and smiling "Let's go, babe." 

Even though we were in the middle of the upper crust gold coast, with gourmet delights all around, Blake was in the mood for a cheeseburger and fries. She tucked her hair under a khaki military-style cap and we found a spot with a view of the ocean. 
"So, how've you been? How's your leg?"
"Feels fine, other than some hardware I guess I'm OK."
Blake held my hand in hers
"I'm so glad, Jim. I really am. I must've seemed like a barrel of nerves that day at your place."
I was unsure what to say in response, I could see how sincere she was but all I could do was give her a shy smile in return.
Luckily, my phone buzzed but this time it was my Mom calling. I'd told her I'd be here for the show but it coincided with a long planned vacation for them.
"My Mom..." I said with my hand on he receiver 
"Oh! Let me say hi to her!" Blake said excitedly as she grabbed the phone from me and immediately got into an animated conversation with Mom
"Oh, yes he's being a good boy!" she giggled as she looked at me "Uh-huh...OK...I don't think that'll be a problem at all...OK you two have fun! It was great talking to you again, bye"
"Schmoozing with my Mom, huh?" I said
"How far away is your house from here? You know the one you grew up in?" she asked
"Maybe a half hour, 45 minutes, why?"
"She wants you to check on the house while you're here."
"Lovely..." I said 
"Oh, come on! I wanna see your house again" she said in that slightly pleading tone with that little smile of hers added "Besides, if you don't do as your Mom says, I'll tell on you!" 
How could I say no to her? 
"OK, OK, you'll get to see the old homestead."
"Oh, goody!"
Now her phone buzzed with an incoming text, I grabbed it before she could
"Get back to work tootsie." I said as I showed her the text telling her it was time for her next appearance.

With her appearances for the day ended I was directed out to a special lot behind the Ford tent.
"Let's roll, babe!" Blake said as she tossed me a set of keys
"Good God almighty..." I said to myself as I looked at them and the car she got into.  
It was the same electric red Shelby Mustang GT-500KR she'd climbed out of at the New York launch.
With a gut-level rumble, the car started up and we hit the road.
"You know, one of these days I'll have to give you a ride in what I drive every day. Just so you can see how the rest of the world lives."
"Maybe, but for now, enjoy the ride. You deserve it." she said as she took out her cellphone.
I couldn't resist the temptation and hit the gas on the Mustang and it rocketed forward onto the Interstate highway. Blake looked at me with a face that said "wow!" as its power was unleashed.
It felt great driving the Mustang, even better was having the lovely Ms. Blake with me. But I had to restrain myself as we neared my old home. It was getting dark as we pulled into the driveway and I was met by the silence of the area.
"Ah, yes...my old home." I said as we looked around
"Just like I remembered, only it's a little warmer this time." she said
"OK, let's check out the inside."

I remembered where a key was hidden and we were inside. Blake strolled around a little and then headed for the kitchen.
"I wonder if they left anything to eat?" she said from the kitchen
"Probably not" 
"Well, that's what takeout was invented for." she said as she began scrolling through her cellphone
"Just like before, huh?"
"Hey, I might be a good cook but I can only do so much..." she said idly "...Hi! I'd like to order a pizza for delivery." she said in that perky voice of hers

It was nice being with her again to say the least as we walked around the house. She wanted to know everything and all the memories I had came flooding back to me.
"It's strange being back here."
"Does it seem smaller to you? I've always heard how when you go back to a home you once lived in, all the rooms seem smaller than you remembered." 
"Yeah, it does...this room feels like a closet now that I think about it." I said as we stood in what was our TV room growing up.
"I wanna see one room in particular."
"Oh? Which one?"
"Guess."
Her smile said it all

She was right, my bedroom did feel smaller than I remembered, but the bed was just as nice as I remembered, an old fashioned "sleigh bed" style twin. All the old posters I remembered were still up for different bands, the huge Bruce Springsteen poster I got at a show was still there, as well as a vintage Beatles poster and one for the film "2001: A Space Odyssey".
"Oh...this is so you!" she giggled "Awww...all the little model cars on a shelf."
"Yeah, maybe it was a sign of things to come." I replied, a little embarrassed
Blake looked out the windows and slowly pulled down the shades as she looked at me.
"Was your bed comfortable to sleep in?" she asked slowly
"Uh, it did me well for a few years."
"That's good...come here, babe."
Blake and I embraced and our kisses were soft and romantic, she was just as soft as I remembered. She had that wonderful Chanel scent about her too. The closer we held one another, the more I felt myself getting excited. Blake knew it too, her little moans told it all
"Mmmm...this feels so naughty." she said softly
"What does?"
"Being in your bedroom, where you grew up, doing this."
"I don't care. I'm with a beautiful lady."
"You're such a charmer." she said as she kissed me

I gently moved her down to the bed and I was atop her as we kissed. Her gentle moans told me I was doing alright.
"Baby..." she said between kisses "...so nice...oh so nice."
"I love this, Blake..."
"Mmmm...I love it too...feels so naughty." she giggled
Being on top I could see the smile on her face, we knew how illicit this was, being in my childhood bedroom and doing this.
"I wonder how we can make it even naughtier." I asked with a sly look on my face
"We've got all night, babe." she said softly as she pulled me close to her again.

Our hands were all over one another, she worked her hands under my shirt as I kissed her. I could feel my shirt being pulled up and her soft hands on my lower back, her manicured nails made me shiver and her giggle.
"I guess someone's a little ticklish." she said softly
I smiled and nodded as we sat up. I removed my shirt and Blake's fingers softly traced a path from my shoulders down as she looked at me with that effortlessly seductive look of hers and slowly began to unbutton her Ford shirt, then it slowly came up and off of her, revealing that all day long, she'd been topless underneath that shirt. 
What would the Ford guys have said if they knew?
For now though, the silence between us was deafening, only our breaths could be heard. She lay back on the bed, and as I lay atop her, softly kissing and caressing her breasts, I felt such beautiful warmth.
"Baby...let me do it." she said as I sat up.

Blake started to unzip her khaki shorts and hearing the zipper go down had to be the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. Then to see them make that trip down her shapely legs, revealing the tiniest possible pink bikini panties, oh man! Blake lay back on my bed, on the pillows I'd slept on with a smile that said it all.
"Like what you see?" she said 
"Do you really need to ask, Ms. Blake?" I said as I leaned down to kiss her.

Just then, I heard the doorbell ring downstairs

It was the pizza arriving.
"I'll get it." I said as I stood up
"No, let me...I've always wanted to do this." She said eagerly as she quickly got up and we started towards the stairs
"Wait a minute! What are you doing?" I said as I turned around and realized she was topless. She just snickered as she went past me downstairs.

The pizza delivery guy got quite the surprise when she opened the door wearing only her bubblegum pink bikini panties. And though I could only see her from the back, this was something that I'd never forget.
"Hi!" she said as she handed him a twenty. He fished through his pockets for the change.
"No, no, keep the change" she said
The guy was clearly tongue-tied as he tried to understand what he was seeing. As he turned to leave, Blake called to him;
"Hey! You ever watch Gossip Girl?"
"Uh, sometimes." He stammered
"You like what you see?" she asked as she stood topless in the open doorway
The guy gave a weak sounding "uh-huh"
"Good, thanks for watching." she said as she closed the door.

Blake looked up at me as I stood at the top of the stairs. Now I was the one trying to understand what I just saw. I held my hand up, like I was about to make some witty statement, but then realized I couldn't think of one. Blake laughed heartily at my confusion.
"Aw, get up here, you little vixen, you." I finally said
Blake was still laughing as went back to my room
"You do realize you'll be the subject of an urban legend now, don't you?" I said as she trotted up the stairs past me, still giggling "...they'll be whispering about how a certain TV star met a pizza guy topless." I said
"You mean...ME?" she said comically "I do declare, what shall I do?" she said in a cute southern accent "I might have to have my man protect me!"
"That would be me, right?" I said, acting like I didn't get the joke.
Blake smiled widely and nodded as she lay back on the bed.
"I guess I must do right by my woman's honor." I said as I joined her and we deeply kissed.
"Jim...baby...please get undressed...I want you..." she said in a soft voice as we kissed.
I slowly stood up and Blake propped herself up on her elbows as she watched me unbuckle my own khaki shorts. Before I could slide my underwear down, she sat up and softly felt my underwear, my hardness becoming more and more apparent. She looked up at me and smiled.
"That feel good, babe?"
I nodded
"Like you really have to ask?"
Blake slipped her fingers inside the waistband and began to slowly slide them down
Until my dick revealed itself to her, semi-hard but its twitching said it was gonna be rock hard very soon.
"Mmmm...so nice" she said softly as she held it in her hands and looked up at me "I'll make you feel good, hon. I've been waiting a long time for this."

My eyes closed as I felt her lips and tongue envelop my dick, I looked down and saw her pretty blonde head slowly working its way up and down.
It was beautiful.
As she did this, she slowly caressed my dick, now slickened by her lips and tongue. She held my balls then I felt her mouth envelop them before taking a long, slow lick up the entire length of my dick, then doing the same down its length. She swirled her tongue around the head and looked up at me.
"Feel good, babe?" she asked
All I could do was nod, I knew if I said anymore I'd lose control and explode right there.
I had all night with this lady, make it last.
My hand found its way down to caress her soft blonde hair, Blake looked up at me again, then stood and we embraced. 
"Make me feel good now." She whispered in my ear. "Make me feel good."
She took a step back and slid her panties down. As she looked at me and slowly spread herself on the bed, I could tell she was completely lost in her feelings at this moment, I felt the same way as I joined her.

I kissed her neck, immediately eliciting a soft "oh" from her as I worked my way down to her beautiful breasts and kissed her small nipples, then I began to suck on one as I caressed the other. 
Blake's soft breathing was highly erotic as it grew more intense.
Her belly felt incredibly soft as I touched it, I looked back at her face and it had a look of incredible pleasure on it.
"Oh Jim....so good..." she sighed
Now I kissed down her belly to her waist and continued kissing down to her beautifully smooth pussy. Blake breathed in sharply as she felt my tongue touch it, it made her entire body shudder. She was definitely wet as I began to lick all around it, and began to moan as my tongue found its way inside her. 
"Oh god...baby yes...yes...that's it...oh god yes..." she moaned. Her body jerked upward a little as a new wave of pleasure must've come over her, or she climaxed.
I knew this was the time.
I sat up and she opened her legs a little further and I rubbed my dick on her pussy lips and pushed inside her. She breathed inward again but this time it was because she knew something special was happening.
It was times like this I still had to wonder if it all this was truly real. Was it really me that all this was happening to? And in my childhood bedroom too! 
Blake answered that question with a wonderful moan of pleasure. I got down face to face with her and began thrusting into her sweet pussy. Her arms held me close, her eyes were closed and I could feel her legs wrap around me. I could only imagine how those famous legs of hers looked right now in this position.

But for now I was just lost in the pleasure of fucking her. With someone like her, I didn't just ram into her like an animal, she deserved special treatment and I was smooth as silk with her, and she loved it. She gave me soft words of passion ever so often, but I was just lost in the experience.
"Babe, let me be on top." She said to me
I carefully held onto her and rolled to my left, she now sat up and smiled at me as she looked down and ran her fingers down my chest as she began to rock back and forth on my dick.
"Like that, babe?" she said with a big smile that soon became a look of passion "Oh I love this...so hot...oh yesssss..." she moaned
"Ride me Blake...ride me..." I said back 
"Oh yeah...oh yeah babe...uh-huh..." she said constantly, in an increasingly urgent and passionate tone "Oh god! Oh my god...yes...keep doin' it...oh god...ohhhhhhhgoddddddddd!" she cried out before she went limp and slowly fell on me. She was still breathing rapidly as she lay upon me.
"Oh my god Jim...it's been too long for that...keep doing it...I want to feel you to feel good now...please... let me make you feel good."
I rolled her back over so I was on top of her again and she eagerly moaned, like she would be experiencing something good again.

I eagerly fucked her again and she was moaning and gasping like before. I never got tired of those sounds from her! Her pussy still felt warm and wet the more I did her and I could feel an explosion building.
"Gonna cum baby...gonna cum..." I said quickly
"Yes! Please cum inside me...wanna feel it all...wanna feel it all...oh my god oh my god I FEEL IT!!!" she cried as I exploded inside her.

This took a lot out of me for some reason. Now I was the one gasping as I lay with her. Once I rolled off her, she immediately wrapped herself around me.
"That was beautiful, Jim...oh my god it was so good." She said softly
I was speechless for some reason too. I didn't want to be witty or let on that she wasn't the only girl I'd been with. Maybe she somehow knew more about me than she let on, the best thing to do was to just to let the moment happen.
"I loved it too." I finally said
Blake softly kissed my cheek and we lay in the quiet darkness of my bedroom.
Sleep came to us quickly.

The sunlight gently streamed into my room as I awoke and I could hear the shower running. I got out of bed and poked my head in the bathroom.
"You doing okay in there?" 
"Hey! Good morning!" she said as she poked her head around the shower curtain "I hope your parents won't mind. I just wanted to get a quick shower in before I leave."
"Nah, they won't mind." I said casually
Sure, the temptation was there to join her in the shower, but this time I decided to pass. I'll save it for my own place or hers for that matter.
"I'll see what I can find for breakfast." I said
"Thanks, babe!" she said
I took one last look and thought I could see the beautifully slender curves of her body through the shower curtain as she rinsed her hair. 
It looked so gently erotic.

Blake had to be back in New York that afternoon to return the Mustang and start promotion for her new movie "Savages" the next day. And all my stuff was still back in New York too. So I put myself in the capable hands of Ms. Lively to drive me back. 

It was great riding with her, and she looked so cool behind the wheel of the Mustang. Once we got back to the city, she let the GPS guide us to my hotel. We pulled up in front and knew we had to make a hasty good-bye.

We kissed again, leaning up against her car. Just like before in my driveway.
"Next time I want to see where you went to school." She said to me
"Boy, you really want to see every part of my life, huh?"
"Why not? I like seeing things like that. Actors have to get their inspiration somewhere, you know."
"Well, you're probably right about that, I guess."
"Oh! One last thing." She said as she reached in her purse "I want a picture of us."
She produced her Apple IPhone and carefully held it at arms length, making sure she had us perfectly lined up in the shot.
"Smile, babe!" she said 

Click!

That photo still made me smile as I now sat in my office back in LA after all the other photos were successfully transferred off my phone to my computer.

No matter what "Marvin the Martian" might say, I was keeping that one where it was.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 58



Amidst all that had happened in the wake of the O'Brien case, I'd somehow kept up with company business. Chuck Tyler, my boss at Artists Unlimited, had always been beyond understanding and he'd been letting me pick and choose whatever assignments I wanted. But I felt I owed it to him it to him to do a shoot with one of the company's prestige client's, Tigress. They'd been caught up in the whole O'Brien mess too but unlike me, they'd stayed in New York during the case before relocating to a basement studio in New Jersey to work on their next album. They'd wanted to get back to their roots and were using many of the same people they'd started with. And coincidentally I was one of those people. Way back when, my late, great partner Chris and I took a gig photographing this up and coming music trio called Tigress at a showcase in Vegas, and we'd stayed with them ever since. Now though, it was just me.

The studio was in the basement of this friend of theirs and located in the beachside town of Seaside Heights, New Jersey. My work would be confined to photographing the girls as they recorded, hung out, and walked the vast beach and boardwalk. It was a great casual assignment, I must admit. Their record company had offered to spring for luxury hotel rooms, but the band declined. Opting instead for a rental house nearby that we all stayed in which added to the communal feeling. The recording sessions went smoothly during the day, which left me with plenty of time to do my own exploring of the area with my camera. 

It had been a long time since I'd been in a beach community like this. I'd been spoiled by four star resorts, hotels and the like. This was a flashback to when I was little, being around beach cottages and in between them, a vast ocean. The boardwalk was just a little further ways up and naturally I had to go there too. 

The boardwalk was dominated by little restaurants with take out food and souvenir shops selling everything imaginable. These all looked so kitschy and the graphics and neon were perfect for photos. I came to a place called the Shore Shop that seemed the chintziest of all.

"Oh, why not?" I thought as I went in.

The shop was loaded floor to ceiling with t-shirts, tank tops and all manner of beach gear on walls, racks and shelves. Behind a raised counter stood 2 girls, one fairly tall with dark brown hair and a somewhat bored look on her face, idly folding shirts. The other seemed shorter and wore a purple tiger striped t-shirt with a matching baseball cap worn at a sideways angle. She apparently saw me first and out of the corner of my eye I saw her nudge the other girl before coming down from the counter.

"Hi, can I help you find something?" she asked in a thick Jersey accent.

I could now see how short she was, she suddenly reminded me of my friend Laura Austin. She had long jet-black hair and was certainly built like her, that's for sure! Her shirt was cut low enough to give me quite the eyeful of her tanned skin and bountiful breasts.

"Uh, not just yet" I said, trying not to stare "this place certainly gives you a lot to choose from."

"Yeah, well, that's the idea...this would look good on you." She said as she pointed out a bright yellow shirt with 'Seaside Heights' written like the Harley-Davidson logo.

"Hmmm, you think so?"

"Yeah, I love bikes and we've been selling a lot of these. Usually everyone goes for the black ones."

"Geez, who'd wanna wear black in this heat?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised!" she laughed "look at me."

I saw her shorts were black

"Yeah, but that's not really the same, I guess."

"You're right." She said "Oh, I'm Nicole."

"Jim."

"Are you like, here for the summer or something?"

"No, I'm working, actually. I take pictures." I said pointing at my camera

"No way! That's so cool!"

"It has its perks."

"You're not like a pap, are you?"

"A pap?"

"Pap smear...Paparassy, whatever they're called." She giggled

"Oh! Paparazzi! No, no not me." 

"Cool, I can't stand those guys, they always take lousy photos anyway."

From the back I heard a man's voice

"Nicole! Do some work for a change!" he yelled

"Alright!" she yelled back "Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay, I'll be back."

Nicole disappeared into the back of the store and left me alone on the floor. The bored girl at the counter gave me a smile.

"Great place, I'll be back later." I said to her, getting a flirtatious little wave in return.

Nicole was rather cute, I had to admit. Maybe because she reminded me of Laura, and it seemed like we had unfinished business together. But Laura ran in a much different circle than I did and I was very lucky we'd struck up the kind of friendship we had. I should never take it for granted, or take advantage of it for that matter.

I continued walking the boardwalk for awhile longer before deciding to head home. But I still wanted to grab that shirt Nicole had showed me, maybe grab Nicole too. 

"Get real, 'Hollywood'!" I heard my inner voice say.

When I got back to the shop, "bored girl" was still there as I went to get my shirt. As she rang me up, I looked around for Nicole.

"Where's your partner?" I asked

"Who?"

"Nicole, the little short..."

"Oh, her! She took off early, we're gonna hit the club tonight and she has to get all pimped out." She said "Why don't you come down, I think she likes you."

"Ha! That's flattering but I...you know, I think I just might do that."

"Cool! We'll be at Bamboo later on." She said

"Okay, uh, see you then."

"I'm Jenny, by the way."

"OK, Jenny. I'll see you too

It had been a long time since I did any "clubbing" as it were and the atmosphere at Bamboo was raucous to say the least. First off, I'd been spoiled by all the places I'd been to out west where I was usually with someone or the proprietors knew me and I was whisked away to some VIP section, so it was a new experience to be at a club where there was a line to get in. I was smack in the middle of a lot of guys with tight shirts who seemed to be perpetually flexing their arms and girls whose dresses looked painted on. Man, did I feel out of my element! After awhile watching others go inside, I was about to give up and started to leave when I thought I spotted Jenny with Nicole and 1 other guy coming in the other direction.

"Hey, Jenny!" I called out to her 

Immediately she turned and saw me

"Hey! You made it!" Jenny yelled back

"Come on with us!" Nicole yelled 

Maybe this night would be salvaged after all

We entered Bamboo with no problem and found a table near the DJ booth. It was tough to hear above the pounding club music and numerous strobe lights but I heard Nicole tell me the guy with them was named Mike

"Just call me Sitch." He said "as in Situation."

"OK, call me Jim...as in James, Jimmy, Jimbo." I replied making him laugh

"OK, you're Jim tonight." he said

"And you're Situation tonight." 

"I'm always the Situation!" he bragged as she spread his arms and laughed 

Nicole and Jenny were both dressed to thrill. Nicole had on a very tight black dress that matched her hair and tanned skin, Jenny's was equally tight but in tiger stripes. Jenny quickly spotted a bartender and went off with Nicole to get drinks.

"Who's the DJ?" I asked Mike

"Oh! Buddy of ours...Yo Pauly!" he yelled to the DJ who turned to us

"This is Jimmy...Nicole brought him!" he yelled

Pauly leaned down and we shook hands

"Good to meet ya, man" he said as he monitored his sound system which had glittery Italian stickers proudly emblazoned on the large laptop.

Just then, Nicole returned with drinks, she handed me some concoction I didn't know.

"What is this?" I asked

"Just try it, it's great."

I tried it and it was like rocket fuel, there must've been a dozen different things in it. Maybe it was best I didn't ask anything else about it.

Needless to say, the rest of the night quickly became a hazy blur as we drank and drank and drank. Pauly the DJ kept the tunes pounding out and I tried to pick up whatever bits of conversation I could from Mike, Jenny and Nicole but it was such a blur being with this crowd, what had I gotten myself into? The whole atmosphere of this place was just too much for me, it reminded me of how I never fit in with clubs like this back home, and how whenever I went to one, I usually got my drink spilled on me by some obnoxious drunk guy. 

And inevitably, it happened.

I stood up to get a refill and a drunk stumbled into me and our drinks splattered. But it was a drunken girl for a change. Before I could say anything, she let loose a torrent of screams at me that I couldn't understand that only confused me. And just as suddenly, glasses were smashing as Jenny and Nicole got up into this girl's face and screamed at her and each other. Mike and two huge security guys were trying to hold them back but it was too late and someone's fist connected with the side of my head, and sent me crashing to the ground. I could hear someone scream "oh my gawd!" but I didn't wait to see who it was.

I'd had enough!

I could still hear shouts as I immediately headed for the exit. Once I got outside, the rush of cool air and nearby ocean quickly replaced the stifling heat and bass thump I'd heard inside Bamboo. But I could hear someone shouting behind me.

"Hey! Hey Jim! Wait up!" I turned and saw Nicole running after me

She finally caught up to me

"Hey...I'm so sorry about what happened" she said as she caught her breath "...Jenny's usually...usually not that bad. She knows that bitch from somewhere else and they just got into it...I'm sorry you got in the middle of it...come on, we can walk for awhile."

I thought about what had just happened. Getting punched, even accidentally, in a bar was never my idea of fun

"I didn't really get to talk to you, you know." She said, adding a little smile 

I really wanted to just go home. But I guess being outside made things better.

"Come on." I said with a twitch of my head

Nicole took my arm and we started walking

"So those are your friends back there, Mike and Pauly?"

"Yeah, they're cool, we've been together for a few years. Where are you from anyway? I never got to ask you that" 

"Los Angeles, but I'm really from Connecticut, LA is just where I'm based, where I work and all."

"Oh, that's awesome!" she said as we walked, the club sounds drifting away "I'm actually from New York, I only sound Jersey."

"That's a sound explanation"

Her laugh had a slight rasp to it, probably the result of many nights out.

"Are you Italian, Jim?"

"Me? Nah, I'm probably as white bread as they come."

"You're still kinda cute, you know."

I looked at her, a little surprised

"You think so, huh?"

Nicole nodded

"I probably look Italian...but I'm really not" she said

"Really?"

"Uh-huh, I'm actually Colombian, I was adopted and all."

"That's good...I mean that's a good thing your parents did."

"Yeah, only my last name's Italian."

"What's that?"

"Polizzi, what's your last name?"

I told her and she giggled

"You're right, that's pretty white bread!"

We continued to walk amidst the cars and bikes that rolled past us, some with guys yelling out at us as they went past. Eventually we slowed down.

"Um, my house, or should I say OUR house is down there." She said pointing to a non-descript beach house with what seemed like a deck and few lights on "You, uh, wanna come in? You know, uh, maybe have a beer or somethin'?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

Nicole led me into a sparsely furnished house, it had the look of a frat house with some road signs on the walls, numerous bottles and bags of junk food scattered around the kitchen. 

"That's Ronnie over there." She pointed out a large muscle bound guy who passed by me and fell onto a couch, a baseball game was on the large TV "Ronnie, this is Jim, Jim that's Ronnie."

"Hey, howyadoin'?" he said offering a big hand to me

"What kind of beer do you like?" she asked from the kitchen

"Oh, whatever you've got." 

"Where's Deena and Sam?" she asked Ronnie as she brought back 2 beers

"Out, somewhere I guess." He said

Nicole told him about the ruckus she and Jenny had at Bamboo, he only shook his head.

"Ain't you glad you were there, Jim?" he said to me

Now I was the one shaking my head.

"Come on, Jim." Nicole said as she took my hand and led me down a hallway to a small room. It was somewhat messy with suitcases open and various bits of clothes scattered around. A single bed was in the corner with a large green stuffed alligator on it, another bed was on the opposite side. Nicole shut the door and stood against it.

"What do you think?" she asked

"About what?"

"About everything tonight, you feel good?"

"I'm probably a little woozy from all the booze, and getting whacked in the head probably didn't help matters either."

"OK, I just wanted to be sure, that's all." She said as she kicked off her heels, making her just a bit shorter than before. Nicole now began to unzip her dress from behind, then quickly pulled it down showing her tits to me for the first time. They were nice and full, the dark skin only accenting their fullness. She stopped and looked at me, my face probably said a lot.

"Well?" she asked "You wanna fuck, right?" she said in that Jersey accent.

"Uh, yeah...yes, right...okay." I stammered and quickly got undressed

Nicole looked at me as she slid her tiny thong panties down, her pussy was super smooth looking and her skin a beautiful dark bronze color.

Nicole Polizzi was now totally naked in front of me. Her eyes immediately went for my dick, quickly getting harder the longer we looked at one another. She embraced me and I was reminded how much shorter she was than me. I was literally a foot taller than her! Her tits felt great against my chest. But my dick was closer to her and she started to stroke it as we kissed. 

"You got a nice dick, babe."

"You've got, uh..." I was tongue tied for some reason

"Nice boobs? Yeah, I love 'em too" she said in a softer tone as she took my hand and led me to the elegantly messy bed where we lay down and immediately kissed as she pulled what she could of the bedcovers over us.

But from that point on, I don't remember a thing! Hard to believe someone with a goofy name like "Hollywood Jim" would have a memory lapse, blackout, whatever you want to call it at a time like this, but I did. What I DO remember though is suddenly hearing loud voices and a thunderous crash that brought me out of whatever haze I was in.

"What the fuck was that?" Nicole said as she got out of bed and grabbed a long t-shirt

I sat up and tried to feel around in the dark for my clothes. Nicole got found some shorts and went out of the room where a heated argument seemed to be going on that she quickly joined in with. I found my pants and shirt, checking the pockets carefully, in this place I knew I could easily lose something. 

Everything I'd had with me was in its place. 

I saw my little Nikon digital camera was on a table nearby, that's odd, I was sure it had been in my pocket, how did it end up there? 

The voices outside grew louder and I poked my head out into the hallway. It looked like Jenny and another guy were back and joined by someone else. It was vicious the way they were yelling at each other and swearing up a storm. 

"That's enough for me" I said to myself and grabbed my shoes, I was outta there!

Just as I got to the door, I figured I should at least be thankful for the, uh, experience.

"Great to meet you all." I said turning to them

There was a silence as they all turned towards me and I got a look of "who was that?" from them before they went back to screaming at each other.

I went down the steps and saw Pauly from the club coming up the steps.

"Hey Jimmy, man...you leavin'?"

"Yeah, I think World War 3 just started in there." I said as I looked behind me

"Oh geez...OK, it was good meeting you man." he said as he shook my hand

"It's been, uh, something" I said with a snicker

"It's just Jersey, man." He snickered "See you." 

I could still hear everyone's yelling as I quickly walked away.

I made it back to the house I was sharing with Tigress and the production team. They had their own party going on there but it was a listening party as they played back what they'd been recording for a few locals. They'd finished the bulk of recording and only needed a few touch-ups back in LA. So we'd all be going home in the morning, I looked at my watch and saw the morning had already arrived, or at least some of it. 

Screw it, I thought, I'm gonna get some sleep.

All my photo and computer gear was kept in one place so all I need to pack was my clothes and I was out the door and on my way to Newark Airport. The early morning sunlight looked nice as I rode up in the Cadillac Escalade with everyone. They were still excited from the recording and eagerly talked up everything as we rode.

As for me, I dozed on and off in the back seat.

"Wake up, Jimbo." I heard their driver/bodyguard Mario say as he jostled me awake.

My sleepy eyes now registered we were at the airport. The girls had already been dropped off at a VIP section so I was flying commercial with everyone else, fine by me. I was soon on my way back to LA.

Once I was settled in, I got out my laptop and plugged in the Nikon, figuring I'd transfer whatever was there onto the computer. A few photos drifted by, then what seemed like a still from a video clip.

"That's weird, I didn't take any videos." I thought

I clicked on the video file and it began to play.

The video was shaky, like someone was learning how it worked. Then it turned around to show the operators' face.

It was Nicole.

"Hey y'all..." she said in a drunken voice "it's really late and, uh, Deena and I are gonna have some fun with Jim here." 

Nicole turned the camera to show the girl she'd been arguing with in the hall.

"Hi, I'm Deena" she said with a little wave

Deena had on a tie-dyed t-shirt and apparently nothing else. She seemed like a taller version of Nicole. Both had straight dark hair and tanned skin, though Deena's seemed more of a natural tan than Nicole's. And both had very nice tits! 

"OK, um, I'm gonna do something first." Nicole said from behind the camera.

The camera shook a little as she was still holding it. Then I realized something.

Nicole was still naked.

I immediately went for the pause button on the video screen. I hastily fished out the Beats headphones that a rep from the company had given to everybody on the sessions. I was dying to try them out but not necessarily on what appeared to be a home made porn video! I found the setting that reduced the window to its smallest setting and nervously continued, trying to camouflage the screen as best I could.

Nicole embraced Deena and they kissed, long and slow, I could see their cheeks expand and contract as their tongues were apparently touching. Then she pulled Deena's shirt off, she had equally large tits like Nicole's and her pussy was totally bare too. Though Deena was a few inches taller than Nicole, it was very sexy as they looked at each other naked and felt each others' tits. They seemed to be whispering to one another too, also sexy.

I was trying to concentrate on this but also nervously watching to see if this could be seen by anyone else. Like anyone seated next to me! But I continued to watch, amazed that something like this could've gone on, where was I? Then the camera shakily turned back to show me lying on the bed, looking pretty drunk and pretty naked, too. It appeared Deena had the camera and Nicole was on the bed holding my dick. 

"This is Jim's dick, it looks very nice." She said with a smile for the camera

"Suck it, Snooks!" Deena said with a giggle




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 58



Nicole complied and my dick was in her mouth and Deena was laughing.

"Oh my gawd! Go Snooki!" she laughed as Nicole's mouth eagerly bobbed up and down on my dick.

"Snooki"? What kind of a name is that? I was too nervous watching this video as it played on my laptop to contemplate the origin of a name like "Snooki".

Nicole, or Snooki as it now seemed, was definitely into her work as she licked and sucked the full length of my dick like a big Popsicle. All the while Deena was giggling. 

"Show your boobs, Snooks!" she said laughing

Snooki readily pushed her tits together for the camera and Deena zoomed in so they were close up, she even tried wrapping them around my dick.

"I can't do that with him!" she laughed as she fell backwards onto the bed.

"I can't believe he's asleep." Deena mumbled just loud enough for the microphone to hear.

"I'll wake him up." Snooki said

She got up close to my ear and started whispering in it. I somehow came awake and turned to kiss her.

"You gotta fuck me and Deena, Jim." She said as I sat up a little. How I didn't see the camera is beyond me, probably because it was so small and the room was dark.

"Yeah...OK...c'mere Deena." I said in a slurred voice

"I'll take the camera." Snooki said

The shaky camera now showed me kissing Deena eagerly and feeling her tits.

"Oh, yeah! Kiss her boobs Jim! Kiss her boobs!" she said in that Jersey accent

I somehow complied and her nipples were certainly erect as the camera showed when she zoomed in. Deena's head was thrown back and she was breathing heavily.

"Aw, look at that pussy..." Snooki said as she zoomed in there and then went back to my still hard dick.

"Sit on his dick, Dee. I wanna watch you fuck him."

"No..." she moaned "you first."

"Oh yeah!" she said as she handed the camera back to Deena.

Why didn't I remember all this? Why wasn't I filming this? I mean, sure it's probably every guys' dream to film or be in a porno but the one time I'm a part of one and I don't remember it?

The shaky camera now showed Snooki atop my dick and her petite body bouncing up and down.

"Oh yeah! Oh my god...he's...so....fuckin'...big!" she moaned

"Better than Paulie?" Deena said as she filmed

"Oh, Fuck Paulie!" she yelled, making Deena laugh 

Deena now got in close to my face

"You like fucking her, Jim?"

"Oh yeah...she's niiiiice..." I slurred "feel her tits..."

"Oh, sure!" she giggled

Deena somehow held the camera out at an angle where I could see her lick Snooki's tits while she fucked me, making her moans all the more erotic. The camera spun around to Deena's face.

"I'm gonna fuck him next." She smiled 

"Oh, yeah?" Snooki replied off camera with a laugh

The camera shook more and it appeared to drop down to show Deena's ultra-smooth pussy.

"See how wet I am?" I heard her mumble in a girlish voice "I'm gonna fuck Jim now."

A pair of fingers appeared and started to rub her pussy. I could hear heavy breathing again followed by louder moans from Snooki. Deena immediately turned the camera back to her friend who was much closer to me now as she lay forward and seemed to be kissing me.

"Look at that ass!" Deena said as she zoomed in on her ass cheeks

"You're a porn star Snooks!" she giggled 

Snooki's body was heaving up and down from this angle. 

Deena smacked her ass hard.

"My turn, bee-yotch!" she giggled

Snooki was still atop me and somehow seemed exhausted before she rolled off me. Deena clumsily zoomed in on her friends' face.

"Was that good, babe?" she asked

Snooki held her hand to her face, but was still breathing hard, Deena turned the camera to show her face.

"Snooki's all fucked out." She said with a smile "now it's my turn."

The camera vibrated and shook as she seemed to moving around before it was relatively steady, then I heard a low moan and grunt come from Deena. The camera was pointed down at me. Deena was on top of me like her friend was before. My face seemed expressionless and it didn't seem like my eyes were open either.

Geez is this how every girl I've been with has seen me? 

Oh man, I'm doomed!

Deena didn't seem to mind as she rocked up and down on me. 

"Let me hold the camera." I heard Snooki say off camera "Does that feel good?"

"Awesome!" Deena said breathlessly

Now Snooki was the one playing with the zoom lens on the camera, moving it back and forth as her friend fucked me.

"Fuck him, Dee!" Snooki said enthusiastically "this is so fuckin' hot to watch!"

She pulled the camera back to show Deena's body arch and her head drop back and a long, sexy moan come from her.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! He's coming!"

"Wow!" Snooki said excitedly

Deena was the one breathing hard now as she moved forward and kissed me. Snooki kept filming as she kissed me long and lovingly. Snooki turned the camera around to show her face.

"That was fun!" she giggled.

The camera abruptly shut off.

I sat back in my seat and took a deep breath.

I had no memory of all this. Only now could I piece together what had happened, I now knew that the other girl I'd seen arguing with Nicole/Snooki was this mysterious Deena woman. Perhaps if she'd stayed in the room a little longer maybe I'd know what prompted her fight with the others. But then again I was so drunk I wondered if I could remember my own name.

I closed the laptop and started gathering myself together.

When I finally arrived home, I was beat. Smokie the cat was happy to see me, as always. I had a pile of magazines that had arrived while I was gone. But my favorite leather chair was calling my name, boy had I missed it. I was still on East Coast time and my eyes were getting heavier. Before I knew it, I was dozing with NBC News on in the background, but I could still pick up a few bits of it in between my eyes closing;

"On the broadcast tonight...new scandal in...new economic indicators show a definite trend..." it was all something of an audio blur to me. I guess it's what happens when you fly, but one stretch of the report woke me up; 

"It's a video that has surfaced on the web showing what some are calling disturbing behavior at an exclusive beach resort by executives of the Eagle Group, a prominent finance company just recently the recipient of a government bailout. Our Washington Bureau Chief Laura D'Atri has the story..."  

I was somehow awake more fully when I heard the words "beach resort"

"...it was at the Villa Del Sol resort that a Roman-themed party was videotaped, it shows several executives with women, reportedly paid escorts, who were flown in on company jets to the resort. Jets that the company claimed it could no longer afford to maintain, and also claimed to have sold at auction. Though the registration numbers correspond to planes owned by Eagle Group."

The video showed men of various ages in white tuxedos accompanied by girls in Roman-style outfits, the women's faces were electronically obscured as they playfully interacted with the men.

So THAT'S what she meant by the Caligula reference. Maybe it was her way of telling me what that party was all about. Had I witnessed a corporate scandal? The report continued;

"...the party was an expensive affair, with the women dressed as Roman servants. A source at the resort claims that the debauchery went on throughout the night. Another source claims actress Sofia Vergara was at the resort but it's unclear if she was a guest of Eagle Group, though she is seen with an unidentified man walking through the hotel towards the elevators..."

A security tape showed her stumbling through the hotel with someone who looked like...

"Uh-oh" I said out loud

I knew it was me on that tape with Sofia, and one of those "Roman girls" was Laura Austin, my friend from L.A.

"...Nevada Senator and GOP Leader Pat Geary has promised a full inquiry will be made into this incident along with allegations members of Congress may have been there. It remains to be seen exactly what penalties could be levied against Eagle Group. And there have been rumors of further video evidence yet to come that could implicate unknown members of Congress or the Senate...Laura D'Atri, NBC News, Washington." 

Not only did I witness a corporate scandal, but I might be caught up in it too!

"Huh-boy..." I said to myself

Maybe if I lay low this'll blow over, like when I was the "mystery man" spotted in the Burger King with Lindsay Lohan. Hollywood was buzzing about that video for awhile, but nothing came of it.

Yeah, that's it. Lay low "Hollywood Jim", lay low. 

That'll work. 

At least I hoped it would.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 59



"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING DOWN THERE!!?" Chuck yelled 

"Hey, how was I supposed to know I'd be part of some DC scandal?" I yelled back

"I've got all the major networks snooping about, Sofia Vergara's agent just ripped me a new one and the boys at the New York office probably will too!" he roared "Jesus Christ!" he yelled as he slammed his fist on the big conference table "It seems like you've been nothing but trouble for me and this company!" he continued "since you came here we've been sued and then when I think THAT'S all behind us..."

Immediately I stopped him, I knew he might blame the courthouse shooting on me next.

"HEY! HEY! DON'T GO THERE, CHUCK! It was YOUR ex-partner that nearly killed me! I didn't ask for that and you know it!" I was livid that he'd even imply that the lawsuit and what followed was somehow my fault. 

I was getting the full tantrum from Chuck Tyler in the wake of the scandal that had broke involving some Washington big shots who happened to be at Villa del Sol the same time that I and some others from Artists Unlimited were there for New Years Eve. Though we didn't know many of the details, it seems like what went on there was NOT in the best interests of their constituency. And when word got back to Chuck, and NBC broke the story, he immediately called me into his office. 

Jeff Murphy, Chuck's second in command wisely tried to cool things down between us. While he was in the midst of his tantrum, I saw our lawyer, Michael Baldwin idly reading some documents, oblivious to the fireworks going off around him. 

"OK, counselor" he said angrily as he turned to Michael "what's your opinion?"

Michael looked up at everyone over the glasses that sat low on his nose.

"Well..." he said in a bored tone "it's not a complete disaster...I've seen worse." 

"But perception is everything, Baldwin!" Chuck yelled back "Sofia's agent tore my ass apart on the phone this morning. What if the Pepsi guys call next and cancel everything?"

"Start drinking Coke." Michael replied in the same tone without looking up from his papers, then quickly added "Look, from what I've seen it's just a lot of security tape footage and we can probably account for where everyone was that night, am I correct?" he said looking around at everyone in the room

"He's right, Chuck" Jeff Murphy, his second in command said "Jim was the only one in any kind of compromising position, and even that's debatable."

"No footage of his face is seen, either." Michael added before turning to me "Jim, did you actually attend this little, shall we say, soiree'?"

"No, I saw people going into a room there but I didn't know what was going on. And I never asked."

"What about the women, did you know any of them?" Jeff asked

Now I was trapped, I knew Laura was there with her friend Judy. I had a good idea what they were doing there, but no idea of how involved they were. She never told me when I asked. And even if she was asked, I knew she was no dummy, she'd probably take the fifth or something.

"No, I didn't know any of them" I finally said 

"Then unless someone can clearly implicate him...why worry?" Michael replied

Chuck looked at me, and knew he was getting himself worked up over nothing.

Again!

"Aw, get outta here!" he yelled in his best Archie Bunker voice

Luckily I had someplace to be that day. The album Tigress had been recording in Jersey was out, fittingly titled "Back to Basics". And to promote it they would do an appearance at The Grove that would be featured on the "Extra" TV show. And their appearance would need photos, so I grabbed my photo bag and left to meet them and their manager Amy Adamson. The Grove had become a hot destination ever since it opened, and being featured every night on the show wasn't too bad either. 

I found Amy and "the girls" soon after I arrived. We were all escorted to a small stage where Mario Lopez would interview them. I could see Mario going over things with a producer. He always seemed like "Mr. Buffed" whenever I saw him on TV. I swear the guy looked like a walking monument to the fitness culture even with his shirt on. Now that I'd seen him in person I either wanted to hit the Gym hard or drown my sorrows in a double bacon cheeseburger with curly fries and a jumbo chocolate shake.

Tigress bounded up on the stage and gave a typically glossy interview segment before going to a nearby stage to perform and close the show for the day. I snapped photos as usual and then noticed Mario's partner Maria Menounos off to the side. Once their performance ended, I made a beeline for Amy and suggested a photo with Mario and Maria.

"Great idea!" she said and called the girls over 

I snapped a few shots then boldly turned the tables

"Uh, could I get a photo of me with Maria?" I asked

Mario immediately offered to take the photo

"I've had enough practice taking photos of my kids to do this." he joked

I hesitantly got next to Maria

"I know you're from Boston, I'm from down the road in Connecticut." I said to her

"No kidding? I once auditioned for a TV job down there." She said

"I hope you don't mind, I'm a big Giants fan too."

"Oh, now I know why you wanted the photo, so you can gloat over the Super Bowl, huh?"

"Well, the thought did occur to me."

We both laughed as Mario snapped the photo. I remembered how she lost a bet on the game and had to wear a bright blue bikini on the show.

"Thank you, Maria. It was, uh, great meeting you."

"Same here, maybe we'll see you down here again."

I could only give a hesitant "sure" in response as she went off with the show staff.

She was kinda cute, I'll admit.

"Somebody's got a crush on Maria." Amy said

"Oh, get real!" I said to her dismissively "If she doesn't like the same football team as me, why would I bother?"

"Sure, why bother?" Amy said with a naughty smile before giggling "OK, look, we've got to head out. The Grove gave us these passes for any of the restaurants here, have lunch on me."

"Thanks, Amy." I said as she and the girls got into their limo

After wandering around awhile, I found one that didn't have a mob scene of people waiting to get in, plus it had an elegant area for "al fresco" dining. I quickly got a table and took in the scene. People watching at a place like this was to be expected, as I looked around it seemed like a mix of power players and tourists, all on their phones or texting. A few tables over from me sat a pretty brunette in black flared pants and a shiny green top, chatting on her phone and making notes as she went. She looked familiar and when she spotted me, her face lit up and she waved.

It was Laura Austin, apparently in her daytime attire.

Laura quickly gathered her things up and made her way to my table, telling the waitress she'd be joining me.

"Well, hey there sweetie!" she said with a kiss on my cheek as she sat down "what're you doing here?"

"Tigress was filming a spot on Extra and I had to do the photos."

"Nice! I didn't expect to see you up and about so soon. How's the leg?" she asked

"Feels great, you barely see any scarring"

"Aw, I'm so happy for you. We sure had fun that day didn't we?"

"Any time spent with you is always, uh, memorable."

Laura held her hand to her mouth as she giggled and our lunch orders arrived. Memorable was certainly the word for the "threesome therapy" she and her friend Rita gave me.

"Now the question I have is what're you doing here? I thought with the news and all you and your pals would lay low for awhile."

"Why should I?"

"Well, aren't you concerned about the scandal and all that stuff at Villa del Sol? I just saw that Senator on TV last night and it didn't seem like he was kidding around."

"Which Senator was it?"

"The one from Nevada."

"Geary?" she said before nearly spitting out her drink from laughter

"You're laughing, that must mean something."

"Oh, my, my, my" she chuckled "How little you know Mr. Hollywood."

"How little I know?"

Laura now leaned in, apparently looking to make a point with me.

"Look, between what I know about this guy, and what Vickie's DONE with this guy..." she said while looking at me with slightly raised eyebrows.

I suddenly realized what she was implying and there was that moment of recognition as we said "Oh!" in unison

"Then I take it that if, shall we say, certain info came out..." I started as I picked up a kosher dill pickle spear "...he might find himself in a real pickle?"

Laura deftly took the pickle from my hand and gave it a little seductive lick

"Yes, he would." She said as she bit into it "there's hope for you yet."

She was no dummy, that's for sure!

"OK, I'd ask what you know, but I know I'd get that 'a good escort' speech I've heard before."

"Oh, I'll tell you what I know."

"Really?" I replied, stunned

"Uh-huh" she said as she took a sip from her iced tea "when my book comes out, you'll be the first to know."

The look on her face told me that once again, she'd trapped me. 

"I just walked right into that one, didn't I?" I finally said

We both chuckled at her little flirtation. 

"You might not admit it, but you're a keeper of secrets too." She said

"What do you mean?"

"I saw how you and Sofia were all cozy together, there's bound to be a few secrets about that night you'll be keeping locked up."

"Oh, sure...I'm like Peter Lawford with the Kennedy's." I said as I took a sip of my drink

"Right, you're the man who keeps the secrets. Just like that book about him."

"You know that book? You know about him?" I said, surprised that she'd get the reference I'd made, as obscure as it was.

"Sure."

"You never met him, did you?"

"No, I never had the chance. I heard he was a nice guy, but as he got older, he got weirder."

"Well, don't we all?" I replied 

I had to admit she was right. I certainly was keeping a lot of secrets about people I met. Even more so, was the fact that more than a few of their secrets were hidden on my laptop and, more recently, my camera.

Note to self; make sure all secret photos are securely hidden.

"Let me ask you this, then. Was he the guy Vickie was meeting at the Beverly Hills Hotel? You know, the night we first met?"

"No, that was a different guy," She said as she took another sip from her drink

"He hasn't been around as long as Geary but he's already learned not to tempt fate, trust me." She added

Just then a cellphone buzzed.

"Mine or yours?" I said as I reached for mine

"Mine" she said as she reached for her phone. It looked like a top of the line Apple IPhone in a bright orange case with what looked the University of Texas logo on it.

"Hello, this is Laura..." she said in a cool, businesslike, but still effortlessly seductive voice "Uh-huh, okay, that'll be good"

"Business or pleasure?" I asked as she hung up

"Neither, that was my car dealer. My car's getting serviced."

"The Corvette?"

"No, I've got a Cadillac I use for everyday stuff, the 'Vette's just for fun. Anyway, they were calling to tell me their concierge service is running a little late."

"Well, geez, I'll drive you over there." I offered

Laura gave me one of her classic smiles

"Let's roll, darlin'." She said

And we were off.

"Man, you've got an awesome car!" she said as we headed down the avenue in my SLK "it's so perfect for you"

I had to admit, she looked great in her dark sunglasses, the breeze going through her black hair, the California sun out in full force.

"Yeah, I kinda like it too. Still have to pinch myself sometimes that it's really mine."

"You'll have to drive my Vette sometime."

"You'd let me drive that?" I asked, surprised at how trustworthy she was

"Sure, why not?" she answered "You're a good guy. You've gotta admit, that's some REAL machinery!" 

"I'm sure it is." I said, trying to hide my enthusiasm for a dream machine of my youth. I could only hope she didn't have a Ferrari tucked away somewhere too. 

"Um, what's your schedule like the rest of the day?" she asked

"Pretty empty, why do you ask?"

"Just a thought" she said as we approached the dealership

"Where should I pull in?"

"Oh, right there by the service entrance"

"Want me to wait for you?"

Laura looked at me and her face seemed to imply she had something in mind

"Yes, good idea, I'll be right back" she said with a smile

Laura hopped out of my car and went inside but stayed only a minute or two before quickly coming back out while on her phone.

"OK, uh-huh, right" she said in that same business tone before hanging up and giving me a look of disappointment. I had a feeling what she'd say next as he came over to my side of the car.

"Business or pleasure?" I asked

"Business, I have to meet someone. But I can't thank you enough for giving me a lift."

"Anytime, you know you can always call me" I said casually as I started up the SLK again.

Laura leaned in and her hand softly turned my head and she kissed me on the lips with the kind of long, lingering kiss that you always remember.

"...and you can always call me, too" she said in that effortlessly sexy voice of hers

I was speechless, as you'd expect, especially since I had a great view of her gorgeous tits.

"Until we meet again" she said with a smile as she went back inside

I had to take a small breath, just to make sure I knew what just happened, before I slowly pulled away from the dealership. I knew she loved giving these unexpected touches to everything she did with me. She obviously liked throwing me off-balance, that's for sure!

"Well, back to reality." I said to myself as I headed home.

Just then, the phone in the car rang, I never wanted to be one of those guys who chats on the phone while driving, so opting for a hands-free system was always welcome.

"Hey, hot shot!" a bouncy voice said "guess who this is?"

Only one person I knew called me "hot shot"

"Jennifer?"

"Ah, just as smart as I remember, yes it's me!"

It was Jennifer Aniston.

It had been quite awhile since I'd seen her. The last time was in London during the shooting of her film "The Days of Rage". We'd first met before in New York during the Triple Threat Tour, but the time spent in the London flat we shared with a production assistant/friend of hers during filming was fun too.

"Listen, I'm gonna be in town for like a day or two and wanted to know if we can meet for a drink, I've got a little proposition for you" she said

"Where are you now?"

"At LAX, then I'm going home for a bit."

"Uh, how 'bout I meet you at your place?"

"Good idea!" she said "OK, I'll send the address to your phone, see you at like, 7?"

"I'll be there."

"Great! See you later hot shot!"

And just like that, I had the address to a much desired lady's home. Not to brag, but I'd become enough of a techno geek that at a stoplight I was able to enter her address into the car's GPS system and the directions popped up instantly. Never keep a lady waiting, I always say.

Jennifer Aniston's home seemed to blend into the hills and green brush around it. The gate was barely visible from the road, but the GPS system found it with no trouble at all. It silently opened and down a curving driveway revealed her home. It looked like a ranch house from the 50's with subtle touches around it that reflected its owner. The sunlight gave it a subtle glow as I got out of my car and looked around. I could see a silver Bentley in the garage and red Mini Cooper convertible next to it. There was an overwhelming calm to the place. The walkway to her front door was decorated with large stones surrounded by tiny white pebbles and I could hear a puppy barking excitedly.

"Hello?" I said looking inside

"Hey baby!" I heard from inside "come on in!"

Jennifer came up to me and gave me a generous hug and kiss as I walked in

"So good to see you!" she said as her dog scurried about "that's Sophie...come on, girl! Calm down!"

She crouched down to hold the puppy's head "Sophie...this is Jim, he's a good friend of mine...say 'hi Jim" 

"Hi, hot shot" she said waving Sophie's paw at me

"Now that's a dog." I said with a smile

Her black and white pit bull puppy trotted over to me and was excitedly hopping about

"She probably smells my cat, that's why she's all excited" I said as I knelt down to pet her, she eagerly licked my hand and bounced around me

"Wow, she likes you already."

"Yeah, I guess I have that ability with dogs."

Jennifer laughed too before giving me a loving hug

"Man, it's been too long, how've you been?" she said

"Doin' good, how 'bout you?"

"Aw, the same old, you know" she said as she took a sip of wine "So, whatcha drinking hot shot?" 

"Oh, whatever you've got there"

"Allllrighty, then" she said as she poured me a glass of wine

The inside of her home was beautiful. There were exposed beams and wide open spaces throughout, simple furniture, even a baby grand piano in a corner. On a bookshelf were several large art books and at the end of one, was her Emmy Award for "Friends". I could hear Sting playing, probably from an IPod hooked up somewhere, the speakers cleverly hidden in the walls or ceiling. Jennifer was busying herself in the bar area, there was a large, glass enclosed room off to the side that was lined with wine bottles, she had on a simple cotton tank top and blue denim cutoffs.

"So, you're back in town and going right back out?" I said as she gave me my drink

"Uh-huh, I'm going to New York at the end of the week, start rehearsals on a play"

"New play or revival?"

Jennifer looked at me with some surprise

"Since when did you become literate in Broadway? I thought you were only literate in stuff out here."

"Oh, I don't know. I guess that's something I've always wanted to get into, or at least know a little bit about"

"Well, it's a revival of Barefoot in the Park, I know that play's been done everywhere but nobody's done it on Broadway in a long time for some reason."

"Not bad, and you're playing the Robert Redford part, right?"

Jennifer stared at me as I tried not to snicker.

"Oh, you're such a comedian." She said with a sarcastic tone

"Hey, I'll take any compliments I can get." I snickered "Seriously though, I think you'll be really good."

"Thanks, I've wanted to find a good play to do there, it's where I started before I came out here."

"I guess it's always a challenge for actors, you know to go back to their roots as it were."

"Man, you always surprise me in some way." 

"I do?"

"Yeah, you just have a great way of looking at things."

"OK, uh, then I'm a great looker."

Jennifer smiled at me

"I always knew THAT darlin'." she said as she leaned in and we kissed

Her kiss felt so nice

"Oh, I probably taste like wine, don't I?" she said quickly

"Maybe, but it's a good vintage." I replied making us both laugh

Sophie was barking excitedly around us

"I think she's jealous of us, my dog used to do that." I said as she stood up

"Nah, it's just her way of telling me she has to go outside. Bring my glass, we can sit out here, it's so nice tonight."

Jennifer got up to let the dog out in her large yard. I followed her out an immense doorway onto a modest patio and down a small series of steps that led into the yard and also revealed a beautiful swimming pool. Nearby the doorway was a large pool table that had seen some use. She had an incredible view of the LA skyline as you'd expect.

"So, what's this proposition you had for me?" I asked as she joined me on a large sofa that encircled a small brick lined patio.

"Ah, yes" she said as she took a sip from her glass "OK, have you heard of a development called Metro West?"

"A little, it's some kind of high-end apartments, right?"

"Right, Courtney is one of the investors." she said as she sat down next to me




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 59



"Courtney Cox?"

"The very same" she said as she took another sip "She's always been into real estate stuff and she talked me into investing too."

"Uh-huh...forgive me for saying this but it sounds like some big money."

"Yeah, a little, but not as much as you'd think" she said as she sat back on the couch with me

"Then are you getting like, an apartment there?"

"Not necessarily, but I think you'd be perfect there."

"Huh?" I said as I nearly choked on my drink

"What would you say to an apartment there?"

"Uh, I'd say I appreciate the thought but I doubt I can afford something like that."

"But!" she said with a finger raised for emphasis "you COULD if you had a generous discount, right?"

"I suppose..."

"OK, what are you paying for your place now?"

I told her

"OK, that's what you'd pay me." she said in a straightforward tone, like she'd already made up her mind.

"You? What are you talking about?"

"If I owned the place, you'd pay rent to me. And you could always buy the place outright if you wanted to."

"Whoa!" I said "What are you talking about?"

Jennifer seemed to like the confusing scenario she'd started

"OK, relax, hot shot" she said "Courtney and I are investing in this place and I'm gonna buy an apartment there, as an investment and I'll rent it out to someone, and I couldn't think of anyone more deserving, so whaddya say, hot shot?"

I was speechless at this moment

"Uh, I'm not sure..." I said as a thousand different reasons to buy or not to buy went through my head

"You don't have to give me an answer now, just consider it, when I get back from New York we can discuss it further and you can get a look at the place."

I was still trying to process all this info she'd unloaded on me, sure it was a great idea, but this was a pretty big step from the little comfy condo I'd called home since arriving here in la-la-land.

"If you're not interested I won't be mad. At least take a look at the place, how 'bout that?" she said with that look of "please" that could get her anything she wanted

How could I resist her charms? 

"OK, I'll at look at it when you get back."

"Great! Let me refill your glass." 

Jennifer returned with a new glass of wine and sat closer to me on the couch. Her left arm was draped over the top and she was leaning against it, an easy smile on her face, that same look the world always saw in photos.

"So, hot shot..." she started

"I'm sorry to interrupt" I interjected "But you always call me hot shot, why is that? Not that I don't appreciate it and all, it's kinda funny when I think about it, but I can't recall how that came about."

She laughed

"Well, I don't know, it just seemed fitting for you. Jim's a nice name too, but...aw, hell. You're a hot guy!" she said in an exasperated tone before smiling "So sue me!"

Now we were both laughing

"OK, that explains it all." I said

Things got quiet between us now as I looked at her.

"You really, um, believe that?" I said in a lower tone than before, like I wasn't sure what I'd heard her say

Jennifer looked at me now

"Uh-huh." She said as she nodded

I moved closer to her now, she did the same and we kissed.

"Thank you." I said softly as our lips parted

"No, thank you." She replied "Thanks for just being you."

We kissed again and our arms wrapped around one another. I slowly pushed her down onto the couch cushions and our tongues began to touch, she kissed so nicely.

I now boldly began to caress her body, her belly felt so nice and smooth and she breathed softly, my touch was just right to her. My hand now worked its way inside her tank top.

"Oh, yes baby..." She cooed

I kissed her neck, her eyes were closed and she was breathing more sharply.

"Uh-huh baby...yessss..." she breathed

My hand had now reached for her shapely breast, and it felt so soft and wonderful in my hands. Jennifer gave a satisfied moan in return as she felt my touch. I had worked her shirt further up her body.

"Mmm...baby...let's slow down a bit." She said to me

"Okay...I'm sorry if I was moving too..."

"No, it's not that...come with me." She said as she stood up and took my hand 

"Let me show you another room." she said as she led me across the floor. 

Jennifer opened a pair of doors to show me her bedroom. It was dominated by thick white shag carpeting on the floor. Her bed was atop a small platform in the middle.

"I guess a bed this low makes it easy when you've had a little too much of that wine, huh?" I said

"I never thought of that." she said as she turned to me and we embraced.

"It's been too long, Jim." She said softly "I missed this."

Jennifer's soft lips oozed of romance as we kissed.

"You know..." she said softly as our lips parted "...I haven't lived here very long...been traveling..."

"Uh-huh...and?"

"Well...this bed (kisses)...has only been slept in, you know."

I looked at her and she had a look that, well, I just couldn't describe.

"So, this bed (kisses) only been slept in, huh?"

"Oh yes (kisses) only been slept in."

"Maybe we should change that?"

"How're you gonna do that, hot shot?"

"How would you like me to do it?"

She kissed me long and lovingly.

"Any way you want, honey..." she said in a soft sexy voice "...any way you want."

My hands reached around to her beautiful ass and gave it a loving caress, then a generous squeeze.

She was startled a little but then smiled.

"Oh, that's nice, baby"

"Nice, huh?"

"Uh-huh...but I want more."

"Oh, really...how does this feel?" I said as I slipped a hand inside her cutoffs and now felt the smooth and warm skin of her ass. Jennifer's eyes widened then showed me a satisfied smile and a soft sound of pleasure.

"That feels good, babe." She said as we embraced and swayed back and forth.

I slowly moved my hand around to the front of her cutoffs. She looked down at where my hand was and then at me with a little smile that told me to keep going. She responded by caressing my ass the same way.

"You like that, too?" she said

I smiled and nodded.

My hands now reached for the sides of her tank top and began to pull it slowly up and then off her.

Jennifer Aniston was topless in front of me. 

She had gorgeously round breasts with penny sized nipples. She pulled my shirt off me and feeling her skin against mine as we kissed was very erotic to say the least.

Now I felt her hands on my belt as it was loosened. She looked up at me as my pants were now unbuckled too.

"I wanna get naked with you, Jim." She said softly

I nodded as she stepped back slightly and unzipped her cutoffs, she looked incredibly sexy in them and now I saw them drop to the floor and reveal that she'd been naked underneath the whole time. She'd gone "commando" as the term goes. I tried not to seem overeager as I let my pants fall too and we were both naked. My dick was already twitching itself erect as I saw Jennifer Aniston in all her naked glory.

"Ohhhh...you look beautiful, baby." She said

"You do, too." I replied

We embraced now and my dick was definitely at "full staff". Our tongues were merging with one another's and my hands were all over her, she seemed to go limp in my arms and give in to me as I kissed her neck.

"Oh god, yes!" she moaned

My hands moved down to her beautiful ass and I caressed its cheeks, they felt so soft in my hands. She giggled at my caressing touch.

"Sorry, it always feels weird being touched there." She said

"No, I understand." 

She kissed me again

"My turn, now." She said as she slowly sunk down to her knees and I felt my dick slide into her warm, moist mouth and her tongue caressing the head. Her head began to bob up and down its length before letting it be held by her tongue, its wetness felt wonderful as she slowly came off it, she then looked up at me again and her tongue did little flicks all around the head.

"Like that, hot shot?" 

I held my dick, wet with her saliva, close to her mouth

"Do you really need to ask?"

She smiled as she enveloped my balls then licked all the way up the length of my dick.

"So nice." She said before giving it a quick kiss and standing up

"Come on..." she now said softly as she took my hand and we lay upon her bed.

Jennifer's toned and tanned body felt great as my hands softly caressed it. All those workouts she was notorious for really showed. As I cupped her breast, she breathed in softly, when I kissed it, and then licked her nipple, a gentle moan came from her.

"Oh yesssss...that's it baby." She moaned

Her breasts felt so soft and nice as I kissed them. I now began to kiss her softly down the length of her body. Her belly felt so warm as my cheek lay upon it and I kissed her belly button. My right hand slowly drifted further down until it was between her legs. Her skin felt ultra smooth and soft and my finger slowly dipped inside her warm and wet pussy. She breathed in slightly as she felt it penetrate her. I turned back to look at her and her eyes were slightly closed, a look of pleasure was on her face. I kissed further down and she opened her legs further as she felt my movements. Her pussy looked beautiful, the skin around it completely bare. I kissed the top of it and she moaned softly. My tongue now penetrated her and she moaned somewhat louder.

"Oh baby...that's it...oh god so good..." she moaned

She tasted wonderful as I probed her. My eyes were closed too. I was more enthralled hearing her sounds of pleasure. I looked up and could see her back arching as she held her tits.

"Baby...so good...oh my god...YES!" she cried out

It almost seemed like she was thrashing in the bed as my tongue performed its magic, whatever that was.

"Oh god...oh god...uh-huh...ohhhhhhhhgodddddd...YESSSS!" she cried out.

I could feel her climax on my lips and tongue, it felt fantastic.

I slowly sat up and we embraced, I kissed her deeply.

"Please baby...I want you so much..." she said softly

I sat up and opened her legs further, folding her legs back so her ass was just off the bed. My dick was sticking straight out and it easily slid inside her, we both moaned as we felt her warmth envelop us. I stated to fuck her slowly now, holding her legs apart, her breathing was soft and sexy. I did her harder and her breathing only increased as she felt everything. Here tits were bouncing as I fucked her, and it looked sexy as she held them before reaching behind her to grip the pillows.

"Yeah baby! Oh my god yeah!" she excitedly said to me as I fucked her.

"Like that, babe?"

"Oh yeah babe! Do it! Fuck me good!" she said quickly "Come on, hot shot!"

I fucked her harder but knew I wanted to make this last, so I slowed down and let her legs relax so I was atop her, she seemed to know what I was doing and eagerly kissed me deeply.

"Roll over, let me be on top." She said softly to me

I rolled over and Jennifer Aniston was atop me.

"Oh yyyyeah...oh this is good." She said as she began rocking back and forth on my dick "Like that, hon?"

"I love it...I get to see you like this."

"You just wanna see my boobs...whaddya think, babe?" she said as she held them, caressing the nipples as best she could "You like my boobs, huh?"

"Oh yeah, they're nice..." I said as I felt her wonderful body atop me

Jennifer leaned down and we kissed again

"This is so good, Jim...so good." She said "I feel so good...please do me some more."

What was I supposed to say?

Jennifer didn't need to ask, she slowly got off me and started licking my dick.

"Oh, this is so hot!" she said with a smile as she sucked my dick like before

I slowly sat up again and moved her so that I could do her from behind. As I entered her again, her back arched and she let out a sexy sounding groan.

"Ohhhhhmygodddd..." she moaned as I gripped her hips and fucked her

It felt so hot to be fucking this TV star from behind, she had a cute ass too that I couldn't help but give a little smack to.

"Yeah! Spank me!" she said

I smacked her ass hard now

"Oh, yeah!" she said excitedly "do it again!"

I smacked her again

"Oh, yeah!"

I slowed down now and softly caressed her ass.

"Want me to kiss it and make you feel better?" I whispered in her ear

She laughed

"Just hold me, babe...just hold me."

I reached around and brought her up so I could hug her from behind and kiss her neck. She moaned softly in response.

"I want you on top of me, hon." She said softly

My dick slipped out of her and she turned around and lay back on the bed, I knew what she wanted. I kissed her again and slipped back inside her and began to steadily fuck her again, she held me close and I could feel her legs wrap around the back of my legs. This felt so good that I seemed to find more energy and did her steadily. Her breathing became rapid again as we were close together.

I could feel it coming.

She could feel it too, and she urged me on

"Yes, babe...oh god yes...oh yes...ohhhhhhhgoddddddyesssss!" she cried out as I exploded inside her. 

I collapsed atop her and she held me close like before, we were both breathing heavily now. I somehow slid off of her and she immediately pulled the bedcovers up over us and wrapped herself around me. 

"I missed that." She said softly

"I missed it too." I replied

We looked at one another and smiled.

Sleep soon came over us.

I was awakened by soft kisses and licks on my cheek, but it was not from Jennifer. Sophie had climbed on the bed and was eagerly licking my face.

"Well, Jennifer you've changed a lot..." I said sleepily

Jennifer came into the room wearing a loose terrycloth robe, she couldn't help but laugh at the sight before us.

"Come on, Soph...come on..." she said in between giggles as she led her dog out of the bedroom.

"That's the most unique wakeup call I've ever had." I said as I sat up

Jennifer joined me on the bed and handed me a cup of coffee.

"I wish I had my camera for that." She said as she sipped her drink

"Oh yeah, a Kodak moment for the ages." I said "What's on the docket for you today?"

She looked at her watch

"Mmmm, I'm supposed to meet my trainer, I'm actually running late." She said as she quickly got up and hurried to a chest of drawers for workout clothes.

"I'm actually a little late too." I said as I looked at my watch and went for my clothes.

"Aw, You've gotta go?" she asked

I nodded

"OK, well don't forget to think about my offer." She said as she grabbed a duffel bag and we headed for the front door.

"I'll see when you get back from New York?"

"It's a deal." She said as she kissed me at the doorway

As I drove away I thought about her offer. I liked my condo but an offer like this was at least worth a look. For now though, I needed some breakfast. 

Although I was traditionally a Dunkin' Donuts guy, I had to admit a place like Intelligentsia looked intriguing as a place to get my caffeine fix. 

"Oh, what the hell." I thought as I pulled into their lot 

As I came out of the coffee shop and headed for my SLK, I heard a car pull up alongside me and the sound of a power window rolling down.

"Excuse me." I heard a male voice say, making me turn to my left "I was wondering if you knew where I could find...Ah! Just the man I was looking for." He said leaning slightly out of the window a large black Lincoln limo "My name is Pat Geary, Senator Pat Geary." He said with an emphasis on 'Senator' "I was wondering if we could chat for a moment?"

"If it's my vote you're looking for, I'm not registered in your state."

"Aw, don't worry about that. Shoot, half the people who voted for me were probably dead to begin with!" he chuckled

"What's this about, then?"

"Well, step into my office, son." He said with smiling, good 'ol boy relish as he opened the door to the limo. Normally this would've produced flashbacks and images of "stranger danger" from childhood, but this seemed different.

Still, I hesitated for a moment.

"Aw, don't worry son, I don't bite."

I climbed inside the cool, dark interior and we pulled away from the curb.

Senator Geary seemed like an imposing figure on television, in person it was magnified times ten. In his dark pinstriped suit he must've stood at least 6' 6" and weighed over 200 pounds. It was certainly befitting a man who'd been a star football player at the Naval Academy and runner-up for the Heisman Trophy. Now with his slicked back hair, he looked like a Wall Street version of the Marlboro Man with a voice like J.R. Ewing.

"How 'bout a little drink son? I think it gives the morning an extra little kick."

"Uh, no it's a little early in the day for me."

Geary chuckled as he refilled his glass.

"James, if I may call you that?" he began "You and I have a mutual friend, maybe more than one." He said "Mary, could you hand me that file in my bag?"

I now noticed the assistant sitting next to him. She was a slightly older redhead in a gray suit and white shirt that did little to hide her enormous tits. She actually reminded me of the girl from "Mad Men" now that I thought about it.

"Thank you, darlin'. That's Mary Delaney, officially she's my assistant," he said before leaning in close "but she's really my own Liz Ray." He chuckled as he sat back. Mary smiled, and tried not to blush "Hell for a youngster like you that name's probably way over your head."

"No, I studied American History, and not just the kind that's in the textbooks too."

I remembered reading about the scandal back in the seventies where a prominent Congressman had his mistress on the congressional payroll. I also remembered discovering her layout in a vintage Playboy issue. She had a killer body and nice blonde pussy as I fondly recalled.

"Aw, that's nice..." he said with a smile before his face and voice grew more sinister "...then let's cut out the bullshit and get down to business."

He opened the folder and examined a series of 8x10 glossy photos, then handed them to me. These photos appeared to come from the same Villa Del Sol security tape as what the press had shown. But these were higher quality, and my face was much more visible, as were my companions'.

"I think I recognize this little senorita," he said as he pointed to one picture "she's that coochie-coochie girl on TV. What's her name? Sofa Vegas or something?"

"Sofia Vergara." I said apprehensively as I looked at the photo showing us stumbling through the lobby towards the elevators.

"That's right, I knew I'd seen her somewhere before."

Then I saw the photo of me at the bar, and who I was with.

It was Laura Austin, still in her Roman-style toga as we ordered drinks.

"Ah, now she's the one I'm more interested in. She's the one we're really trying to find."

"Who's this 'we'?"

He smiled

"Oh, some friends of mine. You seem to be rather close to her in that one."

He was right. It was probably when she was wishing me a happy new year in my ear.

I handed the photos back to Geary

"I'm sorry, but I don't know this woman." I said calmly and firmly "I've never seen her before in my life."

Geary gave me a hard stare in return before chuckling slightly and leaning in close again.

"Son," he said slowly "don't you try and shit me. You know who that lady is and playing dumb ain't gonna help you right now."

A chill circulated throughout my body. The Senator leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his drink. It looked like whiskey or bourbon.

"Helping us out could be very beneficial to you. As I said before, we've got mutual friends."

"Like who?"

"Oh, like , Chuck Tyler...Marty O'Brien."

Hearing that name sent another chill down my spine. 

"See I knew him," he said as he looked out the window "he was a good man. And like I said, I have an interest in finding this girl." He now turned back to me "I think it would be in your best interest, too..." he said before adding in a dismissive tone "Mister Holly Wood... I've heard you're often called by that name."




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 59



He looked out the window again, and then turned on the charming voice I'd first heard.

"Ah, this is where you get out."

We were back where we first met.

I quickly got out and then heard the window slide down again.

"You think about it, son." He said with a smile "Until we meet again."

I watched his limo quickly drive away and disappear into the traffic.

"Until we meet again." 

I'd heard those words before from someone I knew. 

Even though she'd expressed no concern for his bluster, perhaps it was time I did a favor for her anyway.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 60



It started out as a private New Years party at the beachside resort Villa Del Sol involving employees of Artists Unlimited as well as big shots from an important client, Pepsi-Cola. But it had morphed into a scandal that involved high ranking members of Congress and the Senate who also happened to be there, but for different reasons. It wasn't the first scandal to hit Hollywood or the corridors of power in Washington. But it turned out to be that rare instance when it involved powerful (and near-powerful) people and institutions on both coasts. Not to mention me. 

So it's probably best to start from the beginning.

As I remembered it, we were giddy with excitement at how well our work with Pepsi had gone. They invited us to a New Years bash and also included their newest spokesperson, Sofia Vergara, whom I'd had a rather nice private celebration with once the party had ended. This was one of those rare occasions where I lost count how much I drank. I think she did too. No worries, we weren't driving or anything so the rest of the night was certainly memorable.

I'd gotten rather good at keeping secrets and kept my memories of the party "in the vault" as it were.

But apparently the resort, or someone at the resort, had other ideas. It was when I returned to LA from back east that everything came out and I found myself in the eye of the hurricane.

Chuck Tyler was livid at the thought of his company being dragged into another scandal as a result of me. Our attorney, Michael Baldwin, reassured him that my presence on the resort's security system was of no concern, or so we thought. A high ranking Senator, known for his tenacity on issues unearthed additional footage previously unseen, and tried to put the pressure on me to name names.

With his usual three piece pinstripe suited bravado, Michael Baldwin breezed into his spacious office having returned from another successful morning in court. He dropped his designer briefcase on a chair and settled in behind his desk to check his stock portfolio (or his fantasy football league standings for all I knew) when he saw me sitting across from him.

There was a moment of awkward silence as we stared at one another.

"And good morning to you, too." He said in usual nonchalant manner.

"I just had a rather strange meeting." I said 

"Oh, yeah?" he replied "With who, Marvin the Martian?"

"Try Pat Geary, Senator Pat Geary." I said, emphasizing the "Senator" part, like he did.

"HIM?" he said in disbelief "What's he doing out here?"

"I don't know but this Villa Del Sol seems to have grown tentacles since we last met."

"What do you mean?"

"That security tape footage we saw? He's got some better photos that clearly show me."

"How'd he get them?"

"I don't know, maybe he's got some connections at the CIA." I replied "it gets better."

Michael began jotting down notes as we spoke

"He's also got photos from a camera at the bar that clearly shows me with a certain friend of ours."

"Wonderful." He muttered without looking up

"I'll tell you this guy scared the hell outta me. I think he and Marty were old friends too."

Michael had the same reaction I did at the mention of Marty's name.

"What should I do?"

"OK" he said taking a deep breath "Do exactly what you did last time, lay low and shut up. I've gotta make a phone call." He said as he reached for his phone "...to West Virginia."

"Uh, should I leave?"

Michael thought for a moment

"Jim, this is one of those times where the less you know the better. I'll call you in the morning."

I turned around to leave, and then looked back at Michael

"Who told you about Marvin?"

"Like I said, the less you know the better." He replied with a small smile. 

Lay low. OK, I guess I can do that.

I went back to the office and returned to the normal, uneventful life I led.

The Villa Del Sol scandal was still on the mind of the news media and Chuck was keeping his PR staff busy trying to deflect whatever new revelations arose; I wisely stayed out of his line of fire in the days that followed.

A new email provided a welcome distraction. While I was attending the Greenwich Concours d'Elegance Car Show back home in Connecticut, I was reunited with an old friend, and agency client, Blake Lively. But at the show, my eyes were taken by a vintage VW Microbus and its owners, a pair of pretty ladies named Kim and Elena. Our meeting was brief but I was intrigued enough by their car and story that I wanted to photograph the car further and get to know them too. 

Kim's email provided me with contact info for them and just as I was about to respond my cellphone rang, it was Michael calling.

"Jim, has anyone been following you?" 

"Uh, no. Why?"

"I made a few calls to some contacts, Geary has fast-tracked this investigation. He might have some G-Men following you."

"Are you serious?" I was stunned "How can he do that? Is it legal?"

"Right now, I can't be sure" he continued "I'm waiting to hear from a contact in the Justice Department."

"Jesus..." I muttered

"I'm just giving you a heads-up on this so you're not surprised."

"Well, you're wrong there 'cause I AM surprised!" 

"OK, take it easy, Jim..."

"Why am I the one being followed?" I said nervously

"I would guess it's because of the mutual friend of ours."

"Well, uh, what should I look for?"

That was a pretty dumb question!

"I can't say, they don't advertise, obviously. For now, I'd just say keep your eyes open."

"OK, I guess that's all I can do, thanks."

I hung up the phone and sat back in my big chair, looked out at the vastness of LA and pondered my next move. 

As I drove out of the underground garage and proceeded home I looked in my rearview mirror and saw it. A nondescript Ford Crown Vic sedan in battleship grey was following me. It attempted to blend into traffic but I could still see it. All the way home it trailed me. When I arrived home, I peeked through the curtains and there it sat, two men inside, occasionally looking through binoculars from across the street.

Leaving town for awhile might be good, but looking over my shoulder all the time didn't seem like much fun as the men in the grey car were always around. Back at work I went read Kim's email again. She listed all the info she had about the Microbus and included some recent photos and some from many years ago. It had certainly seen its share of good times. Though grainy I could make out some details about it, the people there really seemed like a fun bunch. Kim had a caption on the photo;

"Richie, Jimmy, Kim, Sophie, Elena and Big Mary at the beach 1971" 

I started to look closely at one photo. It showed a bunch of people standing against the VW, the ocean behind them, the girls were topless, the guys all holding beer cans and big laughing grins. One girl had thick brunette hair, another was a redhead, and they looked so much like the pair I saw at the show, their parents, perhaps? 

I looked closely at another redhead in the photo. There was something odd about her, she seemed older than the others. Her hair almost seemed like something out of suburbia, circa 1970-something.

Where had I seen her before? I started to think, what redheads had I seen lately? I know, pretty dumb thought process but it seemed so recent. Where had I seen a redheaded girl? An older redheaded girl, where had I seen one?

I began to wander around my office, thinking. I glanced at the TV, the sound was muted but I could see Senator Geary was on CNN, doing some kind of press briefing. Behind him were some Senate colleagues and a...REDHEADED GIRL!

That's it! His assistant from the limo! The one he said was his own "Liz Ray"!

I ran to the computer and forwarded the photo to Michael Baldwin with a note;

"Michael, look at the redhead in the photo, the older one on the end, she's the girl that was in the limo with Geary. He said her name was Mary Delaney. I think this is her from years back. I think there might be something here."

I hit "send" and sat back in my chair. 

I still had the Federal boys to deal with as they followed my every move. After three days of this I'd had enough and decided to take action.

One of the lasting legacies of my late partner had been his white Porsche he'd left to me. It was source of never-ending uncertainty for me. I loved the car and it gave me many happy memories of my friend, but I didn't know what to do with it now that he was gone. The tax bill was a yearly reminder that I had to do something about it. For now though, it was stored by our friend Joey Cortez at his garage, safely covered and sitting next to the wreckage of other vehicles. 

Calling his number, I got a blast of salsa music and his fast talking wife Estella

"Thank you for calling Pancho's, is this for pickup or delivery?"

"Estella, it's me..."

"Hey! Hollywood" she said before slipping into a sultrier voice "Como esta' baby?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her greeting

"I'm good, I need to talk to Joey."

"Uno momento...JOEY!!!" I heard her yell, followed by some arguing in Spanish between them

"Hey! Hollywood! What's up amigo?"

"Joey, I need a big favor, how soon can you get the 911 on your truck and deliver it somewhere?"

"Uh, maybe an hour, what's up?"

"Great, here's what I need you to do..."

Arrangements made, I headed out of the garage as usual, the Crown Vic boys tailing me. But this time I drove somewhat faster than before, which forced them to make themselves more visible. Right before the road to my place was a large four way intersection. They were right behind me now. I looked to my left and right and saw three cars and a large truck coming from the left. I took a deep breath and slammed my right foot down hard, the SLK rocketed forward across the intersection, the Crown Vic did the same but all I heard behind me was screeching tires and honking horns. I had bought some time for myself and when I pulled into my garage, I quickly shut the door and grabbed a leather duffle bag and headed out the back door. My plan was to creep through a few backyards until I was far enough away from my condo, then walk to the Sunoco station on the corner.

Just as I planned, when I got to the station, Joey was sitting on the back of his old flatbed car carrier, the white Porsche 911 already unloaded.

"Hey, amigo!" he said as hopped off the truck "you made it!"

I was about to reply when I saw the Crown Vic drive by the station at a fast clip back to my place.

I had foiled them!

"Thanks, pal. " I said "Now you're straight on the plan, right?"

"Right, you'll call me Sunday night, we meet here and I take the car back and the Federales think you've been home all weekend."

"Great, I owe you one for this."

"Just bring it back in one piece amigo." He said as he climbed into the cab of the old truck and the powerful motor roared to life. He loved how he could fool people with the looks of the old truck and how it secretly had a monster of an engine underneath. 

I started up the Porsche and took off for LAX.

Some cities produce memories, but the best kind of memories are the ones you don't expect to be there.

Nashville seemed to be that way for me. I'd been there only twice, but each was remarkable. The first was when we participated in a photo spread for Vanity Fair's music issue. That resulted in a classic shot of Carrie Underwood. Next was photographing Gretchen Wilson at a massive outdoor show that wound up being the cover of her live album. Being back there also seemed like the perfect remedy for whatever tensions I'd left behind in LA.

Mike Jensen ran a big booking agency and having seen the kind of success the Triple Threat Tour had been, he wanted to do the same thing with the country artists he represented. As a test, at last year's Fan Fest he put together a huge outdoor show on Nashville's main street that featured Gretchen along with Kellie Pickler and Julianne Hough. This time, he'd repeat the formula with Julianne and Kellie but adding Miranda Lambert in place of Gretchen, who was busy touring with ZZ Top.

Soon after I arrived, Mike called and made sure I got in okay.

"This might be a bigger show than I expected." He said

"Oh, yeah? Why?"

"Well, I got a call about an extra performer who's gonna be here. I can't say who, just make sure you have all your gear ready because it might be a long night."

"Uh, okay" now I was confused "when should I be there?"

"Julianne goes on at 8 sharp."

"For her, I'll be there at 7."

"Yeah, well, just watch yourself, pal."

Ah, yes. The lovely Julianne! I saw her at last years fan fest and then again New Years Eve. But I've learned never get my hopes up too high, I have to remember my motto:

"Discipline, Hollywood. Discipline." 

Still, I made sure to dab on some extra cologne, just in case.

Mike was smart enough to put me in the Landmark Hotel in Nashville, it was within walking distance to Main Street, and already I could hear and see the crowds gathering. The Police would shut down all the side streets at 5 so they could limit the crowds, but it looked like an even bigger crowd was in store this year. 

Backstage, Mike was in control of everything and seemed unfazed by all the activity. 

"Come on, Jim. Time to meet our headliner." He said as I arrived

Mike led me past an armada of tour buses to one in bright green. A knock on the door and we were greeted inside by three ladies singing harmony on a country song.

It was Miranda Lambert joined by her cohorts in the Pistol Annies. I immediately got my camera on and snapped off a few shots of them. When they finished, they all dissolved into laughter.

"Miranda, this is Jim from Artists Unlimited, he's doing your photos tonight."

"Hiya! I'm Miranda!" she said in a perky tone

"Great to meet you, you all sound perfect together." I said as we shook hands

"Aw, that's just us fooling around." She replied as she casually picked her guitar, a beautiful black Gibson acoustic.

Mike's phone buzzed and he stepped aside to answer it.

"Um, are you gonna be playing tonight too?" I asked

"Maybe, we're thinking of doing a secret show down here. But don't tell anyone." She said

"Oh, sure, no problem" I quickly said "Um, could I take some more shots of you playing?"

"Sure!" one of the girls said as she quickly hit a chord on her guitar, sang one line and the others joined in. I did too, but with my camera. I hate to admit, I was focusing on Miranda more than the others. She looked very nice with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a grey t-shirt with the number "18" in bold green lettering. After they finished and laughed about their playing, Mike stepped in and told me Julianne would be going on very soon. I thanked the girls and said I'd see them soon.

Julianne was making her way to the stage and gave me a big wave as she saw me

"How you doing!" she called to me

I was about to go over to her but then saw she was with Ryan Secrest, so keeping my distance was the best bet.

To loud screams, Julianne ran onto the stage, went into her song "Hello" and had the crowd right where she wanted for every song after. She certainly had me and I had to concentrate on my work and not get wrapped up in the idea I was seeing her again, even from a distance. Kelly Pickler's set went just as well and the stage was set for Miranda Lambert.

Miranda was dressed like her fans would be, wearing cutoff jeans and a white t-shirt that said "CASH" in big letters. I found it hard to believe she could be called fat, because she looked nice! Nice in a "real" kind of way that didn't tell she was any kind of music star. But I knew none of her songs so I was really winging it in terms of knowing which songs could produce the best photos. Based on the crowd reaction alone, it seemed like they loved every song starting from her opener "Fastest Girl in Town".

Miranda also had the crowd where she wanted them and it was a rowdy, but fun, show she put on. I had to look out at the expanse of crowd, it seemed to stretch forever, and was made for a photo. I framed Miranda against the crowd and snapped the shutter just as she turned to me and smiled.

It was a long hot show she put on but she wasn't finished yet. After finishing her main set with "Gunpowder and Lead", she dashed offstage and was given a towel and a bottle of water.

"Hey, what'd you think, man?" she asked breathlessly

"It was awesome!" I said over the cheers of the crowd "I think they want more!"

"Oh, yeah they're gonna get it." She said as she went back for a new t-shirt

I saw Mike huddled with what seemed like members of each acts' management. Then he nodded and they all split up.

"Get yourself on the other side of the stage, she's gonna do an encore then something special." He said in my ear

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"You'll see." 

Though it was dim, I went over to stage left and checked my cameras. The lights went up and her band returned to the stage, her crew set up for what looked like an acoustic number. Miranda returned to the stage with the same Gibson guitar I'd seen her with earlier and did a beautiful version of "The House That Built Me". I know I got some great shots of her with the soft stage lights around her. 

"OK, I'm gonna bring some friends up here." She said to the screaming crowd "Julianne, come on up..." she said and to more screams, Julianne Hough joined her onstage. She looked as gorgeous as usual in her cutoffs and a denim blue t-shirt

"OK...um Kelly Pickler was gonna join us but she had an early flight 'cause she's doin' a USO show overseas...so I hope she has a good trip and gives our soldiers a good show, they deserve it...so another friend is gonna come up here..."

The crowd was sort of hushed wondering who it might be

"Come on up, Taylor...Taylor Swift everybody!"

The screams that erupted sounded like something out of a Beatles show circa 1965. I was snapping photos but couldn't believe what I was seeing. Taylor was casually pretty too in black jeans and red t-shirt, her slightly curled blonde hair long and flowing. 

It was quite the supergroup I was seeing; Miranda Lambert, the queen of Texas roadhouses, Julianne, the Utah dancer extraordinaire with the mega-watt smile. And Taylor Swift, the good girl from Pennsylvania who kept getting better and better.

All three girls were giggling to each other, obviously trying not to upstage the other and in disbelief at the reaction they got.

"Alright, we gotta play something now, don't we?" Miranda said making Julianne laugh "this is an old song Linda Ronstadt did that I really love..." 

She easily got the crowd into a rhythmic clapping then the band went into a version of Linda's "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me" with each girl trading off a verse, they all laughed at Taylor getting the verse about meeting the "boy in Hollywood" and not naming names.

This impromptu trio was really getting into the song and at the end Julianne was doing high kicks with each crash of the cymbals. She could've built a whole dance routine around that song.

And I was preserving it on my camera!

But they weren't done yet. Miranda went into the version of Rod Stewart's "Stay With Me" that she often closed her shows with and it was fun seeing "good girls" like Julianne and Taylor singing lines like "please don't say you love me, 'cause you know I'll only kick you out the door..." and pleading for someone to "stay with them" but they loved it!

The instrumental rave-up at the end sent Miranda's band into high gear, Julianne ran to the drums and started bashing on the cymbals in time with the song before it, and the show, came to a thunderous conclusion.

"Thank you Nashville! Thank you Julianne! Thanks Taylor Swift! I'm Miranda Lambert! See ya next time, bye-bye!!"

And with that, the show ended.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 60



Miranda and the girls were all hugging and laughing backstage, it was hot sweaty fun for them, obviously. As Julianne spotted me, she ran over to me and gave me a big hug

"Hey baby! How ya been?" 

"Doin' great! That was fabulous up there!"

"Oh my god it was incredible!" she laughed "Hey Taylor! You gotta meet this guy!"

Taylor swift walked over, just as bubbly as Julianne

"This is Jim, he's the best photographer in town!" she said excitedly

"Cool! Hi, I'm Taylor." 

"So good to meet you, my niece is gonna be very jealous, you know."

"Oh, really? Is she on Facebook? I'll send a message to her."

"Probably a photo would be best for now."

"Let me do it" she said as she got out her cellphone and expertly took a shot of us "Perfect!" she said as she looked at it "I'll send it to her email, how 'bout that?"

"Great!"

We exchanged email info for her. Miranda made sure I took photos of her with everyone there before she was hustled off by her people.

I searched out Mike and he was over the moon at how good the show went.

"Hey, Jim! You still have the same cellphone number, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"OK, keep yourself available, there might be some more music tonight."

"Here?"

"No, not necessarily here. I'll call you." He said as he went off with his crew.

OK, keep myself available. That should be easy, I'll just mosey on over to Tootsie's and get a beer.

Easier said than done, it turned out. Tootsie's was packed and impossible to get near the bar. So much for that, I thought.

Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming text from Mike.

"Be at the Wild Horse Saloon at 1 AM, code name is Kerosene."

I guess this is what he meant by additional music, complete with code names. 

The Wild Horse Saloon was down the street from Tootsie's and looked like a big dance hall in the middle of the city. At the door was a large billboard listing the acts for the week, tonight it only said "special guests". I got to the door and gave the code word. The doorman directed me to a backstage area where Mike was waiting.

"Great! You made it" he said "Miranda will be going on in few minutes."

"Wow, she never runs out of energy does she?"

"Well, this is a Pistol Annies gig so that's a little different." He said

Mike went out onto the stage

"OK, thank you for waiting Wild Horse Saloon...put your hands together for the Pistol Annies!"

The crowd seemed unsure who they were seeing until Miranda stepped up to the mike.

"Hello again, Nashville!" she said

And with that, they were off and running.

I snapped photos where I could, the stage was narrower than I expected and I didn't want to get in the way. 

Their after hours set lasted a little over an hour but the crowd loved the whole thing. This was another case where I knew none of their songs but did my best. When Miranda and the girls called it a night, I was exhausted. I looked at my watch and it was close to 3 AM. Miranda seemed to still have energy stored up.

"You had enough, Jimmy?" Miranda asked as she sipped a beer backstage

I took a deep breath

"Maybe, it's been a long time since I pulled an all nighter like this."

The girls laughed

"Amateur!" Miranda laughed "OK, get some shut eye sweetheart." She said as she stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You can show me the photos in the morning." She said

Mike patted me on the back

"Thanks, Jim...you get a medal for this one."

I walked back to the Landmark Hotel where I was asleep before I hit the pillow.

The phone in the room awakened me with a buzzing sound. I looked at my watch and it was after 8 AM.

"Hey babe, it's Miranda."

"Yes...morning..." I said sleepily

"Come on down to my room we can see the photos. I'll get breakfast too."

Miranda gave me her room number and though I was still a little sleepy, I made it down to her room. Miranda answered the door wearing a fluffy white robe, even at this early hour she looked great. She had such beautiful eyes.

"Whatcha in the mood for?" she asked as she got the menu "I mean for breakfast!" she laughed, realizing her double entendre.

I glanced at the menu and got a specialty omelet and coffee.

"Um, I didn't see your husband around last night." I said hesitantly

"He's out in California doing Voice auditions."

"How's that going?"

"He likes it, I miss seeing him though" she replied while looking at me "That's why I'm doing these shows, keep my mind active."

"Ah, I get it."

"Let's see those photos!" she said, quickly changing the subject

I set up my IPad and began scrolling through the photos (I'd had just enough energy left to transfer them from my cameras before I fell asleep). Miranda liked what she saw and was especially happy to see the shots of her with Taylor and Julianne.

"Oh, that looks so cool!" she said excitedly

"You were all great together."

"The three blonde babes!" she laughed

"Yes, that's a good description too."

There was a knock on the door and she hopped up to get the breakfast as it arrived. 

"So, where you from, Jim?" she asked as she dug into her meal

"LA, by way of Connecticut."

"Really, I've never been up there. Everyone talks about that area."

"It's okay, I haven't been back there in awhile."

"You like taking pictures?"

"Sure, best job I've ever had. I don't even look at it as a job now that I think about it."

"You get to Nashville much?"

"Not as much as I'd like, I love the atmosphere...but I doubt I could live here all the time."

"How come?"

"Um...I guess I like what's out in LA, maybe I've been corrupted."

We both laughed at that

"LA's okay but I doubt I could live there."

"Does your husband like it?"

Miranda seemed to be thinking a lot

"I'm not sure...he probably thinks the girls are prettier out there."

"Not as pretty as you, though." I quickly replied

Miranda gave me a bashful smile

"Aw, thank you, hon." She said as she touched my hand

We were looking at each other closer now

"Um...are you married, Jim?" she asked hesitantly, shyly looking down but with one looking at me just slightly

"No, I've...uh...n-never had the pleasure."

What was THAT I just said?

"You think I'm pretty?" she asked while softly touching my hand

"Y-yes...I-I do." I croaked out "you have great eyes."

"So do you, Jim." She said in a softer tone

There was a long silence between us

"Jim...if I asked you to do something..." she began "would you promise never to tell anyone?"

"Y-yes...certainly."

"You have to really promise me, absolute secret."

"Absolute secret...military grade" I said with a nervous chuckle at the end

"My husband's been gone in LA...and I miss him...how he makes me feel."

I nodded

"Will you make me feel good?"

My mind was racing now, what could I do to "make her feel good"? And if I did, would it be what she had in mind?

"W-what would y-y-you like me to do?" I stammered

Miranda extended her hand so it was caressing mine and she gave me that slightly wounded look she seemed to have on her album covers. I stood up and she did the same, we embraced and I held her chin in my hands, raised it up and softly kissed her. She returned the kiss and I felt her hand moving down my back. I hesitantly did the same and felt her ass, even through the thick material of the robe there was a great softness to it. It made me wonder if she was naked underneath.

"Maybe we should go in the bedroom?" she said softly

I nodded and she softly took my hand.

The bedroom in her suite was luxuriously appointed but I wasn't looking around at it, I was looking at her. 

"Remember, Jim?" she said "Please don't tell anyone."

I nodded

"You have my word of honor." I said adding a soft kiss

Miranda took a small step back and loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Other than simple white panties, she was practically naked underneath. Her tits were very nice handfuls with large areolas'. She seemed bashful about showing herself to me.

"Maybe I should be undressed too." I said

She nodded

I tried not to rush things as I took my shirt off and slid my pants down 'til I was just in my underwear too. Miranda was close to me and began to softly run her hands over my chest.

"You feel nice." She said softly "Please, touch me, Jim."

I took a hesitant breath and reached out and softly caressed her breast, it was so soft to the touch. She leaned in close to me and I could hear her soft breaths the more I felt her.

"Baby...so good..." she breathed

"Maybe we should be on the bed?" I whispered

She nodded

Miranda and I lay on the large bed and we embraced and touched one another. I slowly moved her onto her back and my hands began to roam as I kissed her. I looked into her beautiful eyes.

"Are you okay with what I'm doing?" I asked

"Please...just keep doing everything." She replied softly

My hand slowly drifted down to her white satin panties and I touched their soft material. They felt very warm, and I knew she was very wet underneath. Miranda was moaning now the more I touched her there. I boldly slid a finger underneath the waistband and she breathed sharply inward as I touched her pussy, I could feel soft hair before my middle finger found its way inside her, she was very wet. 

"Oh yessss..." she moaned "that's it...oh so gooood..."

"Am I doing alright?" I asked her softly

She turned to me

"Oh yes, baby...so good." She said with a soft smile and her eyes closed "let me make this easier."

Miranda slipped her fingers on either side of her panties and slid them off, instinctively, I did the same.

We were both naked on the large bed. We both sat up and I couldn't help but look at her naked body, she had such a "real quality" to her. She had a little bit of baby fat here and there and it added to her beauty. I reached out and caressed her tits and could tell by her smile that she enjoyed my touch. 

The phone beside the bed suddenly buzzed and she rolled over to grab it.

"Hello? Hey baby!" she said excitedly "...oh my god, you should've seen it! There must've been a hundred thousand there! Uh-huh, Julianne and Taylor showed up too...yeah, Mike had this great photographer take lots of photos..." she said looking at me "...uh-huh...oh, I miss you too..."

I knew who was calling and took this as my cue to leave. I slowly got out of bed and went for my clothes.

"OK...OK...I love you too, babe...See you soon." she said as she looked over and smiled, adding a small wave.

I gave her a small wave in return and found a business card to leave her.

"Can you hang on a sec, hon? Room service just arrived." She said as she put down the receiver down and while still naked, hustled me out to the living room area "I'm sorry it has to end like this...I promise I'll make it up to you somehow." 

"That's OK, I've got a flight to catch anyway."

"I just don't want you to feel bad and all..."

"I don't, you just keep doing what you do best" I said before kissing her lightly on the forehead "You're a lucky lady, and Blake's a lucky guy, don't ever doubt that."

She smiled in response before returning my kiss

"You made me feel so good." She said softly as she held me

"Well, You better get back on the phone or he's gonna wonder what kind of room service you ordered."

She immediately gasped, putting her hand on her mouth before running back to the bedroom. I could hear her apologizing on the phone.

I quickly dressed, gathered my things and went back to my room.

Just as I was about to put my card key in the door, I saw a note sticking out from underneath it. I pulled out the note and all it said was "Suite 112" and the initials "JH".

Now, who do I know with those initials? There was only one way to find out.

The door to Suite 112 opened and a blonde vision appeared before me wearing just a pink knee length t-shirt.

"Hi, babe." Julianne Hough said with that electric smile of hers as she hugged me "Mmmm...I missed you!" she said

I was understandably overwhelmed.

"...And good morning to you, too." I finally said, making her laugh

"Come on in, you want some breakfast?"

"No, I already ate...I will take some coffee." I said

"Can I take some of you?" she said as she sat down on the suite's big sofa

"You can always have THAT!" I said as I joined her. I looked around the room and there seemed no obvious signs that anyone else was there with her.

"Uh, I thought I saw Ryan with you last night."

"Uh-huh" she replied as she sipped her coffee "he went back to LA after the show."

"His work is never done, huh?"

"Oh, yeah." She said in a low, husky tone

I was suddenly overcome by a feeling of "what do I say/do NOW?"

"Uh, pretty awesome show last night." I somehow said

Her eyes lit up now

"Man, I couldn't believe that! That's the most people I've ever played for."

"Maybe next year, it'll be you headlining this little shindig."

Julianne gave me a bashful smile.

"Are you trying to get something out of me?" she asked with a suspicious, but playful look "Wouldn't be the first time you did that, you know."

I chuckled a little, I knew she was referring to the midnight tango we once did. Even with slightly mussed hair and no makeup, she looked gorgeous as she held her coffee mug with both hands. We were both on the large sofa and I couldn't help but notice her lovely legs as she now sat cross-legged on the couch facing me.

"Remember the little dance we did?" she asked as she got closer to me

"Yes, I doubt I'll ever be on Dancing with the Stars, though." I said 

"You didn't step on my feet, you know." She said as she got even closer to me and her voice dropped down a little, and sounded even sexier. 

"I wouldn't dream of it." I replied and softly we kissed.

As our lips parted, Julianne smiled widely at me

"Oh, I forgot how good that felt..." she said in a soft, yet very sexy voice

I could only smile in return as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Maybe we should try this in the bedroom?" she suggested

"Good idea." I replied

She eagerly sat up and walked towards the bedroom area, I had barely stood when I glanced towards her and saw her reach for the sides of her nightshirt and quickly pull it up and off, revealing her nicely shaped ass as she dropped her shirt behind her. Apparently she'd been "commando" the whole time we'd been innocently sipping coffee.

"Well, my oh my, what a sight to see." I said

She glanced over her shoulder, gave me a sexy look and wiggled her ass a little before beckoning me with her finger.

I practically broke both legs as I tried to quickly follow her and take my pants off at the same time. I somehow got down to my underwear (again) and found her kneeling on the bed.

"Get those off, baby and c'mon over here." She said in that playful voice she always seemed to have for the public in interviews.

I quickly got my underwear off and her smile showed she liked what she saw

"Hi, baby..." she said with arms outstretched

I fell onto the bed and my hands were all over soft, still faintly perfumed body. She gave out little breaths and moans of pleasure as I felt her.

"So good, baby..." she moaned as we kissed "Do with me, what you will..."

I looked at her and her smile showed how much she remembered our last time together. It was her way of telling me she was ready for whatever we did. 

"I'm not wearing a tie, you know." I said

She giggled in response; it was the little fantasy she lived out last time, being tied up with neckties.

"That's okay. I could dance again for you if you wanted."

Oh, man! She remembered the little striptease she did for me New Years Eve. Was that something to see!

"Maybe we should confine our activities to what we're doing here." I said as I rolled her over so she was on top of me. She shrieked a little at the surprise move I made. But enjoyed it as she was atop me and softly held my dick.

"Ah, this is nice." She smiled "Maybe I can make you feel good now."

Julianne began to slide my dick through her soft hands, it reacted accordingly and it made her giggle all the more. She slowly slid backwards down my legs and onto the bed until her mouth was level with my dick, then I saw it disappear into her mouth, the warmth hit me quickly, my eyes closed and head went back. I breathed in sharply as I felt her tongue slide all around its length. My eyes opened and I saw her beautiful blonde head slowly bobbing up and down.

"Like that, hon?" she asked with that cute smile of hers

All I could do was nod and somehow say "yes"

She wiggled her tongue in a very sexy way on the tip of my dick before slowly inhaling all of it again and then coming back up, letting her lips and mouth slowly expand around the head. Through this, she didn't choke at all and seemed to enjoy it. But I knew if she kept it up, this would end too quickly, I wanted more.

I caressed her soft blonde hair and she looked up at me.

"My turn." I said

She smiled widely and sat up. I couldn't help but admire how her tits looked so nice even in the slightly dim light of the bedroom. I slid down and she knew just what I was doing and straddled my face, her pussy was super smooth as usual. Not a hair to be seen.

I softly kissed her pussy and she breathed in sharply. I began to lick all around her pussy lips, and the more I licked, the warmer and wetter they felt. Above me I could hear her soft moans. 

"Ohhhh...baby...yessss...so good...oh yessss..."

Now my tongue went inside Julianne's pussy, god, it felt great!

I could feel her body shimmy back and forth the more I licked and sucked on her pussy, her breaths and moans becoming more pronounced.

"Oh god...yessss....baby...oh my god...baby...ohhhhhhhhgoddddd!" she cried out "oh my god! Oh my god!"

She let out a long slow moan and her body relaxed. She slowly dropped back down to the bed and lay next to me, breathing heavily. She turned to look at me.

"Oh my god...let me catch my breath..." she gasped

I turned to her and softly kissed her nipples, her body felt so warm the more I kissed it. I could feel her hand slowly caress my head and I turned to look at her.

"I'm ready now." She said

I looked at her and she nodded

I slowly sat up and ran my hand down her smooth and shapely legs. They felt wonderful and she gave me a beautiful smile as I moved her legs apart and pulled her towards me. My dick was still super-hard and I rubbed it a little on her pussy before sliding it in. Julianne let out a long slow moan as I penetrated her. She felt wonderful!

Her legs were resting on my shoulders as I started to fuck her. Julianne's eyes were closed and her mouth just slightly open as she breathed heavily. Her eyes opened and she looked at me lustfully.

"Yeah baby...oh yeah!" she moaned

My hands went under her ass and she was lifted up from the bed as I fucked her harder.

Somehow I felt my feet hanging over the edge of the bed so I pulled Julianne forward and my hands went around her waist. She knew what I was doing and wrapped her legs around my waist.

With one move, my feet were on the floor and I was fucking Julianne standing up! She had a big smile on her face as her arms wrapped around me.

"Oh god! This is great!!" she said excitedly "Fuck me, Jim...fuck me!"

It had been a long time since I tried something like this, but Julianne Hough was, well, somethin' else!

I loved seeing her lean back slightly and laugh at how good she felt.

"Yeah, baby! Oh yeah...oh god, yeah!" she moaned and grunted the more I fucked her this way. She got close to me and we softly kissed as I slowed down.

"I'm not too heavy am I?" she whispered

"No, not at all...you're just beautiful." I replied

"Awwww...baby..." she said as she softly kissed me

Our kisses quickly grew deeper as we held each other tighter




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 60



Somewhere I found the energy to fuck her again, harder this time. Her moans turned to cries of passion.

"Uh-huh...oh god...yeah...oh yeah...OH YEAH!!!" she cried passionately

I was using all the energy I had left

"Gonna cum baby...gonna cum..." I said through gritted teeth

She threw her head back, then forward quickly 

"Do it, Jim...do it baby...do it baby!" she said quickly to me with a determined look

I had nothing left and felt my explosion inside her

"Oh god I feel it!" she cried "I feel it!"

My legs were about to give out and we were both breathing heavy, I had to let go of her and tried to lay back down as carefully as I could on the bed while still "bonded" with her.

Our breaths were still heavy as she lay atop me on the bed.

"Wow...that was...awesome!" she said breathlessly "are you OK?"

I looked at her smiling face and could only nod I response, making her giggle and kiss me on the cheek before she rolled off me.

"Scoot up a little bit, we can sleep awhile." She said softly 

"Read my mind." I replied

Julianne pulled back the covers and we were soon curled up in one another.

"I forgot how good that felt, it's been awhile, you know."

"I guess since we haven't seen each other much, it's special."

"Awwww...you're such a charmer." She said with that classic smile the world always saw.

We were soon asleep.

Thanks to Julianne's ace driving skills (she probably learned from that racer she teamed with on "DWTS"), I made my flight back to LA just minutes before they closed the cabin door. I knew the all-seeing eyes of Uncle Sam had probably been on me when I went through security in Nashville and probably when I left LA too. I didn't mind too much, I had time to think.

Arriving back in LA, I didn't see any prying eyes follow me to the valet parking area where the Porsche was waiting for me in the late afternoon sun. With the top down, the 911 sped back onto the freeway to meet Joey and begin the second half of "Operation Now You See Me, Now You Don't".

The night time breeze felt good on my face as I drove home. I had a camera full of good shots, and a special encounter with two lovely ladies. 

My late partner Chris had never been too particular about what station his radio was on, in some ways he reminded me of my dad, who just simply turned the radio on and whatever was there he listened to. I used to think he'd find static appealing.

Anyway, the radio in the Porsche had been left on the top 40 station in LA and at this time in the evening, who has a radio show, but Mario Lopez. I couldn't get away from "Mister Buffed" if I tried. And who's on there with him this night, Maria Menounos. Like I said, I couldn't get away from them if I tried. I listened idly as I moved along the highway until my ears suddenly perked up;

"Now, here's a big story that just broke today, is there a Jersey Shore sex tape out there?" Mario said with (probably fake) surprise

"Oh brother..." Maria replied with a groan

"Right, the producers of the show haven't commented on this, wonder what my girl Snooki will say?" he said before going to a commercial.

I think I know what she'd say! But I also remembered what someone had said about me being "a keeper of secrets"; this was as good an example as any.

As I pulled up to the Sunoco station, Joey was right there, just as we planned.

"Hey, Jimmy boy...how was Nashville?"

"Very musical, as always." I said as I grabbed my duffel "All set on the transport?"

"Yeah, but I saw something kinda weird." He said as he started to work the controls and hook up the Porsche to his truck

"Weird?"

"Yeah, you said those Federal boys were watching you and all?"

"Right"

"Well, for the hell of it I drove down your street and there was nobody there at all, no cars, nothing."

"That's strange." I said "OK, let's do this, load up the car and we'll drive down there. If the coast is clear you can drop me off. If not, drive up the street and I'll make my way back on my own."

"You got it, amigo."

Joey and I quickly finished loading the car on his truck and headed for my place.

Just as he said, the street was largely empty. The Feds Crown Vic was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe they're hiding in the bushes?" Joey said as he looked around

"There's not much bush for them to hide in." I said looking closely out the window "OK, I'll get out here, thanks again, pal." I said

"Anytime, man." He replied as he drove off and I carefully made my way across the street and into my condo.

Smokie the cat was glad to see me as I went inside. Everything was in its place, no sign of any unauthorized visitors. But the way Smokie sat on the kitchen counter reminded me of something. I forgot to buy cat food before I left for Nashville.

"OK, kitty, OK" I said wearily "I'll make a food run for you."

I gave Smokie a kiss on the head and headed back out.

Cat food purchased, I started to drive home when my phone buzzed, it was Michael calling.

"Jim, have seen any news yet?"

"No, I'm on the way home from buying cat food, why?"

"OK, get over to my office quick, there's been a new development in your case."

"Is it bad?" I asked with quivering trepidation

"No, just get over here."

The U-turn I made in the middle of the boulevard would've made Jim Rockford proud as I sped to Michael's office.

It was different being in the same high-rise office building at night. There was an eerie silence as I pulled into the garage. Not far away, I could see the same Crown Vic the Feds had been following me with, only now there were two of them. Once I got inside, the silence was overwhelming as I rode the elevator to the suite of offices Michael's firm had. Its hallways were dimly lit and offices dark when I arrived. Only Michael's outer office was fully lit, a large man with a severe crew cut and a dark suit stopped me. Before I could say anything, his secretary Veronica was quick to explain;

"It's OK! He's the guy meeting Michael."

The stern man nodded and spoke into what seemed like a receiver in his palm, secret service style.

"Jim, come on in." Michael said very business-like as I entered. As he made his way to his desk, I saw he was still dependent on the silver tipped cane he bought after his spinal surgery, a final memento of the O'Brien incident. I had a similar one at home that had a silver dagger hidden inside. It looked like Michael had the same one.

"I believe you've met Mary Delaney." He said in a somewhat muted tone.

Seated on the large leather sofa, clad in a simple black dress was Mary Delaney, the woman I'd met during my meeting in Senator Geary's limo. Her red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and she gently grasped my hand. Standing next to her, expressionless and ramrod straight, was another dark suited agent.

"Hello, Jim." She said with a slight smile, not only did she look like the redhead on "Mad Men", she sounded like her too. 

"Have a seat, Jim." Michael said as she gathered his papers together "I hope you don't mind, this is Agent Abbott, he's with the Secret Service, he's been detailed to protect Mary for the time being."

"And the guy out in the hallway...?" I began

"That's Agent Costello, my partner." Abbot said "We have the detail for this evening."

"OK, now that we have the introductions out of the way, I'll get down to business." Michael said "Agent Abbott? Attorney-client privilege?" he said with raised eyebrows

Agent Abbott left the office.

"Geez, those guys make me nervous." Michael said as he took out a bottle of scotch and poured himself a glass. "There's been a big development in your case, that's why Mary is here."

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Mary asked, holding a cigarette as if expecting a light to be offered to her.

"Yes, I do." Michael said quickly without looking at her as he downed his drink in one gulp. Mary showed a look of annoyance before calmly putting her cigarettes back in her purse.

"I wanted you to be the first to know, as it'll be all over the news media very soon" Michael began "Senator Geary will be announcing his resignation in the morning."

"Wha-what happened?" I asked, stunned at the sudden turn of events

"A lot of things, a domino effect as it were." He continued "The Justice department's investigation found that Mary here was indeed on the government payroll, but not necessarily as his assistant."

"Excuse me!" Mary said with annoyance "I ran a very efficient office, Mr. Baldwin! I was not some cheap floozy!"

"No one said you were." Michel replied, trying to defuse the situation before continuing "Mary did indeed run his office" he said while looking at her for approval "but she was also involved in, shall we say, extra curricular activities with the Senator. His wife learned of this and threatened to divorce him. This isn't the first staffer he's become involved with, but to her it was the last, especially when she found out he had her on his payroll too."

"So rather than divorce, he's resigning?"

"Correct" he continued "and to avoid a protracted investigation, too. For you this means you won't be looking over your shoulder anymore."

"That's good, I guess" I said, relieved "what about the rest of the case?"

"It's being quietly handled behind closed doors. Sealed case files, affidavits, depositions the works. But from what I've gathered, this stuff with Mary might be the tip of the iceberg. Those guys are gonna have a lot of questions."

"What happens to her?"

"In exchange for giving the federal boys all the info they need, I was able to cut a deal with them and she leaves for Washington tonight. As you can imagine, this is all very hush-hush so your silence on this will be most appreciated."

"Oh, yes, of course."

A knock on the door and Agent Costello stuck his head inside

"We need to leave now, Ms. Delaney." He said

We all quickly stood up, Michael assured Mary he'd call her in the morning and she left with the agents.

As we sat in the now empty office (Veronica had also left) Michael poured me a drink.

After taking a sip of the strong concoction, I finally had the nerve to speak.

"I probably should've asked beforehand if you could answer any questions about this."

"Nah, go ahead, I figured you'd have plenty."

"I take it you'll be going to DC with her?"

"Yes, at the end of the week, just as a formality."

"Was that photo I sent any help?"

"You bet." He replied as he poured himself a refill "Turns out that was Mary, or Big Mary as the caption said."

"Great name, huh?"

"A classic" he replied before continuing "The girl in the photo named Sophie had been one of his previous assistants, she's the one that got Mary on his staff. Mary confirmed that."

"What happened to her?"

"That's what the Feds hope Mary knows, she disappeared not long after she left Washington."

"So how does Laura figure into all this?"

"Near as I can guess, Geary got sloppy." He said "He started running his mouth off and the wrong people heard him, looks like you were one of them, Jim. He probably figured he'd been in DC so long he could get away with anything."

"Why was he interested in Laura?"

"Ego, machismo...it's like uh, a drug with these guys. Why does any politician go after someone like her? I think ostensibly he wanted her to replace Mary on the staff, but he really wanted her for his private hideaway, wherever that was. Mary didn't want any competition so she blew the whistle on him."

"Was this before or after she blew him?"

"Touché'" Michael chuckled 

"Could Laura still be subpoenaed?"

"Unless she had any dealings with him directly, I doubt it." He said before adding "the same applies to you. I doubt they'd issue a subpoena based on one meeting in the back of a limo."

That still made me nervous. I knew I had no real dealings with Geary but Laura had said she knew a lot about Geary, her friend Vicky knew even more. 

"Even if she was, she could always plead the fifth." He said as he sipped his drink.

"Did your West Virginia connection help?"

"Yes, but not the one you're thinking of, it was the local party boss there that connected the dots. He's quite a character himself. He claims that his daddy helped elect Kennedy. But then everybody down there claims that."

"What about Artists Unlimited?"

"Oh, I know Chuck will be overjoyed. I'm sure he'll be calling me once this news gets out."

"Does Laura know?"

"That I don't know. She's not exactly an easy person to get a hold of. Maybe you can be of help there?"

"Me? I wouldn't know how to contact her either. I don't think she has my number anyway."

"Well, one way or the other she'll find out." He said before glancing at his watch "Whoa, it's getting past my bedtime."

As I walked back to the garage with a sense of relief, I still wondered how something like this, which seemed like the next Watergate, could have disappeared so quickly. Granted, I didn't know much about politics (I wasn't even sure if I should be a registered voter here or back in Connecticut) but the detective side of me started to come out. Were my actions responsible for bringing down a DC political boss? One piece of video started this scandal; did my discovery of one photo end it? I could see now why this town produced its share of heart attacks, ulcers, you name it. 

When I got to my car, I found a small envelope placed under the windshield wiper. Inside was an off-white card with "Thank You" in elegant raised script. I opened it and written in red felt tip pen was a message;

"Thank you for your assistance, please feel free to dial the number at anytime."

A business card was also attached inside. It had only a picture of a red 1970's-era Corvette; on the back of it was a phone number, also handwritten. I took out my cell phone and before I could dial the number, I saw there was a new voicemail message. Odd, I thought, usually the phone vibrates when a new call or message is received. It didn't vibrate when I was in Michael's office. 

I hit the button for voicemail and after the standard recording telling me when the message was received, came an effortlessly sexy voice;

"Hello, Hollywood...this is Laura. I just wanted to thank you for all you've done...it was so noble of you...I can't wait to see you again, so I can thank you...personally." She said adding a sexy giggle "I'll be seeing you soon, darling...bye..." she added a kissing sound for good measure.

The morning news was dominated by coverage of Senator Geary's resignation speech. The Senator appeared to fight back tears as he explained that he "had come to the conclusion that it was time to end my service to the people of Nevada," and "for the good of his family" he would be resigning from the Senate and "entering a private facility in Nevada for treatment of alcohol abuse ." His wife stood nearby but she didn't show any signs of regrets at her husband's decision.

Only those who didn't know the full story showed regret. And then there was me, someone who did know the full story.

And remember that TV correspondent named Laura D'Atri, the one who originally broke the story? She suddenly became a hot commodity in the TV news business and was the subject of a bidding war that ended when she was snapped up by one of the cable networks and rewarded with a nightly political show and occasional anchor duties on their newscasts. 

In the weeks that followed, Villa Del Sol mysteriously closed down, something about unpaid property taxes or disputes between its owners, it was never clear which was correct. Only the memories of the place remained. I made sure my memories were buried in an obscure computer file and on a flash drive buried in a safe deposit box I purchased on the advice of my attorney. Strangely ironic was I bought it soon after the bank opened a new branch, and it was box number 5. 

Looks like I wound up "taking the fifth" after all.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 61



I hate when I get myself into situations like this. On this day, untangling some power cords forced me to crawl under my desk just as I heard footsteps enter my office.

"Jim?" I heard Jeff Murphy's voice.

I sat up quick and promptly banged my head on the desk.

After grumbling some choice words I got up and fell back into my office chair, rubbing my head.

"Does it hurt?" he meekly asked.

I gave him a look that spoke volumes.

"Only when I laugh, what's up?"

"Small favor I need to ask of you," he said as he closed the door behind him "and if you refuse, I'll understand."

That got my attention, I could actually say "no" to something? I mean, meetings with Jeff Murphy in his office were an everyday occurrence. A meeting with him in my office was another story, especially when it was unplanned. 

"...But I'll also remember your answer when Holiday bonus time comes around."

Well, so much for saying no.

"Remember Gary Mackas? The man behind that little part of the business we didn't talk about?"

I thought for a minute, and then remembered the brief meeting I had with him awhile back. I remembered Gary was a little obnoxious but understood how he'd been important to the early success of Artists Unlimited, and I also remembered someone with him that day named Laura.

"Uh-huh" I nodded.

"He's calling in a favor and wants someone to photograph a show of his."

"What kind of show?"

Jeff started to stride around my office, idly looking at the photos on the wall

"Well, I wouldn't call it a show; it's more of an appearance by his Calendar Girls."

Jeff turned back to see me staring at my watch.

"Having problems with your watch?"

"No, I was just looking at the date on my fake Rolex and it's nowhere near December."

"Very funny, he calls them the Calendar Girls but it'll be posters and photos they're signing, that sorta stuff. He sent a stack to the troops overseas and it's his way of thanking them."

"How could he do that? Don't they have, like, Islamic laws against that?"

"Well, with this guy, where there's a will, he finds a way."

I looked at him skeptically.

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, come on! Think of it as a Tigress show without Tigress."

"That doesn't make sense."

"You'll get paid double your usual rate."

"That makes sense, where am I going?"

"Ah! That's the really interesting part. You get to go down to Camp Pendleton. Semper Fi, Hollywood!" he said, adding a jaunty salute.

Well, I guess it beats some strip club or car dealer in the Valley.

"Transportation will be provided, you ship out at 0900, Soldier."

"Aye-aye, sir" I replied with a lopsided salute of my own.

So that would be my adventure for the weekend. Saturday morning, I had my photo gear ready to go and was grabbing some last minute things when I heard a car pulling up. I looked out the window and saw a white Cadillac Escalade in the driveway. As I came downstairs, at the door were three ladies, when they saw me, their eyes lit up.

"Hi, Hollywood!" they all said in a giggly chorus.

The trio consisted of a gorgeous blonde who looked like she'd just dropped off her surfboard before coming here, an exotic Latina lady, and a brunette whom I knew all too well, Laura Austin.

Laura immediately came inside and hugged me.

"Hey babe!" turning to the blonde she said "This is Chrissie, and that's Stacy." She said as she pointed to the Latina beauty.

Each one gave me a hug and were all dressed in some kind of t-shirt and shorts combo.

"OK, ladies...uh, that's Smokie over there." I said pointing to my cat, who gave them a look of bored amusement as they all immediately began to fawn over him.

"So you're running this little trip?" I said to Laura.

"Right!" she said before looking at me "You're not wearing that are you?"

"What's wrong with it?" I said as I looked over my polo shirt and jeans combo.

"Everything, come on girls this man needs a makeover." She led the girls and me upstairs and began to rifle through my closet.

"Man, he needs a style overhaul." Chrissie said.

"I know. I should've taken him shopping when I had the chance." Laura said idly as they looked in the closet.

"Ah! This is a start!" Chrissie said as she found a colorful Hawaiian shirt.

"What are you gonna be wearing?" I asked, what else could I do?

"We're not the ones clothing challenged, Jim." Laura said as she looked for a good pair of sneakers "Yes! These will do fine."

She tossed me a pair of checkerboard Vans slip-on sneakers that nearly hit me in the head. They'd been a promo gift from a client and I forgot even had them.

"What about these?" Stacy said in a little girl-like voice as she held up a pair of green cargo shorts.

"Perfect!" Chrissie said "Perfect for the Marines."

"Aren't you supposed to be respectful at a place like this?" I said.

"Oh, come on! These guys like to party and that's what we're gonna do." Laura said 

"They deserve it!" Chrissie echoed.

"Right, now double-time it Hollywood! We gotta hit the road!" Laura said as she led the others out.

"We've got some of America's finest waiting for us." Stacy said with a laugh as they went back downstairs.

I think they're serious.

I got dressed, again, and outside was their Escalade. Bright white with ultra-tinted windows, it looked nice.

"OK, ladies, let's invade the halls of Montezuma and the shores of Tripoli." I said as I climbed inside. Stacy was driving with Laura alongside; Chrissie was in the back with me.

"This is a pretty sweet ride you've got." I said to Stacy.

"Actually it belongs to my boyfriend." She replied "He thinks I'm helping a friend move today."

"If he only knew!" Chrissie laughed.

"Oh! My god! He'd be so jealous!" Laura laughed.

"So what's the story on this party, anyway?" I asked as we got on the highway.

"Colonel Parker's battalion just arrived home from Afghanistan and he's giving a big party for them."

"Colonel Parker?"

"Save your energies, Jim" Laura said idly from the front seat "He's heard every joke you can think of."

"So there's no one in his battalion named Elvis?"

"No!" all three girls replied. 

"That's the oldest joke of them all!" Stacy said.

"What's this Camp Pendleton like, anyway?" I asked.

"Huge." Chrissie said.

"And this is the famous one?"

"The one and only" Laura replied "You're gonna like this place, Jim. It's right up your alley."

"Why's that?"

"Well...you'll see." She said with a smile" I'll leave it at that."

Knowing her, that could mean anything, but I still had plenty of questions.

"If you don't mind my asking, how is Gary involved in this?" 

"It's a little sideline business of his, the Colonel was his commanding officer and he likes to give back to his old unit."

After awhile on the freeway, Stacy pulled off into a big gas station/ rest stop.

"Make yourself useful, Jim" she said as she handed me her Union 76 credit card. "I'm gonna get some munchies!" she said as the other girls followed her inside.

One thing I discovered as I watched the "total sale" crawl upwards on the gas pump, I was sure glad I didn't own an Escalade! The area was abuzz with activity and filled with all manner of cars, trucks and bikes heading everywhere imaginable. Thought the windows on it were heavily tinted, I could see Laura striding towards me. She handed me a cherry Coolatta drink and sipped one for herself.

"Hey, gorgeous." She said as I was finishing up.

"Howyadoin', hot stuff?" I replied to the diminutive brunette "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, you know you can ask me anything."

"Your friends, Stacy and Chrissie, are they...I mean...do they..." I was unsuccessfully trying to find the right words.

"Work for my friend?" she replied, knowing just what I meant.

I nodded. I knew she frequently did "private parties" arranged by a mysterious woman I'd never met whose name now escaped me. 

"One of them does, I won't say who." She replied

"OK, fair enough" I said as I replaced the gas cap and grabbed a receipt from the pump "Was the card I found on my windshield the other night from your friend too?"

"Ah, you are the perceptive one, aren't you?"

"I guess it's a talent I've discovered out here" I said "So the car on there was yours?"

I was referring to the red Corvette on the unmarked business card that was left on the windshield of my car the night I was at Michael's office.

"How'd you guess?"

"Well, let's just say I only know one other person with a Corvette and his doesn't look anything like yours."

We both laughed.

"Um, what did the message on the inside mean about 'call me anytime'?"

"Just what it says, call me anytime" she replied "You've got a rare item there. Very few people ever get that card."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's her way of thanking you for your help recently. You're a good secret keeper" she said as she sipped her drink "Think of it as an unlimited gift certificate...I sure will."

Laura emphasized this by rubbing the crotch of my shorts, making me jump back in surprise as she laughed.

"Geez! People will see us!" 

"Like who?" she replied with a giggly smile.

"I don't know! Uh, all the little kids going to Disneyland! You know what I mean!" I said as I waved my hand around.

She seemed to like throwing me off balance at times like this.

Stacy and Chrissie returned, giggly as ever and loaded down with munchies and drinks.

"Did you rotate the tires, Jim?" Stacy asked with a giggle.

"Give it a lube job?" Chrissie added, making them all laugh.

I could only stand there nodding and smiling.

"I feel like I'm with a bunch of teenyboppers." I grumbled as I got back in the Escalade.

"Did you remember the Justin Bieber CD?" I asked in the same giggly tone as theirs "I refuse to be in a car without my Justin!" I added.

They were all laughing as we got back on the highway.

"Alright, there it is!" Laura said excitedly as we saw the camp's entrance. Camp Pendleton had a huge entrance that stretched across all lanes of the road with a giant "welcome" sign across the top of the gates and the Marine logo in the middle, etched in either stone or marble. A stern looking guard approached us wearing a razor sharp uniform with traditional blue pants, sand colored shirt and white hat.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." He said in a welcoming tone, so unlike his looks

"Hi, there!" Stacy said as she handed him a card, probably from the agency. 

"What's your name, soldier?" Chrissie said as she tried to get a look at his name badge.

"Corporal Thompson, ma'am."

He checked a list and looked at all of us. 

"Welcome to Camp Pendleton." He said. 

"Thanks, Corporal, We'll remember you!" Stacy said as we drove in.

"Whoa, he's a cute little soldier boy." She said as she looked back at him in the rearview mirror.

"Don't you get any ideas, Stace!" Laura said from the back seat.

"What ideas could she have?" I said to Laura

"Plenty!" she replied.

As soon as I saw a column of tanks, I knew this was the real thing. 

"Man, are those real tanks?" I said excitedly as I fumbled for my camera.

"Relax, Hollywood." Laura said "You'll have plenty of time to do that."

Not far away I could see recruits marching in super-straight columns, the sound of their marching cadences further telling me this was the real thing.

My eyes were bugging out as we passed a huge jet-powered helicopter and then a giant statue recreating the famous photo of the flag being raised on Iwo Jima during World War II.

Stacy pulled up to a large building that looked like some kind of recreation center. Randy emerged from a side door to meet us.

"Hey, ladies, good to see you made it" he said before turning to me "I remember you! We met in Chuck's office, right?"

"Right, I just can't believe I'm down here." I said looking around.

"Well, it's a little like home to me. OK, let's get everybody situated; the party's going on out back."

Chrissie had the hatch open and pulled out several identical duffel bags and gave one to Laura and Stacy.

"This way, ladies." Randy said as we went inside "Jim, you got your gear all set?"

"Yes, right here." I said tapping the weathered messenger I used or shoots like this.

"Great! I'm gonna take the girls to the dressing room, I'll buzz you when they're ready to come out, I want to get lots of photos of their, uh, 'entrance', if you know what I mean?" he said adding a playful elbow bump.

"Right, I know what you mean."

I rolled my eyes as he walked away. I thought personalities like that faded out with the leisure suit.

I followed the crowd noise and a set of glass doors opened onto a huge field with a live band playing and Marines of various types talking and laughing. The beer and food were plentiful. A huge barbecue grill was up and running with every variety of food imaginable on it. Coors beer provided a full setup of their products, but it was the sight of several lovely and suitably attired Hooters girls certainly caught my eye just as much as everything else there.

"Man...these guys go all out." I said to myself.

Just as I was about to get a beer, the band finished and I heard Randy over the loudspeakers.

"Alllllllrrrrright, Marines!" he yelled "Semper Fi gentlemen...and ladies!"

"Ladies?" did I hear right? "Lady Marines?"

The troops gathered bellowed various yells in response.

"I give you the man responsible for all this, your Commanding Officer, Colonel Parker!"

Colonel Parker stepped up onto the stage. He wore a bright red Marines t-shirt and khaki fatigues that showed he was still a muscular man of indeterminate age who'd definitely seen action not just on the field of battle but in barroom battles worldwide. He was accompanied by a brown and white bulldog wearing a matching shirt and ready to run off on his own, probably to attack the burgers on the grill. Or anyone that got in his way.

"Marines!" the Colonel bellowed "TENNNN-HUT!"

Everyone went ramrod straight at that instant.

"Gentlemen!" he bellowed before dropping into a more welcoming tone "...and ladies. Welcome home."

I kept looking around, where were the lady Marines?

"I'm proud of you all, this is your day. Welcome home..." he began a short speech thanking the battalion for their efforts overseas, I saw Randy move over to a table setup near the stage, he spotted me and called me over.

"You're in just the right spot. Stay right here." He said.

The Colonel wrapped up his speech and Randy returned to the stage.

"Alright, Marines...say hello to the Calendar Girls!"

A group of 10 girls came onstage wearing gray Marine uniforms and walking in formation, just like the recruits we'd seen as we drove in, serious expressions on their faces. Even though their hair was tucked into their caps, I could just pick out Chrissie, Stacy and Laura in the group. They marched to the end of the stage and stood ramrod straight.

"Ladies...present...arms!" Colonel Parker said in his best drill sergeant voice.

All the ladies moved their arms to the left side of their uniforms.

"What the hell has he got in mind?" I wondered as I snapped photos.

"Platoon..." Parker said before adding one of those official orders that sound like grunts to ordinary civilians like me.

At that instant, all the women in the group yanked what seemed like some kind of Velcro tab and their uniforms disappeared to reveal bikinis all in matching red with "U.S." on the left bikini top and "M.C." on the right. The bottoms had the Marine Corps. anchor and globe logo. All the troops yelled and hollered when the girls all saluted and said "Semper Fi" to everyone there. 

"All right! Your Calendar Girls! Let's hear it!" Gary yelled out

All the girls were all escorted to a big table and were immediately swarmed with guys looking for autographs and photos.

"Jim, need you down here!" I head Gary call.

"Here, compliments of the Colonel." He said as he handed me a bag.

Inside was a similar red t-shirt and hat with "Camp Pendleton" stitched in gold

"Cool!" I said as I put on the hat and stuffed my Red Sox cap into my camera bag.

"Now you look like you fit in here, pal!" he laughed as he went to check on the girls.

Laura, Chrissie and Stacy were happily signing and flirting with the soldiers while I was snapping away. 

"This isn't routine for you is it?" Laura was asked by a Marine just fitted with a prosthetic leg as I took their picture.

"Are you kidding, I love it!" she said happily as she sat on his lap and gave him a kiss "Last year we went to Okinawa, the flight took forever but we had fun."

I knew what she meant by the flight taking forever, but I'd bet hers was in the daytime and not at night in the rain like mine was.

"OK, that's it for now!" Gary said to those waiting in line "The girls will be back later." He said as he led the girls away.

"Jim, get yourself something to eat." He said over his shoulder as he put his arms around two of the girls "I'll see you later on."

"What a sleaze..." I mumbled with a smile as I shook my head and went to the food tables. 

"Hey, man...you with the girls?" I was asked as I got my beer and a pulled pork sandwich.

"You bet" I replied.

"Wow, must be cool." He said as we sat down with at a table "I'm Scott."

"Jim" I said as we shook hands "I take it your back from wherever it was you were?"

Scott laughed.

"Yeah, a year in Kabul, Afghanistan. The garden spot of the world."

"Do you mind if I ask, did you see a lot of action?"

"Action? HA!" he said with a laugh "The only time I fired off my weapon was when I got word we were going home!" 

"Where's home for you?"

"San Antonio, Texas."

"Cool, I know one of the girls is from that area."

"No way! He said excitedly "which one?"

"Uh...the one who's coming over here now." I said as Laura came to our table with a beer.

"Hey, Hollywood" she said "who's your friend?"

Scott quickly introduced himself and told where he was from, immediately they bonded over stories of the Lone Star state. Laura had put on a black t-shirt over her stage bikini and added white shorts and flip-flops. For the heck of it I took out my camera and casually snapped a photo of her with Scott.

"Take another one, Jim." She said as she moved to sit on his lap.

When have I ever said no to her?

After another signing session later on, Gary ended things for the day and began to lead the girls off, then stopped when he saw me.

"Thanks for everything, Jim." He said quickly as he handed a small envelope to me "the more formal payment will go through Chuck."

I only nodded and started to open the envelope, then decided to wait for a better time.

"C'mon, Hollywood! Let's roll!" Stacy called as she slammed the hatch on the Escalade.

"Coming, dear!" I replied as I tossed my bag in the back.

We were all loaded up and ready to head back to L.A. I took a last look around as we drove out the front. It had been quite an adventure. 

"Aw, rats...that hot Corporal's gone." Stacy groaned

"Well, that's show biz." I said with a chuckle.

Laura and Chrissie snickered.

As easy as it was driving down here, it was quickly becoming just the opposite on the way back. For some reason the main road back to the highway had become a parking lot. We pulled off into the lot of a burger joint and began checking the Escalade's GPS system. Just then a tricked out Jeep roared up nearby.

"Hey! It's him!" Stacy yelled excitedly "It's him!!"

"Who?" Laura said.

"That cute guy from the guard post!" she said as she got out.

"Well, you did say plenty could happen if she got any ideas." I said to Laura.

We all got out of the Escalade and went over to Stacy who was already chatting up the Corporal, now in civilian clothes and accompanied by two other ladies, both stunning brunettes one with short, bobbed-style hair, the other with shoulder length hair.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 61



"Nice wheels!" I said looking over the Jeep. 

"Tell her" he said turning to the shorter-haired brunette "she built it."

The brunette waved at me.

"Hi, I'm Charlene" she said as we shook hands "but everybody calls me Charlie. That's Michelle over there."

The other girl gave me a shy wave.

"Where'd you learn mechanics? I mean..." I stammered.

"Same place he learned guard duty." She replied, picking up on my faux pas "I was fixing helicopters in Kabul, but my Dad was chief mechanic at a Jeep dealership."

"Aha, so you learned by doing, huh?"

Before Charlie could respond, Chrissie jumped in.

"Hey, Hollywood, let's get some grub while we're here!"

"Hollywood?" Michelle said with a quizzical look.

"Oh, uh, it's an uh... I figured...um..." I was stumbling for words as the girls looked at me and either smiled or snickered. Over my shoulder I could see Laura and Chrissie doing the same.

"It's a long story, come on in and we'll tell you." Laura said, expertly defusing the situation and trying not to laugh at my predicament.

We soon found out that "Charlie and Co." were on their way to the beach for a party and were stocking up on supplies. Thompson, who we found out had a first name, Bobby, invited us to come along.

"Why not?" Chrissie said "Better than sitting in traffic."

The heat of the day was slowly being replaced by a cool nighttime, and a bonfire was already going when we arrived. There wasn't as big a crowd as at the Marine base, but it was definitely a military crowd there. The girls went off with Charlie and Michelle and were being introduced around. I tagged along and picked up whatever info I could along the way. To my surprise, I saw Scott there from the base. He quickly started to chat up Chrissie.

"Hey, lemme get a photo of you guys." He said as he pulled out a red Nikon digital camera.

"Hey, I've got one just like that." I said as I held up my silver model.

"Yeah, I just got it, I'm still learning how it works but it's really cool." He said.

Scott snapped off a photo of me with all the girls.

"Man, you're pretty lucky, you know." He said.

"In what way?"

"Come on, man...you got the girls there."

"It's not all glamour."

"I'll bet!" he said as he went off to get a beer.

I looked around for Laura and saw she was chatting with Bobby and another blonde.

"Hey, Jim!" he said as he spotted me "Wanna introduce you to someone, this is my girlfriend Allison."

"Hi, Jim. So nice to meet you." She said with a thick Southern drawl that made me expect to hear the words "I do declare" next.

"Can you believe this? I meet 2 people from San Antonio in the same day!" Laura said excitedly.

"The family reunion begins." I said, making everyone laugh.

As it grew darker, the cool breeze from the ocean became a little more apparent and more of us got closer to the fire. Bobby and Allison were already stating to do a little necking, when Laura and Allison were dared to kiss, it got a lot of hoots and hollers from those around the fire. When their lips parted, Allison had a smile that seemed to indicate she liked it. She whispered something in Bobby's ear and they went off, taking what seemed like a thin bedroll or blanket with them. I couldn't see where Chrissie and Stacy had gone off to. 

"You like what you see, huh?" Laura said as she turned to me before adding "Looking for someone?"

"Yeah, just wondered where your friends went."

"They're probably up in the pavilion area." Scott said as he pointed to a covered area up the beach that appeared to have picnic tables under it "It's kind of popular, if you know what I mean."

"Popular?"

"Yeah, guys take their girls up there." He said as Laura and I looked at each other.

"Think we should check it out?" I said to her.

"You gettin' ideas, 'Hollywood'?" she said with a smile.

"No...I just feel a little, I don't know responsible for them. Maybe it's just the beer talking." I said as I stood up.

"Oh, drunken sex. I can't wait." She said jokingly as she stood up. 

Scott led us up the beach towards an open building with picnic tables built into it. He had a small flashlight with him and when we got closer we could hear giggly voices and a loud groan. 

"Stacy?" Laura said.

When Scott shined his light inside, it revealed Chrissie, Stacy and Todd. All were hurriedly gathering their clothes.

"What're you doing?" Scott asked.

"What does it look like, bro?" Todd said annoyingly as he pulled up his pants and tried to shade his eyes from Scott's flashlight "thanks for killing the moment, pal!"

I stood there watching Scott and Todd bicker as they walked back to the party. The other three girls finished dressing.

"Was it fun?" Laura asked.

"Well, what little there was of him was nice." Stacy said, making them all laugh.

The trio of girls started back, I stayed behind for a moment and looked out onto the ocean. It had been a long time since I had a moment like this, alone with just my thoughts and a wide expanse of ocean before me. Behind me though, my ears seem to pick up another sound, then another. This was different and oddly stimulating, make that erotic.

But how could that be, and where was it coming from?

I carefully walked a little further down the beach to another covered picnic area. I could hear voices and soft breathing. It seemed like two women's voices.

"Who's there?" one voice said fearfully "who's there?"

"It's me, Jim." I said, trying to get a good look at who was inside.

"Oh...uh, ok..." the voice said. 

I started to walk towards the pavilion and the light from a small flashlight shined in my eyes.

"Hello?" I said hesitantly.

"It's me, Charlie." The voice with the light said.

I saw that Charlie and Michelle were the only ones inside. Michelle's back was to me as she put her t-shirt back on. Charlie was already dressed.

"You surprised us." Michelle said.

"We were just having a smoke." Charlie said as I heard the distinctive "click" of a Zippo lighter.

"Oh, uh, okay." I said "Uh, I guess I'll head back to the bonfire."

Odd, I didn't see them smoking before, or smell cigarettes anywhere around them.

I turned to leave, then saw what looked headlights far up the beach.

"I think the shore patrol is here." I said.

The girls quickly looked in the same direction.

"Beach patrol, Jim." Charlie said "let's go back."

I followed the girls back, wondering what was going on back there. I had an idea, but thought, nah, no way.

"Hey, there you are!" Laura said as we arrived back "we wondered what happened to you."

"Yeah, I ran into Charlie and Michelle, that's all." I said as they followed behind me.

"I think the Beach Patrol is on its way, we better shut things down" Todd said.

"I wonder where Bobby and Allison went off to." Charlie asked "he rode over here with us."

I looked around too.

"They must be up that way, let's go look." Laura said to me.

We started up the beach trying to pick out anything that looked human. The lights from the road gave us some sense of distance. Then we saw what seemed like two people lying on the beach, or somehow lying together. 

"Uh-oh, I think we might be interrupting something romantic." I said.

"Like what?"

"It appears someone is on top, if you know what I mean."

I was right. Even under the cover of the bedroll, I could tell Bobby was atop Allison and definitely fucking her. And from her reactions, fucking her good.

"Maybe we should leave them..." I said. 

"Maybe we shouldn't." Laura said as she touched my ass and gave me a sexy smile.

I turned to her, a little surprised.

"What are you doing?" I asked, sure I knew what she was doing, but still...

"Getting ideas, that's what." She said as her hand moved to the front of my shorts.

The reaction from inside was immediate.

She now embraced me from the front and we kissed.

"Let's give them something to watch." She said.

Laura reached for the zipper on my cargo shorts and as it went down, I could feel myself get even harder as I felt her soft hand go inside. When she slowly worked it out of my pants and into the cool night air I feel myself gasp. 

"Like that, babe?" she said looking up at me with that smile she did so well.

As usual, all I could do was nod my head.

Laura began to run her hand up and down its length, her fingers gently tracing a path around the head. I looked down and saw she was on her knees inhaling my dick as I saw Bobby pounding into Allison. Laura was expertly sucking my dick, using her tongue to great effect. My dick popped out of her mouth and she began to jerk it.

"Your dick is soooo nice, Jim. You know that?" she said as she looked at it sticking straight out, and then let it slide back into her mouth. There was so much I wanted to do with her but I had to try and hold out, I didn't want this moment to end.

But it did, and not by my choosing.

Bright spotlights were suddenly shining behind me, casting a shadow on Bobby and Allison, who hurriedly tried to gather themselves together. Bobby was yelling "shut the light off!" as Laura and I were trying to gather ourselves together as well. Behind us was the big truck from the beach patrol with lights flashing.

"Move along, everyone." A gruff voice said over loudspeakers.

I had to stuff myself back into my shorts. Laura was annoyed, but I think secretly, she was enjoying throwing me off balance, again.

We walked back up to where the parking lots were and soon found the others gathered by Charlie's Jeep.

"Hey, Bobby knows a hotel we can crash at, wanna come?" Stacy said to us.

I looked at my watch and it was close to 9PM. 

"I guess that would be our best bet, we can always leave in the morning." Laura said "Let's go."

We followed Charlie's Jeep to an ordinary looking motel called The Ocean Inn that looked like it had been a Motel 6 at one time, or still was. He went inside the office and emerged a few minutes later.

"All set, Room 315." He said.

"Do we owe you anything?" I asked, figuring the agency would cover our expenses.

"Nope" he said "Junior's an ex-Marine and runs the place. He figures it's his patriotic duty to give free rooms to his fellow Jarheads."

"Generous guy." I mumbled.

The room wasn't much to speak of and was obviously aimed at the beach crowd that wasn't concerned with big time amenities. But it did have two king size beds which everyone staked out a place on. We didn't mind, even if it got crowded quick with Bobby and Allison, Charlie, Michelle, Stacy, Chrissie, Scott, Todd, Laura and me all in one room. The bathtub became a beer garden thanks to Scott and the case of beer he'd picked up on the way over, and Michelle was on her cellphone ordering pizza for everyone. Even though he'd had quite a few, Scott was snapping photos of everyone and getting laughs at his innuendo-sprinkled comments. I couldn't make them out (I'd had a few too) but they were getting laughs. It seemed like Laura was getting more than others, and he was zeroing in on her tits, literally. He was using the zoom lens to great effect. 

"Come on...let's see 'em...!" he slurred.

Laura was laughing and unsure if she should give everyone the sight of a lifetime as Scott fell backwards onto the bed, laughing the whole time. He looked down for the count, at least temporarily.

I took this as my moment to duck out to the head (since we were around military guys I figured I should use that term) and saw the door was slightly ajar. When I opened it I got quite the surprise. Bobby and Allison were otherwise engaged, at least Allison was. She was on her knees giving Bobby quite the oral satisfaction.

"Whoa! Sorry!" I said.

"No, man, you can come in if you gotta go..." he said in a somewhat slurred tone.

"Hi, Jim." Allison said to me with a smile before she stood up "It's been some time since we saw each other, you know" she said.

With that, she slid her shorts and panties down and hopped up on the sink. Now it was Todd doing the oral work on her.

In such tight quarters, I felt a little embarrassed to be "emptying my tank" while I watched them. But how could I resist, Allison had now removed her t-shirt and revealed a very nice set of tits as she rubbed Bobby's head and gave a long, slow moan.

"Wanna do her, Jim?" Bobby asked

Allison looked excited at the thought.

"Uh, maybe later" I said "I'll give you two a chance to...um...you get the idea."

OK, maybe it was dumb to turn down an opportunity like this, but well...you get the idea. 

As I was about to leave, who was standing in the doorway but Stacy, who seemed amazed at what she was seeing.

"You turned them DOWN?" she said incredulously

I only shrugged my shoulders

"Well, if you won't, I will." She said eagerly and buried her face between Allison's thighs. Allison gave an excited yelp as she felt a new tongue on her pussy. Bobby seemed excited at this too.

Back in the room, everyone was reacting to the sight of Laura passionately kissing Chrissie, probably on a dare from Scott who was snapping photos again.

"I can beat that." Charlie said as she and Michelle went into an equally passionate lip-lock. It was something to see, 4 girls kissing. Now I was the one snapping photos. Things started to get heavier as Charlie began to caress Michelle's body around her breasts. I could tell those watching were a little surprised because the room got quieter as we watched this. I wasn't sure if I should continue snapping photos, this wasn't a layout for Penthouse I was shooting, but it sure was getting that way. And Scott was treating it as such.

"What'd we miss?" I heard Stacy say behind me as she emerged from the bathroom. Bobby and Allison followed. Bobby's shirt was off but Allison was completely nude.

"Are you causin' trouble Scott?" she said flirtatiously as she got close to him

He looked very flustered at this sudden encounter.

"He was daring girls to kiss each other!" Todd said as he downed another beer and tossed the can aside after loudly belching.

"You naughty boy!" she said to Scott "I guess you won't get any of these then." She grasped her tits and shook them close enough for him to see before turning to me.

"I'll bet Jim would like them!" she said with a smile. 

"Go for it, Hollywood!" I heard Laura say with a laugh.

"Hollywood?" Allison said with surprise "Oh, I like the sound of that!"

Allison proceeded to embrace me and I got the hottest, most unexpected, kiss. Everyone was hooting and hollering like before.

"I wanna see what I missed in there." She said as I felt her loosen the belt on my shorts. I turned to Bobby but he was getting close with Stacy, I guess he wanted to see what he'd missed. I heard an electronic "beep" and knew Scott was taking pictures again, but not of me and Allison. He had turned his attention back to Charlie and Michelle, who now had each others' shirts off. Laura was apparently trying to get something going with Todd, but it looked like that last beer had him down for the count. She could see what Allison was starting and she gave me an approving nod. 

Allison had my shorts undone and her hand inside my underwear. I was instantly super-hard as she giggled and exposed my dick.

"Oh, this looks nice..." she said softly "touch me Jim..." 

I reached, not for her tits, but her ass. It felt smooth and warm, and she was startled at where my hands had gone to. I could still hear that "beeping" sound as Scott continued to play shutterbug, but I was just lost in the feeling Allison gave me as she stroked my dick.

"Does that feel good, hon?" she asked in a sweet voice "I sure love it."

I looked over her shoulder and could see Laura on her knees, swaying to an imaginary soundtrack and teasing me with movement in her white tank top that had been underneath the black t-shirt she'd been wearing on the beach. 

"Oh, my!" Allison said as she turned to see what I was watching "You're gettin' a striptease too. I wanna watch this."

Allison turned and continued to stroke my dick as Laura began to slowly pull her shirt up until it was fully off and her gorgeous big tits were out for all to see. 

"Damn!" Allison exclaimed "She's got some boobies there, doesn't she?"

"Oh, believe me, he knows!" Laura giggled as she made her way past the passed out Todd.

Bobby and Stacy also noticed, Scott was already snapping photos and Chrissie had her hand over her mouth in surprise. Laura now continued her striptease, her denim shorts fell to the floor and revealed pink thong panties. She ran her fingers through her thick brunette hair and shook her ass.

"Anybody got some ones?" Bobby yelled out to laughter from everyone.

"You do the honors." She said to Bobby as she showed her ass to him.

"I'll do it!" Chrissie said eagerly, making Laura laugh at her sudden change of attitude.

Chrissie eagerly pulled down Laura's thong and gave her ass a big kiss and playful slap. Laura turned around and showed her perfectly smooth pussy to her. She raised her left leg onto the bed 

"Now kiss this." She said, almost daringly

I was still with Allison but I saw Chrissie's face disappear between Laura's legs. Laura let out a long moan and her head fell backwards. 

"Oooh, doesn't that look nice, Jim?" Allison said as she caressed my dick, it felt so good.

Scott was eagerly snapping photos and encouraging the pair for his camera.

"Yeah...keep doing that..." he said in an almost leering tone.

Todd had since come around and also liked what he was seeing. Laura noticed and slowly raised Chrissie's head, gave her a sexy kiss, then went over to Todd, Chrissie followed. Scott's camera now turned to Charlie and Michelle, who were apparently on the floor, maybe in a 69 position, I couldn't be sure.

Allison now turned my head to her and kissed me again.

"I gotta make my man happy, babe." She said before joining Bobby and Stacy on the bed

I'm watching the start of an orgy, and wearing nothing but a camera. 

Where I should go? 

What should I do?

Laura had Todd's dick in her mouth and was trading it with Chrissie. She now noticed I was the only one not "occupied" as it were. I saw her whisper something to Chrissie, who now saw my predicament, and smiled. Like Laura, she was naked and beckoned me over with her finger. 

"I wanna see why they call you 'Hollywood Jim'" she said.

Chrissie's golden blonde hair, crystal blue eyes only complimented a tanned and beach-ready body with beautiful tits that I couldn't wait to feel. 

She breathed in sharply as I felt them, making her pink nipples diamond hard.

"Ohhhh yesss...wanna feel your dick...looks so nice..." she cooed, her eyes slightly closed and with a seductive lick of her lips.

Chrissie pushed me onto my back and mounted my dick, as it slid inside her she moaned long and slow. She leaned down and we kissed, her lips were just as nice as the rest of her.

"Oh, fuck this is it!" she moaned.

Behind us we could hear a furious banging sound, we both saw Todd slamming into Laura against the headboard, being rather short all we could see was her feet and arms as he fucked her hard, his grunts and groans clearly heard. Chrissie turned back to me, and smiled.

"I think they're having fun." I said to her.

"So are we." She replied as she leaned back and started bouncing up and down on my dick "Oh god... fuck me baby!"

I turned to my right and could see Bobby fucking Allison while Stacy licked her tits. The sounds of passion were everywhere in the room.

A few more bangs of the headboard, and Todd dropped back onto the bed. Though she was still breathing hard (and sounding so sexy!) Laura still seemed to have energy left as I saw her come up from behind Chrissie and cup her tits and kiss her neck and cheek. This only made her moan all the more. "Fuck her good, Jim...fuck her good..." she said to me.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 61



I was still overwhelmed by what I was experiencing. 

"Does he feel good, baby...you like his dick inside your pussy...hmm?"

Chrissie could only choke out a faint "yes...oh I love it..."

"Jim's got such a nice dick...so nice...oh I love how you look Chrissie...so fuckin' hot...I'm so fuckin' horny right now..."

Laura got off the bed and stood before Scott and Bobby.

"OK, boys, still have anything left for me?" she said defiantly with hands on her hips.

Allison and Stacy didn't seem offended, in fact it seemed like they were excited. They weren't the only ones!

Laura got on the bed and seemed to be swarmed by hands tongues and fingers. Chrissie and I looked back at each other. I took the initiative and rolled her over and fucked her missionary now, but we both were curious what was happening just a few feet away. Plenty, as it turned out.

Laura looked over at me and smiled. Scott was standing behind her head, also naked except for a camera around his neck, Laura was holding his dick. Stacy was buried between her legs, while Bobby and Allison looked on. Hearing and seeing them only made me fuck Chrissie more, and I could feel an explosion building within me.

"Gonna cum, Chris...gonna cum..."

"Do it!" she cried "Do it inside me! Oh, god...Do it!!"

With a loud scream, we both climaxed and I exploded inside her pussy. As I lay gasping atop her, she was still fascinated watching Laura get fucked. Scott was still snapping photos of them, even while Laura was sucking his dick. Now Bobby was atop Laura, fucking her intensely. She was obviously experienced at multi-tasking. Scott was somehow snapping photos all the while. I gave Chrissie a soft kiss on the lips; she seemed ready to fall asleep. With a groan, Scott exploded in Laura's mouth, his cum dribbling out the sides of it. Allison looked thrilled seeing "her man" was taken care of so well. So thrilled was she that she kissed Laura on the mouth and the way it looked, their tongues were getting a thrill too. 

"OK, I've saved the best for last." Laura said as she sat up and wiped her mouth. She took a long swig of water and looked at me with a sexy smile.

"C'mere, Hollywood." She said in a singsong voice that made everyone laugh. 

"I don't know if I'm, uh, ready for action." I said, knowing I'd just exploded in Chrissie's pussy.

"I can take care of that" Stacy said.

Stacy had been in the background for much of the time, but then I was otherwise occupied so I had no idea what she'd been up to. She came over to me and softly touched my dick, letting it slide through her hands as she kissed me. She had great tits too and my hands were already on them. Laura also joined us, her huge tits were even better.

"My god, Laura your boobs are huge!" Stacy said with admiration "Big boobs on such a little lady."

"You can touch them too, you know." She replied. 

"Good things come in small packages you know." I added.

As Stacy and I kissed, I could feel her hand caressing my dick, letting it slide through her hands like before, it started to respond. When Laura joined us it grew even more. Stacy couldn't resist it and began to suck on Laura's big tits while fingering her ultra-smooth pussy, both girls were moaning with pleasure. My dick had definitely responded to the attentions of the girls.

"Now he's ready for action." Stacy giggled.

"That's good" Laura said "'cause I am too."

Laura and Stacy had me lay back on the bed. Laura turned her back to me, and with help from Stacy, I felt my dick slide ever so slowly into her pussy. Laura let out the sexiest moan I'd ever heard as I fully engulfed her pussy, her diminutive body was like a big doll in my hands and they went for her tits as she leaned back.

"Ohhhh Godddddd!!!! OH FUCK!!!!" she cried "FUCK ME JIM! FUCK ME!!"

I kissed her neck as we fucked, her body felt so warm in my hands, since she was so short, I could rub her pussy and felt my dick as it went in and out of her.

"God, yes! Oh my god...so fucking good!!" she cried out again.

I could feel another presence close by; it was Stacy, who kissed her before sucking on her tits again.

Another presence, I looked over and saw Allison feel Laura's tits.

"I've never felt boobs this big!" she giggled.

"Oh...suck 'em bitch!" Laura moaned.

Allison did as instructed; Laura was moaning and gasping up a storm. Stacy moved away from Laura's tits and I then heard a screech of pleasure. All I could feel was a tongue licking my dick as it fucked Laura but apparently Stacy was licking her pussy. Allison was still concentrating on Laura's tits when she moaned loudly. I turned my head slightly and saw Todd had entered her from behind and was fucking her.

This was such a blur to me. I couldn't keep up with everything or everyone. It was just a tangle of bodies and sounds of pleasure. 

I had one last bit to give.

"Laura baby..." I said as I slowed down "...wanna...wanna cum on your tits..."

"Oh yessss..." she moaned "Jim's gonna give us all something nice..."

Laura quickly got off my dick and knelt back on her knees.

"Stand up on the bed, Jim...look powerful." She giggled.

I did so and Stacy took hold of my dick.

"That's it. Stace...just like that" she said "Jerk him off."

Laura had placed herself close to me and now Chrissie had joined in

"Hope I didn't miss anything." She said.

"You're just in time" Laura said.

I had 3 girls around me, Bobby and Allison were fucking on the bed while Charlie and Michelle watched, holding each other close. Scott and Todd were both passed out on the floor.

And Stacy jerked me ever so lovingly.

"Make him cum...make him cum...make him cum..." Laura moaned.

"Cum on her boobs, Jim!" Chrissie said with an equally moaning tone.

"Oh, you feel it Jim...feel like you're gonna cum?" Stacy whispered to me "Gonna explode all over Laura's big boobs, babe? Oh, I know she'll love it...felt so good fucking her didn't it? Mmmm...she's so fucking hot isn't she? Give her what she wants, Jim...come on..."

The explosion built up, I took a deep breath and relaxed.

I know I was smiling.

All the girls squealed with delight as I exploded onto Laura's tits, then Chrissie went for whatever she could get as Stacy jerked the last few drops out of me. I slowly dropped to my knees as Chrissie and Laura kissed me. I definitely gave Laura a good shot, and she smeared it around her nipples, Chrissie did the same. We all looked at each other and laughed raucously as we lay down together.

"He got me all sticky." Chrissie laughed. 

"Not the first time for me." Laura said with a throaty laugh of her own.

Chrissie somehow found an unopened can of beer and we all toasted one another before exhaustion overtook us.

I slowly awoke amidst the silence of the room. The lights were off and my watch said 6:30 AM. Everyone was asleep around the room, on whatever spot of bed they could find, some on the floor, all were still unclothed. I needed some air and was very thirsty for some reason. I remembered there was an ice machine down the hall from our room and a water bottle I'd left in the Escalade. Slowly and silently, I found my t-shirt and shorts, inside were the keys Stacy had wisely given me for safe keeping. I first went in the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I could already hear water running as I entered. 

Interesting sight I encountered. 

"Whoops! Sorry!" I said as I turned around to leave.

Bobby and Allison were in the shower, fucking again. I had walked in on them, again.

"No, you can watch if you want." I heard Allison laughingly say "You wanna join us?"

"Uh, thanks but no, I've had my fun. I'm just gonna get some water."

"Okay."

The wet smacking sounds resumed as he fucked Allison. 

I splashed water on my face like I intended, and then went outside. 

I found the bottle and went for the ice machine. As I got there, I saw what looked like a woman crouched down against the wall, her head down. It looked like Charlie.

"Charlie?" I asked hesitantly "are you okay?"

She slowly raised her head and I could tell she'd been crying.

"My god, what's wrong?" I asked as I sat down beside her on the cold, hard concrete.

She took a hesitant breath.

"I'm gonna be in big trouble, I know it." She began "and I've only got myself to blame."

"Why?"

"Everything back there, we were all so drunk...and what I did...it's not good."

I didn't know what to say.

"This'll ruin me, I know it" she sniffled "everything I've worked for."

"What do you mean? What're you talking about?"

She looked at me with red eyes.

"You saw what I did, and that guy Scott took pictures."

I knew what she meant now.

"You think he might, blackmail you or something?"

"Worse, he doesn't need to." She said "This'll get back to my Commanders. I could get thrown out of the Corps."

"What do you mean?"

"Michelle and I, we've been...well, I guess you know by now." She said in a resigned tone.

"You're gay?"

She nodded. I listened intently and thought about what she said. It probably wasn't such a big deal with the others, but in her case, who knows? And military rules about one's choices in their private life don't always protect them.

"My parents don't know anything about us, but they'd never understand." She said through her tears "How could I tell them?"

I handed her my water bottle and held her close as I pondered the situation.

"OK, I've got an idea" I said calmly "You let me handle this, your secret will be safe with me."

"What're you gonna do?"

"You just fix yourself up" I said, adding what I hoped was a reassuring smile and a soft kiss on her forehead "I'll see you for breakfast."

I quickly went back to our room and found everyone was still asleep, especially Scott. He was on the floor, face down, naked and snoring. I looked all around the area near him and saw the red Nikon he'd been using all night, it was on the floor but loosely wrapped around his neck with a brightly colored lanyard. If I undid the clasp it was on just right, I could get the camera off. Just then he snorted loudly and turned over, so much for that idea. But he also moved his arm in an effort to get the camera off his neck, perfect! With his back to me, I slowly picked the camera up off the floor and breathed a sigh of relief.

Step one, complete.

I went for my canvas bag, tucked into the corner and found my silver Nikon, identical to his, and the little candy tin I used for memory cards and batteries. I inserted one of the cards into my camera and clicked it on. 

Perfect, any data on it had been deleted recently.

A jolt of paranoia hit me as Scott snorted again.

I now took Scott's camera and switched it on. Sure enough, the photos he took were there. Curiosity got the better of me and I quickly scrolled through them. Their technique was clearly amateur, but professional in what they could do to those involved. I switched it off and popped out the memory card. Perfect, he used the same card as I did, but his was a different capacity than mine. Maybe if I scraped off some of the markings from mine he wouldn't know the difference, it would have to do.

Scott snorted again.

Just then Laura, who'd been asleep on the bed above Scott, turned over and looked at me.

"What are you doing?" she whispered

"Saving a young Marine, I'll explain later." I whispered back as I worked fast to reinsert the blank card, then crept back to where he was sleeping and placed the camera near him on the floor.

Step two, complete. Mission accomplished.

I took the memory card from Scott's camera and stuffed it into the inner brim of the USMC cap I got at the base and started for the door.

Laura grabbed her black shirt and followed me outside, neglecting underwear. With her short stature, the shirt just covered her ass. I explained everything to her just as Charlie appeared.

"Mission accomplished." I said as I placed the memory card in her hand "Your secret's safe."

She looked at the card and seemed to immediately pick up on what my plan had been.

"Y-you're sure about this?" she said slowly and hesitantly.

"If he says he did this, you can trust him." Laura said confidently, placing a hand on Charlie's shoulder for emphasis.

Charlie's eyes closed and she exhaled slowly as she looked at the card, knowing its contents and the potential harm they could cause.

"Thank you" she said as she hugged me and Laura "I wish I could do something in return."

I thought for a minute, before looking at her Jeep.

"Well, if you ever sell this machine, give me first crack at it." I said.

Charlie smiled at the thought.

"You might have to wait a long time for that." She said.

"OK, a free oil change will do, then."

"You got yourself a deal." She said with a big smile as she hugged me again.

We went back into the room, where we carefully stepped around those who were still asleep. Bobby and Allison were back in bed and holding each other close. Charlie woke up Michelle and told her they needed to get going. They gathered their things together and I helped them load up the Jeep.

"We'll have to take a rain check on breakfast, my folks are expecting me." Charlie said.

"Mine too." Michelle added.

We all hugged and as her Jeep rumbled to life, Michelle gave me a smile and a little wave. Charlie looked over at me and mouthed the words "thank you" to me before putting on her stylish sunglasses and driving off. 

"Well, Hollywood..." Laura said to me "Looks like you saved the day again."

"Oh, it's all in a days' work for..." I said before heroically putting my hands on my hips and adopting a superhero stance "...Hollywood Jim!"

Laura looked at me like I was nuts, then began to snicker.

"I'll have to see if I still have my Wonder Woman costume." She said.

We both went back into the room, someone had turned the TV on but everyone was still in different stages of slumber. Scott snorted again and rose up from the floor.

"Oh man..." he said as he rubbed his head "what a night..."

"One for the ages" I replied as I began to gather my things together.

Scott reached for his pants and a shirt, and looked around the floor.

"You seen my camera?" he asked.

"Uh, it's over there, I think." I said.

He picked it up and clicked it on.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed.

"What is it?" 

"The pictures I took, they're gone!" he said angrily.

"How'd that happen?" Laura replied, acting just as confused. 

"Shit, man!" he was clearly mad "All those great photos from last night!"

"Lemme see the camera." I said.

I began to check the settings, even though I knew what had happened.

"I think I know what happened. Your battery died and I think when that happens, the memory is erased too."

"Shit! I don't believe it!" he yelled.

"I've seen it before. I think these Nikons use some weird kind of battery." I said.

Laura looked at me, she didn't seem to know if I was telling the truth or laying down one big load of Texas bull cookies.

"But didn't you say you had the same kind of camera?" she asked.

"Yes, but..." I stumbled while thinking fast "I had mine modified for a different battery."

Scott's silence seemed to indicate he was buying my explanation, Laura's did too.

"Shit, man...the one time I do something like this and I've got no proof." He said.

"Well, look at it this way" I began "Ever hear of a memory burn?"

"I think so."

"Well, that's what you got, and those memories stay with you forever, right Laura?"

She suddenly looked up from her packing.

"Oh! Uh, yeah! Absolutely!" she said, quickly adding a nod for emphasis. 

Scott seemed deep in thought.

"But we were all pretty smashed." He said.

"Come on, some things can never be dulled by alcohol, man." I said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right" he said before quickly adding "you're the photo guy, can you get mine modified like yours?"

Oh boy! Now I had to ad-lib my way outta trouble again.

"Geez, I don't remember where I got it done." I said sheepishly "might've been when I was in Tokyo...best advice I can give is just keep an eye on your battery power, maybe get an extra one and keep it with you."

"That sounds like a good idea." Laura quickly added.

"Yeah, OK, man. Thanks." He said "I'm gonna take a shower, maybe that'll help my head."

"Another good idea." Laura said.

"See you for breakfast?" he asked.

Stacy and Chrissie were more awake now.

"We should probably hit the road." Stacy said. 

I pretended to look at my watch.

"Yes, we can beat the traffic back to LA if we leave now." 

"OK, man...it was great meeting all of you." Scott said to me with a generous handshake and hugs for the girls. I wonder if he realized he was still naked from the night before.

Laura, Chrissie, Stacy and I dumped our gear into the Escalade.

"You drive, Jim. I wanna get some sleep." Stacy said as she handed me the keys and joined Chrissie in the back seat. They were asleep within minutes.

As we hit the road, Laura stretched out in her seat, put her feet up on the dashboard and ran her fingers through her thick brunette hair.

"OK, tell me the truth." She said to me.

"About what?" 

"The battery in Scott's camera."

"What about it?" 

"I've been around enough photographers to know batteries don't just run down and erase photos on their own." She continued.

"And?" 

"So how'd you do the battery?" she asked again.

I thought for a moment.

"Well, remember your 'good escort' saying?"

"Right. What about it?"

"I've just coined one of my own; a good photographer never tells HIS secrets."

I looked at her with a wiseguy smirk on my face.

"Uh-huh" Laura said slowly in response "Gee, maybe I should revoke that little gift card I gave you."

Now she was the one with the wiseguy smirk on her face, we both quickly laughed as we headed home.

Two weeks later, I was enjoying that rarest of events, at least to me. A weekend off, with no commitments or planes to catch. I had just finished a workout at Gold's Gym and was now enjoying my special blend of coffee, al fresco style with the Sunday newspapers. It was one of those special California mornings that made the previous week worth it. Just then my phone buzzed with an incoming text;

"Hi babe! A CEO friend of mine required a special assistant to accompany him on an inspection tour of his company's facilities in Europe and the Far East. But for now, he's holding a high level conference with me at his villa in the Caribbean, as you can see in the photo. You can see him in the background." 

I scrolled down to see a photo of Laura Austin, completely nude, on a beach. Her tits looked awesome and there was the tiniest hint of dark hair between her legs, she had her arms outstretched, as if saying "Ta-Daaa!" 

In the background, I could see the fuzzy image of a naked man walking behind her.

"See you when I get back!" she wrote on the bottom. 

I smiled to myself, I'm sure another adventure with her will be coming. 

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I heard a female voice say.

I looked up to see an exotic brunette wearing a Nike t-shirt and pink sweats.

"Uh, no, go right ahead." I said pushing the chair out with my foot.

"Thanks!" she said as she sat down "I think I saw you at the gym today."

"Oh, really? I hope I didn't embarrass myself on any of the machines."

She laughed.

"No! In fact, it looks like they've done a lot of good for you." She replied as she held out her hand "I'm Nicole."

"Jim."

"I thought you looked familiar, you do photos right?"

"Right, and what do you do?"

"I sing, I used to be with the Pussycat Dolls."

"Ah, so that would make you..."

"Nicole, Nicole Scherzinger." She said with a cute smile.

Perhaps my next adventure would come sooner than I thought.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 62



I had once again been the life saver (OK, I'll be honest, career saver) for a friend. 

Amy Adamson had been an aspiring agent at Artists Unlimited and had proven her abilities when she took over managing Tigress and returned them to the top of the music and concert charts. Now she turned her talents to managing Demi Lovato's career. A last minute call to me saved her tour when the photographer they'd been using suddenly got a diva complex and walked out on them at their opening night in Las Vegas. This proved to be the start of bigger things for her as she became a judge on the new season of "The X Factor". With her the show was a hit and its season finale was the event of the TV season. While all the prime attention would be on the winner, Amy informed me that Demi would do a surprise concert at a club called Red Light District. I knew the place all too well; it was where I'd first met Lindsay Lohan. Red Light District had been closed down for several months because its owner Derek Adams had a dispute with the liquor commission that led to a legal standoff. Since then the club had been available for rentals only. Derek was a good friend and usually pretty strong-willed but when he finally settled his legal case it had taken a lot out of him and now he was considering selling the place altogether so he could focus on another, more low-key club he owned called The Eagle.

"I don't blame you for wanting to sell this place, as good as it was." I said as he showed off the improvements he'd made, hoping to get a buyer before he changed his mind "You really were burned out by everything."

"Never try to fight city hall, Hollywood." He sighed "That's the lesson I learned."

Amy and another tour manager joined us and after pleasantries between us she got down to business telling Derek and his tech crew what Demi would require for her show as the road crew started bringing in equipment. I hovered in the background watching as the bustle of setting up her stage began. When I felt the presence of someone behind me, along with a beautiful perfume, I knew it was someone special.

"Hey, gorgeous!" I heard in her perky tone of voice 

Demi came around the corner of my head and kissed me on the cheek.

"Well, hello beautiful." I said as she sat down beside me.

"Man, it's so good to see you again." She said with that classic smile of hers

"You too, how did your tour go? I haven't really kept up with it like I should've."

Demi had been impressed with photos I'd taken for her tour book and tried to get me to be her official tour photographer but other commitments forced me to decline.

"Oh, it was great! After X Factor finishes I'll be going to Japan for like 3 weeks, then Hong Kong, New Zealand, Australia...shit, I'll be everywhere!" she laughed

"It's Demi's world and we're just visitors, right?" 

Now we were both laughing as Amy called her over

"You'll be here for the show, too I hope?" she asked as she stood up.

"Where else would I be?" I replied with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders.

She gave me a quick kiss and went off with Amy. 

Later that night, "The X Factor" crowned its new champion, a huge party crowd was all over Red Light District, and celebs past and present were everywhere. Britney Spears was surrounded by her handlers as she arrived, so I doubt she saw me. Khloe Kardashian waved to me as she made her way to the VIP section, I'd met her through her sister Kim. I got a drink and staked out a place close to the stage and waited for Demi to come on. 

Finally, Simon Cowell appeared onstage to give a typically dry introduction;

"...so it's been quite a long journey for everyone involved and I'm particularly proud to see this lady onstage again...ladies and gentlemen...Demi Lovato!"

Since I'd last seen her in Vegas, Demi had expanded her setlist. She still did the expected hits but to go along with the acoustic version of Lady Antebellum's "American Honey" she'd already been doing on the tour, the 70's country standards "Someday Soon" and "Only Mama That'll Walk the Line" were there along with Bruce Springsteen's "Because the Night" that began with her playing the delicate, Bach-like intro on piano . Demi made a point to give several flirty looks my way, she looked fabulous in black spandex pants with a white tuxedo jacket on top. Underneath I could see a black bustier' with small rhinestones on it. Her hair had gone back to the chestnut brown color she'd had when we first met.

Her performance was fabulous, her smile electric as she came offstage. 

Soon after, she came over and hugged everyone around before coming towards me and giving me a longer than usual hug and seductively whispering in my ear;

"Baby...let's go to your place...it's been too long."

I looked at her to make sure I heard her right. Her nod told me yes.

"Right...let's go." I said 

Demi and I made our way through the throngs of people out to my Mercedes SLK convertible that I'd parked out in back of the club. It was the closest thing the club had to a VIP parking area; in this case it was for the better. As I reached for the passenger side door, Demi immediately embraced me and her hand went for the crotch of my black jeans.

"That feel good, hon?" she purred

"Feels very good..." I said as I leaned in and kissed her

"Oh...I missed you, Jim." She whispered

Ain't it amazing how one night could be so memorable?

I got the car door open and she slid in. She'd changed into faded black jeans and a bright blue Nike track jacket. I quickly got in on the driver's side and the SLK came to life with a sleek whirring sound. Though we breezed past photographers who were staked outside the entrance, their flashbulbs definitely caught who was in the car.

"Do you think they spotted us?" she asked me

"Well...if they did you can always say I'm, uh, with the record company or something."

"No...you're my personal photographer." She giggled

"OK, that sounds a little more believable."

It was after midnight when we arrived at my condo. The traffic had dropped down to nothing and there was a beautiful late night silence around us.

"Oh, man...this is such a cool place!" Demi said excitedly as she looked around the condo. 

"Oh! Who's this?" she said happily as she spotted Smokie the cat, looking curious as to who the pretty visitor was "This cat is so cute, Jim! What's his name?"

"Smokie." I said with a smile "You want a drink? I've got iced tea, Sprite, fruit juice..."

"Oh, just water will be fine." She said as she stroked his fur "...what a pretty cat you are...yes, you are so pretty."

I got 2 bottles of water from the fridge and returned to see her on the couch with Smokie.

"It's not very often I meet guys with cats." She said

"Well, he's a good cat. I guess we compliment each other." I said as I handed her a bottle and joined her on the couch.

"So, Miss Demi...you've just finished your first season in reality TV" I asked, holding the water bottle like a microphone "Whatcha gonna do now?" 

Demi responded by giving me a long lovely kiss.

"That's what I'm gonna do." She said with that smile she was so famous for.

"I think that's a good idea." I replied as I returned her kiss "Better than Disney World, huh?"

"I've been to Disney World."

"In more ways than one, right?" 

"Uh-huh, and this way is much better..." she said, her voice dropping down to a soft whisper as we kissed deeply.

Once our lips parted, she hugged me

"Oh man...I missed you Jim. I don't know why but you just make me feel so special."

"I do?" 

Demi nodded

"You're just, I don't know, different. You're not really in the business, you're just a normal guy and I never realized how nice that can be."

"I guess you're right. Maybe the normal guys are better." I said with a nervous chuckle.

"It's not the normal guys that are better..." she said softly "...just the guys like you."

Demi's hand was rubbing the crotch of my pants, making me super hard.

"I guess you like what you're feeling." I said

Demi nodded

"It feels really hard...I wonder why?" she said softly adding a kiss.

Kissing her felt so beautiful, our tongues touched and her perfume only added to the intense feelings we both had at the moment. I knew her hand was probing inside my pants, I was getting harder the more I felt the touch of her hand.

Finally, she reached the inside of my underwear and I felt her soft hand on my dick. I breathed inward as this new feeling came over me.

"Feel good?" she asked, giving that smile the world often saw.

I nodded in response. 

Demi's hand was softly caressing its length

"Like what I'm doing, babe?" she asked softly 

I nodded again

"I can tell you do." She giggled

Demi slowly pulled my dick out and I heard a sigh from her, one that showed she was excited and liked what she saw. She gave me a sexy smile in return.

"It's beautiful..." she sighed

"Just like you." I said

Demi showed a bashful look and kissed me as she held my dick.

"Let me make you feel good..." she whispered

Demi began to softly jerk my dick as we kissed

"Mmmm...so nice babe..." she whispered "You like that?"

"Yes...oh man...I hope I don't cum too fast..."

"Don't worry about that...just relax honey...just relax..."

Her soft voice was so nice, my eyes were closed and I was trying not to let the feeling overwhelm me too much.

"Oh, my...I hope I do this right." She whispered to me

"You do what you feel like...I'm just as nervous as you are." I said

Demi softly kissed my lips

"Don't be, Just relax babe...just relax..." she said before softly kissing me on the cheek. 

And just like that old line about curiosity and the cat, I let curiosity get the better of me and opened my eyes for only a moment. 

Bad idea, "Hollywood".

It was but only a moment.

And it was all too much. 

With a groan and shudder I exploded.

Demi screeched a little as she saw the result of her handiwork. 

"Oh, my god...I'm so sorry...oh, man what a mess..." I gasped

"It's OK, hon...oh my...um, let me get cleaned up." She said

Demi left the room and I was left with only my humiliation. 

How stupid of me! 

I get a gorgeous lady here, and I let the nerves of a geek control me. 

If I wasn't in my own home, I would've gathered my things and left, not even saying goodbye, I can't do that now.

I felt so embarrassed, so utterly humiliated.

How fucking stupid!

"It's OK, hon..." she said "besides, I've heard that if a guy, you know, does that, it means he'll last, um, longer. If you know what I mean." She said shyly.

I finally mustered up the courage to ask a big question.

"Do-do you wanna see the upstairs?"

Demi bit her lip, as if unsure of her response, then gave me a naughty smile as she nodded.

Once in my bedroom, we lay on the bed and kissed endlessly. The dim lights of the bedroom only relaxed us more. My hands went to Demi's full tits and hearing her soft breaths was so beautiful. Demi slowly released her lips from mine and smiled.

"You should get undressed. We've both had a long day, why don't we get some sleep?"

"But, I, I just feel so bad and..."

Demi softly touched my cheek.

"It's OK, hon, it's OK." She said softly "please, let me sleep with you."

It felt a little weird having her say that, after all, it's my bed, right?

"I'll be right back." She said and left the bedroom

Okay, I thought, I've got a beautiful starlet spending the night here. Not the first time but always a nerve-wracking experience for me.

I better do as she says!

I had my shirt off and was undoing my pants when Demi appeared in the doorway, the dim light making her naked body even sexier. 

"Wow...you look beautiful..." I said in a voice barely above a whisper

Demi smiled.

"So do you." She said in an equally soft voice.

Her tits were nice and full, just as I remembered them in Vegas and her pussy totally smooth, just as I remembered it.

I pulled back the covers of the bed and before I knew it, we were both naked under the covers, wrapped in each others' arms, the dark and silent bedroom relaxing us even further as we fell asleep.

Soft kisses from Demi woke me, it was light out now.

"Hi, sleepy one." She whispered

"Did you sleep OK?" I asked

She nodded

"Good, I've been told I snore so I hope I didn't..."

"No way! You snore? My Mom says I do too!" she giggled 

"Well, if we did we didn't wake each other so I guess that's good."

Demi sat up and stretched her arms way up and out, man her tits looked nice! She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, but looked over her shoulder at me.

"I'm gonna take a shower...you wanna join me?" she said with a sexy eyebrow raised.

She didn't have to ask twice!

Demi's thick brown hair was beautifully mussed as she checked herself in the mirror, then she checked me out. Her smile told me she liked what she saw. I adjusted the water and we both stepped in. Demi let the hot water cascade through her hair, her eyes were closed and a look of ecstasy was on her face. I held her gently around her waist. I could feel my dick twitch as it came to life being so close to her under the hot water. I didn't know what to say, but Demi obviously did.

"Oh baby...this is nice...so nice..." she said "Let's get clean before we get dirty."

Demi took the liquid soap I had and poured generous amount onto a shower buff and then got a good lather going. All the while she was looking at me, like she was keeping me in suspense.

"Wash me, Jim." She said with a giggly smile

I took the buff and began to soap her generous tits. The scent from the soap made things even more erotic as I slowly lathered her tits in a circular motion. Even with the thick lather, I could tell her nipples were rock hard.

"That feels good..." she moaned "...keep doing that...sooo good..."

Demi's hand now went down and softly grasped my dick, it was getting even harder now.

"Feel good, baby...you're getting hard aren't you?" she said "I like getting you hard...you like what I'm doing, huh?"

"Do you like what I'm doing?" I asked her

"Ohhhhhyesssss...I love it..." she moaned "Go further down..."

I moved my soapy hand to her pussy and she was already super warm and wet. I immediately slid a finger inside her and she let out a slow, sexy moan in response. The more my finger probed her pussy, the more she moaned and her body began to shudder.

"Ohhhhhhhbaby...so good...oh so good..."

Demi no longer held my dick but rested her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes were closed and mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"Like that, Demetria?" I said, recalling the last time we were together and how she had me use her full name, saying it was sexier than just "Demi".

"Oh, you remembered...yes...I love it." She said adding a kiss "My turn now."

Demi slowly ran her hands down my chest and my waist until she got to where she really wanted to be. She gave me one more look of love before slowly going down on her knees. I breathed sharply inward as I felt her lips and tongue encircle my dick before it disappeared into her mouth. From then on she was licking and sucking me to an even greater erection, her hand also jerking back and forth on it. At one point I looked down and saw she had the entire length of my dick in her mouth and was gripping my ass to get even more in. Once she let it out of her mouth she coughed a little.

"Guess I can't do it like the porno stars yet!" she said with a giggle

"Y-you're doing fine..." I said as I knelt down with her and we embraced "my turn now..." I whispered.

Demi knew what I meant and stood with one leg on the side of the bathtub. Her pussy was beautifully smooth and she elegantly ran her middle finger through it before it was replaced by my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhyesssssss....Huh god...oh god...like that..." she moaned urgently.

My tongue was fully inside her pussy now and I could feel her clit on my tongue, making her moan and gasp even more. I felt her hand on my head, pushing me even further inside her hot pussy. Finally I heard a deep moan and her body began to buckle. I quickly stood and held her as she shuddered in my arms.

"Are you okay?" I asked

"D-do you really wanna know?" she said breathlessly

"I think I got my answer." I said as I kissed her

Our kisses were long and loving. When we parted she smiled and nodded at me

"I want it...I'm ready..." she said

I tried to get inside her standing up but in the shower, it wasn't as easy as I thought.

"Let's do it out there." I said

Demi and I exited the shower and I quickly turned her around.

"Bend over Demetria...bend over the sink..."

Demi did so and I rubbed my dick around her ass. Then felt it with my hand. Though it felt wet and soapy, it was ready and waiting for me.

"Ready, Demi? Ready to get fucked, huh?"

"Oh yes...fuck me Jim..." she replied while bending over more so her cute ass was waiting for me.

My dick slid into her pussy from behind, she let out a long moan as it went further and further inside her.

"Uhhhhhhhhyeahhhhh..." she moaned

I held onto her hips and started fucking her. I looked up slightly and saw our reflection in the mirror.

"Look in the mirror, Demi....watch yourself get fucked..." I said

Demi looked up and I saw an excited look on her face in the mirror's reflection.

"Oh god yes!" she said in a mix of ecstasy and lust

"You're getting' fucked Demetria..."

"Yes! I'm getting' FUCKED!" she laughed as she swung her head around playfully.

This only made me fuck her harder and the smacking sound of water and skin smacking each other could be heard. Her moans and gasps sounded so erotic. I slowed down and held her close. In the mirror I could see she had a wonderful smile, I knew she was loving every minute of all this.

"Oh God, Jim....gonna cum...oh god I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried out over and over until she relaxed. I held her again.

"Turn around...I wanna see your tits." 

Demi turned round and held up her generous tits for me.

"Is this what you wanted, babe?" she asked in breathy tone "You wanted my tits? My boobs? Huh?"

"Oh yeah..." I said as I held and caressed them "I wanna fuck 'em too."

"Oh yeah? How you gonna do that?" 

"Sit up here." I said as I moved her up onto the sink, her legs wide open. 

"Oh, gonna do that, huh?" she said

"Uh-huh."

I slid my dick into her pussy and she moaned again as I fucked her again. I could see my dick slide in and out of her, Demi's moans sounding so hot.

"Oh, fuck me Jim...god, fuck me!"

I kept a steady pace going and she kept up with the moans and gasps. I loved seeing her tits bounce up and down as I pounded into her.

"Come with me..." I said

I led her back into the bedroom and playfully tossed her on the bed, then climbed up and straddled her belly. Instinctively she pushed her tits together and my dick now slid in between them.

"Oh yessss...mmmmm so fucking hot...you like my big boobs, Jim"

"Oh yeah...you like my dick, Demetria?"

"Yessss...yes, I do...love watching it like this...I want you to cum, Jim...cum on my boobs..."

She didn't have to wait long. I could feel my explosion building around the time she climaxed, but I'd been able to hold on, not anymore.

"Gonna cum...oh, yeah gonna cum...ohhhhhhyeahhhh!" I yelled as I exploded onto her tits.

"Yeah! Oh yeah, Jim! Oh yeah!" she yelled excitedly as she jerked every last bit out of me.

I collapsed onto the bed. We were both still wet from the shower but Demi crawled up and lay on my chest.

"That was fun!" she giggled.

I just rolled my eyes and breathed out.

"So, did I...did I prove that theory you told me about?"

"Hmmmm...I don't know, maybe we should do it again and find out."

"Demetria Lovato...you'll be the death of me yet!" 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 62



We both laughed and held each other 'til we fell back to sleep.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 63



It was a strange scent that awoke me.

I turned over in bed but could still smell a hint of, I don't know, lilacs? Whatever it was, it smelled nice. 

But when was the last time I had lilac-scented pillows? 

When I opened my eyes, the next sense hit me, and it wasn't nice. It was a screaming hangover that filled every inch of my head. Just looking around the room was a new adventure in pain. 

But this wasn't my room!

It was nicely furnished, I'll say that. It seemed like an upscale apartment of some kind, not a hotel. OK, that's a start, I'm not in Vegas, and not in the penthouse apartment my director friend John McDonald had loaned me when I was in New York last. There was an IPod attached to a Bose radio on the table next to the bed, the clock read 7:45 AM.

A bigger mystery revealed itself. I had nothing on, my clothes were scattered on the floor, my shoes nearby. OK, get dressed and see where I am. Before I could move, a soft breath was heard next to me and a brown haired girl turned over, she seemed naked too.

Before I could try and register who she was, her eyes opened and she screamed. I did too, and was jolted out of the bed and onto the floor.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??" she screamed out

Before I could answer, she whirled around and grabbed a pistol out of the matching bedside table on her side.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hang on a second!" I quickly said while tangled up in the sheets and trying to hold my hands up.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!" she yelled

"Lemme get my clothes!" I tried to say as I heard the gun click. I was still trying to gain my footing.

"How the fuck did you get in here? Who are you?" she yelled, shakily holding the gun

"I'm Jim...and I don't know how I got here!" I said still holding my hands up.

There was a moment of silence now.

"Oh, god... what a headache!" she moaned before regaining her composure and pointing the gun again "Don't move!"

I held my hands up and the sheet dropped, exposing me to her.

"Put the sheet up!"

I grabbed the sheet

"Don't move!" she yelled again

"Make up your mind!" I yelled back

(Where did that attitude come from?)

She still held the gun in a shaky hand, but then relaxed a little.

"You say you don't know how you got here?"

I nodded.

"Neither do I." she said before looking down

"Jesus! I'm naked!" she exclaimed as she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her.  

"Well, that makes two of us." I replied, though I had to admit, she had nice tits. 

"Cover yourself up!" she yelled

I was finally able to extract myself from the sheets and blankets I was tangled in and at least be able to cover myself better.

"Uh, my p-pants are over there." I said pointing shakily at the pile of clothes nearby

"Get 'em." She said, still pointing the gun, her eyes trained on me like laser beams.

I nervously crawled across the floor to my khaki pants.

"My shirt is over there, do you, um...?" I asked nervously

She nodded.

"OK, I'll ask again...how did you get in here?"

"I have no idea." I replied as I sat on the floor "My last memory is a party I went to."

"OK, I remember that too." She replied

There was still an uncomfortable silence between us.

"Can I at least ask you your name?" I finally said

"Stana...Stana Katic." She said

"Well, I'm uh, Jim." I replied "Could you lower the gun, please?"

She looked at the pistol, then warily lowered it and placed it on the bed.

"What was the party for, anyway?" she asked

"Well, I'm a photographer for a company called Artists Unlimited," I began "...and a client of ours was doing a guest spot on a TV show..."

"What show?" she interjected

"Castle."

"That's my show!" she said

"Oh, well, um, pleased to meet you, then."

"Wait a minute...oh my god...you were with the girl from Tigress, right?"

"I guess I was...yes, you're right!" I realized "I think I agreed to be her date."

"Then it looks like someone went home without their date." She said, now adding a slight smile.

"But how did I end up here? And where is 'here', anyway?" I asked while looking around.

"You're in my apartment, if you must know." She replied "I live here during the season." 

"So, you're part of the cast, right?"

"Right."

"OK, that solves one mystery."

"Maybe my cellphone will provide some answers." She said as she got out of bed

I tried not to check her out as she stood up and I got the full picture of her naked body. She had very nice tits and was completely smooth between her legs as far as I could tell.

"Go ahead and look, I guess I saw all you had last night." She said nonchalantly as she passed by.

"I hope you liked what you saw..." I mumbled to myself "Can I get some water?"

"Sure, go ahead." She replied from the next room.

I went through the pockets of my pants, but what was there provided no solutions to the growing mystery. There was a scrap of paper with an address that didn't seem familiar, a crumpled business card of mine, and a matchbook from someplace called the King Kong Lounge. My own cellphone didn't help much either, its battery was dead.

Stana seemed to be going through her phone too when I joined her in an adjoining room that seemed pretty disheveled, much like us. She had since put on a Chicago Cubs t-shirt but that didn't cover her up much.

"Solve the mystery yet, Detective?" I asked

"Looks like you know my character." She said as she continued to scroll through her phone.

"Lucky guess...um, have you ever heard of a place called the King Kong Lounge?"

"Oh, my god...were we there?" she groaned before holding her head again. Her hangover must've returned.

"What is it, anyway?"

"Well...if you must know" she began "it's a private club the show's producers have somewhere, I've never been sure of the location."

"So, we were there?"

"We?" she asked with eyebrows raised

"Well, yeah. I've got a matchbook from the place." 

Stana looked closely at it, just as confused as I was.

"From your reaction, it sounds like it's not the greatest of places." I now said

"Let's just say, it's not somewhere I go often." She said as she handed the matchbook back to me. 

"Uh-huh. I see now."

"Look, you seem like a nice guy but I don't know you and I really think you should go." She said quickly

"Right...I should be going."

I quickly gathered my things and headed for the door. As I opened it, I turned back to see Stana, still closely examining her cellphone and oblivious to my departure.

"Uh, it was good to meet you..." I said

"Yes...see you sometime." She replied hesitantly without looking

So, how did all this happen, you might be asking?

Well, it's a rather nice story now that I think bout it

It all began with an old friend, Amy Adamson. She'd risen up the ladder rather quickly at Artists Unlimited and had engineered the return of the female music trio Tigress back to the top of the music charts. Always thinking of the bigger picture, she wanted to make the girls multimedia stars. They'd already contributed music to films and now the idea of putting one, or all of them, in movies or TV was just as tempting. Their lead singer Candy Stratford seemed the obvious candidate for this. Candy certainly had star power, I'll say that.

"So like I said, we're gonna put Candy on TV." Amy said to me as we rode in a limo to a lunch meeting she was having with the producers of the detective series "Castle".

"I gotta say, you always did dream big." I replied as I looked over my Nikon camera

"It probably should be my middle name." she chuckled "What would you say to handling the photos for their website?"

"Have I ever turned you down, Amy?" I said

She smiled widely

"Then, let's get to work, Hollywood." 

A week later, we arrived at the sound stages of the studio and were met by the producers who gave us the schedule for the day. The episode would be something of a dream sequence and would be a "film noir"-styled story set in the 1940's with Candy and the show's co-star as the "femme fatales" of the episode. 

The director of the episode, whose name I forget, saw a unique opportunity as I fiddled with my camera. One scene would be outside a police station and I was hustled me off to wardrobe and given a vintage camera, thinking it would add to the sense of realism involving a "crush of reporters". 

"You look great!" Amy said as she saw me in full costume

"I feel silly." I said as I fiddled with the collar of the old leather bomber jacket I wore "and this jacket itches."

"Let's get a second opinion...hey Detective Beckett!" she called out

A sexy, brown haired woman wearing a stylish trench coat tied tightly at the waist came over.

"Whatcha think?" Amy said as she pointed to me

She laughed

"You look great!" she said "Is he a friend of yours?"

"Yep, see the cameras...they're going for authenticity here."

The woman in the trench coat nodded at me

"He looks good...real good." She said as she continued to look me over.

An assistant came over to tell me they were ready to rehearse my scene. As I was led away, I overheard her talking to Amy;

"He's cute! Is he taken?"

"Not as far as I know, here's his card... give him a call, he's a cool guy."

My "scene" as it were, had me as part of a crush of reporters and photographers trying to get at Candy's character as she exited a police station, escorted by the 1940's version of novelist Richard Castle, looking very Bogart-like in similar trench coat and fedora hat. Working with the old fashioned camera proved to be the toughest part for me. I'd been so spoiled by digital. No matter, a few clicks of the flash were all they'd need. The rest of the time, I'd just follow Candy around, getting whatever candid shots I could. 

Around 5, the director called a wrap for the day. 

"Hey! Jim! Wait up!" I heard behind me as a limo pulled up beside me, the window rolled down and Amy and Candy were inside.

"They're having a wrap party for the episode, you should go." Amy said

"Geez, I'm kinda beat...can I skip it?"

"You could... but I know a certain actress who'd be very disappointed." Candy said

"A certain actress, eh?" I replied "Is this actress in a limo right now?" I said to Candy

"No, but she'd gladly drive you to this party." Candy replied

"Well, never turn down a ride in a limo with a pretty girl, I always say." I said as I climbed in.

We soon pulled up to an unmarked building next to an auto parts warehouse.

"The party's here?" I asked cautiously

"This is the address they gave me." Amy said looking at the slip of paper.

The privacy screen between us and the driver slid down.

"It's completely legit, Ms. Adamson." The driver said "I've driven the cast down here a bunch of times."

Just then, a large gate slid open outside revealing several other cars within a parking area.

"I guess this is the spot, then." Amy said as we got out.

Inside was a raucous club with music playing from a live band that appeared to have members of the show's cast in it.

"My, my, my, this is the scene..." I said as I looked around.

"I think the bars over there. Get us a drink, Hollywood." Amy said as she took Candy to mingle with the cast.

I got drinks for the girls and as I rejoined them, I spotted the girl I'd seen in the trench coat leaning against the bar, looking very sultry, the lighting made her look like Lauren Bacall now that I thought about it.

"I'll have to get that girl's name." I thought to myself.

As the party went on, Amy had me get photos with cast members. But oddly, I kept seeing the "trench coat girl" hovering around the fringes. I wanted to know who she was. But every time I tried to ask someone from the show, or the production people, they got distracted before they could tell me.

Finally, I decided to find out for myself. The girl was back at the bar, sipping a glass of wine.

"Um, I keep seeing you around here but I can't be sure just who you are." I said to her.

"Oh, really?" she replied as she delicately held her wine glass "Well, I'm part of the usual crowd here."

"Ah, so you're one of the, shall we say, usual suspects, as the saying goes?"  

"You could say that."

"I guess I could. I'm Jim, and you would be..."

"One of the usual suspects you referred to." She said before quickly adding "And one who'd like to get know you a little better."

"Well, we're here..."

"Yes, and I know some place better we could go, too."

Before I knew it, this mystery lady had taken my hand and led me outside to a large black Mercedes sedan.

"Wow! Awesome wheels!" I said excitedly

"Thanks, it comes in handy on nights like this." She said as she opened the back door and got in, I followed.

"My place, Robbie." She said to the driver

And from there, I have no idea what happened next or how I wound up in the bed of someone named Stana Katic.

I settled back into my routine at work, convinced that this one night stand was just that. But I still wanted to fill in the missing hour (or hours) of that night. Plus learn more about this woman I'd been with who seemed able to morph into a femme fatale. Who was she?

I decided to start backwards, who set this up in the first place? 

Of course! Amy Adamson!

"You've gotta be kidding me!" she groaned when I called her that morning, I think I woke her up.

"Come on, it's a legitimate question!" 

"Not at this time of the morning..." she said while yawning

"What was her name?"

"OK..." she said with a tired sigh "her name is...no, I think I'll have you figure that one out yourself."

"WHAT?"

"Figure it out yourself, you went on a detective series, surely you picked up something while there." She said before yawning again.

"Amy! Come on! It's too early for games!"

"My words, exactly." She laughed before hanging up the phone "Happy hunting Hollywood!"

I don't believe it! This is how I get repaid for all the work I did for her? I sat back in my chair.

"Oh well, I guess some mysteries weren't meant to be solved." I said to myself

Just then, my phone buzzed, the caller ID said "unknown."

"Hello?"

"Hi, uh, is this Jim?" the female voice on the other end said

"Yes."

"Uh, this is Stana, Stana Katic, we met in my apartment."

I sat upright immediately

"Yes! Yes, I remember now."

"I think we got off on the wrong foot, I'd like to meet you. Maybe we could have a drink somewhere?"

"Sure! You name the place."

"My place, seven o'clock, let's do it right this time."

"I'll be there."

Mystery solved!

Luckily, she gave me her address. I'd been in such a fog that morning I never bothered to get it when I'd been there before. And since I'd been in a limo, I couldn't use the GPS in my car to retrace my route. 

I'm glad I was sober when I returned, though. Stana had an apartment in a high-end complex called Metro West.

"Metro West, where have I heard that name before?" I muttered to myself as I pulled up and looked at the name plate on the front of the building.

That's it! The last time I saw Jennifer Aniston, she wanted me to look at renting a place there, at a very generous discount. Seeing the place from the outside now only made me more curious about accepting her offer. 

I nervously knocked on the door to her apartment.

Opening the door was not the actress I remembered, but someone else altogether. It was the mysterious woman I'd seen at the cast party for "Castle."

"Hello, Jim...my name is Nikki...Nikki Heat." Said the woman 

"Oh-kay...uh, have we met before?" I asked

"Oh, yes...at the party the other night." She said as she led me into the large apartment that still looked the same from the last time I was there "You looked so good, you know. I just had to get to know you better. You seemed to like the other person who lives here."

"And who would that be?" I replied cautiously as we sat on a large curving sofa

"Stana Katic, she's a very good friend of mine."

Nikki, (or was it Stana?), was dressed in a slinky silver negligee' and her brown hair was elegantly coiffed and perfumed too.

"Let me get you a drink, guys like you are bourbon lovers." She said seductively

"Oh! Uh, actually I'm not, I..." I tried to decline her drink (I had a very bad experience with bourbon years ago and reliving it at this moment was not high on my "bucket list" as it were) but to no avail. A glass was presented to me and I feared the smell of it making me vomit as I remembered my last encounter with the stuff.

But oddly, it had no smell. In fact it smelled more like...apple juice?

I took a small sip, it was apple cider. Rather good, too.

"You like?" she asked as she sat close to me.

"Yes, this is very good." I said as I took another sip

"Good, I always keep the good stuff around...for guys like you."

"Is that so...Nikki?"

"Yes...I like the good stuff." She said as she got even closer "it makes the tongue loosen up...so it can be put to, shall we say, good use."

Stana/Nikki got even closer and softly kissed me on the cheek.

"Yes, I can see why you want the tongue loosened up. Was there some secret you're trying to get from me?"

"Yes, I'm trying to find a man named Hollywood Jim."

My eyes widened immensely. Did she say what I thought she said?

"W-w-who?"

"Hollywood Jim, he's supposed to be the big player in town. I wanna find him, find out if he's all he's been said to be."

Now what do I do? Play along or run like hell?"

"I've never met anyone by that name." I said quickly

"Yes, you have...and I'm looking at him right now."

I was trapped!

"You see, this Hollywood Jim has certain distinguishing characteristics."

"I do? I mean, he does?"

"Oh yes, the cameras he uses, very high-tech. He has a love of technology."

"R-really?" I croaked

"And his car, yes, his car." She said still sitting close to me "A sleek Mercedes SLK. Unlike others in their Porsches, he prefers a more...shall we say...subtle blend of technology when it comes to his car."

"Um, I r-really don't know what you're talking about." I stammered "In fact this is getting just a little too weird."

"There's one definitive way to find out." She said firmly

"Oh, and what's that?" I said as I stood up.

"Drop your pants, and I'll drop mine." She said

"No way, uh-uh, no can do!" I said firmly and got up to make my way to the door. "I know a lot of weird things happen in Hollywood, but this meeting is just getting too weird, even for a doofus like me." I said

"Suit yourself, hot shot." I heard behind me, it felt like a thunderbolt had hit me.

I slowly turned around.

"What did you say?" 

"Hot shot, it's a nickname I know you have. You got it from someone didn't you?"

I was still silent, not sure what to say at the moment.

"Someone by the name of Aniston, right?" she continued, her arms spread out on the top of the couch and a look of steely determination on her face, like she'd just confronted the accused, and was ready to make the arrest.

"Jennifer Aniston, ring a bell...hot shot?"

"I know someone by that name yes."

"I do too."

"You do?"

She nodded.

"She told me, you're a great guy who should live in a place that fits his personality."

Her tone of voice had returned to the one I heard when we awoke together and when I'd seen her on the set. Perhaps the role-playing had ended. 

"You should consider this, the place you should be."

We both stared at one another and then a smile came over her.

"Welcome to Metro West, Jim." She said with a laugh.

I was still confused.

"OK, I'm lost here." I said "what just went on?"

"It's called improv, Jim!" she laughed "Also known as Acting 101."

"So you're name isn't Nikki but..."

"It's Stana, Stana Katic." She said as she stood up and kissed me "and you played this perfectly!"

I breathed a sigh of relief, still unsure of what went on but I had to admit it was unique.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 63



"So Jennifer put you up to this?"

"Right, she and I used to take acting classes together. Now, how about a real drink?"

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna need that."

Stana poured two glasses of wine and we returned to the couch.

"So, where did the Hollywood nickname come from?" she asked

"Oh, that...it was something a friend started calling me back in high school and it just stayed with me."

"I like it, it's very unique."

"Well, it's a guaranteed conversation starter every time someone uses it in a crowd, that's for sure."

"Hey, it worked on me." She said with a smile before leaning in close again "Now how about showing me what Jennifer told me all about."

"What would that be?"

"Come on! Do we have to role play again?" she groaned

"Uh, no...I'm just not sure what she told you about me."

Stana put down her wine glass, I did the same and we now embraced.

"She told me that you were a sweet guy, very funny, and..." she gently kissed me "a good lover."

"Well, I better not disappoint, then." I replied as I returned her kiss.

Stana's hand worked its way down my back and mine did the same. The material of her dress was satiny smooth and I could hear little sounds of pleasure from her as I reached the small of her back. I couldn't feel anything through the material, could she be naked underneath?

"That feels nice, Jim." She sighed

"What you're doing feels nice too." I replied softly

Stana smiled broadly

"C'mere..." she said and we kissed deeply

Her lips and tongue felt soft and wet as they met mine. She slowly pushed me down so she was atop me on the couch and we continued to kiss.

Finally, she sat up and ran her fingers through her thick chestnut brown hair as she caught her breath.

"Nice..." she said with a smile to me "let's make it even better."

Stana reached for my belt and began to loosen it. She had an excited look on her face as the belt slipped through its loops. I guess she could tell that underneath I was getting more and more excited. My pants unsnapped, she slowly slid my zipper down and reached inside my underwear.

"Oh, yeah...I can tell you're just as turned on as I am." She said as she felt my dick.

I nodded at her and felt her hand as it caressed my dick, making it grow even more.

Stana reached for what seemed like hidden buttons on the shoulder of her negligee' and her shoulder was quickly exposed, then the slinky material fell further before she caught it and held it. She looked at me bashfully, either she was hesitant to expose herself to me or using this hesitation to tease me. Her quick smile solved that mystery as she let the top fall and I saw her nicely perky tits.

"Very nice..." I said adding a lecherous flutter of my eyebrows.  

"You think so?"

"Would a friend of Jennifer's lie to you? She did say I was a sweet guy."

"You forgot one thing."

"What's that?"

Stana leaned down so she was very close to me again.

"She said you were a great lover..." she said softly "...and I wanna see if it's true."

Stana sat back up and began sliding my pants and underwear off as best as she could until I was naked from the waist down, it was pretty silly seeing my pants and shoes tangled up as they were.

So erotic...NOT!

"Let me make this easier." I said as I stood up

"I've got a better idea." She said as she took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

We were back where everything started, but this time the circumstances were much better. Stana let her negligee' silently drop to the floor and she quickly got my shirt off until were both naked. Stana was definitely smooth down there all right and her body felt soft and warm against mine as lay on the bed kissing and fondling one another. Now I rolled her onto her back and kissed her tits, licking the nipples. She was breathing heavily and letting out little gasps of words as best she could. Her body was perfumed with a beautiful scent that only added to the passion we were feeling. I worked my way back up her body, kissing her neck, chin and cheek before returning to her lips.

"Mmmmm, baby...lemme give you head..." she said softly

Slowly and silently she crept down the length of the bed until she was kneeling in front of my dick, she held it in her hands, caressing it, enjoying the feel of it.

"Nice!" she said to me with a naughty smile.

Stana let my dick slide into her mouth and I immediately felt a rush of sensation as her wet tongue enveloped it. My head went back and I breathed in sharply.  

"You've got a beautiful dick, Jim." She said softly once she came off it.

I was breathing heavily now

"Let me...return the favor." I said once I caught my breath.

"Ooooh...what did you have in mind?"

"Let's trade places and you'll see."

Stana knew just what I meant and she took my place as I saw her legs open and her smooth pussy beckon me. It looked so smooth and pink. Like a centerfold now that I thought about it. 

I softly kissed around the sides of her pussy before doing the same on the lips. Then adding my tongue, all the while I could hear her soft breaths increasing the more I kissed and licked. I looked up and could see her eyes were closed and she was touching her nipples ever so softly with the tips of her fingers. Finally her breaths had become words;

"Yesss...don't stop...don't stop...so good..."

I plunged my tongue into her pussy and she gasped loudly

"Yes!!! Oh my god, yes!!" she cried 

I continued to probe her with my tongue, she tasted so sweet and pretty soon her body was convulsing and gasps and moans were all I could hear. Suddenly a huge jolt seemed to go through her body and she let out a loud grunt before relaxing. I slowed down my licks and slowly sat up and saw her still gasping but her eyes were open and she had a big smile on her face.

"Oh yeah...Jennifer was right...come on, baby...I'm ready..." she gasped

I knew what she meant, I was ready too.

Stana opened her legs wider and bent them as I got up closer to her, my dick slid into her with no effort, she was super-wet. I felt the warmth of her pussy and she moaned long and slow as she felt me go all the way inside her. I was quickly fucking her and her arms wrapped around me and drew me in closer as we fucked. We kissed as we fucked and it only added to the wonderful sensation. 

"Yes baby...so good...fuck my pussy...fuck me baby..." she said in my ear gently urging me on "Do me baby...oh yeah, baby...do me doggie, babe."

I sat up and she quickly did the same, turning around to look at me over her shoulder.

"Let's rattle the walls..." she giggled as she bent over slightly and held onto the headboard.

I got behind her and felt her soft ass.

"Fuck me, Jim..." she giggled

My dick went inside her again and she moaned again, very loudly.

I was more aggressive this time and she let out a mix of moans and cries as we fucked more powerfully now, me holding onto her hips, she grabbing onto the headboard.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" she cried "Make me cum, Jim...make me cum!"

What a lady this was!

I could only hold out so long, though.

"Gonna cum, babe..." I gasped

"Yes! Cum inside me...make me cum too...ohhhhhhhgoddddddd...I'm cumming!!!" she screamed

With a grunt of my own, I exploded inside her.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard but still smiling at one another.

"Wow...she was right...she was right..." she said breathlessly as we lay side by side.

I was assuming she meant Ms. Aniston, but why spoil the moment by asking?

I woke maybe an hour later. The bedroom was dark and silent. Stana was wrapped around one of the large pillows on the bed, like she was hugging it. I gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. She breathed and smiled at me.

"Much better sight than last time, huh?" I said

Stana breathed in.

"And this time I know who you are..." She whispered "...Hollywood Jim."



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 64



San Francisco, the city by the bay.

San Francisco held a special memory for me. I'd first met Blake Lively there when she did the movie "Dreamer". Since the city had always been known for a populace that came and went, often via the ocean, I suppose it was fitting that we'd had a whirlwind romance that ended when filming ended. I guess some cities are meant for that.

Blake had moved on, she was a married woman now, was I mad? Nah, who am I to tell someone who to marry? When I heard about her marriage, I smiled.

"Congratulations to the lucky man." I said to myself. 

Though when I later learned of the secrecy with which their wedding was handled, I wondered who was really calling the shots, and was glad I didn't receive an invitation. I was reminded too much of a wedding I was "accidentally" not invited to.

Now I was returning to San Francisco and a new project.

Mark Stein, whom I knew from several film projects he directed, was filming the concert scenes for the first season DVD release of the TV series "Nashville". One of the season's plotlines had been a co-headlining tour of major arenas by its two music stars, one of whom was up and coming singer Juliette Barnes, played by Hayden Panettiere. Hayden did all her own singing on the show so it gave her music scenes extra authenticity. Mark was given the task of filming performances of her character's that would be edited into episodes. For the DVD, all the songs would be combined into a full concert, with a few extra songs. 

Mark's past work had given him enough clout and the legendary Fillmore West became the venue for country superstar "Juliette Barnes".

"Bring back a few memories, Hollywood?" He said to me as we walked around the building and he plotted out camera angles with the series director of photography while crew members set the stage up for "Juliette's" band. Mark had heard all the stories of the "Dreamer" production from the director of photography.

"Oh, you bet." I said "I think Blake was standing over there when they set off the flash bomb." 

"I'm just glad she didn't fall off the stage, I've seen how tall she is."

"Her legs were probably insured for all we know."

Mark's phone buzzed

"OK, great...sure, why not?" he said

As he hung up the phone, he turned to me.

"You'll be happy to know our star has arrived." He said with a smirk.

"Which one?" 

"Three guesses, and the first two don't count." He said as we headed for the lobby.

As we walked into the lobby, the doors to the building opened and in walked a petite blonde with a mega-watt smile.

It was Hayden Panettiere. 

"Hi, Mark! So good to see you again!" she said happily as she hugged him "So, is this your friend?" she said looking at me.

"Yes, this is Jim. He's the guy from Artists Unlimited."

"Hi, I'm Hayden!" she said with that electric smile and dressed in a purple Nike track suit combo, her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

"Hi, it's good to finally meet you, the guys in my office are very jealous of me."

"Oh, really?" she laughed "Why's that?"

"I don't know, maybe they remember you from Heroes."

She rolled her eyes in response

"Oh, god...everyone seems to remember that show."

"It made you a geek goddess with the Star Trek set, right?"

Hayden let out a boisterous laugh at that.

"Yes it did!"

Mark's phone buzzed again and he went off with Hayden to go over the staging of her concert.

That evening the audience at the Fillmore got to see the San Francisco debut of "Juliette Barnes". And I'll admit, if Hayden wasn't an actress, she could definitely have a future in the music business. 

With the concert finished, I was wondering what to do next when Mark found me.

"Hey, feel like some dinner with a star?" he asked

"Promoting your self again, Mark?" I joked

"Very funny, I'm serious. The network's buying dinner for everyone."

"Not a bad idea."

"I know Hayden would be disappointed if you didn't come." he said with same smirk on his face.

"Oh, get real Mark!" I said dismissively 

A TV star interested in me, that's rich. 

The network sprung for dinner at a seafood place called Dirty Harry's. It was just the right blend of ritzy (in terms of the food) and rowdy (the décor, a mix of the city's embrace of the counterculture). Prominently displayed was a large poster for the movie of the same name, signed by its star. Mark told me of several projects he had in the works, chief among them a sequel to the "Hannie Caulder" film he'd directed Miley Cyrus in to be titled "Hannie Caulder: Diablo Trail". The only problem he had was getting Miley to commit to a sequel.

"Why would she hesitate, I got the feeling she loved the film." I said as I sipped a Corona beer and dug into my umpteenth crab cake.

"Aw, who knows?" Mark said with frustration as he took a sip of his drink

"Maybe you just need a new Hannie Caulder?" Hayden interjected as she sat across the table from Mark

"And whom would you suggest?" he replied

"Why not me?" she suggested confidently

Mark chuckled in response

"Well, I appreciate that but, well..." he said trying to find the right words

"I could do the part. I've been riding horses for a long time." She quickly added

"I think she's putting the moves on your film, Mark." I said with a smile as I took a sip of my beer "What have you got to lose for giving her at least a screen test?"

Hayden also smiled, like she appreciated my support of her.

"OK, well..." He finally said before quickly adding "It's just in the talking stages now. Miley might change her mind and do it after all."

"That's good enough for me." She said "Jim, let me buy you a drink."

"My Mom said I should never refuse the offer of a lady, so you've got yourself a deal." I said as I stood up

"Well! Looks like I've got some competition for you." Hayden laughed as she led me to the bar.

"White wine, please...and a...what are you drinking, Jim?" she asked as she turned to me

A pretty girl's buying me a drink in a place like this? 

Skip the Corona this time, Jim!

"Oh, uh...a seven and seven, please." I said

"A seven and seven for the gentleman." Hayden said in an elegant, ladylike voice.

Hayden looked like a million bucks even in a pair of slim-fit black pants and a white cashmere sweater with a black shirt underneath. It made her blonde hair shine all the more.

"So, tell me something..." she began as we got our drinks and she leaned against the bar "Why do they call you Hollywood Jim?"

I was taken aback and tried not to swallow my drink hard.

"Well, it's just a nickname I got in high school. What did they call you in high school?" I asked, trying to be cocky.

"I wouldn't know. I was home schooled." She said with a smile that said "top THAT".

"I guess I lost that argument."

Hayden laughed

"I figure all those high school movies I've done since then make up for it." She added

"I never thought of that. Makes sense to me."

Hayden's manager came over and told her of some network big shots eager to meet her. She looked over her shoulder at me and waved. She had such an electric smile that I couldn't help but be infatuated with her as I watched her walk away.

I began to think of Hayden in that film, it didn't sound like a bad idea the more I thought about it. But Mark had the final say in this, not some geeky guy with a camera.

The party broke up around midnight and all invited scattered into the San Francisco night.

Mark and I walked back to the Regency hotel, he seemed deep in thought.

"What's going through that brain of yours?" I asked

"Oh, nothing really." He said "Do you really think she'd be good in that role?"

"It can't hurt to test her, right?"

"I suppose...the studio will have final say."

"How come you don't? I thought you directed the last one."

"In the eyes of the studio bosses, I've yet to prove myself as a director."

"Come on! You're kidding!" I said "Wasn't the previous film a hit?"

"Yes, but...I don't know...I think MacDonald still sees me only as his faithful sidekick and told the studio the same thing." He said as he looked straight ahead. I could sense his frustration, and I knew he was referring to producer/director John McDonald, someone else I'd dealt with, but had just as good a rapport with, in spite of his reputation as a taskmaster who could intimidate with just a look. I'd seen that "look" reduce a studio exec to a quivering blob of Jell-O.

"Aw, get over it." I now said "Just do the test and if it doesn't work, you'll move on."

There was a silence as we continued walking

"Maybe you could pull some strings." He now said to me.

"Me? How could I do that?"

"MacDonald likes you, maybe he'd listen to you."

"Hey, I know the guy, he's been nice to me but I doubt I can do that much."

"Well, there is another way, you know..." he said with a sneaky smile

"And that is...?"

"You can never have too many Producers on a film, you know."

I suddenly realized what he was implying.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You want me?"

"Why not, you've worked with me before."

"Yeah, taking pictures and keeping out of trouble, being a Producer that's just..."

"...the perfect job for you, Mr. Hollywood. See, you've already got the perfect name." 

"Look, Mark, I appreciate the thought but..."

Mark put his hand on my shoulder and gave me that same sneaky smile

"You think it over...Hollywood Jim." He chuckled as he walked off

"Mark, I guarantee you'll never eat lunch in this town again!" I yelled back at him before realizing the absurdity of what I just said.

"Too many crab cakes..." I muttered to myself as I held my stomach.

As the elevator doors opened back at the hotel I could see Hayden's manager coming down the hall.

"Great party, huh, Jim?" he said as he patted me on the back

"Oh, one for the ages." I replied with a smile

"See you in Nashville." He said as he got on the elevator

"Nashville?"

But before I could ask what he meant, the doors closed.

As I got closer to my room, I could hear music playing out of another room. Its door opened and I saw Hayden putting out a room service tray.

"Hey! Jim, you've gotta see the sound system I've got here!" she said excitedly

"OK, whatever you're playing on it sounds pretty good." 

"You're lucky" she said as I entered her suite "its mixes of my songs from the show."

The songs were good, I'll say that. She had a better voice than she got credit for. Hayden had an IPod hooked up to a portable Bose music system and she promptly cranked up the volume. She'd recorded a new batch of songs that had a rowdy, roadhouse feel to them.

"I wanna put together a tour soon and I'm auditioning songs for it. You don't write songs do you?" she asked with a giggle

"No, I'm just a listener, that's all." I replied "I'll leave that to the professionals."

"Well, if you're a listener you'd know a good song when you heard it, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm into older stuff."

"Oh, that's always the best. I really started hearing the classic stuff when I was in Nashville. You don't have an IPod do you?"

"You know...I just might." I said as I fished around in my jacket pockets. Sure enough, I found it.

"I was using it on the plane here." I said as I showed it to her.

"Cool! Do you mind if I...?" she asked

"Sure, go ahead." I said as I handed it to her

"I guess you can tell a lot about someone by what's on their IPod." She said with a laugh as she scrolled through it "Whoa, you've got some cool stuff here...Aerosmith...Bruce Springsteen...Joe Walsh...Pink Floyd...Julianne Hough? Demi Lovato?" she said with a look of surprise, as only she could.

"Guilty as charged." I said as I sheepishly shrugged my shoulders

"Well...you have diverse tastes. I'll say that...what's this song?"

She showed me a Linda Ronstadt song I'd recently downloaded from ITunes.

"Oh, "Only Mama That'll Walk the Line". That's a cool song, a classic."

"Let's hear it, then." She said as she clicked it into the Bose system.

Vintage Linda Ronstadt now filled the room as Hayden nodded her head to the music and started singing the chorus;

"You got the ohhhhnnlleee Mama that'll walk the line..." she sang "You're right, this is a cool song!"

"Juliette could really do something with it."

"She sure could!" she said enthusiastically as she went for a legal pad that was next to the Bose and quickly scribbled down the song title "Anything else that's good?"

"Let's see...oh, this McCartney solo song is good..."

I clicked on Paul's early solo song "Every Night". Hayden listened closely and nodded.

"You're right...very nice...OK, what else?"

"Well...lemme see...Dylan has some good songs." I said as I scrolled through the IPod "Ah! Here's one, "Tomorrow is Such a Long Time".

The quiet folkie melody of the old Dylan song was now playing.

"Oooh, I like this." She said with a smile added "You really know your music."

"Thanks, I guess I'm a frustrated DJ at heart. I don't think I've ever heard a girl do this song."

"Good, I can be the first then." She said as she added the song to her list. She looked at me with a sly smile "got anything else?"

"Challenging me, huh?"

Hayden nodded and gave me that electric smile she was known for.

"You think about it, I'll be right back" she said as she headed for the bathroom "If you want, there's some beer in the mini bar."

I looked around and found a can of Budweiser, that'll do. I'd just popped open the can when Hayden reappeared in a white terrycloth robe. 

"Can I get you anything?" I asked

"Is there a Diet Coke in there?"

I looked around inside

"Ah, a Diet Coke for the lady."

Hayden tucked her legs in tightly underneath her and patted the cushion next to her, my cue to join her on the large white sofa.

"So tell me, what was Blake Lively like?" she asked as I sat down.

"What makes you think I know her?"

"You did that movie with her, that was a great film." she asked, referring to her film "Dreamer".

"Oh, well, she was really nice."

"Uh-huh. Was she pretty?" she asked with a curious look on her face, like she expected some bit of hot gossip from me.

"You could say that, I guess."

"If I met her I'd have to tell her how close I came to being on her show."

"Gossip Girl?"

"I was this close to being Jenny Humphrey." she replied, using her fingers to emphasize how close she'd come to the part Taylor Momsen ended up playing for the run of the show.

"No way! You were almost on there?"

Hayden nodded as she took a sip of her Coke.

"That's unreal."

"I guess it was for the better someone else got it. You know, considering what she's been doing lately."

"Maybe, you might've redefined the term "little sister" if you did get it." I joked

"Ha ha, must've been a real stretch to think up that one, huh?" she said with a wiseguy smile added, like she'd heard lines like that many times before.

I shrugged my shoulders in response

"Actually you're kinda right, the casting people really liked me but thought I was still a little young for the part...and too short" she said before adding "but it all worked out OK, I got Heroes not long after."

"That's true. You got to be a cheerleader too."

"I'll bet that's your fantasy." she said with a smile

I wasn't sure what to say, so another shrug of my shoulders was all I could muster.

"Come on, admit it." she said

"Well, I guess I'd be lying if I said it wasn't." I finally said

"OK, good!"

"Do I win something?"

There was a silence between us

"I don't know" she said a little slower before adding in a softer voice "...what would you want?" 

Hayden looked at me with a soft smile on her face, it wasn't the mega-watt one seen everywhere but one of a quiet, relaxed lady who deserved to be treated right.

"I-I'm not sure what I'd want...I suppose it might be..."

"Me?" she replied with that same look. 

"I guess that would be..." I started to reply but before I could finish, she moved over and softly kissed my lips. She felt incredibly soft, I could still smell her beautiful perfume. I leaned in and kissed her a little more fully. She did the same and my arms now wrapped around her. As we parted, she gave me her mega-watt smile.

"You're a good kisser." she said softly

"Um, so are you."

"Good things come in small packages, you know." she said with that playful smile of hers.

Hayden reached behind her head and gently tugged on her hair, letting it fall onto her shoulders, all while she looked at me with a small smile. Like she knew exactly what was on her mind.

"C'mere, babe..." she said softly

I cautiously made my way over to her side and we kissed again.

"That feels nice." she said in a near whisper

I nodded, words escaped me at the moment but I loved where I was at this moment.

Hayden wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. Her hand began to slowly rub my chest as we kissed. She looked at me with a sweet expression on her face.

"You feel nice...would you like to...take your shirt off?" she whispered

"I would..." I replied in the same tone.

I started to unbutton my shirt, then Hayden stopped me.

"Let me...I like to do this." she said with a smile

Hayden soon had my shirt unbuttoned and she lightly traced a pattern on my chest with her fingers making me shudder, and her giggle.

"That's why I like to do that." she said between giggles.

I sheepishly smiled

"Your turn." she said to me

My hands were practically shaking as I reached for the belt that held her robe closed, Hayden gently placed her hand on mine.

"You don't have to be nervous, let me do it." she said in a calming voice before softly kissing my lips.

Hayden loosened the robe's belt then took my hands and placed them on either side of the robe, and slowly drawing it open, revealing her beautifully shaped breasts. I tried not to act like a nervous kid, but I couldn't help it. Especially when it was with someone who looked, well, like a kid

"It's OK, hon...you can touch me..." she said in that same soft, calming tone.

I could see her nipples were already erect as my finger lightly touched them. She breathed in slightly and her eyes closed just enough to show she liked what I was doing, as simple as it was.

"Babe...that feels so good...so nice..." she said in a breathy whisper before her eyes opened fully and she smiled at me

"You like that, huh?" she said with a naughty smile

I gave her the same smile as I nodded back.

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear

"I like it too..."

Hayden and I kissed deeply and I felt her hand on my pants, she knew I'd been getting super hard the whole time. Our lips parted and she smiled at me.

"Want me to do it?" she asked

Again, I only nodded

"OK...just relax, hon..." she said as I felt my zipper go down and her hand slide inside my khaki pants.

"This is gonna be nice." she said in a playful tone as I felt her soft hand slide inside my underwear and touch my dick.

"Oooh...you've got a nice one." she said softly to me

Hayden slid down onto the floor and I instinctively opened my legs as she pulled my dick out and held it in her soft hands.

"It's beautiful." she said softly as she looked up at me.

She gave my dick a few soft kisses around the head, then teasingly licked around it with her tongue. All the while she gave me that mega-watt smile she was famous for. Then her mouth swallowed the head of my dick and I felt her wet lips and warm tongue as it enveloped me. Her tongue swirled around the head, then more of it went into her mouth, she added her hand to slowly jerk me. 

"That feel good, Jim?"

"Yes...very good." I said in the same tone

Hayden smiled, then slowly slid my dick into her mouth again.

My eyes closed and I breathed in sharply, she knew what she was doing. I could feel her tongue on my balls, then sliding back up the length of my dick.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 64



I looked down at her golden blonde hair as it continued to bob up and down on my dick. Then she came up off it and smiled broadly.

Without a word, she stood and let the robe fall off her, revealing she'd been naked all along, her pussy was, no surprise, super-smooth and tanned like the rest of her body.

"With that tan, I guess you've been to the beach." I said hesitantly

"Does a tanning bed count?" she giggled

"I won't tell if you won't." I said as I stood and removed the rest of my clothes.

Hayden and I looked at one another.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing..." she said

"What's that?"

"I think you're...kinda hot..." she said bashfully before adding "...Hollywood Jim."

Hearing that name still stunned me after all this time.

"Wh-where'd you hear that?"

"Doesn't matter...come on..." she said as she gently took my hand and led me to large bedroom." 

Hayden had a cute ass from what I could see, she happily laid down on the bed and held her arms out playfully. I lay atop her and her petite body seemed overwhelmed by me. Only one other girl was like this, but she was a whole different story.

Hayden and I embraced and kissed, her tongue meeting mine. She had such a cute body and my hands were quickly all over it. Her tits felt nice and soft and when my tongue began to lick her nipples she breathed in and I could hear "ohhhhyessss" come from her the more she felt my tongue. I sat up a little so I could look into her brown eyes, she had a look of pure pleasure, a look that told me I was doing OK, and she wanted me to do more.

My hand drifted down her toned belly until it touched the top of her pussy, she breathed in slightly as she knew where my hand was.

"Oh yes Jim...yesss..." she sighed

I lightly touched her pussy and it was wet to the touch. I looked back at Hayden and her eyes were barely closed but her short, sexy sighs said it all.

My finger penetrated her pussy and she sighed again in a breathy tone that was so sexy to hear. 

"Oh baby...yessss...I love it..." she sighed

I softly kissed her cheek and she responded with a smile

"Baby...lick me...please lick me..." she whispered

I slowly kissed my way down her belly until I got between her legs, I could see she was definitely wet down there and I softly kissed her pussy lips, I could hear her moan as I kissed her there.

"Yesssss....oh yes, baby...ohhhhhyesssss..." she moaned

I looked up from between her legs and could see her eyes were closed and her fingers were softly touching her nipples.

My tongue entered her pussy and swirled around inside, making her loudly cry out

"OH GOD! OH, GOD!" she cried "OH MY GOD!!"

I continued to lick all round her pussy, which like the rest of her was small but in a cute way.

Like I cared?

Hayden continued to gasp and moan the more I worked "my magic" as it were, on her. Finally her body jolted upward and as she cried out again, I felt a beautiful warmth on my lips and tongue.

Her breathing was rapid as she lay back on the bed. I sat up and lay atop her and softly kissed her forehead.

"Oh my god...that felt incredible..." she said softly before giving me that smile the world always saw.

"I loved it too..." I replied just as softly.

I felt her arms wrap around me

"Please...make love to me..." she said

I looked at her, unsure what I'd heard at first, but her nod assured me it was what she wanted.

I slowly moved my hand down to my dick and rubbed it as best I could around her pussy before sliding it inside her. Hayden breathed in again, her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she felt me enter her. 

She felt beautiful.

Her arms were still wrapped around me as I began to fuck her, I now felt her legs around me too.

"Oh yes....uh-huh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh my god so good..." she sighed 

I thrust deeply into her now and she gasped, then smiled back at me

"That felt good...do it again..." she giggled

I thrust into her again and this time she moaned loudly.

"You like that, huh?" I said as I thrust into her

"UH-YEAH!" she moaned

I did it again to her and got the same response.

"So good...oh god so good..." she moaned as she continued to hold me

I continued to fuck her steadily and she was loving it the more I fucked her. 

Hayden sat up a little and kissed me deeply, she slowly rolled me over so she was atop me. She smiled happily as a new wave of pleasure came over her.

"Oh yeah...I like this." she giggled as she began to rock up and down on my dick "You like watching me, babe?" she said breathlessly

"I do...oh yeah I do." I said in the same tone.

"Good!" she giggled as she continued to bob up and down on me.

Hayden slowly and dramatically leaned backwards, her thick blonde hair just barely touching my legs. Then just as dramatically, and erotically, leaned forward again. Her face showed she was in a state of bliss, she bobbed more on my dick.

"Oh god...oh god...oh god...gonna cum...oh my god...ohhhhhhhhh....yessssss!" she cried out.

Hayden's body loosened and she slowly collapsed onto me, turning her head slightly

so we could kiss. Her breaths were heavy, then became softer. 

"I love how you fuck me, Jim." she whispered in my ear before sitting up again and giving me that mega-watt smile I'd seen before. It only added to the experience we were having together.

"Now I wanna make you feel good." she said

Hayden climbed off my dick and straddled my legs, holding my dick in her hands and beginning to slowly jerk it up and down.

"I love to do this." she said with a smile

Hayden looked so cute as she jerked my dick.

"You like that, babe...like how I jack you off?"

I nodded, what else could I do? I had this little blonde beauty doing what she seemed to love doing.

"I love how you fucked me...you made me cum, you know." she said with a little giggle "Like how I talk dirty to you?"

"Oh yes..." I said, trying not to explode

"I want to make you cum now...just do it...just do it babe..."

My eyes closed, and I exploded, startling Hayden, who happily continued to jerk me.

"Wow! That was great!" she said excitedly as she licked her fingers clean.

Hayden slowly rolled onto her side, I did the same and kissed her. She promptly laid her head on my chest.

"That felt beautiful." she said softly now.

"I hope I was alright."

"You were more than alright." She said as she sat up

"OK, I sometimes wonder if I'm-"

"Don't wonder, you're just being modest. I'm the one who should be wondering if I'm alright."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh...I sometimes think people confuse me with my character and all."

"They really think you're Juliette, huh?"

She rolled her eyes in response

"...And the cheerleader, and that Beth Cooper character. You don't know how many times that's happened." she said before dropping into that soft voice again "That's why I like you, you're different."

"I guess I don't take long to figure out." I said

"You're just a nice guy, that's all." she said before softly kissing my cheek and holding me closer.

"...you're also Hollywood Jim, too..." she said as her was on my chest before giggling again

"That I am...for better or worse." I replied before chuckling to myself.

I could sense she was smiling again as we fell asleep.

Why was I now hearing the theme music from "Rocky"?

I turned slightly and saw it was coming from her cellphone on the table next to the bed.

I softly jostled Hayden

"Your phone's ringing." I said

Hayden breathed in then quickly sat up, clumsily grabbing the phone.

"Hello...hello?" she said, then looked at me with concern "Hi, hon...you're in the limo, OK...right, that's my hotel...see you soon...bye."

Now she looked even more concerned.

"That's Vladimir! You've gotta go, now!" she said as she practically leaped out of bed and went into the bathroom.

"Who's Vladimir?" I asked as I got out and went for my clothes.

"Vladimir Klitschko...don't you watch ESPN?"

"The boxer?" I said suddenly realizing who it was.

"Right!"

"Yikes!" I now said as I moved faster to make a safe getaway from a boxer, a heavyweight champion Russian boxer, who might not take kindly to a geeky photog fucking his girlfriend.

With my jeans clumsily on, I grabbed my jacket just as Hayden reappeared in the same robe from the night before.

"OK, you got everything?" she said seriously

"Yes...I think so..." before suddenly remembering what brought me here in the first place "My Ipod!"

Hayden quickly tossed it to me and went for the door, looking out into the hallway first.

"OK, you're clear." she said

I was about to go out the door when she grabbed me for one last kiss.

"I'll call you soon, I promise." she said

"OK..." I couldn't say anything more, I could only return her kiss.

I hastily made my way to the elevator just as it opened and a hulking brute of a man stepped out with another man. I knew I was pushing my luck, but figured I could buy Hayden some time.

"Hey! You're that boxer! The Russian boxer, right?" I said like a starstruck fan

"Yes, I am." he replied politely

"Could I have your autograph?" I asked as I hastily reached for some paper in my pocket and a pen "my sister majored in Russian literature in college, she'd could carry on a whole conversation with you." I said excitedly.

Vladimir carefully signed the paper I gave him.

I said "thank you" using the only Russian word I knew and he smiled in response before going down the hall.

I entered the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief when the doors closed, then smiled at my good luck. I'd spent the night with a Hollywood starlet, avoided being discovered (and knocked out) by her boyfriend, and somehow covered my tracks with an autograph request from said boyfriend. 

I was also leaving with another memory from the city by the bay.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 65



Author's note-Thanks again for your patience!




Chuck Tyler sat back on the couch in my office and looked through the photo sheets of my recent work. It was rare for him to be in my office this late in the day, and on a Friday, no less.

"Hollywood...if I haven't said it before, I will say it now." He said idly before looking up at me as I sat at my desk clicking through emails "You are one lucky son of a gun."

"Really?" I replied "Why's that?"

"Oh come on! Do I have to say it?"

"Maybe you do."

His face had a look of envy, jealousy, you name it.

"OK, if you want to rub it in a little more..." he began in a comically defeated-sounding voice "I can't believe you got the Victoria's Secret gig, and I'm very envious of you at this moment...satisfied?"

The dramatic silence between us made my response all the more enjoyable. But at the same time, I had to admit he was right.

"Yeah, I'm satisfied." I said before adding "...and I can't believe it either."

"Working here has its perks doesn't it?"

"Yes...it...does." I replied in a tone that confirmed I was in a place others probably dreamed of.

Artists Unlimited had had a long relationship with Victoria's Secret but up to now it had been pretty low-key. I didn't completely understand how the agreement was structured but it seemed like we did some promotions for them but not the "big-ticket" promotions that got all the TV coverage every year. This time though, we did.

And boy, did we get lucky!

None other than Kate Upton would be the face of a new line of, shall we say, "unmentionables" that Victoria's Secret was introducing in a splashy campaign. And an ace photographer would be needed for the occasion.

Guess who got the call?

The launch would be at a splashy event in Miami, and it had been a long time since I'd been there. Like Chuck said, I was one lucky son of a gun because he'd be deep into meetings at the New York office while all this went on. Jeff Murphy, his second in command, had to stay behind in L.A.

So for the most part, I'd be on my own.

Sarah Smith was the company's rep in Miami, and my contact there. I'd never met her but was told she was just as much the pro I was. She'd been snatched from a rival agency with the promise of bigger things at Artists Unlimited. What those "bigger things" were, I wasn't privy to. I left that to Chuck and Jeff.

"Chuck told me all about you, all the stuff you've done." she said as we rode from the airport in a limo.

"Well, I shouldn't take all the credit, I'm just their photo guy."

"But as photo guy you've been pretty good for them...or don't you know that?"

"What do you mean?"

Sarah looked at me with a confused expression.

"You don't look at the books, do you?"

"Why should I?"

"I'll tell you why, the company's been at, or near, the top of the most powerful agencies in the entertainment field since your company merged with them. Without you they'd still be courting porn stars."

I was drawing a blank now, how do I answer that?

Luckily I didn't need to. 

The limo pulled up to the enormous Fountainbleau Hotel. I quickly grabbed my carry-on bag.

"I'll call you later on..." Sarah said as I got out.

"Yes...I'll be, uh, waiting."

OK, so I don't know about business, that had always been Chris' forte' when he ran our old photo company. But did he know something about this deal he never told me when it was first proposed? And if he did, why keep it from his partner? And how could another agent based on the other side of the country know about the business in L.A.? 

I shelved any thoughts about that as I walked out onto the balcony and into the Miami Beach sun. God, it felt great! Vegas might be hotter, Hawaii might have the better beaches, but there was something ultra-classy about being in a hotel where the ghosts of Sinatra and the Rat Pack still held court.

I got out my classy "Miami-look" suit. I'd purchased it in Vegas and it still felt cool on me as I checked myself out in the mirror.

I took a deep breath.

"OK, Hollywood, let's have some fun." I said to myself as I grabbed my camera bag and went down to the lobby where Sarah would be meeting me. 

The door to the limo swung open, revealing Sarah in a slinky red dress, on her cellphone as usual.

"Yes...I'm just leaving now, Jim's in the car with me...OK...I'll call you later on...bye." she said as she hung up the phone "Chuck's up in New York, he wants a full report on how everything went, I guess there's some big meeting going on there."

"With Chuck there's always a big meeting." I replied. 

"This sounds bigger, he mentioned someone named Scott Jackson."

The name sounded familiar.

"Do you know him?" she asked.

"I'm not sure...seems familiar..." I said slowly before quickly adding "Nah, it could be anyone."

I brushed off any thoughts of corporate intrigue as we smoothly pulled away from the Fountainbleau.

The party was enormous and the flashbulbs went into overdrive with every limo that pulled up. 

"So where's the guest of honor?" I asked as we went to our assigned places.

"She's supposed to make a big entrance pretty soon." Sarah replied as she looked over the night's itinerary on a IPad mini.

Just then the light's dimmed and techno-house music filled the room along with high-tech lights. Model after model walked the catwalk in silky variations of the company's wares. I snapped photos as I could until the models all crowded together then parted to reveal Ms. Upton.

"Whoa..." I said to myself.

Kate was dressed in a simple but ultra-sexy glittery white dress barely held up by nearly invisible spaghetti straps. It was made to show off her tits. She had a mega-watt smile as 2 male models in tuxedos guided her to the end of the catwalk.

"Man, she's pretty." I said out loud amidst the din.

"Now, now, let's not forget why we're here." Sarah said.

"I know, but...wow."

With the show part of the evening over, the guests scattered but many were looking for Kate, myself included.

"OK, Jim we'll need shots of her with the VIP's here." Sarah said. 

"Right."

As we got near a smaller stage that had been set up I saw a man in what clearly looked like an expensive tux talking with Kate and someone else who seemed to be with the night's sponsor.

The tuxedo man looked down and saw Sarah and myself.

"Hey! There you are!" he said with a big smile "Come on up here."

"Wonderful show, Scott!" Sarah said as they hugged "But how did you get down here from New York so fast? I thought those meetings were still going on."

"Oh, us big shots are allowed a break, plus I wasn't going to let Miss Kate down." he said with oily confidence "Have you met her yet?"

"I have but her photo guy here hasn't" she said as she turned to me, smiling and obviously playing off my being starstruck at seeing her on a stage.

"Well! Let's take care of that!" he said "Kate!"

The small group of party goers standing at the bar parted and out came Ms. Upton in that same dress. Her blonde hair looked fabulous and seem to float around her as she walked over.

"Kate, this is Jim, he's the photo guy Artists Unlimited sent over." Scott said

"Hello, I'm Kate Upton." she said elegantly extending her hand which I could see had a large diamond ring on one finger.

"Great to meet you, can't wait to do photos of you."

"Well, you're not the first!" she laughed.

"And hopefully not the last." I quickly countered, making everyone laugh.

Strange how I could be a nervous wreck one minute, then a witty raconteur the next. 

"How long are you here for?" she asked.

"Well, I think that's up to the powers that be here." I said looking at Sarah and Scott.

"Yes, Jim will be doing the photos at the store opening tomorrow." Scott said.

"Nice...I look forward to working with you." Kate said with a sweet smile as she went off with Sarah.

As Scott and I watched her walk away he turned to me;

"Jim, you're a rather lucky guy."

"You said it." I said with a chuckle.

"No, seriously" he said "I've been keeping an eye on your work, past and present."

"Oh, well, thanks"

"I'm looking at your future as well."

Now he had me curious, and nervous.

"What do you mean?"

"You heard about the meetings in New York, right?"

"Uh-huh"

"Let's just say that...your name has come up" he said before quickly adding "in a good way, of course."

"Uh-huh...I guess that's good."

Scott had a reassuring smile now.

"You are correct, sir." he said smiling "I'll be in touch."

Scott walked away and immediately started glad-handing some fashionista-types nearby.

What could he have in mind, I thought.

The evening wore on and Kate was hustled to different people for meet and greets or impromptu photos, the cell phone cameras were getting a workout tonight. I watched the crowds as I nursed a glass of wine. Even if I wasn't the center of action like she was I still felt cool in the night air.

But what Scott had said was still nagging me; "I've been watching your work. Past, present and future." 

What could that mean?

Reassignment? Promotion...or termination?

I got out my phone and looked up Roger Sullivan's number. He'd been the lawyer who'd orchestrated the merger of my old firm East Coast Image with Artists Unlimited, he must know something.

I hesitated before hitting the "call" button.

I realized it was obvious I had a case of galloping paranoia. 

Get another drink, "Hollywood".

Sarah was at the bar on her phone again.

"Right, yes, I'll take care of it." she said as another glass of wine came to her.

"So what do you think of all this?" she asked me.

"Takes me back to my early days in L.A." I said

"Really? How so?"

"One of the first big events I went to was like this, only it was Paris Hilton who was the guest of honor." I said, trying not to brag "It was so strange seeing all the celebs there."

"So you were star-gazing, huh?"

"Uh-huh, I was young and naïve."

"So what are you now?"

"Uh...a little older but still naïve."

"You left out successful."

"Well...that's debatable." I said tactfully.

"Kate's very eager to work with you, you've got the itinerary for tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, follow the lovely Miss Kate for the day."

"Good!" she said before looking at her watch "If I'm gonna be at my best I'd better call it a night." 

I did the same.

"You're right, um, how do I get back? I'm so used to driving myself to these kind of soirees'."

Sarah laughed.

"My, my, you have been spoiled haven't you?"

"Probably." I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Let me make a quick call, I'll be right back." she said reassuringly.

Just then another woman approached me.

"Are you Jim?" she said.

"Yes?"

"I'm with Victoria's Secret and I couldn't help but overhear you, would you be willing to do a small, well make that a big, favor for us?"

"I'll try, what is it?"

"Kate's had a very hectic day and we'd really appreciate it if you drove her home, we'll handle transport back to your hotel."

I was confused.

"Not to sound ungrateful, but why not use a limo?"

"We've had some security breaches lately and we got word someone from the tabloids has some drivers on retainer to provide stories. If she was spotted like this it would fuel speculation that she was, shall we say..." 

"Intoxicated?"

"Exactly. Even if she wasn't a rumor is still a rumor."

"Anything to keep the client happy, I always say."

"Wonderful, follow me." she said as she took my hand "Scott said many good things about you, I used to work with him."

"Really?" I replied, I was even more intrigued "I never got your name."

"Oh, Melissa, Melissa Sheridan."

Melissa guided me through a security checkpoint and into a private area where Kate was with someone named Jackie who appeared to be an agent.

"Kate? You met Jim earlier, he'll be driving you home." Melissa said

"Oh, good. I'm just really beat and I don't want to fall asleep driving back."

"Yes, uh, good idea."

"You'll be taking her to Sergio's house, here's the address, it's already been programmed into the GPS on her car. Thanks again, Jim."

"Right, oh I was supposed to leave with Sarah..."

"Yes, I'll let her know what's going on." she said as she got out her phone

"Let's go to my car." Kate said

"Lead on..." I said, making her smile as she held onto my arm

We were led down a long service corridor to some doors that opened onto the garage. A few vehicles were coming and going.

"Her car's over there, Jim." her agent said "Thanks again."

"I know where my car is Jackie, come on!" she said in a slightly irritated tone.

Kate led me to a white Porsche 911 Turbo Carrera. The windows were deeply tinted and the wheels had a mirror finish to them.

"Man, nice car!" I said as I looked it over.

"Thanks, I don't get a chance to drive it much. I'm usually traveling all the time." she said "Here's the keys."

We slid into the front seats, only now did I notice her long and tanned legs that were revealed via an elegant slit in her dress and seemed to go on forever and the white stiletto heels as she got into the passenger seat. I tried not to stare as I fumbled with the ignition key. Finally I got the key in, and the Porsche sprung to life.

"You wanna peel out?" she asked

"Uh, I would but we might slam into that truck that's at the exit." I said as I pointed at a delivery truck that was about to pull out. 

Kate put her hand to her mouth and tried not to laugh.

"I'll get you home safely Miss Upton."

"Please, call me Kate."

"OK, uh, Kate"

And with that, we exited the parking garage. 

The Miami night looked beautiful as we drove along the midtown streets toward the highway entrance. 

"You get down here, much?" she asked as she idly twirled a lock of her blonde hair and looked at me.

"No, I think the last time I was here was for the film festival, not even sure when that was."

"I love it here." she said looking out at the bright lights that reflected on the water "Go ahead, floor it." she said playfully

"Really?"

"Uh-huh, you know you want to."

I seriously thought about it for a minute.

"Ah...well, I think I'll pass" I said "Fine wine and a Porsche might not mix well."

Kate nodded, like she agreed with me.

"Besides, when it's someone else's car it's best to treat it like you would the owner." I added

"Oh, so...handle with care, huh?" she replied in a flirty voice

"Something like that, yes."

"Here's the house." Kate said as we approached what seemed like a darkened house "...punch in this number...1325."

I punched in the numbers on a call box and an imposing wooden wall slid open revealing a long curving driveway with white stones and small lights on either side. An ultra-modern, single level house was at the end of it, though it was dark I could see it was the same color as the stones. There was even a small fountain in the center, lit from underwater.

"You live here?" I asked as I looked out the car windows

"No, it belongs to a designer...Sergio Garza. Heard of him?" she asked as she checked her small purse.

"I have now." I replied "And he lives rather well."

Kate giggled.

"Do you...wanna come in?" she asked "we can have another drink since you won't be driving back." 

"Uh, sure...why not?"

"Cool."

Tiny blue accent lights illuminated the inside of the house. Kate clicked on a brighter light that revealed a large open room with high ceilings, But other than a huge Andy Warhol silkscreen of Marilyn Monroe, there were no pictures on the stark white walls. The hardwood floors had the shine of a bowling alley and a few white leather armless chairs and couches were the only signs of residence.

"Not much in terms of decorating work, I guess." I said as I looked around "Being a designer I'd figure he'd have, I don't know, designs on the wall."

"He's not home all that much, I think he's over in Milan for a show there." Kate said from the bar area "What are you drinking?"

"Oh, whatever you're having is fine."

Kate brought over 2 glasses of white wine.

"So, what should we drink to?" she asked.

"Uh, to Sergio for...providing a great house." 

Kate smiled as our glasses clinked.

"Let me show you the pool area." she said.

I followed Kate out onto a wooden deck that surrounded a rectangular swimming pool. The pool was light from underneath with the same blue lights I saw inside but appeared to be setup for lap swimming only. 

In the distance I could hear the ocean.

"This is really beautiful." I said to her.

Kate gave me a relaxed smile in return.

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure, anything." I replied.

Kate moved closer to me.

"Do you think I'm beautiful, too?"

"Sure, why would you ask such a thing?"

"Well...we're alone here, in a cool house, drinking wine at night and you haven't made any kind of moves on me." she said quizzically then added with a look of suspicion "You're not gay are you?"

"No, not at all."

She moved even closer now.

"Then...would you mind if I kissed you?" she said in a softer voice.

It must have been the wine talking but I heard myself say;

"Would you mind if I kissed you back?"

Kate softly kissed my lips.

"Not at all." she whispered.

I put my arms around her and we kissed, I felt an instant charge as her tongue touched mine.

"Nice." she said with a smile.

"Very nice." I said.

"Kiss me again." she said softly.

I kissed her again and as I held her, my hand went down to her shapely ass.

"Oh! Getting a little grabby are we?" she said with a giggle.

"Couldn't help myself." I replied sheepishly.

"Well, what's stopping you?" she said with that same easy smile.

"Nothing, I guess." I said as I gently caressed her ass, it felt nice through the silky material of her dress. 

"Ohhh...that's nice..." she sighed.

I continued to softly caress her ass, she was right, it felt nice.

Kate softly took my hand and led me back inside.

"Let me show you the bedroom." she said.

The bedroom was just as sparsely furnished as the rest of the house, but whereas a silkscreen of Marilyn Monroe was on the wall, the bedroom had one of Elvis Presley. A king size platform bed dominated the room, which unlike the rest of the house had all black walls trimmed in white. Kate stood facing me at the foot of the bed and we kissed again.

"I don't know why but I'm a little nervous." she said with a small laugh.

"That's OK, I-I am too."

Kate stood in front of me and slowly pulled the straps of her dress aside, still looking at me before letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in the tiniest of thong panties. She slowly lowered her arms and revealed her beautifully large breasts.

I think I caught myself gasping, she giggled.

"I know...they're kinda big, huh?" she said.

All I could do was nod.

Kate embraced me again.

"I know...and they're all yours, Jim..." she whispered in my ear as she kissed my cheek "...all yours..."

I could feel Kate's nearly naked body rub up against me, getting the expected response from between my legs.

"Mmmmm...that feels good too." she said. seductively "Why don't you take that suit off, babe?"

"N-never refuse a lady..." I somehow said.

Where did that line come from?

"Let me help you." she said.

Kate loosened my tie, then began unbuttoning my shirt, her soft hands tracing a pattern down my chest before drawing it over my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Kate now looked at me seductively as I felt her hands loosen my belt, then my pants.

Soon I was in just my underwear as well. Kate took a step back to look at me.

"Time for the grand finale, I guess."

Kate slid her panties down, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy. I did the same and my dick was revealed to her.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 65



"Oh...very nice." she said with a smile "come here..."

I hesitated slightly as my hands went down her shoulders, I was trying not to be greedy, but like everyone else in the world, I couldn't resist.

My hands softly touched her enormous tits, they felt beautiful, just like the rest of her. Kate sighed as my hands began to caress them.

"Yes...just like that...oh, that's so nice...so nice... let me make it better..."

Kate had me sit on the edge of the bed and straddled my legs, then held her enormous breast and offered it to me.

"It's all yours...all yours." she said

My lips and tongue were right where she wanted them, and now I got the expected response from her.

"Yessss....just like that...that's it, hon...oh yessss..." she moaned "suck my boobs...oh yessss..."

She leaned in to me and I was overwhelmed by her tits, but happily overwhelmed. All the while she was breathing heavily as I continued to lick and suck and fondle her.

Now she pushed me backwards onto the bed and sat up, smiling widely and running her hand through her thick hair, now slightly tousled.

"Wow, you know just what do...my turn now." she said as she crept backwards and held my dick in her hands. 

It disappeared into her mouth.

I now felt her silky tongue as it moved all around my manhood, her hand gently jerking it up and down and blonde hair lightly touching my skin. She slowly came off my dick, letting the head slowly emerge from her mouth.

"Am I doing alright?" she asked.

"Oh yes...yes you are." I somehow replied

She nodded and I heard a soft "okay" from her before she resumed her oral work on me. I sat up on my elbows and touched her head, she looked up at me and gave me a sexy look with just her eyes.

"I know what I wanna do." she said with a naughty smile.

"Oh, you do, huh?" I replied

Kate nodded her head, then sat up a little.

She then wrapped her gorgeous tits around my dick and began slowly moving up and down on it, I was getting a titty-fuck from Kate Upton! Kate bit her lower lip and though they were closed, her eyes registered how much she was loving it. I was too, but I didn't want to explode just yet. I touched her head and she stopped. 

Kate now stood up, climbed atop me, and my dick slid into her pussy. She let out a long, slow moan and threw her head back as I penetrated her. Now she started to move up and down on my dick, not talking dirty or screaming, but a lot of heavy breathing that was just as sexy to hear. Even more so to watch, her huge tits began to heave up and down and her body curved back and forth the more she enjoyed our fucking. She leaned forward, we kissed deeply, and my hands felt her cute ass again.

"Oh yessss...ohhhhyessss...." she sighed before shaking her hair and giving me that playful smile she was famous for and giggling "Ohhhhh...Yeah!" she said with giddy excitement. I gripped her ass and gave it a playful smack, making her laugh.

"Oh! Nice!" she giggled.

Kate rolled off me and lay back on the bed, I sat up on my knees and looked down on this busty beauty. Her arms out and legs spread, her pussy looked even more beautiful from this angle that I couldn't resist the urge to kneel down and taste this beautiful flower. My tongue quickly began to go in and out of her pussy, and before long I had her moaning and gasping. 

"Oh god...ohhhh...oh babe...oh my god...gonna cum..gonna cum...ohhhhhhhYESSSSSSSSSS!" she moaned. I could see her mouth opening wide as the wave of orgasm came over her and a warm feeling came over my lips and tongue. Hearing her heavy breathing was just as erotic.

I could wait no longer.

I quickly sat up and climbed atop her, she instinctively knew what I was doing and moved her body just in time to feel my dick penetrate her. She felt so good!

I fucked her hard and could see her tits bouncing around as I fucked her. We were both breathing heavily. Her legs wrapped around me and we kissed, slow and passionate before abandoning passion and going back to fucking.

Some people just bring that out in me, and I didn't want it to end. But I could feel an explosion building inside me.

"G-gonna cum...gonna cum...gonna cum..." I said breathlessly.

"Cum inside me! Cum inside me!" Kate said equally "Ohhhhhhhhgodddddd....!"

We both let out loud groans as we climaxed an I exploded inside her pussy. Kate's head went back, her eyes were closed and a silent scream appeared to come from her mouth as I collapsed onto her.

For the longest time we couldn't speak, we could barely breathe. I finally rolled off her and she wrapped herself around me, her head softly laying on my chest.

"Feel okay?" she asked. 

"Absolutely...oh yeah..." I said, still breathing heavily.

"I feel wonderful." she giggled as she looked up at me.

A few minutes later the phone by the bedside buzzed. Being closer, Kate turned and grabbed it.

"Oh, yes...he's here with me..." she said before turning to me "I think he's pretty beat too, he'll spend the night here and call in the morning...better yet, he can ride in with me...OK we'll see you then."

Kate hung up the phone and turned back to me.

"You'll be sleeping here tonight, Mister Jim." she said in a sweet tone.

"The accommodations are more than adequate." I said

"Let me make them even better." she said as she began to draw back the bed covers.

She was right, whoever this Sergio person was, he had great taste in bed linens because the moment we were under the covers, curled up with one another, we were asleep. 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 66



Author's Note- This story should've followed chapter 57 in the series. If you know the subject of this story, you might consider her a Celebrity, but in fairness to those who don't, I've put this in a different category, enjoy!



Although it had been some time since the O'Brien shooting at LA County Courthouse, to me there was still some unfinished business I needed to take care of and being sent back east to photograph Blake Lively at the Concours car show made things easier.

Just before everything happened, I'd rekindled a friendship with an old friend from back east named Dana Liebowitz. We'd gone to school together for a time and a chance meeting started things up again for us. She'd been working with Artists Unlimited's chief attorney Michael Baldwin and he held her in high regard. Like me, they'd been injured in the shooting and according to Michael, she saved his life.

Now I felt it was time I went to see her. 

"Very noble gesture you're making, Jim" Michael said as we met for lunch before I left town.

"You said she was going back home, what happened there?"

"Yes, correct" he began "she went through quite a bit of rehab from what her family told me and she's actually recovered quite well. She's doing legal work for a TV station back in your hometown." 

"You're kidding?" 

"Yes, she's like an on air personality there from what I've heard."

"HER?"

"Surprised?"

"Well, no...and yes. I never knew she had any interest in that, you know, TV stuff. She always seemed pretty shy and bookish."

"Maybe hanging around with stars like you had an effect on her." he said with a snicker as he took a sip of his drink

"Very funny counselor, just gimme her email address"

Dana eagerly responded to my emails and shared with me the news she was engaged to an executive with a brokerage firm and looked forward to seeing me. I wasn't disappointed in the least, maybe I could get some financial tips from the lucky guy.

With my work at the car show completed and Blake on her way back to New York, I set up a meeting with Dana. We agreed to meet at a downtown hotspot for lunch and I was nervous, I didn't know what to expect. I arrived early and was already into a glass of wine when I saw Dana arrive. She was walking a little slower and with a cane as she made her way to the table. But she still had that look of confidence I remembered from long ago.

"Hey, there you are!" she said happily as we hugged "So good to see you!"

"I'm just glad to see you're OK after everything that happened."

"The same here, Michael told me you gave everyone quite the scare, how is he doing by the way?"

"He's good, he sends his regards. Now, what's this about your TV career?"

Dana laughed bashfully

"It's not that big, I was led to believe they'd have me on whenever there was some big court case somewhere but I just do a piece on the morning news once a week answering legal questions. They seem to think I have some kind of on-air appeal. I really think they just needed another pretty face in the morning."

We both laughed

"Well, that's pretty cool if you ask me." I said

"Just so long as I don't become, like, Judge Judy."

"Yeah, I can't see you being nasty to some kid who broke a window."

We both laughed at that observation.

I guess I should be the one to bring up the next question.

"Do you mind my asking, how badly were you hurt?"

"Well...it was tough" she began "Everything happened so fast, the last thing I remember was diving onto Michael and we fell to the floor. I probably passed out but I knew I got hit in the back somewhere and Michael got hit too. The bullet did some damage to my back and spine so I had to learn how to walk again."

"Jesus, is the damage permanent?"

"I'm not sure. I might have some surgery next year on it. Supposedly there are new techniques that can fix it for good so we're kinda aiming for something along those lines. The surgeon who worked with Michael has offered to do the same procedure on me. But I wanna wait 'til after I get married before doing anything, I promised my Dad he'd be able to walk me down the aisle and I'm gonna keep that promise. I'm just glad I can get around by myself for now."

"I'm very happy for you" I said as I raised my glass "Here's to a brighter future."

"Cheers, babe." She said as our glasses clinked.

"What TV station are you working for?"

"Channel 61, the Fox affiliate."

"The one right down the street?"

"The very same. You wanna go see it?"

"Sure, why not!"

It felt good to be walking with her, she even held my hand. I knew it wasn't necessarily a sign of romantic affection, but one of a shared experience that we'd lived through.

The TV station was only a block away and there was a hubbub of activity in the newsroom area as they prepared for that evening's newscast. Since I'd been away from home so long I didn't recognize any of their on air talent but Dana gladly introduced me to everyone.

"Oh, this is someone you'll want to meet...hey Rachel!" she called out

A girl with straight brunette hair stood from a cubicle and looked around for who was calling her.

"Hey Dana, oh is this the guy?" she said as we approached

"Uh-huh, Jim this is Rachel Lutzker, the queen of morning traffic reports."

"Oh, gee, thanks!" she said, somewhat embarrassed "Hi, Jim, good to meet you."

Rachel had become one of the guilty pleasures of local TV, she had the right personality but I'm pretty sure there were more guys watching to see what she was wearing every morning, and wishing they could see her out of whatever she was wearing. Today though, she was in a conservative black shirt and matching blazer combo. With her brunette hair she was certainly cute, I'll say that.

Dana gave a quick story of how we knew one another and Rachel was definitely interested in every detail.

"Jim's with Artists Unlimited out in LA." Dana said

"No kidding! That's such a coincidence, I met a guy from that company awhile back."

"Oh, really? Who was it?"

"Um, what was his name?" she started to look through a pile of business cards. Her cubicle was neatly organized and included many photos of her young daughter and a couple of snapshots of her with different celebrities she'd met. "Here it is, Scott Jackson. Do you know him?"

"Oh yeah, he's in the New York office, he was down in Greenwich for the car show."

"No offense, but he seems like a real, I don't know, hustler. If you know what I mean."

"In what way?"

"Well, my contract was coming up for renewal and my agent thought I should test the waters in a bigger TV market. Just to see if there was any interest in me. And he recommended I meet Scott. But after meeting with him I decided to stay here for another year."

"See what happens when you listen to me." Dana said with a sly smile, making us all laugh.

"Yes, where would I be without your advice?" Rachel laughed

Just then her phone buzzed

"Gotta go do the traffic update." She said as she gathered some papers together

"Come on, we can watch from over there." Dana said as we headed to a corner of the studio.

Rachel delivered her report on the highways and byways of the state. It had been so long since I'd heard a traffic report here. I was so used to hearing the myriad of highways out west, most of whom I never bothered to remember the names of, only where they took me. To hear the status of only 2 interstate highways and a couple of smaller highways that only took 2 minutes was positively jarring compared to out west! 

Once she finished, Rachel and Dana immediately swept me off to a bar down the street. Rachel was recognized immediately by the manager as we entered and we were led to a VIP area on their rooftop patio. The bar was crowded with many young professionals sipping their martinis and whatever multicolored drinks were in fashion.

"I never asked what you do, Jim?" Rachel asked as she sipped a glass of what looked like cranberry juice mixed with Sprite.

Before I could answer, Dana jumped in

"Jim's the best photo guy on the west coast, aren't you Jim?" she said

"Oh, Really?" Rachel said with a look of surprise 

"I think Dana exaggerates a little bit, I take pictures, yes." I said with a bit of shyness "But I ain't the best, I can name a few people who've been at it longer than me."

"But I don't know them, I only know you." Rachel said

"Don't sell yourself short, Jim." Dana before quickly adding "Jim does all the good photos you see of celebs, but he's not a paparazzi or anything."

"I see, so have you got any juicy stories about them?" she said leaning in for emphasis

"No, I'm afraid not. They've all been nice to me for some reason."

Oh, if she only knew just how nice some have been!

"Hey, isn't your anniversary coming up soon?" Dana asked

"Uh-huh, I'm stuck on a gift too." Rachel replied as she sipped her drink.

On the table was a small card advertising drink specials, but it was the side facing Dana that got her attention.

"Maybe this would be a good idea." She said as she slowly turned it around to face Rachel and me. It was an ad for "Boudoir Photography".

Rachel laughed out loud.

"Are you kidding me!" she laughed

"Come on! I did it for Nick as a birthday present and he loved it." Dana replied, referring to her fiancee' before quickly adding "...besides, I know someone who can do it for you and won't charge a dime." She said as she turned to me.

Rachel also turned to me.

Realizing what was being implied, I practically choked on my drink.

"Me?" I choked out

"Sure! Why not? You do this stuff all the time anyway." Dana said

"Well, yeah, but I..." I was tongue-tied now as I looked at them wondering what excuse I could come up with "Oh! I don't have my gear here." I finally answered

It wasn't that I didn't want to do the photos, but something like this would make me a nervous wreck. In all the photo jobs I'd done, "boudoir photography" had never been called for. I suddenly morphed into the stammering geek of my youth.

My excuse wouldn't work with Dana, though.

"You can use my camera." Dana said "Nick gave me a real cool digital for Christmas. It'll be fun to see it used for something like this."

She now turned to Rachel

"So, what do you think, glamor girl?"

Rachel looked apprehensive, and then intrigued.

"You'd really do this?" she said to me

"Well, how can I say no?" I replied

"Where would we do it?" she asked before quickly adding "my house is out, I don't want anyone suspecting something."

Dana looked very thoughtful.

"I got it! There's this motel on the turnpike..." she began

"No! I don't want to do something like that there!" Rachel protested

"No, no, hear me out on this. It'll be more artsy if you do it there, really retro." Dana added "Do you agree, Jim?"

"I think I see her point, it's out of character for you and could work if we do it right."

"OK, then it's all set!" Dana said as she stood up and grabbed Rachel's hand "Rachel and I are gonna go shopping, we'll call you with the location."

And the pair breezed out of the bar.

Guess who was left with the bill?

The next day, I got a call from Dana telling me to meet her and Rachel at the Skyline Motel. 

The Skyline Motel had seen better days. With its faded and chipped maroon paint it looked like it was from the 1960's. Dana was there when I pulled in and a Honda minivan was next to her with Rachel in it.

"Go do your work, I've gotta case to prepare for." She said as she handed me a Canon 35mm camera as I got out of my car.

"Wait a minute!" I said "You're just gonna leave me here?"

"You're a big boy, Jim." She said with a smirk as she got into a BMW convertible "Have fun, Rachel." She said as she drove away.

Rachel and I looked at each other.

"Well, I guess we should get to work." She said

"Good idea. I should get us a..." I said as I saw before hearing the jingle of a room key.

"Dana got it already." She said

"She thought of everything didn't she?" I said

Rachel nodded.

The door creaked open and we were presented with a reasonably cheap looking room as a backdrop.

"I'll, uh, get dressed." She said as she carried a gym bag with her as she headed for the bathroom to change. 

Dana's camera looked pretty simple compared to the high-tech ones I usually used and the room's lighting (or lack of) seemed to work for me.

"OK, you ready?" I heard from the bathroom

"Uh, yes, all set." I said hesitantly.

To my surprise, Rachel came out wearing a simple dark blazer and skirt similar to the clothes she'd had on when I'd seen her at the studio the day before. 

"OK, this is...different." I said

"It was Dana's idea." She replied as she checked herself in a mirror on the wall "She figured adding this would make it sexy." She said as she showed me a microphone with the station's logo on it.

"Ah, I see what she means."

"How should we do this?" she asked

Now I was stuck! Like I said, "boudoir photography" was new to me.

"Um...maybe you should act like you're doing a report..." my voice trailed off.

"I do that every day." 

"Right..." I don't think I've ever been so tongue-tied as I was now "OK, uh, let's do this...c-could you unbutton your shirt a little? It might show off your..."

"My boobs?" she replied matter-of-factly.

I just nodded.

"OK, I can do that." she said as she started to unbutton her blouse

"M-maybe a few more buttons..."

Rachel unbuttoned her shirt so it was half open, revealing a lacy black bra.

"OK, I think I can start from here." I said, trying to sound confident when I was really a nervous wreck. I began to snap photos as Rachel smiled and tried to look seductive in what were her everyday clothes. With my direction, she looked provocatively over her shoulder at the camera.

"Could you maybe show some leg?" I asked

Rachel propped her leg on a chair and pulled her skirt up a little, revealing her tan stockings and the beginnings of what could be a garter belt. I had her turn a little so her bra was visible.

"OK, that seems like a good start...maybe a costume change?" I said

"Yes, that seemed easy enough." she replied as she straightened herself a little "what should I wear next?"

"Uh, whatever you feel comfortable in."

Rachel thought for a minute.

"OK, I'll get something we bought yesterday." she said as she went back into the bathroom.

I checked the settings on the camera and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

"What have you gotten yourself into?" I thought to myself.

A pretty unique favor, that's what!

"Did you and Dana get a lot of stuff?" I somehow asked

"Oh, yeah! It's been a long time since I bought anything like this, that's for sure!" I heard her say in a lighthearted voice from behind the door.

A few minutes passed before I heard her again.

"OK, ready for outfit number one?" she said

After a deep breath I replied

"Y-yes...ready as I'll ever be I guess."

Rachel slowly came out wearing a black shortie nightgown with pink hand designs that appeared to be grabbing her breasts from behind. Even in an outfit like this I could see her breasts were definitely large, all right. She seemed bashful about being seen in such an outfit.

"You look r-r-really nice." I somehow stammered out.

"You think so?" she replied as she slowly grew comfortable with me there.

I only nodded my response, then looked a little closer at it.

"Have I seen that outfit somewhere? Like in a movie?" I asked

"Uh, yeah...it was in a movie." she replied hesitantly "Um, The Owl and the Pussycat."

"Yeah! That's it...I remember that film...Barbara Streisand, right?"

Rachel seemed to relax at my knowledge

"You saw that film?"

"Uh, huh...it was on cable the other night. Pretty sexy seeing her like that."

"Do I, uh, look s-sexy this way?"

"Yes, you do." I said confidently "Very smart idea, very retro."

Rachel seemed more relaxed. 

"Let's shoot some of you on the bed." I said

Rachel lay atop the bed and did poses on her knees, running her fingers through her brunette hair. Then she lay flat on the bed, turning to look at the camera seductively. I stood on the bed and looked directly down at her, doing my best to be artistic in my shots. A few poses lying on her stomach, her legs crossed and a playful look on her face completed this series.

"Nice..." I said as I clicked off my shots "M-maybe you'd like to do some topless?"

Oh, no! Why'd I say that?

"Um...I-I'm not sure about that." she said hesitantly "I mean, I know it would be good and all but..."

"I understand."

There was an uncomfortable pause now. I felt I'd really screwed up.

"It's just...I've never done this before and...you know..." her voice trailed off.

"Yes, I get it...it's weird being dressed like this with a guy who isn't, I get it." I said before stammering out "I mean,uh, it's not like I'm dressed the same way and all..."

"Hey, that's an idea." she said

"What's an idea?"

"Since I'm in my underwear...maybe you should be too."

I wasn't sure how to respond to her suggestion.

"It might make things easier if you were in your underwear too, I know it sounds crazy."

Her suggestion was starting to make sense.

"You mean like what you're supposed to imagine if you have give a speech?"

Rachel nodded, then added;

"If you don't want to, that's OK."

"Uh, no...I, uh, guess that would make sense..." I said.

In a way, it did make sense.

"OK, hope you don't mind my underwear." I said as I took off my shirt.

"You'll be fine." she replied

I hesitantly took off my polo shirt, then hesitated for a minute before unbuckling my jeans. It's now or never, I thought, and took them down, kicking off my Vans shoes in the process. All that stood between me and her now was a layer of gray cotton Calvin Klien's. 

Rachel seemed to be relaxed now.

"Is that better?" I asked her

"I think I should be asking you that."

I-I'm good."

"I can tell." she said with a bit of a smile.

"OK, let's, uh, continue."

Rachel took a deep breath.

"Okay..." she said as she raised up the top of her nightgown and was now in all her topless glory. The only thing between her and me was a thin layer of black cotton panties.

I wonder what all the station's viewers would think?

Rachel had very nice tits, I'll say that. Very full and firm.

"OK...got anything to say?" she asked

"Uh...n-n-no...we sh-should get back to work." I stammered

"Do these shots the same way, you know on the bed and all."

"Good idea."

So now I was photographing her topless, me in my underwear, and she looked even hotter. She could look very sexy without even knowing it. She sat up and looked over her shoulder at me with a flirty look on her face. Then she turned over onto her belly and playfully bent her legs, making sure I could see her cute ass. She was almost giggling the more shots I took. She raised her ass up, then surprised me by quickly yanking her panties down and mooning me. That made her fall onto the bed laughing. I was laughing too.

"I'm sorry" she said between laughs "maybe I had too much wine before I came over here."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"How do you think I got up the nerve to do this!" she laughed "Did you get a shot of it? I should send that to Dana."

"Uh, I probably did, let me check."

"Aw, don't bother lemme do it again."

And just like that, Rachel pulled her panties down again and gave me another shot of her ass.

This shot, I got.

"OK, my turn...lemme see your ass."

"Mine?"

"Uh-huh, it's only fair."

"Only fair, huh...well, OK then."

I turned and gave her a quick look at my ass, making her laugh again.

"Oh, very nice!" she laughed "You could've been a male stripper with that!"

That must've melted whatever ice remained between us.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 66



"OK, um...I'll do the next shots." she said

"OK, is there another outfit?" I said casually

"No, uh, I'll do the nude shots now."

I froze.

"The what?"

"The nude shots, I figured that was what you wanted to do."

"You really want to do that?"

Rachel nodded.

"Uh, OK, yes we'll do those." I said hesitantly.

"You should be, um..."

I realized what she was implying.

"I think you want me to be..."

"Yeah...that would be good." she now said hesitantly.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay." I said

Taking another deep breath I quickly pulled down my underwear and then realized Rachel had done hers at the same time. We were both naked in front of each other.

"Oooh...nice." she said slowly "Dana was right."

"Right about what?"

Rachel gave me a shy smile.

"Oh, certain things..." she said before adding "...come here." she said

I slowly took a few steps towards her as she held out her arms. We embraced and Rachel gave me one helluva kiss. As she did, I knew I was getting a hard-on the closer she held me.

"Oh...I feel it now..." she said softly as we continued kissing.

"Feel what?"

Instantly I felt beyond dumb for what I just asked.

"What Dana felt." she said softly

I felt her grasp my dick and it got even harder.

"Nice." she said in the same soft voice.

Rachel looked up at me and stepped back a little.

"Go ahead, feel them." she said with a smile as she held her tits.

My hands softly grasped them, they felt good alright.

"Feels nice...yessss...that feels good..." she said as she began breathing a little heavier them more I caressed them.

I leaned down and kissed her nipple, it felt good too. Just as I was about to be even more bold, Rachel stopped me.

"Let's not forget why we're here."

"Huh?"

"The photos, remember?"

Of course, how could I forget the reason I got into this project?

"Yes, of course, how silly of me." I said

"It's not silly, just want to make sure you're still a pro, that's all."

"Right!" I said as I got my camera set up again.

Rachel was much bolder with her poses now that she was naked, or should I say now that we were both naked. She softly ran her hands all over her naked body, caressing her tits, making the nipples hard. Then they began to touch her pussy, beautifully smooth as I clicked off shot after shot. I didn't need to do any kind of prompting, it seemed like she knew exactly what she'd planned to do all along. Her face began to show signs of pleasure, her eyes narrowed then closed as she seemed to be in some kind of dream the more her fingers rubbed her pussy. 

Just then, a red light on the camera screen threw me back to reality, its battery power was low or the memory card was full.

Probably both. 

"Um, Rachel? I'm, uh, low on battery power and need to stop." I said nervously.

Her breaths said otherwise.

"Don't stop...oh don't stop...don't stop..." she moaned

All I could do was watch her. Her generous chest heaved upward and her moans grew louder until she let out a loud groan and lay back on the bed, still breathing heavily.

Finally she sat up on her elbows and looked at me.

"Did you get all that?" she asked

"Uh, y-y-yes." I stammered "Pretty heavy stuff."

Dumb thing to say!

Rachel smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I get a little carried away sometimes."

"Your husband must be a happy man."

"Oh, he will be!" she replied with a naughty smile before taking my wrist and looking at my watch.

"Dana should be back about now, I'd better get dressed." she said as she got off the bed.

Rachel headed back to her "dressing room" as it were before stopping and looking back at me.

"Did the camera really run out power?" she asked

"Oh, yes...see the indicator here-"

"I believe you." she replied as she shut the door.

I breathed a little easier now, my work was done. I dressed and gathered up everything just as Rachel came out.

"You did a good job, Dana was right about you, you're a real pro." she said confidently as she took the camera.

"Um, the memory card is still in there, I didn't remove it or anything."

"That's OK, Dana said I could trust you, you showed me you were a real pro."

"How so?"

"Well..." she began as she picked up her purse and the gym bag that held her outfits "...any other guy wouldn't have listened to me, but you did. You let me control things...and I like that."

I was somewhat confused.

"Any other guy would've tried to fuck me silly, you're not the first guy to try that you know...but you are the first who didn't even when he had the chance...and that's good."

Just then I heard the radio from Dana's BMW convertible as it pulled into the parking lot.

Rachel opened the door and turned back to me.

"Maybe next time I'll let you control things." she said with that smile her viewers saw every day on TV.

"Hey glamor girl!" Dana said excitedly "So, how'd it go?"

Rachel smiled widely

"Perfect! You were right, girl." she said as she got into her minivan "I'm gonna go home and check out these photos."

"Oh, I wanna see them too! After all, I provided the camera!"

"Let's go then." Rachel said as she put on some stylish sunglasses.

"You gonna come Jim?" Dana said as she turned to me.

"Ah, no I think I'll just be the modest artist and let my work speak for itself." I said before adding "...But, uh, send me one of them, you choose which."

Rachel and Dana both giggled like schoolgirls as they drove off. 

A week later an email arrived from Rachel with a photo enclosed. It was Rachel Lutzker in all her naked glory, her finger provocatively on her lips, like she was saying "shhh" to me.

"Thanks for keeping this secret." she wrote underneath the photo.

I smiled, then filed the photo away on the secret flash drive I kept in the bottom drawer of my desk in an old candy tin.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 67



With his typical bravado, and at his own birthday party no less, Chuck Tyler made the grand announcement that Amy Adamson would be taking over management of the R&B trio Tigress as they began a comeback tour. And she wasn't kidding when she told me of wanting to bring back Tigress in a big way. Even if it was just a one-off show in Japan, she wanted to get the girls back in the public eye again, get them back onstage where they belonged, to remind everyone that these girls were music superstars. There wasn't much press for the shows, no big press conference or interviews, that part she'd handle later. They literally flew in, did the show, and flew out. It was a stealth show intended to generate buzz, those who were lucky enough to see it would then spread the word and then they could come back for a much bigger show.

Now a year later, with a comeback album that went triple platinum, she wanted to do it all over again. Starting with a return engagement in Tokyo at the same dance hall they'd performed at before. 

For me, it was another whirlwind I was but a part of. We arrived in Tokyo at night and I stayed close with Amy and her crew since I didn't speak the language. What I saw of Tokyo was a lot of neon, flashing lights and signs that made no sense. With the whirlwind show over with, and being so tired from the flight, I was just staring out the window blankly as our limos and SUV's smoothly navigated the highways in the rain to our hotel. And even the hotel rooms were from another world, the only thing I recognized was a bed. 

As was my luck though, my body clock said otherwise, and I couldn't find "my sleep zone" as it were. Room service was closed for the night. I looked out the window at all the lights. 

"Maybe I'm not in such a strange land after all."

I dressed and went downstairs to see what a Tokyo hotel bar was like. 

It seemed just as raucous as an American bar, it looked like baseball was on the large TV's, strange to see the billboard's in another language. None of the teams looked familiar. Wouldn't it be odd if I saw a Red Sox game here?

A bartender seemed to spot me instantly and asked for my drink order, at least I thought that's what he was asking. I looked around for something familiar. Then I looked down at the bar and spotted a coaster. 

With the Corona logo, 

'Muchas gracias, Corona.' I thought as I held up the coaster to the bartender

He saw the logo and nodded as he went into a cooler for a bottle.

Luckily the power of plastic still holds sway around the world and I had a small bit of America in my hand and a space at the bar to take in what I was seeing in this strange land.

That phrase 'you all look alike to us' seemed to be true, the girls were exotic, of course. But I wasn't looking for a one night stand, not here. If I'm this far away from home, a two or three night stand seemed more proper. 

Or so I thought.

An oriental beauty made her way to the bar area. She had on that classic "little black dress" and simple heels to compliment black hair that just grazed her shoulders. I was definitely focused on her because it seemed like I'd seen her somewhere before. Like I said, I was reminded of that old phrase 'you all look alike to us' as I looked at her. She got her drink and smoothly thanked the bartender and took a sip through a straw. As she did this, I leaned back on my stool. She saw me and stopped. 

"I think I know you." She said, luckily in English.

"For some reason, I think I do too. But I've never been here before." I said above the noise in the crowded bar

"Are you from the states?"

"Yes, I think that's where I've seen you."

"What's your name?"

"Jim." I said

"I'm Shiori, Shiori Osato." She said as she extended her hand

Now I began to process her name as best I could. She still reminded me of a friend of a friend, but that was a long time ago. And a name like Shiori I would've remembered easily.

"Do you mind my asking what you do?" I asked

"I'm a model, I work in the states but I'm originally from Tokyo."

"That's a weird coincidence."

"Oh, how's that?"

"Well, it's kind of a long story but a girl I met shared a house with this actress in LA and she said she used to model with a girl from Japan..."

"Wait a minute..." she said slowly before exclaiming "That's how I know you! You're the photo guy, right?"

"Yes, yes that's me."

"Then we have met, I probably said my name was Cheryl when we met, it's easier for people to remember than Shiori."

Aha! The mist in my memory suddenly cleared. 

"You remember my friend, then." she said as she took my hand.

Cheryl guided me through the bar towards a table by a window where a woman was sitting. 

"Hey, look who I found!" she said

The girl turned to us and her eyes widened, mine too.

"Holy guacamole..." I said

Her "friend" was none other than Catherine Bell.

The girl who gave me a motorcycle ride to remember. Along with a very cool jacket that I had to admit was still hanging in my closet, unworn. It felt a little weird to wear a motorcycle jacket when, technically, I didn't ride.

Catherine riding me though, was another story. 

"Oh...my...god!" she said as she stood and hugged me exuberantly "What are you doing here?!"

"I'm working for Artists Unlimited now, doing what I do best." I said.

"Cool! When I met you, you were like a freelancer, right?"

"Right, they made me an offer I couldn't resist."

"That is incredible! I can't believe you're here!" she said as we sat down together in the booth.

"I was doing photos for Tigress' show tonight." I then remembered how the time difference affected things "Actually it's already tomorrow isn't it?"

"Right!" Catherine laughed "The time change really messes up your mind doesn't it?"

"Ah, you crazy Americans" Cheryl laughed "You still can't keep your time zones straight, can you?"

Catherine looked so good, even in her own little black dress, but hers showed off her ample assets more than Cheryl's did. And she had her hair cut in the short military style she'd had on "JAG" for so many years.

"I remembered how we met at the old house." Cheryl continued "I think you had fun that day." She said looking at me, then at Catherine.

"Best bike ride I've had in a long time." She said as she looked at both of us with that sexy look she did so easily.

"What's with the short hair? It looks good on you." I said

"Oh, I'm doing a JAG movie over here." She said as she playfully shook her head "We just finished some night shooting."

"No kidding! That's really cool." I said

Catherine in her Marine uniform again, yummy! 

Cheryl ordered another round of drinks

"How long will you be here?" Catherine asked as she sat as close to me as the booth would allow.

"Not long, Tigress is doing a hit and run show in town and I did the photos."

"Hit and run? What's that?" Cheryl asked with a laugh

"Well, I just got in a few hours ago and then it's back to LA in a few hours. So this isn't gonna be a tourist trip for me. I doubt I'll see much daylight."

"Or us, for that matter." Catherine said with a sly smile as she twirled the straw in her drink.

"And what does that mean?" I replied with an equally sly look

"Well...Cheryl only saw you for a minute last time." She said in that slow, shy but oh so sexy tone she did so effortlessly

"Right, you just came and went." She added

We all laughed at her double entendre`.

"Ah, so true, I was coming and going all at the same time."

"Do you have to be?" Catherine asked with that same look as before "Cheryl didn't get to know you very well last time, you know...like I did."

We were looking at one another much differently now, and at Cheryl, who had that same sly look as Catherine.

"Uh, yes, you're right. Maybe I should, uh, get to know Cheryl better. Maybe we should go someplace like..."

"Like my room?" Catherine added

"Yes, like your room." I said, grateful she found the right words easier than I did.

"I think that would be very nice" Cheryl said

"Perhaps we should go, then." I said.

Cheryl, Catherine and I got up from the table and casually made our way out of the bar towards the elevators. Cheryl turned to Catherine and seemed to whisper something in her ear, making her giggle as she pushed the button for her floor.

As we rode up the elevator, Catherine stood close to me. 

"It's been awhile, you know." She said as she held my arm

I looked at her now. I knew I was in for another encounter to remember. They never grew old, they were always fun and they were always nerve-wracking for me.

But somehow, I got through it.

Catherine and Cheryl opened the door to a room larger than mine and with an even better view of the Tokyo night. The raindrops on the large windows only made the room even more exotic.

"What do you think?" Catherine said as she dropped her purse on a table "Nice, huh?"

"Wow...definitely." I said as she gazed out the window

I felt Catherine come up behind me and hold me

"Mmmmm...so good to see you again, you know."

"Yes, you too."

"So...what should we do?" I heard Cheryl ask

Her tone implied only one thing

"I think maybe we should get more comfortable." Catherine replied

Her tone echoed Cheryl's.

"I think Jim deserves a little fun" she said "After all, he came all the way to Japan..."

"...and all he got were two girls in a hotel room." I said as I faced Catherine and Cheryl.

Oh! Why did I just say that?

No matter, both girls laughed. My eyes were closed and I probably had a look of humorous embarrassment on my face at what I just said.

Catherine kissed me deeply

"Jim...feel my boobs..." she said in a voice that cannot be described in words. "I know you want to."

My heart was racing as I felt those beautifully large orbs of hers. Her eyes closed slightly as she breathed in, then a smile came over her as she exhaled. Cheryl was behind her and softly kissed her neck, I kissed Catherine's lips and her cheek, she had a beautiful scent about her as Cheryl started to unzip her dress. Hearing the zipper as it slowly went down her back was so erotic.

"Oh...so nice." She said "I think you'll like what you see, Jim..."

"Yes, you will." Cheryl added

From behind, Cheryl gradually eased Catherine's dress downward from her shoulders and down her arms as she looked at me and her beautifully large breasts were revealed. She didn't look bashful at all as she became fully topless in front of me. I was speechless.

"He likes big tits, Cher." She said to her friend

"I can tell. I hope he likes mine, too." She said as she looked at her smaller, but still pretty tits that filled out her dress nicely. 

I was caressing Catherine's beautiful tits, they felt so soft in my hands, and I could tell she must've put some kind of lotion on them to make them even better. I kissed her as my fingers made the nipples hard.

"Ohhhhh baby...yessss..." she moaned

I could see behind her that Cheryl had started to take off her dress. Her tits were nice sized like I thought. They looked like a good B size with cute nipples like I'd seen on oriental girls in magazines.

"Your friend looks nice too." I said to Catherine

She looked over her shoulder at her and they both smiled.

"We should all get naked." She said looking at me.

"Yes...we should." I said, not with hesitation but with, of all things, confidence.

Where'd THAT come from?

Catherine began to shimmy out of her dress, I removed my simple blue shirt. Cheryl unzipped her dress fully and it silently dropped to the floor revealing tiny black thong panties that seemed to only cover her "naughty bits". 

"Ah, you look beautiful Cher." Catherine said to her friend

"You think so?" she replied "He hasn't seen the best part yet."

Both girls snickered at me as I was down to my underwear.

Catherine was down to just her silky black panties.

For some reason, we all paused knowing how far we'd gone. We all looked at one another, not certain what to do next. Catherine smiled that classic sexy smile she had, easily breaking the tension between us.

"I think I'd like to see Jim naked, wouldn't you Cheryl?"

The excited look on Cheryl's face said it all.

"I think he'd like to see you naked too." She added

"OK, then. We don't want to disappoint him, do we?"

Catherine Bell slid down her panties at the same time Cheryl did hers, I seemed to be in sync with them and we were all naked.

The last time I'd been with Catherine she'd had a perfect landing strip between her legs, now she was totally smooth. Being Oriental, Cheryl had a pretty patch of thin black hair between her legs. It looked almost like a beautiful black flower. They both smiled as they could tell I was definitely excited seeing them in all their naked glory. 

"Wow, you never told me how pretty his dick was." Cheryl said to Catherine

"It is, isn't it?" she replied "So, Jim...how do we look to you?"

"Incredible." Was all I could say.

Catherine moved over to the large bed and seductively laid on it, Cheryl and I joined her and we now began to softly touch and caress one another. Cheryl's body immediately reacted to my touch, Catherine lay on her side watching us as we now kissed. Her lips tasted wonderful and her hands gently touched me all over. I did the same to her, pausing to feel her tits with their tiny nipples. Cheryl breathed in softly the more I touched her. Catherine was close by, I could see by her face she liked seeing her friend experience the same feelings she did when I was with her. My dick was getting super hard the more we touched. Cheryl and I kissed deeply, our tongues touching. Cheryl breathed seductively as I kissed her neck. Catherine was on the other side of her head and whispering in her ear. Though I couldn't tell what was said, it made her sigh and say "I know..."

Catherine looked at me and winked. 

My hand went down to her breasts and caressed the nipple, quickly making it erect.

"That feel good?" I said softly as I kissed her cheek.

"Yes...so good..." Cheryl sighed

Catherine was still close by her friend, but now began to softly touch her shoulder.

"You're so soft..." Catherine said softly to her friend "...so nice..."

She repeated these words as she leaned down and kissed Cheryl, my hand drifted down and my fingers softly touched her pussy, she was very wet.

"How does she feel?" I heard Catherine ask

"Nice." I replied

"Mmmmmm...good."

I kissed Cheryl again, Catherine did the same. I slowly moved downwards to her pussy, my finger began to tease around it before I softly kissed it. Cheryl breathed in sharply as my lips and tongue began to explore her. I looked up from her pussy and saw Catherine and Cheryl deeply kissing. Catherine pulled back and offered one of her beautiful tits to Cheryl, who eagerly began to suck on her nipples. 

It was amazing to say the least! 

I sat up on my knees and watched them.

"You both look so beautiful." I said 

The girls looked at me and returned my words with smiles. Catherine now sat up and walked over to me on her knees and we kissed. Cheryl sat up on her elbows.

"I wanna watch you now." she said to us.

Catherine turned to her friend.

"Oh, you do, huh?" she said before turning back to me "what do you think, Jim?"

"I think you should listen to your friend."

"Uh-huh...and I know what I want to do." she said as she gently grasped my dick and began to slowly stroke it.

Catherine was stroking my dick to full hardness before she leaned down and took it into her mouth, her lips making it nice and wet as I felt her tongue swirl all around it. Though my eyes were closed, I'm pretty sure I was leaning back and letting out a low moan of my own and breathing rapidly.

Then I heard an "oh...oh yesss.." from Catherine.

I looked down and saw that Cheryl's head was behind her, her tongue deeply licking her pussy. Catherine came off my dick and she bit her lip as Cheryl continued probing her pussy. Cheryl came up and gave me a lewd lick of her lips.

"Finger fuck her..." I said.

"Oh yeah baby..." she said before I saw her finger disappear into Catherine's pussy, making her cry out.

"Oh god! Oh god that's it!" she cried out.

"What do you want baby? What do you want?" Cheryl said in a more dominating voice "Tell me!"

"Wanna fuck...wanna fuck.." Catherine replied breathlessly

"Yeah, that's it...you want Jim to fuck you?"

"Oh yeah..." Catherine said before looking up at me "But I wanna watch you first..."

I knew what to do.

I pulled Catherine up and she switched places with Cheryl.

"I'm not always this way, you know." Catherine said to me.

"I just like to watch." Cheryl said, adding a kiss on my cheek before she lay back on the bed. 

"...Go ahead, Jim...fuck her." Catherine said as she lay next to Cheryl, her hand softly touching her own pussy.

Cheryl showed no signs of hesitation as I got on top of her and my dick slid into her super wet pussy, I only heard a beautiful sigh from her.

I slowly began to fuck Cheryl, her pussy felt beautifully warm, Cheryl's eyes were closed and Catherine was close by watching us, a finger now inside her pussy.

"How does he feel?" she asked her

"Wonderful..." Cheryl sighed. 

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, her breaths more rapid as we fucked. Then a long moan from her that indicated climax. I slowed down and lay atop her.

"Oh my god...that was unreal...oh god you were right babe..." she said with a laugh

"My turn." Catherine said

No offense to Cheryl, but Catherine was the one I really wanted to fuck.

I was on my knees looking at her as she opened her legs and gave her pussy a little rub. It was probably a flashback to my younger days, but I couldn't resist stroking my dick a little.

"You wanna jerk off to me?" she asked.

"No, just having a flashback." I said

"Mmmm...I'd love to hear about it." she smiled "...come on, babe..."

I slid my dick into Catherine Bell's pussy, and it felt just as good as I remembered. I began to fuck her just like Cheryl but it felt different with her. I leaned down and licked her tits as best I could. Cheryl was next to us, rubbing her pussy as we fucked. Then she turned and began licking Catherine's tits too.

"Ohhhh...yes Cheryl...sooo good..." The more Cheryl licked Catherine's tits, the more both of them were in ecstasy. 

Cheryl softly kissed her cheek, then resumed licking her nipples, I could see the tip of her tongue as it danced over them.

"Oh that's nice... so good..." she said in that sexy tone she did so effortlessly "...just do it baby...anything you want...just do it..."

Cheryl looked up at me, then kissed my cheek the same way.

"You two look so hot together." she whispered to me "I love how you make her react."

"Let her lick you..." I said as I kissed her.

Cheryl's eyes widened.

"Ooooo...kinky!" she giggled.

Cheryl faced me as she straddled Catherine's face and lowered her pussy onto her. Catherine eagerly held Cheryl's hips and began licking her pussy, making Cheryl screech with pleasure. Her eyes closed and her face showed extreme pleasure coming over her in waves the more her tongue probed her pussy.

Catherine now "came up for air" as it were.

"Do Cheryl some more." she said.

We switched positions and I was fucking Cheryl again. But now Catherine straddled Cheryl, who now licked her pussy. Catherine let out a wonderfully erotic moan, then leaned forward and we kissed deeply, our tongues merging.

"Oh god! Oh my god...so good!" she gasped.

Unable to continue kissing me, she held onto me as Cheryl also moaned louder, then cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed.

Catherine's body suddenly jerked forward onto me

"Oh my god...oh god...th-that felt so good..." she said breathlessly.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 67



Cheryl could only continue gasping as she lay back on the bed.

"Make him cum, girl..." Cheryl sighed.

Catherine looked at me.

"I think I know how he wants to cum." she said adding a cute little wink of her brown eyes.

"Sit up, babe..." she said

I did, not knowing what she had in mind.

"OK, now lay back, spread your legs."

Catherine got up close to me and held my dick in her hands. Then she straddled the upper part of my leg and began to rub her pussy on it.

"I saw how you were looking at me, Jim...your little flashback...I think I know what you want to do..." she said in that tone of voice only she had "so...do it."

She now began to stroke my dick, still slick from Cheryl's pussy, and her own.

"Ooooo...feels nice..." she said softly as she continued moving herself forward, then back, on my upper leg.

Cheryl sat up and caressed Catherine's tits from behind, giving her neck little kisses as well. 

"Oh, yeah...real nice."

Catherine turned to her friend and their smiles showed they knew just what they were doing. She turned to her friend and they kissed again, I could see their tongues touching one another.

Catherine began to moan more so than she had before, they began to take on an urgent tone.

"Baby...oh god...huh-yessss..." she moaned "Sooo good...oh god...oh yeah...."

Cheryl was rubbing her pussy now, Catherine was jerking my dick. 

I could wait no more, the explosion inside me was building thanks to Catherine's soft hand. I could wait no more.

"Gonna cum..." I said through gritted teeth.

"Do it, Jim...oh do it..." Catherine moaned "cum on my boobs baby..."

She quickly moved off my leg and I exploded onto her tits, she sounded so excited. Cheryl was too.

"So nice..." she purred as she looked up at me.

Cheryl got down and joined her, licking my dick before turning to her friend and licking my cum off her tits. They both giggled at what they'd done, then sat up to kiss me. I lay back on the bed, exhausted.

"That was fun." Cheryl said

"I told you he was fun." Catherine said before laying down beside me.

"And what did you think?" she asked.

I took a deep breath.

"Awesome." I somehow said.

Cheryl lay beside me and we held each other, falling asleep as the remaining raindrops hit the windows.

When I awoke, I looked around and saw Cheryl still asleep. I looked at my watch and it said 3:00PM, then I realized it was still on west coast time. My earlier activities prevented me from doing the math to figure out the time in Tokyo.

"Geez, what time is it?" I mumbled then looked for my cellphone but I was in no shape to figure out the settings for the time here.

But there was an urgent text message I could read, it was from Amy.

"WHERE ARE YOU???"

Followed by another;

"CALL ME ASAP!!!"

And another;

"YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!!!"

I suddenly realized that I'd missed my flight back home.

"Aw, crap!" I moaned as I fell back on the bed.

Cheryl breathed in and her eyes opened.

"What's wrong?" she asked

"Oh, nothing really, I just need to find a flight back home, that's all." I said as I began searching my phone for any airline phone numbers I might've saved, and tried to restrain my temper all at the same time.

"Go wash your face, babe...I might be able to help." she said as she went for her purse.

"Yeah, looks like I won't be rushing for a flight anytime soon." I said wearily.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." she said reassuringly.

I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, I heard water and was presented with a sight that was rather uplifting.

Catherine Bell was in the shower, soaping her body as I walked in.

"Hey, hon!" she said happily

"Uh, hello to you, too." I said as I tried not to sound too excited at what I was seeing and headed for the sink to wash my face.

"Got a little hangover, huh?" she said as she turned the water off.

"No, just a little travel trouble, apparently I missed my flight back."

"Uh-oh! Can you get another flight?"

"Not sure, Cheryl said she could take care of it."

"Oh, well you've got nothing to worry about then." she said "Hand me a towel?"

All the towels were extra large white ones like I'd never seen before. Definitely not the kind found in a Wal Mart store. As I handed one to her she cleverly gave it a tug and wrapped me up in it with her. Even wet, her tits felt wonderful against my body.

"Morning, babe." she said with a kiss "you should've joined me."

"Maybe next time." I replied

"OK, you're all set!" I heard Cheryl yell from the next room.

The look on my face said it all.

"See, I told you." Catherine said, adding another kiss.

After a quick breakfast, we were off in a black Bentley for Narita Airport. As we pulled up to what must've been a V.I.P. Area, I grabbed what accounted for my luggage (2 cameras and a briefcase with my laptop and iPod).

"Cheryl, I can't thank you enough for what you did."

"I thought you knew all along my Dad owned the club Tigress was playing at." she said

"He can't know everything." Catherine joked 

"That's true, I was otherwise occupied with you two." 

Both ladies laughed at that.

"OK, get yourself in gear, soldier!" she said in her best Marine voice "Daddy's plane can only wait so long." Catherine said.

"Yes, Ma'am!" I replied adding in my best military salute (I somehow remembered how I'd seen Laura Austin and the Calendar Girls salute when we were at Camp Pendleton).

"Bye, babe!" Cheryl said

"Sayonara, Hollywood." Catherine said before giving me a quick kiss amidst the honking of a horn behind us. I guess Narita Airport personnel didn't like long goodbyes.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 68



Author's note-Thanks again for your patience! This story references events & people found in chapters 1 and 59. 

*

"Well, this is different" I said as I walked out of Chuck's office with his top assistant, Natalie Hayden and examined the tickets I'd been given.

"You're gonna go aren't you?" she asked

"Sure, I mean, I'm not gonna turn down free tickets. It's just the event is a little out of my realm."

"Oh, come on!" she said "Opera's kinda cool if you ask me."

"Yeah, you might be right. Maybe a little culture will do me good."

"I wouldn't really call this a full-on opera anyway. It's just a concert by someone with an opera style." She added

"You're correct there, too. I can always get her CD autographed for my Mom."

"Wow, you just think of everything, don't you?" Natalie replied with a touch of sarcasm.

"Hey, my mama raised me right." I replied with a wiseguy smile added in.

Natalie's response was an "oh, brother" roll of her eyes.

Artists Unlimited was handling a concert by the Welsh opera singer Katherine Jenkins. She'd made herself known to Americans by competing on "Dancing with the Stars" and had done rather well. So her record company wanted to play up that success with a major concert tour with a full orchestra that would open at the Hollywood Bowl. Chuck Tyler, who ran Artists Unlimited, was generously giving out tickets to his top people.

This was also that rarest of occasions, a company function I wouldn't be taking pictures at. And if I did it would be for my pleasure, not the company's.

So, it was time to "suit up!" as the saying goes.

As I've said before, I've never been much of a clotheshorse. But being around Paris, Lindsay and Blake, I somehow became one unconsciously. It was at times like this when I wish I had their phone numbers so I could get their assistance on what worked and what didn't on me.

It was while driving home that I took the plunge and went back to the Grove shopping mecca and the Giorgio Armani store. Immediately I felt like a slob in there, with stores like this, I felt like I should dress up just to browse. But at least I had an idea what I wanted. 

Or so I thought!

I was presented with rack after rack of dark suits in every conceivable style, but they all looked alike and the sales staff seemed more intent on getting me out of there, they had their own idea of what an ideal customer looked like. And it wasn't me.

The next day, I sat in my office and cruised the net hoping I might find what I was looking for, I quickly realized it's not easy buying something like this. I looked at my cellphone and thought, what have I got to lose? I scrolled through the address book and recent calls and luckily it was still there. 

The number for "Mimi Sheraton", aka Paris Hilton. 

I hadn't talked to her in a long time and she was, for better or worse, my first introduction to Hollywood. What's the worst that could happen? I get her voice mail? The number would no longer be valid? What have I got to lose? 

The number I dialed rang about 6 times, and I was about to hang up when to my surprise, I heard a breathless voice answer;

"Hollywood! Oh my god, what a surprise!"

It was Paris all right.

"It's been so long, where are you?" she asked excitedly

"I'm in L.A. I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"I'm in Macao, I just got back from the casino."

"Did you win?"

"Oh, Hollywood, what do you think?" she replied in that effortlessly sexy voice

"I think I just asked a dumb question."

We both laughed.

"Listen, the reason I called is I'm going to a classy event here and I need some of your knowledge."

"Really? Like what?" she asked in a curious tone that seemed to ooze sex.

"Well, I'm going to see Katherine Jenkins, you know, that opera singer."

"Sure, I know her, she's a good dancer too."

"Right, it's at the Hollywood Bowl and it's a big event for the company and I feel like I should buy a really classy suit but it's been a long time and-"

Hearing an excited gasp I knew she was way ahead of me.

"Ah! Say no more, babe! Let me make a couple of calls, I'll get back to you."

"Oh, um, OK." I replied, stunned that she could instantly know what I was looking for. But then again, she's Paris.

"Just promise me one thing."

"OK, what?"

"Promise me you'll send a photo of you in the suit." she said in a sweet tone of voice.

I chuckled

"Absolutely, I'll even wear it when I buy you dinner, how about that?"

"Oh, Hollywood...you're still a charmer!" she giggled

"You like McDonald's right?"

We both laughed

"OK, babe, I'll call you back." she said before turning on her sincere voice "It's so good to hear from you again, Jim."

"You, too."

"OK, I'll call you real soon." she said as she hung up. 

Step one, completed. 

I had an idea what she might do but with Paris, always expect the unexpected.

And I was right when I got an unexpected call the next day. 

"There's someone here, claiming to be your tailor." the guard from downstairs said. 

"My tailor?" I replied before realizing what this really meant

"Oh, yeah, send him up."

"It's a her." the guard replied

A her?

A few minutes later, a gorgeous brunette lady entered my office with two male assistants and a multitude of supplies in large rolling suitcases.

"You must be Jim, Paris sent us." she said

She quickly introduced herself as Gigi Macaroni and they quickly began taking measurements as different fabrics were brought out.

Within 30 minutes I was fully measured for a suit that would be delivered in 3 days time. I even took their offer of an extra suit in gray.

A guy like me should always look his best, right?

Paris was a girl of her word. The suit arrived on time and I looked like a million bucks, ready for a night at the opera. Or, in this case a night at the Hollywood Bowl. 

So did my date, Natalie.

She had also made a trip to Rodeo Drive too and met me in a midnight blue cocktail dress that made her look like two million bucks.

"Yowza, you look good!" I said in amazement.

She gave me a quick little spin.

"You think so? I haven't worn something like this since my Prom night."

"Your date was one lucky guy." I said as we got into the limo the agency provided.

"Yeah, right...he dumped me for some cheerleader the next day." 

"Ouch...Well, consider this the make-up date." I said, trying to be uplifting.

Natalie smiled widely and held my arm as we headed for the concert.

The concert couldn't have been held on a better night. It was a clear, moonlit night and a gentle breeze was felt everywhere. 

"How much do you know about opera, anyway?" Natalie asked as we took our seats and complimentary glasses of wine arrived at our box, courtesy of Chuck.

"I think it's usually in Italian and sung by guys in tuxedos named Luciano or Enrico."

"Come on, I thought you knew everything, Mister Hollywood."

"In this case I don't...and why are you calling me Mister Hollywood, anyway?"

"Chuck calls you that all the time." she said defensively.

She had me there, luckily the lights dimmed and Katherine came onstage.

It's been said that music has a way of "transporting" listeners, and this night seemed like one of those experiences. Katherine had the audience spellbound as she made her way through a diverse catalog of arias and standards. Natalie was just as transfixed and she softly held my hand throughout the concert. The night seemed to fly by. 

For her final encore, only a single spotlight lit her as she sang in delicate Italian the theme from "The Godfather". I looked over at Natalie and could see a tear in her beautiful blue eye, she turned to me and bashfully smiled. I nodded, I was just as caught up in the music as she was.

As we made our way out of the venue, I did a double take as I saw a short brunette in the tiniest of black dresses with a taller blonde accompanying a well-dressed, but feeble looking, gentleman with snow white hair and thick glasses that seemed bigger than his face. The brunette saw me me and held up her wine glass, adding a little wave.

It looked like...Laura Austin? With her "partner in crime" Vicki? 

Nah! Couldn't be!

Could it? 

"See somebody you know?" Natalie asked

"Oh, uh, I didn't get a good enough look...feel like another glass?"

"No...some us have work in the morning, you know."

"Yes, good thought! I think I see our limo driver over there."

My relief at avoiding an unplanned "encounter" was short-lived, though.

"Jim! I can't believe I'm finding you here!" I heard behind me.

I turned around and it was indeed, Laura Austin I'd seen. She gave me a happy hug, Vicki was close by.

"I didn't expect to see you here." she said happily "who's your friend?"

"Oh, uh, this is Natalie Hayden...she works for Chuck Tyler."

"So good to meet you...Laura Austin, Jim and I go way back." she said in a tone that certainly implied that our friendship did go way back.

"What do you do?" Natalie asked

"Oh, Vicki and I coordinate special events for Mr. Turner." Laura said, pointing out the older man I'd seen with her "...strictly on a freelance basis." she added.

"Really? That sounds unique." Natalie said in a curious tone.

"Oh, it is..." Vicki quickly replied "We should be going, Laura. Mr. Turner doesn't like to be kept waiting, you know."

"Yes...good to meet you Natalie...Jim, you and I must get together soon. " Laura said as she and Vicki rejoined "Mr. Turner".

Natalie watched them walk off with a confused look on her face.

"Do you know that guy?" she asked me as we headed to our limo.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"Sure looks like you knew the two ladies."

My mind scrambled to come up with a plausible explanation.

"Oh, well, uh, she's just a friend I see once in a while." I finally said

Natalie had a skeptical look on her face.

"Uh-huh..." she said, still looking at me skeptically "I've heard that before."

"Come on, in a business like this everybody is friends with everybody else." I said as we got into the back seat of the limo.

"Riiiiight..." she said with that same look as before, minus the eye roll.

The traffic was slow getting out of the complex and we were soon checking text messages on our phones. Mine though had one I didn't expect.

"Wearing your new suit?" it said

"Mimi Sheraton" was texting me.

"Yes, how did you know?" I responded

"I saw you at the concert, your date looked lovely." she texted before adding a minute later;

"So did you!"

She was there?

"You were there?" I texted to her

"Look out your window." she responded

I looked out and saw Paris giving me that classic smile and wave from the window of her limo.

"Any chance we can meet up later?" she wrote

"Not sure. Rain check?"

"You got it." she replied, adding on several smiley faces.

Her limo turned left out of the lot and into the Hollywood night.

I turned to find Natalie slumped against the side of the limo, asleep.

I gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and held her hand as our limo pulled onto the highway, she held mine.

Natalie still lived with her Mom, Gail Hayden, a fellow agent but at a different agency. Natalie didn't know it but her Mom and I once had a torrid one night stand long ago and while it was fun for both of us, to me, she could be somewhat overwhelming to be around (plus she didn't know her daughter was seeing me occasionally). I accidentally discovered her connection to Natalie when she had her own one night stand with me. So lest my connection with both ladies came out, I tried to avoid any unplanned encounters with Mom. Once we reached her house, I gingerly woke her up. She breathed in and looked around.

"We're home?" she said sleepily.

"Yes, uh, I hope you had a good time."

She smiled.

"Of course I did, this was really nice."

"OK."

There was that moment of hesitation as I leaned in, then she leaned in, and we kissed. It felt just as nice as the last time, but this time we weren't hiding in her bedroom. 

"I'll, um, see you at work tomorrow..." she said as she reached for the door handle.

"Yes, uh, Chuck's probably got some big assignment lined up for me already."

Natalie started to get out but I followed her.

"Hey..." I said as I pulled her back and kissed her again.

"Good night..." I said.

I watched her walk inside the darkened house.

"OK, Freddy...let's go home." I said. 

As the highway lights flashed by, I looked at my phone and contemplated my next move.

Then I smiled.

"Why not..." I said as I sent a text to "Mimi Sheraton".

"Still awake?" I wrote

A few minutes later, the phone "dinged" with her response.

"For you, of course!" she responded

"Fancy a nightcap at my place, luv?"

"I'd love one, I've never seen your place!" she wrote back.

"OK, you've been warned..." I wrote as I included the address to my condo.

"See you there." she replied, adding the same smiley faces.

The limo pulled up to my condo and just as I got out, another one pulled up and out stepped the lovely Ms. Hilton. She said something to the driver, who looked at me and nodded before getting back in the car and driving away.

Clearly this wasn't going to be just a quick drink. 

"Thanks, Freddy...drive safe." I said as I pulled out a couple of twenties, but Freddy held up his hand, stopping me.

"No need, sir...Mr. Tyler's taken care of everything." he said

"Oh, well then...get yourself something to eat, on me."

"Now that's a tip I can accept." he said with a chuckle as he pocketed the cash "Good night, sir."

Ms. Paris stood in the driveway by my Mercedes SLK convertible.

"Nice wheels." she said as she ran her hand over the trunk.

"It does me rather well." I said as I approached her

Paris embraced me and we kissed.

"Hi, Hollywood...it's been a long time." she said softly with that famous smile of hers.

"Oh, this place is just as I expected." she said as she looked around my condo.

"Thanks, I might be moving soon though."

"Really? Where?"

"Have you heard of a place called Metro West?"

"You're gonna move there?" she said excitedly

"Well, it's not confirmed..."

"Oh, you should! I know all about that place...the developer tried to get me to buy a unit there."

"Why didn't you?"

"There's a house in the hills I've wanted to buy for a long time, and my accountant thinks it'll be going back on the market so if I wait, I'll get a better deal. That doesn't mean you should wait though, what's holding you back anyway?"

"I don't know...I've never done something like this." I said as I popped open a bottle of wine "The arrangement seems pretty good though."

"What kind of arrangement is it?" she asked as I poured her a glass.

"You really want to know?"

"Come on...you're talking to Paris." she said seductively as she leaned in close to me.

We both started to laugh. She knew I was a sucker once she turned on that "Paris voice". 

"OK, Jennifer Aniston is buying a unit there and she wants me to sublet it from her, same price for what I pay here monthly, and she'd give me the option to buy it outright if I wanted to."

That part was true, Jennifer had told me of her intentions a while back but we'd never signed anything confirming her offer. It seemed like she'd be buying it either way, it was just a matter of who'd be living there. To her, this was just an investment.

"And you're hesitating?!" she replied incredulously "For someone with a name like Hollywood Jim, you've got a lot to learn!"

"I never said I was a business whiz."

"You just live on your good looks, right?" she replied with a touch of sarcasm

"Oh, snap!" I said "Just for that, Ms. Paris, I should take you over my knee."

Paris turned around and pulled her dress up, revealing a golden tan and the tiniest of thong panties.

"Go ahead, baby." she said over her shoulder with a giggle and a wiggle of her ass.

Instead of a hard smack, I gave her ass a soft rub. 

"Oooohhh baby...you shouldn't do that." she said in a soft voice.

"Oh, yeah...why not?"

"You know why...you naughty boy!"

"Oh, yeah...why's that?" I said slowly as I continued to rub her ass.

"I might be tempted to do something, you know?"

"Like what?"

"Like this."

Paris turned around and pushed me against the kitchen counter to kiss me passionately. But before I could respond, there was a meowing sound at our feet.

"Who is this?" she said excitedly as she picked up Smokie the cat.

"Smokie, my, uh, roommate as it were."

"What a pretty kitty." she said as she held him close "wow, he's so soft!"

I sheepishly nodded.

"You know, I'm not that surprised you'd have a cat now that I think about it." she said "It's probably the perfect pet for you."

"Well, sometimes I wonder who chose whom."

"I've heard how pets choose who they get close to...they always know...isn't that right Smokie?" she said as she gave Smokie a kiss on his head before giving me an equally soft one on my lips. 

Paris took a closer look at me in the suit, then began taking pictures of me in it with her phone. Even in the low light, her phone seemed to sparkle. No surprise since it was covered with little diamond crystals. 

"Oh, very nice...Gigi does good work...very nice." she said as she softly ran her hands over the silk material "Mmmmm...very soft."

Paris loosened my tie with equally soft moves, then worked her hands inside my shirt.

"You feel so nice, Jim...it's been a long time hasn't it? I really missed you." she said in a near whisper.

As you'd expect, my pants were getting tighter with every touch of her hands. Soon her arms were wrapped around my neck and we kissed deeply.

"Babe...undress me..." she whispered in my ear.

I felt around the back of her dress and the zipper was soon making its way downward. Paris easily moved her slender frame so it slid off her shoulders and dropped to the floor, leaving her topless in front of me. She gently held my hands and stepped back slightly.

"Like what you see?" she asked in that "Paris voice" the world knew.

"Always." was all I could say in reply.

"How 'bout showing me your bedroom, Hollywood?" 

Once we were in my bedroom, my jacket and shirt were soon off and she now started to loosen my belt.

"I missed this so much, babe..." she said in a whispery voice.

Paris slowly pulled my pants and underwear down and smiled at me.

"Just like I remembered it." she giggled before she slid down to her knees and took my dick into her mouth. I soon felt her tongue swirling around its length. My hands softly felt the top of her head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw our reflection in a nearby mirror.

"Hey, we can see ourselves." I said

Paris looked up and smiled at me.

"Remember the first time you said that?"

She was right, as usual, back when we first met I said the same thing when we were at her place.

"H-h-how could I f-f-forget..." I stammered, making her giggle all the more.

I was just trying to hold out as long as possible. Luckily, Paris knew just what to do in these situations.

She slowly stood up and slid her panties down. With her eyes on me all the time, she lay seductively on my bed and spread her legs.

"It's all yours, Hollywood..." she said. She knew I was looking at her perfectly smooth pussy. 

I began to softly kiss my way up her equally smooth leg, her gentle sighs turned to moans, until her pussy was before me.

"Kiss me there...kiss me there..." she sighed.

My lips and tongue touched her pussy lips and she gave the most beautiful of sighs, I must've struck bliss with her. I wanted more though, as I licked around her pussy and I could feel her moistness dripping onto my tongue. 

She was ready.

I plunged my tongue into her and she loudly gasped.

"Oh god! Oh yessss..." I heard.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 68



She tasted so sweet and I could feel her hand on my head.

"Yessss....so good...oh yes sooo good..."

She continued to stroke the top of my head the more I licked her. Her breathing became louder and she was trying to speak between gasps but I knew her climax was imminent. I looked up at her from between her legs, her eyes were closed, mouth open just slightly.

I moved up and kissed her nipples, she was still in a dream-like state. I kissed her neck and her eyes opened.

"Wow...that felt so good, babe." she said softly "I want you, Jim...I want you."

I knew just what she meant.

Paris looked at me and gave me a reassuring nod of her head.

I moved up a little further and my dick slid into her pussy, she inhaled deeply then let out a beautiful sigh as I entered her. 

My arms were soon wrapped around her as we began to fuck. Paris held onto my back and we kissed deeply. I could feel her fingers dig into my back muscles as we kissed.

"Yes, babe...oh my god that's so good..." she softly cried "...baby keep fucking me..."

Being with the "Billionaire Barbie" was always special. 

I kept fucking her at a steady pace, she began to meet my thrusts into her with ones of her own, her eyes were open and she had a look of pure lust in them.

"Hey...do me doggie style..." she said softly.

I slowly pulled out of her and she slowly turned over to show me her cute ass. I got behind her and as I slid into her, she responded with a slow, sexy moan.

"That feels so good..." she said over her shoulder "Hold me."

I reached under and pulled her up so I could kiss her neck, this only intensified her moans, I knew I was close to exploding inside her.

"Fuck me harder...harder..." she gasped

The more I pounded into her, the more she moaned, it was incredible to hear.

"Gonna cum, Paris...gonna cum..."

"Do it! Cum in my pussy...cum inside me! Ohhhhhgodddddd! YES! YES!" she cried out.

We climaxed together and collapsed onto the bed.

I awoke to the soft touch of her fingers in my hair.

"Morning, hon." she whispered "You feel OK?"

I breathed in and looked around. I was home, that's a good sign.

"I'm OK, what about you?"

She smiled.

"I feel wonderful." she said, adding a kiss on my lips.

"We must've slept a long time." I said with a yawn.

"You're lucky it's a Saturday." she replied as she sat up, still naked and still pretty as she reached for her phone.

"Come on, get dressed and I'll buy you breakfast." she said

"OK, deal." I said "I gotta drive you home anyway."

"Will you promise me something?" she said as we arrived at her house.

"Sure, what?"

"Think about that offer Jennifer made. Don't get me wrong, you've got a nice condo...but for all you've done you deserve a classy place."

She had a look on her face unlike what the rest of the world saw, this must be the "private Paris".

"OK...I promise." I replied "How can I say no to the girl who bought me a suit?"

Paris giggled and gave me a soft kiss in return.

"I'll call you soon." 

A week later I was wandering a huge space called Metro West. The heels of my "Beatle boots" made a distinctive sound with every step on the hardwood floor. The space was about the size of a basketball court, the gourmet kitchen was furnished with black granite countertops and appliances in industrial silver. One wall was dominated by a huge 60" Sony TV, stacks of DVD's and vinyl albums framed it, along with books on everything from movies to music to politics to classic photographs. A black leather sofa was prominently placed in front of it along with a classic Eames lounge chair and ottoman. The audio system was also top of the line with prominent gear from Bose and McIntosh. Next to it was a Marshall "stack" amplifier set and a dark red Gibson SG guitar for good measure. Behind the sofa was a long table with a top of the line laptop computer. A much larger, and equally top line, computer system was on an giant antique oak desk with a large leather desk chair. On the far end of this open space (there were no walls dividing rooms) was a huge king size bed, also in shades of oak. On the walls were antique posters for concerts, a neon sign for Corona beer, and tin signs for motorcycles and gas stations. Huge floor to ceiling windows looked out on the streets of Los Angeles as well as the large deck that came with a redwood hot tub.

"So, whatcha think of your new digs, Hot Shot?" I heard behind me.

I turned to see Jennifer Aniston leaning against a wall.

"I don't know...still not sure it's home." I said as I continued to look around.

"I still think it's perfect for you." she said as she embraced me.

"Well, I guess there's one final way to tell if it's home."

"What's that?"

I went over to the pet carrier and opened the little door. Smokie the cat walked out and started to slowly look around apprehensively. Then he wandered over to the windows and looked out before hopping up for a better view on the low shelves that partially ran the length of the room and held several coffee-table size books. He turned to us and meowed.

"OK, that settles it. I'm now a tenant of Metro West."



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 69



Author's note; Thanks again for your patience! This story is a semi-sequel to "Just a Small Town Girl".




Living as I did deep in the bosom of la-la land, the perception is that one parties all night when they're not enjoying the glitter by day. 

Far from it!

Beneath the glitter is the every day world that people like me live in. You know, the world where your trip to the grocery store to please your cat, or your stomach, is the big event of the week. 

Now granted, I'd recently moved away from that, to a new humble abode called Metro West, but I did have some memories of that time that would stay with me forever. There were more than a few times when I wasn't Hollywood Jim, but everyday, normal geeky, Jim. 

And on one particular night that's where I was, coupons in hand, large canvas bag over the shoulder. Looking not like Hollywood Jim, but your average, every day, eco-friendly consumer who does his shopping late at night.

With that done, I heaved all the bags from the car into my condo, trying not to step on Smokie the cat in the process.

"I do it all for you..." I mumbled to the cat as he stared at me from his favorite chair.

Though it was late I wasn't eager to go to bed just yet, plus I was hungry. A quick call to a pizza place that delivered late and my dinner was on its way. Sure it'll probably incur a longer than normal stretch at the gym, but like I said, I was hungry! And I figured there must be something buried on my DVR that would slow me down while I ate. There's gotta be an old movie on there somewhere.

And there was, wish I could remember the title though because just after I settled in and the opening credits rolled, I fell asleep.

When I awoke suddenly and looked at my watch, I realized my pizza hadn't arrived yet.

"So much for speedy delivery." I mumbled to myself

Outside I heard the rumble of a car, this somehow got Smokie's attention and he was on the windowsill looking outside.

"What's out there, Kitty?" I said

(OK, so I talk to my cat, is that a problem?)

Looking outside I could just make out the form of a pickup truck as it parked just beyond my driveway near a streetlamp. But it's color or make I wasn't sure of. Then I saw headlamps disappear into the body of a car nearby, might be an old Corvette. A tiny light went on inside as a door opened but couldn't tell if the driver was male or female.

I dismissed it and returned to my easy chair to get the phone, but Smokie was still fascinated.

Meanwhile I was trying to figure out if I should restart the movie or scrap it for another night and go to bed.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Pizza Guy..." said a low voice, with a trace of the south in it.

"Well, it's about time..." I said as I opened the door.

"Hollywood!" a female voice said joyously as she nearly knocked me to the floor.

Laura Austin was making her usual low-key entrance. Only the somewhat demure navy blue skirt and matching blazer held back the body within. 

I've had several encounters with Laura lately, never planned, always unique. 

Ostensibly she worked for Gary Mackas at VCX Productions, doing god knows what. I knew that she really worked for a mysterious employer known only as "Elizabeth" and her work was for a price. A very high price from what I gathered. It had enabled her to mingle with and provide "companionship" to the rich, the famous and the powerful. With me though, she'd found somebody she could hang out with and be herself. She seemed to like my personality, my naivete', and most importantly my sense of discretion. That last part had saved both our reputations more than once.

In a roundabout way she also saved my life.

"You don't look like the usual pizza guy, you know." I said.

"Pizza, right...you mean this one?" she said as she produced the house special I'd ordered.

"That's the one...how'd you know?" 

"I saw his truck by your driveway and put 2 and 2 together." 

"I can only wonder what you gave him for a tip." I said as I bit into a slice.

"Very clever, Mister Hollywood." she said as she took one for herself "This stuff's for amateurs. One of these days I gotta take you to a real pizzeria."

"Oh, and where would that be?" I said as I got a beer for both of us.

"Maybe here..." she said as I turned around and saw she'd pulled her skirt up to reveal an absence of underwear and a beautifully smooth pussy.

"Oh, NOW I see what you gave him for a tip." 

"Very clever, Mister Hollywood." she said in that sexy Texas drawl of hers before grabbing me in an embrace and rubbing my crotch 

"How 'bout showing me your... Cannelloni?" 

"Mama Mia, my cannelloni?"

She nodded.

"I showed you my...stuffed calzone." she added.

"True..."

"So...?"

"I guess it's only fair..."

Laura began to slowly pull the zipper on my jeans down, and I felt her exquisitely soft hand go inside my underwear.

"Mmmmmm baby...oh yessss...." she softly moaned as she found my dick and pulled it out from my pants. It grew more and more erect the longer she held it in her hand and kissed me deeply.

My hand now moved up under her skirt, she instantly breathed in sharply as my fingers touched her pussy. A finger inside her pussy made her breathe slowly and erotically. Her eyes were closed and mouth open just slightly, I kept my eyes on her and when she opened them, she smiled, then licked her lips very seductively, with just enough leer to make it sexy. 

"That feels good, babe..." she purred "...how 'bout what I'm doing?"

"Nice....real nice...." 

My dick was fully out now and she gave a satisfied "oooh" when she saw it fully. She gripped it and began slowly stroking it. My hand continued to softly rub her pussy, occasionally letting a finger penetrate her, the more I did this, the wetter she got. 

"Uhhhh...so nice..." she moaned

I touched my finger to her lips and she licked them in the same seductive way she did before.

"Mmmmm...nice!" she giggled.

My hands now moved up to her beautiful tits, covered by a simple white silk blouse. She instinctively let her blazer fall to the floor and my hands were caressing her beautifully full tits. Almost the instant my hand touched her nipples, I could feel they were diamond hard.

"My, my...someone forget to put a bra on today..." I said

"I did, but the pizza guy took it as a tip..." she giggled in response.

"Lucky guy." I said

"Oh, you're the lucky guy, Hollywood." she said softly "...don't you know that?"

I could only smile at my good fortune as I began to unbutton her blouse.

"Let me help you, babe."

With that, she ripped it open, exposing those beauties to me. I never got tired of her tits!

"Go for it, hon..." she said with a generous dash of naughtiness in her voice.

I spun her around and lifted her diminutive body up onto the kitchen counter. 

Her tits felt so soft as I caressed them, teasing the nipples with my fingers, then making them even harder once I licked and sucked on them. Laura's breathing grew heavier the more I pleasured her. She finally pulled me up and we kissed deeply.

"I can't wait any longer, babe..." she said "Let's go to the bedroom."

I nodded and she led the way, shedding her blouse and skirt as we went up the stairs. She had such a cute ass!

By the time we fell onto my bed, we were both naked, our hands eagerly went for each others' bodies. I was on top of Laura, licking and sucking her tits, to her growing delight.

"Oh babe...oh yeah!" she said excitedly as my tongue went all around her tits. Then I began to kiss down to her flat belly, teasing her around her belly button, making her giggle, until I got to her pussy. It was just as I remembered it, beautifully smooth and beautifully wet!

"Ohhhhhhhyesssssss...." she moaned as I licked around her pussy lips, she tasted just as I remembered. Then she let out an erotic gasp as my tongue penetrated her pussy and swirled around inside her.

"Oh god...oh my fucking GOD!" she cried out.

I looked up at her from between her legs, and licked my lips as she did before, probably not as erotically as she did, but she got the point and gave me a satisfied smile once she caught her breath and slowly sat up.

"You're too good, babe...it's my turn now." she purred as she had me lay back on the bed.

"Mmmmm...I've been waiting for this." she giggled as she held my dick in its straight up, fully erect glory.

It quickly disappeared into her mouth as she took it all the way down. Now I was the one breathing heavily as her mouth slid up and down my dick, and her tongue elegantly licked about the head.

"Like that, babe?" 

I was feeling too good to respond! All I heard was her giggle, then I felt more of her wet lips and tongue on my dick.

Damn, this felt good!

I don't know if it was her surprising me or her oral abilities (probably both) but I felt an explosion building inside.

"Laura baby...oh god gonna cum...!"

"Cum on my boobies, Jim! Cum on my boobs!" she said eagerly.

I groaned and my cum shot onto her tits.

"Oh yeah baby!" Laura yelled "Wow!"

I was now gasping as she had jerked every last bit out of me. I looked down and saw her tits with a nice glaze of my cum on them, which she was lightly swirling around with her fingers before touching them to her lips.

"Nice!" she said happily as she slowly crawled up and kissed me on the cheek "That was fun!"

Her reaction was reassuring to me.

"I wasn't sure if that was-"

"Don't worry about it, hon...I know there's always more where that came from."

"Okay." I said after a deep breath.

"Why don't you clean me up?"

"Sure, okay."

I wonder what she had in mind as she led me into the bathroom?

"Turn the shower on, we can clean up a little." she said as she tied her thick brunette hair up.

I did as she directed and we stepped in, letting the hot water cascade all over our bodies.

Laura took the liquid soap and quickly got a good lather going, she raised the shower buff to her face and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmmm, this is good stuff. When did you become a connoisseur of soap?"

"Uh, when the coupons were good?" I said sheepishly as she slowly washed my body.

"That's so like you!" she laughed "You're such a guy, Jim!"

"I guess it would be hard to be anyone else." I replied

"Turn around." 

Laura began to slowly rub her body against my back, I knew it was her tits that were working their magic.

"Mmmm...you've got nice ass, hon." she said as she held me from behind "This always works for me." 

"Me too."

"Let's see...turn around."

I did and my dick was slowly coming to life again, which made her smile.

"Like I said...always works for me."

Laura handed me the shower buff.

"Your turn."

Her eyes closed and she began to sway back and forth the more I worked the soapy lather all over her body.

"Feel good?" I asked as I kissed her.

"Soooo good..." she smiled as she turned around.

I soaped up her ass and she gave me a beautiful sigh as my hands moved up and grasped her tits from behind.

"So good...feel my ass, hon."

I made soft circles around each cheek.

"Mmmmm...yessss...that's it babe." she moaned "Someday I'll let you fuck me in the ass. Only special guys get to do that."

"Really? Special guys?"

"Uh-huh...special girls too."

That provoked several images in my mind.

"Special girls? That must be something to see."

She looked over her shoulder.

"Oh, it is..." she giggled.

She turned around to face me again and held my dick.

"I think we're clean enough now."

"Time to get dirty?"

"What do you think?"

"I think I should turn the water off, you've never seen my water bill."

Laura let out that distinctive laugh I heard whenever a witticism of mine hit its target. 

Laura and I dried each other off, then she led me back into the bedroom and lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide.

"Come on, Hollywood..." she said in a sultry voice.

I got on top of her and my dick slid effortlessly into her pussy, it felt super warm and super wet. "Ahhhhhhhh...so good...oh so good!" she said happily as I started to fuck her. Her arms were wrapped around me, and mine around her as I pumped into her pussy. I sat up a little so I could see her tits move back and forth. Laura knew how I loved this and eagerly held them, sometimes trying to lick them herself. Now she sat up and I lay back. 

"Oh yeah, baby!" she yelled "God! Fuck me!"

Laura eagerly bounced up and down on my dick, her tits bouncing freely now when she wasn't reaching between her legs to furiously rub her pussy, making her moan even more. She leaned back and erotically moaned.

"AHHHHHHHHHHYEAAAAAAH!" she moaned "Oh god...I'm cumming...oh god oh god...oh god...YES!

Once that wave subsided she leaned forward and we deeply kissed.

I surprised her by pushing her back onto the bed, pulling my dick out of her pussy and practically folding her in half. The big surprise was for her as my tongue dove into her pussy again, making her scream out in pleasure. She tasted even better the second time!

"You naughty boy!" she giggled once she regained her composure. 

"Am I?"

"Yes you are!" she laughed as she kissed me before whispering in my ear "Baby, I'm still horny...how 'bout you?"

"Always."

"Good...take some pictures of me."

"What?"

"Take some pictures of me...I wanna be your centerfold girl."

I didn't have to think long.

"OK...uh, lemme get the camera."

"No, just use your phone...this is for fun."

Once again, she had the right idea. I'd just downloaded a new photo app and had been playing around with it, this would be a good, albeit unusual, test of it.

"Okay, honey...let's have some fun." I said somewhat apprehensively.

"Oh, I'm ready!" she said excitedly.

Laura began to softly rub her big tits, tweaking the nipples.

(Click!)

Her face had a look of sensuality as she did this.

"Baby...love how you fuck me..." she said slowly and erotically.

(Click)

As she slowly lay back, her hands moved slowly down to her pussy, then a middle finger softly moved around her lips before sliding inside, I zoomed in on her pussy and her fingers as they moved in and out.

(Click-Click-Click)

Laura's face had a look of extreme ecstasy.

(Click-Click)

"So good...mmmmmyessss...."

(Click-Click)

She looked up at me an sensuously licked her lips.

(Click-Click)

I could wait no more.

I changed the setting to "video" and placed the phone on a shelf behind me, hoping the angle I had it pointed would work. Laura watched, then smiled as I joined her on the bed.

"Wanna be a porn star, babe?" I asked her

"You bet!" she giggled as we kissed.

I got behind her and felt up her beautiful tits while kissing her neck, making her moan even more, she probably exaggerated her reactions for the camera, I didn't care. She turned back to face me.

"Let me suck your dick, hon." she said softly.

We changed places and Laura's head went into my lap, it looked like she was making sure she looked at the camera while she sucked me. Finally, she looked up at me.

"How am I doing, Hollywood?" she slowly said in a sexy voice

"You're gonna be a star, babe..." I said like the bad actor I was trying to be

"I've always wanted to be a star." she said, making to sure to look at the camera.

"I must admit...you filmed this pretty good, Jim." Laura said as we watched the video on my laptop "Oh! Here comes my favorite part!"

Laura climbed onto my dick gain, this time facing the camera and leaned back so I could feel her tits and talk dirty into her ear. 

"Like how I'm fucking you babe? Fucking and feeling your big tits?"

"Yessss....oh keep doing that...feel my big boobs..."

"Like riding your cowboy?"

"Oh yeah...riding my cowboy's dick...riding his...big...fuckin'...dick!"

Her moans and gasps were even louder this time. It looked pretty hot seeing my dick go in and out of her perfectly smooth pussy.

"Gonna cum babe..." I gasped

We both screamed as I exploded inside her. Laura let out several loud yells as her body relaxed and slid off me. She made her way down to lick my dick.

"THAT'S why he's called Hollywood Jim." she said sensuously as she looked into the camera.

We both laughed at that shot as we watched it.

"This is so cheesy!" I laughed.

"I know! I love it!" she laughed.

We were sitting in what I considered my office, the condo's spare bedroom drinking wine and watching our homemade porn film.

"Next time we should have a script." I said.

"I'll do my hair better too."

"Gotta get a makeup artist too!"

"Yeah, you can only do so much on a buck ninety-eight budget, huh?" 

I gave her an amused look.

"When did you get so witty?" I asked

"Hang around with a guy named Hollywood, you learn things." she said adding a kiss on my cheek.

"You want a copy of this?" I asked as I hunted around for a flash drive.

"Sure, something for my archives." she said casually as she started to check her own phone.

"Just out of curiosity, what brings you back to town? I think you sent me a photo of you on a beach somewhere."

Some time back I received a camera phone photo of her on a "clothing-optional" beach somewhere, probably with the message "wish you were here" included now that I thought about it.

"Oh..." she said as she sipped her drink "I was overseas with a client."

"Um, anyone I might know?" I knew asking was futile with her, but you never know!

"Nah, just some big shot with a private jet and business overseas. Nine times out of 10 it's guys you'd never know anyway." she casually replied.

"True...but it never hurts to ask." I said before adding "I know guys with private jets too."

"And you've ridden in a few too, right?"

"Yes, but to be honest...it feels weird."

Laura's face seemed to suggest she agreed with me.

"You're right, you seem more like a guy who'd prefer to drive himself places."

"Yeah, it's how I got out here to begin with."

"Probably meeting strange women along the way, right?"

I thought for a minute, she was right. There was one I met when I was on the way out here. Seems like a million years and miles ago.

"Well...there was an overnight stopover I made in Vegas..."

Suddenly Laura's eyes widened like I'd never seen before.

"Wait a minute! Vegas?" 

"Yeah, little town in Nevada, perhaps you've heard of it?" 

"That's not what I meant, when was your overnight stop?" she asked quizzically.

"Geez, couple of years ago...it was when I first arrived here, what are you getting at?"

Laura had been listening intently before looking like she was about to choose her words carefully.

"OK, this is so crazy..." she began, looking like she knew what she was about to say was strange "But I was working there at the time..."

"...Before you hit the big time here?"

She cocked her head as if to say "oh come on!"

"Not THAT kind of work, this was when I was on my way out here, remember I came from Texas, you know."

"Everybody out here usually comes from somewhere else."

"Right...anyway, at one point my boyfriend needed to get his van fixed and he had this idea for me to enter an amateur night stripper contest in Vegas."

Whoa! The younger version of Laura Austin, oh, the vision that provoked!

"So...I entered the contest."

"Just like that?"

"Hell, yeah! I'm proud of my body!"

"OK, go on..."

"I didn't win, only came in second place."

"Shocking."

"But the manager liked me and offered me a job there waiting tables and dancing if I wanted to."

"Go on."

"You can guess I wasn't waiting tables long."

"The thought did occur to me."

"So, I stayed on and danced."

"OK, not to be rude, but where does this amazement over my overnight stay in Vegas come in?"

"Oh, I'm getting to that." she said with a sneaky smile before taking a sip of her drink "Back then, we always did private dances and I remember a guy telling me he was from Connecticut and how he was going out to Hollywood."




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 69



"I'm not the first guy to make the trek to La-La-Land, you know." I said with my back to her as I started to refill my drink.

"True...but you're the only guy I've ever met with 'Hollywood or bust' written on the back of his Honda." she said behind me.

The words sent a thunderbolt through me.

"How do you know about that?" I slowly asked.

"Look on your wall." she said confidently as she pointed to a framed photo.

Sure enough, what she was implying all came together as I looked at the photo. It had been taken by my late business partner Chris Foster when I first arrived in Los Angeles. Just before I'd left home, Chris had the idea of writing 'Hollywood or Bust' on the trunklid just above the license plate, adding in a pair of huge tits in the middle of the word "bust". The photo was his twisted way of acknowledging I'd made it. And I still had it, I'd largely forgotten it, and was now reminded of it in the most unlikely way.

"I recall giving a private dance to a naïve kid in the club and then meeting up with him in the parking lot later on." she said with an increasing smile.

I was too stunned to reply. This was all just too weird!

"Anyway, I noticed the writing on your car and you told me all about where you were going, turns out I was going the same way...just not that night."

"I wonder why I didn't offer you a ride?"

"You did! But, uh, I had to decline." she said.

"Why was that?"

"I loved Vegas, still do." she continued "I left when the club closed down, but man I had fun. I still keep in touch with the girls there."

"So when I first met you in Jeff's office that day you knew it was me?"

"Oh no! I don't have THAT good a memory!" she laughed.

She was referring to the day in Jeff Murphy's office at Artists Unlimited when she was accompanied by Gary Mackas, the head of VCX Productions. Gary introduced her as the company's new starlet du jour. 

"It was that photo that jogged my memory. Some thing's stick with you, they just need a kick to be remembered."

"That's so weird..." I said, my voice trailing off.

"Why?"

"Well, it was a photo that brought down Senator Geary, remember? And now this..."

As I stared at the photo, Laura stood close to me.

"What goes around, comes around, Hollywood...but in your case it's in a good way." 

"You might be right."

"Of course I am! It's why you're Hollywood Jim!" she laughed, adding a peck on my cheek for good measure. 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 70



The invitation was hand-delivered to me, and written in raised gold-leaf printing.

"Mr. Robert Welles requests your presence at a party commemorating his years in entertainment." I read out loud as Jeff Murphy idly read a magazine nearby.

"Welles...Welles...where do I know that name? Is this the guy that-" 

"Yes, it's THAT Welles." Jeff Murphy said without looking up.

"The same guy who produced those old films?"

"That's the guy."

"I don't get it, why am I being invited?"

Jeff looked at me with exasperation in his face.

"Why do you always put yourself down? This is a big invite that even Chuck didn't get!"

"I know but..."

"But nothing! Go to the party!" he said "Do you know how many people get an invite to his place? Jesus, Jim I'll never figure you out!"

With that, Jeff walked out of my office, probably yelling all the way down the hall.



I could tell he was jealous, but he was probably right.

But what some would call insecurity, I'd call disbelief. I knew Mr. Welles from his books and his career in films was legendary, I'll say that. He produced several classic films, ran Hollywood Pictures for many years and was really seen as a classic Hollywood mogul. Even my director friend John McDonald, who never failed to scare the hell out of me at some point, was intimidated by him. But I still wondered why someone like me was being invited to a party at his place and not the higher-up at Artists Unlimited, people like my boss Chuck Tyler. And/or his second in command Jeff Murphy. 

Only one way to find out. 

Deep in Beverly Hills was a house called Woodland. It was Mr. Welles' pride and joy and would be the site of this party I'd been invited to. 

The home wasn't garish or high-tech, it was old time Hollywood glamor, with large double doors, lush greenery outside and antiquities inside. But for what seemed like a huge event, the guest list seemed was either very small or I was an early arrival. I parked my Mercedes SLK convertible and was immediately drawn, not to the house but to another car that had arrived before me, a bright yellow Lamborghini.

"Mercy...mercy me!" I said to myself as I looked over its sleek lines that seemed other-worldly. In all the time I'd been in Hollywood I didn't ever recall seeing one of these on the roads, only in the pages of car magazines. I crouched down to look closely at the gleaming logo on the nose and I could see my reflection in it. I had to get a photo of this.

"Pretty nice wheels, huh?" I heard a female voice say, making me look up from adjusting the camera app on my phone.

"Very nice...I've never seen one of these." I said as I stood up.

"Yeah, I never had either...it was an impulse buy." she said "Still can't believe I own it."

"It does seem like some kind of dream mobile."

"Hi...Jenny McCarthy." she said as she extended an elegant hand.

The mystery woman was revealed to be Jenny McCarthy. She had the blondest hair I'd ever seen, it looked like it had been hand painted in gold. And she wore a beautifully simple and sexy red silk dress.

"I'm Jim." I somehow said.

"Jenny and Jim. Hey, that's got a nice rhyme to it."

"It's all in the 'J's I guess."

"Oh, yee-ah!" she replied with that wiseguy (or girl) tone of hers "So why are you here? Friend of Mr. Welles?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I've never met him."

"Same here. Let's go in and find out."

She impulsively took my hand and we went inside the elegant house where we were met by a well-dressed English butler who directed us to the pool out back. 

"Holy shit!" Jenny said to me "The only other pool I've seen like this was at the Playboy mansion."

"You said it..." I replied.

At first glance it seemed a little ordinary, an egg-shaped pool. But the elegant fountains and the greenery that surrounded it were unlike any I'd ever seen. It was simple elegance personified.

"The guest list must've been pretty small." I said as I looked around.

"Yeah, where do you suppose we could get a drink?" she asked

"Over there looks promising." 

I pointed to a small bar that actually had a few people around it.

"Ah, signs of life." she said

Jenny and I got glasses of wine and she began chatting with a couple who seemed to know her. But their conversation somehow bored me and my eyes drifted back to the house and then to a smaller building near the tennis courts. Several more people began arriving and Jenny recognized them too.

"I wonder if Mr. Welles would mind an explorer like me?" I thought to myself.

The party sounds drifted behind me as I cautiously began walking the grounds. The small building was unlocked and I quietly stepped inside. It turned out to be a screening room with aged leather chairs and framed posters for films Welles either directed or produced, all classics. I might have the nickname of "Hollywood Jim" but what I was staring at was real Hollywood history. Perhaps that accounted for the reverential silence I had as I looked at all the photos and posters on the walls. On a shelf, behind glass that was probably bulletproof, was a glittering gold statue.

"No way..." I mumbled as I looked closer.

It looked like an Academy Award. 

Then I saw the inscription;

"Awarded to Robert Welles for best performance by a Cocksman in a leading role"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenny making her way to the screening room door.

"Hey, I wondered where you went. I never got to talk to you, you just disappeared."

"Oh, just looking around...curiosity, you know." I said

"Yeah, this place is something...whoa is that an Oscar?" she said excitedly.

"A slightly twisted Oscar if you ask me."

Jenny looked closely at the inscription, then put her hand to her mouth and laughed.

"That is be-yond twisted!" she laughed.

"Demented, maybe?"

"Yes, that's it!" she laughed.

"I think he must have very interesting friends too."

"I found out Hef's one of them."

"Really?"

"Yeah, they had some fun times together at the mansion."

"Maybe he gave him that award."

"It would be the kind of joke he'd do."

"Um, if you don't mind my asking...uh..."

"What's Hef like?" Jenny replied, it seemed like she'd been asked that question many times before.

I sheepishly nodded.

"He's a good guy, he never forgets his friends."

"Sounds about right, I almost met him once."

"Almost met him? What happened?"

"It's a long story, but I helped out a friend of his and he thanked me over the phone" I referred to the time I helped out Bridget Marquandt of "Girls Next Door" fame when her car broke down in the midst of a rainstorm and word got back to Hef "He sorta gave me an invite to the mansion but I never knew if it was serious or not."

"Ah, I see...he probably meant it."

All the time we'd been talking, Jenny had been looking at me and idly twirling a lock of her hair.

"What do you do, anyway?" she finally asked "I've been talking to you all this time and never asked."

"Oh, I work for Artists Unlimited." I said as I fished out a business card and gave it to her.

"Special Photographic Projects Director, huh?" she read.

"A fancy way of saying staff photographer."

We both laughed at that one.

"I like that." she said

Just then her phone buzzed, she quickly took a few steps outside to answer it. She looked at me and flashed that electric smile of hers at me.

"Hey, I've gotta take off." she said "I promised my son I'd take him to Disneyland tomorrow so I need to make it an early night."

"That's cool, I've never been there."

"Oh, you should go. At least once to say you've been there."

"I'll add it to my bucket list, then."

"Well it was good to meet you Jim...I'm gonna hold onto this." she said as she held my business card "you know, in case I need my picture taken."

"I'll be glad to do it."

"You'll be glad you did, bye babe." she said as she quickly walked back up the great lawn. 

I felt it was time I left too, I never did meet this mysterious "Mr. Welles". Maybe I can bluff my way out of any questions I get about this evening. At least I met someone with perhaps as many stories as Mr. Welles.

Two weeks later, I was flying to New York, accompanying Tigress to an appearance on "The View" in conjunction with announcing their world tour which would start at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. Usually it wasn't necessary for me to go, but they liked having me along, they always got good photos, so a day or two away from the office was nice.

That morning I rode with "the girls" to ABC's New York studio and we were ushered down a long hallway and past what seemed to be offices for each of the hosts. Whoopi Goldberg immediately came out of the makeup room and was eagerly chatting up the girls, so photos were a must here. 

"Get a shot, 'Hollywood'!" one of them giggled.

"Hollywood? What kind of name is THAT?" Whoopi asked quizzically.

"Don't ask!" another laughed

All I could do was shrug my shoulders and click the camera. Sherri Shepard soon appeared which led to another round of laughs and "why do they call him "Hollywood?" jokes. 

An announcement that echoed through the hall was soon heard by all;

"5 minutes to air everyone! 5 minutes to air!" 

Everybody scattered to their "positions" as it were. I checked my gear and looked for the green room, just as I turned a corner I collided with 3 other people, one of whom suddenly recognized me.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" one of them happily asked.

It was Jenny.

"My job, I said I was with Artists Unlimited."

"Oh, cool! It's good to see you again."

Her assistant cleared her throat as if to imply something important.

"I think we're running late, Jenny." she said diplomatically.

"Right, will you be able to stick around?" Jenny said as we began walking.

"Yeah, I'm here with Tigress."

"Great! See you later, then." she said as she headed for the stage entrance.

The stage doors closed, a red light began blinking and the audience was heard as the ladies of The View came out. Candy and Mandy from Tigress were guest co-hosts today so my photo taking would be fairly limited. An assistant showed me to an area where press people or special guests were usually seated and, lucky me, I was by the show's producer who was often the brunt of jokes from the show's cast. But I was also close to Jenny who gave me several happy glances during the show until Sherri finally noticed.

"Girl, who are you looking at?" she asked while they were still on the air.

"Oh, the guy over there, he's with Candy and Sandy." she replied as she pointed me out.

"We know him very well!" Candy said laughing "He takes all our photos."

"Stand up, then!" Sherri said

The cameras had found me and I had no choice but to acknowledge them.

"That's Jim, he always makes us look good." Sandy said, knowing how shy I could sometimes be. So I humored them and gave an elegant wave to the camera and the audience who got a good laugh.

"I wonder if Mom's watching at home?" I said clear enough to be heard.

This made everyone laugh heartily.

The rest of the show went smoothly enough and I was set to head back home, but the girls wanted me to get some more shots backstage. 

"Why not?" I said

Candy and Sandy posed with crew members backstage. Then the show's hosts wanted extra shots too.

"You never told me why he's called "Hollywood"." Sherri said to them.

"I can guess why." Jenny replied

"Oh, yeah?"

"'Cause he's a star, that's why, he works with them so he must be one." she said with a big smile and wink towards me.

She did have a point there.

"You would say that!" Sherri laughed

Once our photos were done, everybody began to leave but Jenny stayed behind.

"Hey, could I see that last shot you took?" she asked

"Sure...I wouldn't worry though, you always look great."

"Oh, yeah? Even with glasses on?" Jenny said as she looked at the shots I'd taken throughout the show.

"Uh...yes, of course."

Jenny gave me that smile of hers again.

"Good answer. How long will you be in town, anyway?"

"I was planning to fly out this afternoon..." I said, then realized the tone in her voice might be implying something else "...but that can be changed."

"Good...um, feel like going for coffee?"

"Only if I buy the first round."

Her eyes widened, as if surprised.

"Another good answer...and yes, you may." 

Jenny soon reappeared in a stylish black wool coat that only highlighted her golden blonde hair even more. I'm sure if anyone saw her with the geeky guy in a New York Giants varsity jacket they'd think she had a stalker, but being in New York I fit right in as we got into a limo and drove away.

"So where are we going?" I asked

"Little place in the Village, they have awesome stuff there." she said in that giddy voice of hers.

She was right, it was a very anonymous place we arrived at that had its entire menu written in multicolored chalk on a giant blackboard. Jenny quickly ordered a strong blend for both of us.

"It's one of my few indulgences." she said as we split a huge blueberry muffin.

"I can see why these would be so tempting."

"So, Mister Hollywood..." she started as she looked down and slowly stirred her coffee before leaning in close to me, her chin resting on her hand and that sexy inquisitive look on her face "How did you got that name?" 

I had to take a deep breath before answering, she knew how effective that "look" of hers was. 

"W-well...kind of a long story..."

"I've got time." she quickly answered

"OK...back where I grew up..."

"Where was that?"

"Connecticut."

"OK, go on...I won't interrupt you."

"...I had a friend I used to hang out with all the time...and I was always into movies...so after awhile he started to call me..."

"Hollywood Jim...I see..."

"Y-yes, that's how I got the name."

We were both looking at each other in silence.

"I like that...good story."

"No matter how many times I've told that story I always get flustered telling it."

"Why?"

"I don't know...just seems weird that's all."

"I don't think it's weird."

"OK, that's good to know."

Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message. It was from Jeff Murphy, one of my bosses at Artists Unlimited, he wanted to know how things went with Tigress.

"Important message?"

"No, uh, just work, They want to know how the appearance went, when I'll be back."

"When do you have to be back there?"

"I was planning to grab an afternoon flight."

"Do you have to?" Jenny asked with a slightly naughty look on her face. 

"No...not necessarily."

"Then...maybe you'd like to see my loft?" she said while stirring her coffee.

"That might be nice...I've never seen a New York loft before." 

"You can scratch something off your bucket list too." she said before looking up at me and winking. 

"Let me do one last bit of business." 

I quickly wrote a text to Jeff telling him the appearance went fine and I'd call him when I got home.

"Let's go see your humble abode." I said with a smile to Jenny.

"Well, alright!" she replied happily as she grabbed her coat. 

A quick cab ride and we arrived at what looked like a rehabilitated factory building.

"This is it?" I said as we got out of the cab.

"Uh-huh, brand new development. Like it?"

"Yeah...kinda funky."

"You'll love the inside." Jenny said as we got on the elevator.

Jenny unlocked the door and gently grasped my hand as she led me inside while looking over her shoulder at me. Then she pulled me in close to kiss her. Jenny's lips felt very sweet for some reason.

"Hi." she said softly

"And hello to you, too." I replied as I kissed her again. 

"I wanted to do that in the cab...but I was too nervous."

"I would be too."

Jenny's loft was a beautiful mix of cool furniture and her trademark goofiness. The only evidence of her Playboy days seemed to be a framed cover of the issue when she was named Playmate of the Year. 

"So, what does Hollywood Jim think of the place?" she said as she slipped off her coat and tossed it over a sofa.

"It's you."

"Oh, yeah? What's your place like?"

"Kinda like this...is that Evan?" I said as I looked at a photo of her with her son.

"Yep, he's in school now...he'll be home later."

"Oh, uh, then I won't stay too long." 

"No, no..." she said quickly "It's OK, he's got a friend nearby, he'll be OK."

Jenny and I kissed again, deeply this time. 

"Besides...Mommy's horny." she said.

Jenny began to slowly rub her body against mine, giving me that "Jenny look" she always had in photos. The one that was goofy and sexy all at the same time. I could feel a hard-on building inside me and I wanted her in the worst way. Every Playmate image I remembered of her was rushing through my mind. And seeing the sexy lady she'd become was even more of a turn-on. 

And it was right in front of me!

Go for it, "Hollywood"!

I reached for those beautiful tits of hers and she immediately breathed in sharply.

"Oh yeah, babe...everybody loves my boobs." she giggled

"Yes, but...you have gorgeous hair..." I said as I stroked her blonde locks.

"...and pretty eyes too." I said as I slowly removed her librarian glasses and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"Ooooo...you wanna go in my bedroom?" she whispered

"Or we could...do it here?" I said

Jenny's eyes lit up.

"Oh, kinky!" she giggled

My hands reached around to her ass and caressed it. Then they slipped under her skirt and felt it even more.

"You've got a nice ass." 

Jenny's face showed how much she loved what I was I doing.

"I think you've got something nice too." she said as her hand cupped the crotch of my pants "Very nice."

Jenny caressed the crotch of my pants and my hardness grew more and more.

"Yeah...really nice..." she said in a softer voice.

This blonde beauty was giving me an experience I'd only dreamed of before.

I leaned in and kissed her again.

"That's nice." she said "Would you like to...take your clothes off?"

"I would..."

"I would too..." she said in the same soft voice.

Jenny stepped back a little and slowly pulled her black sweater up and off. As I unbuttoned my flannel shirt, I could see Jenny's satin bra. She casually removed it, exposing those beautiful tits of hers.

"W-wow..." I croaked out

Jenny giggled a little, she knew I liked what I saw. She was standing in front of me wearing only a cute pair of bikini panties, she could definitely see my hard-on through my underwear.

"Um, c-can I do that?" she asked

"Do what?"

She got close to me again and our bodies touched.

"Take your underwear off? I like doing that."

"Oh...y-you can do wh-whatever you want."

Jenny smiled back at me.

"You'll be fine, hon." she said softly "I like you."

Jenny's hands slowly slid down my shoulders and chest until they were on the waistband of my underwear. Thankfully, she didn't choose to simply yank them off, but slowly slide them down until my dick popped out, very straight and very hard. Jenny looked down and I could tell she was impressed.

"Oh...it's beautiful." she whispered as she kissed my cheek and her hand gently grasped it.

"S-so are you." I said

"Aw, Thank you." she said with a bashful look before it became a very sexy look "Let me make you feel good." 

Jenny slowly knelt down and held my dick, lightly touching it with her tongue and then licking all around the shaft before getting to the head and swirling her tongue around that. I was breathing sharply and trying not to look down but I couldn't help myself. When I did, I only saw a mass of blonde hair and felt her lips and tongue as they enveloped my dick.

"Ohhhh...Jenny..." was all I could say.

Jenny casually tossed her hair back and looked up at me

"Like that, huh?"

I could only nod my head.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 70



Jenny's tongue swirled around my balls and her soft hand held my dick. 

Oh, what a feeling!

Finally, Jenny stood and lightly kissed my cheek.

"Think you can do the same to me?" she said with the sly smile she was famous for.

"I'll sure try..."

"Then I'm all yours, babe." she giggled

"Um, let's move over to the couch."

Jenny eagerly sat on the large leather sofa and provocatively struck a pose for me.

"Wish you had your camera now?"

"I already do" I said as I began to kiss her "It's in my eyes."

Jenny let out a slow sigh as I kissed her neck, then moved down to her tits and eagerly sucked her nipples. I could feel her hand caress my head as I did this. The further down I went, the more I could feel the heat from her pussy. I could see a tiny wet spot on her satin panties. I looked up at her and she was smiling, I reached for the waistband and slowly pulled it down. Jenny stretched her legs upward as they were removed, then slowly opened her legs to me. Her pussy was beautifully smooth, just a small patch of dark hair on top.

Even in the slowly dimming light outside it seemed like her pussy was glistening. I began to lightly kiss around the top, then more so as I got closer to her pussy lips. Jenny was starting to moan and breathe heavily, soon I heard my name.

"Yes, Jim...oh so good...so good..." she moaned

My tongue penetrated Jenny's pussy, she tasted sweet and sexy. As I did this, Jenny let out a loud moan. I looked up from between her legs and saw her eyes were closed and her head thrust back against the top of the couch. I kept pushing into her pussy with my tongue, she began to gasp even more, then let out a loud cry of passion.

"OH MY GOD! YES!YES!!!" she cried out as her hips thrust forward.

I felt her sweet climax on my tongue.

Jenny was gasping and laughing.

"Wow! You're good!" she laughed "Man, it's been a long time since I felt that good!"

"Well, uh, glad I could accommodate you."

Accommodate you? What a dumb thing to say!

Jenny didn't seem to mind.

I started to sit up and Jenny did the same, she gently grasped my dick, letting it grow in hardness as she held it.

"Ooooh...I love your cock, babe...it looks so nice...so nice and hard." she said in a soft and sexy tone as she looked up at me.

I leaned down and our lips meeting in a deep kiss.

"I want you, Jim...or should I say, "Hollywood Jim"." she said in the same soft tone.

Jenny turned onto her back, spreading her legs and propped one on the floor and the other on the back of the couch. She had a look of anticipation and passion on her face as I got on top of her and my dick easily slid inside her pussy. She breathed in sharply before letting out a long, slow sigh of pleasure as I entered her fully. I slowly started to fuck her, she felt wonderful! Jenny and I were so close and we kissed deeply, her tongue mixing with mine. Jenny sounded so sexy as she felt me fuck her. Her moans of pleasure mixing with soft, dirty talk.

"Ohhhhhh...yes baby...fuck me...so good...so good..."

I wrapped my arms around her back and held her close as I pounded into her pussy.

"YES! Oh my god...that's it!" she moaned "Yeah, baby! FUCK ME!! Oh my GOD you're good!!"

I slowed down so we could catch our breath, we were panting like we'd run marathons.

"Oh y-y-you're good, baby!" she panted "Come on...let's do some more...my turn..."

Jenny soon had me on the couch while she lowered herself onto my dick, letting out a beautiful sigh. Then she gave me a big smile and slowly started to rock back and forth on my dick, her heaving chest looked so sexy. She braced herself against my shoulder and then held me close. Hearing the little sounds of pleasure come from her was incredible to say the least. Then she leaned back and gritted her teeth, her little sighs had turned into groans, then gasps.

"Oh god...oh god...ohhhhhhhhyessssssss!" she cried out.

I could wait no more either.

"Gonna cum..." I groaned.

"Yes, baby....oh I feel it!" she cried.

I exploded inside Jenny's pussy.

We both felt spent.

Jenny fell forward into my arms and then we slid down into the couch. I was face to face with her. 

"That was beautiful." she said softly, almost tearfully.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, it's just been a long time since...well, you get the idea."

I nodded and gave her a small kiss.

The longer we lay there on the couch, the more sleep came over us. 

When I awoke, Jenny had changed into a black satin robe and furry slippers, her glasses were back on.

"Hi, figured you could use this." she said as she handed me a cup of coffee.

"I should get going..." I said as I got up and looked for my clothes "Probably not a good idea to have a naked man in your apartment when your son comes home."

"Uh, I kinda lied about that..."

"About what?"

"Um, Evan's actually back in Chicago."

"Oh-kay...I'm not sure I'm following you."

"This is actually Donnie's place."

"Donnie Wahlberg?" I said incredulously.

Jenny nodded.

"He lives here when he's doing the TV show."

"So why did you say all that about it being yours?"

"I know, I know, I just, well, I don't know, I was just..."

"Lonely?"

She nodded again.

"Lonely and horny, right?" I added.

She nodded a third time, adding a small, apologetic smile.

"Well, I guess...I guess it's OK...I've been called a good secret keeper." I said with a shrug 

Jenny showed me to the door, she seemed unsure what to say.

"Are you mad at me, you know for what I did?"

"No...I guess it was just unexpected...hell, I never know what to say at times like this. I was never a good speech maker."

Jenny gave me another soft kiss.

"You said you were a good secret keeper."

"True, I did say that."

"Next time, I promise we'll do it right."

"Next time?" 

"Sure, next time you're in town...call me. I might need my picture taken, you know."

That sexy, "Jenny look" she was famous for, would be the lasting memory of my afternoon with Ms. McCarthy.

I exited her building, or should I say, Donnie's building, and was alone on the street. 

I seem to be finding myself alone a lot, alone with many secrets. 

Being "a good secret keeper" isn't easy, but I guess it can be fun.

I hailed a cab and headed for the airport and a flight back to L.A. 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 71



Some kind of secret project was being worked on at AU. All I'd been told was to be at the airport early in the morning, I was to fly to New York with Chuck Tyler, my boss, and Jeff Murphy, his second in command. Usually any trip to corporate headquarters in New York involved the big bosses at the company, and I was never a part of those trips. I just knew to stay out of Chuck's way when he returned as he was always in a foul mood for at least 3 days.

This trip was different because I was going.

Yawning in the early morning chill, I sat in my Mercedes and now wished I'd pulled into that Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru when I had the chance.

When we were airborne in the corporate jet, Chuck unbuckled his seat belt and turned to me.

"OK, I know you're wondering why you're on this trip."

"The thought did occur to me..." I replied with another yawn.

"Don't be a wiseguy, Jim." he said "This is potentially the biggest deal we've ever put together."

I was intrigued.

"OK, uh, how big?"

"We've been in negotiations to buy up Famous Artists and all their clients. And the deal is just about done."

"You're right, that is a big deal."

"Right, that's why I was in New York so much lately." he continued "And...that's why whenever Scott Jackson's name came up I got a little bitchy."

"Uh, is Scott part of this deal?" I asked.

"That's the part we need to keep quiet." Jeff said 

"He's going to be eased out of the company when this deal is concluded at the next board meeting." Chuck added.

I was stunned, and my face must've showed it. I was to be witness to a boardroom coup. 

"It's not as bad as you'd think," Jeff said "I have it on good authority he'll be given a very generous severance package. So he'll be well taken care of."

I took a deep breath and tried to absorb all this information.

"Well...that's something." I finally said "But now I need to ask where I fit into all this."

"You, my friend have the easy job." Chuck said as he sat back in his chair and took a sip of his drink "You just need to show off your work if asked, and maybe take a few snapshots for the company photo wall."

"OK, I can do that."

"Good, I'll give you the details when we land."

"Is it safe to say there's no love lost between you two?" I asked

Chuck gave me a look that spoke volumes.

"The sooner that bastard's out of the picture, the better." He said in a low menacing tone.

"Do you mind if I ask why?" I asked hesitantly.

Chuck took a long sip of his drink and his mood seemed to lighten.

"Well, Scott and I have had our differences." he began "It's a long story but he tried to have me eased out, no, make that thrown out of the agency."

"Really?" 

"In a way Jim, you saved Chuck's job." Jeff said

"I did?"

"It's another long story, but acquiring your old company was what sold New York on keeping Chuck where he is now."

My "old company" was East Coast Image. It had been started as a promotional photo agency. Its founder, and my close friend Chris Foster, was responsible for me coming out to California and made me a partner soon after I arrived. Our work caught the agency of Artists Unlimited.

And as they say, "the rest is history".

"I-I never knew that." 

Chuck waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Don't think about it, let's concentrate on the meeting."

The rest of the flight saw Chuck going over issues and strategy related to the meeting, and what my part would be. Turns it would be largely ceremonial, fine by me! I knew I'd be a nervous wreck the minute I entered what was sure to be a huge conference room with everyone staring at me.

I was right.

Famous Artists was located in mid-town Manhattan and their conference room seemed as big as a football field. Their lawyers and reps were on one side, ours were on the other. I was seated on the outer edge of the room with Jeff and just listened as Chuck ironed out the final details. 

Scott Jackson was nowhere to be found, though.

"Where's Scott?" I whispered to Jeff.

"Chuck set this up so he'd be arriving when we're leaving." he replied "Ideally, we'll be in the air back to LA when he gets the boot." 

"Gee, our boss plays dirty." 

"He learned from that guy over there." he replied pointing to an older gentleman with snow white hair, glasses perched low on his nose and idly reading a stack of documents.

He looked familiar to me.

"Who is that?"

"His name's Victor Mitchell, his family founded the agency." Jeff said quietly "I hear he's one scary son of a bitch."

"JEFF!" 

Chuck startled us back to reality.

"The incorporation memos from Roger, if you don't mind?" he said with annoyance directed at us.

As the meeting continued on, I kept wondering where I'd seen this "Victor Mitchell" before. He said very little out loud, preferring to give whispered instructions to his own second in command while he continued to read the documents in his hands. 

"I think this would be a good time to take a break." Mitchell's assistant said.

As we all stood, a sharply dressed woman who'd been sitting against the opposite wall helped Mitchell to his feet and handed him an elegant walking cane, I watched closely as she led him from the room. 

"Does Mitchell get out much? I mean, to like events?" I asked Jeff.

"Sure, I think he's a big opera buff here. Why?"

"Does he get out west any?"

He looked at me quizzically now.

"Why are you so interested? You've never met him before...or have you?"

"I keep thinking I've seen him somewhere."

"I doubt it, supposedly he hates California."

I kept looking.

"Yeah...maybe you're right..." I said as I looked at Mitchell as he conferred with the pretty girl who'd led him out of the conference room "I must've mixed him up with somebody else."

I got out my iPhone and clicked on the camera app. I carefully stood at an angle that gave me a clear view of Mitchell but not enough to make anyone suspicious.

Click!

The photo was just right.

On to step 2.

"Uh, Chuck, will you be needing me in there? I just got a text I need to return."

"Sure, go ahead. I think we'll be wrapping things up soon anyway."

"I shouldn't be too long, I'll see you in there."

I scrolled through my contacts, found the one I wanted, and quickly began typing; 

"I know you can't give specifics, but is this the person you were with at the Hollywood Bowl?" I wrote.

I clicked "send" and hoped for the best.

I returned to the meeting and it was more of the same until I felt a buzz in my pocket, indicating an incoming text message.

The message was just what I expected.

"Yes, how do you know him?" it read.

It was signed simply "LA".

I smiled and quickly replied;

"will explain later" adding a smile face to the message.

The mystery was solved.

Victor Mitchell was the elderly gentleman I'd seen the night I took my colleague Natalie Hayden to see Katherine Jenkins at the Hollywood Bowl. He was with 2 equally well dressed women who I knew to be Laura Austin and her occasional sidekick/co-conspirator Vicki. 

It wasn't hard to guess why they were with him.

"You ol' dog, you." I thought as I looked across the table at Mitchell, still idly scanning documents, his glasses low on his nose.

With a handshake and some applause, the deal was done. Artists Unlimited now owned Famous Artists and its list of clients. Our New York office would handle things from here.

Chuck was ready to celebrate, but on the plane ride home. He knew what might happen when Scott got word of this deal, and he wanted to be as far away as possible.

When our limo arrived for the ride back to the airport, Chuck hesitated for a minute before getting in, then he began to chuckle.

"Right on time...that little bastard..." he said in a voice that now turned to anger as he looked out the back window "...Try stealing my job now you little shit!" he yelled.

I looked out the back window and could see a large Mercedes pulling up near the end of the block. He knew it was Scott Jackson's car when he saw the chauffeur open the rear door.

"Come on, Chuck, let's go." Jeff said urgently as he tried to get him in the car "Let's go, boss."

I knew he was nervous about this whole scene and wanted to get away. Even though no alcohol had been served, I think Jeff sensed when Chuck's temper could get the better of him. The best way to handle this was to get him out of the line of fire, fast.

When we arrived back in LA that evening, Chuck immediately wanted to celebrate back at the office. And he wouldn't take no for an answer from me.

With his Italian leather shoes propped up on his desk, cigar in mouth, scotch in hand, he held court in his office.

Then the phone buzzed.

"Scott Jackson on line 1." his secretary said.

I took that as my cue to look for the bathroom. But curiosity got the better of me and I stood just outside the door as Natalie Hayden looked over at me from her desk. 

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"Staying out of the line of fire."

Chuck had his phone on speaker and even from the outer lobby I could hear Scott shouting at him from the east coast.

"Whoa! Look at the time!" I said, trying to make an exit as quickly as possible by saying to her "You need a ride home?"

Natalie looked at me with a seen-it-all look on her face.

"Not this time...do you?" she replied.

A few days later, the smoke had cleared and things got back to normal. On the one hand I wanted to know what Scott had said but on the other I figured that it was best not to know. Chuck and Jeff were immersing themselves in the new clients we'd inherited in the deal so luckily the temptation to ask wasn't there.

"How's a weekend in Miami sound to you?" Jeff asked.

"Sounds like a good deal..." I replied, then added "what's the catch?"

By now, I knew how to detect when Jeff was setting me up.

"The catch...right." he began "well, uh, it's related to the merger."

"Why isn't Chuck going?"

"This is different, it's ceremonial...largely."

"Largely?"

"Right, and the perk here is you get to meet one of the prestigious clients of the former company who is now a member of the present company, that is, us."

We both looked at each other, and realized the absurdity of Jeff's statement.

"And that person is...?"

"None other than J-Lo herself, Jennifer Lopez."

"Whoa, now you've got me interested. Tell me more."

"She's doing a concert down there, and Chuck thought it would look good if someone from the company was there."

"But why not Chuck? He's a natural publicity hound."

"He's going to Vegas to smooth things over with one of the hotels."

"The hotels?"

"Yep, you heard right. I'm not completely sure of the story there so don't ask."

"I guess we're Miami bound, then."

The concert was tied in to the opening of new beachfront hotel/casino called The Ultra. And J-Lo would be inaugurating their concert hall in a show with Pitbull.

"Quite a place, huh, Jim?" Jeff said as we looked around the vast complex.

"You said it...reminds me of that place out in Vegas, the Aria?"

"More like the Eldorado."

I looked at him and we both laughed at his reference to the hotel on "Lady Vegas".

"TV name-dropping, huh?"

"It comes in handy sometimes." he said "Ah, there's our contact here."

The AU rep for Miami was one Sarah Smith. I met her last time I was here, but also knew she had a connection with Scott Jackson.

"Hi there, boys!" she said in that flirty tone of hers as she hugged us both "Good to see you two."

"How's the launch been going?" Jeff asked.

"Right on schedule, Jennifer's gonna be doing a sound check about now...wanna watch?"

"Yes! Absolutely, let's go Jim." Jeff immediately responded.

"Star fucker..." I thought.

But then, what was I?

As we entered the hall, she was in the middle of a giant stage with video screens and a light show like no other. She and Pitbull were in the midst of a pounding techno number where they seemed to be lyrically taunting each other. 

"She looks good." I said to Sarah.

"Of course, she does, she's J-Lo." She laughed "Let's go down to the floor."

Sarah led us down to the floor of the arena and looking around it, I felt so small. 

"Am I really here?" I thought to myself. 

I had come so far, hadn't I?

With the music playing around me it just made me think about where I was, how far I'd come. I used to be this geeky kid from the suburbs who was routinely shoved aside by those who were supposedly in power, and saw themselves as all-powerful. Now I was on a vast arena floor, in Miami by way of Hollywood. I was getting first-class treatment and looked up to for my talents behind the camera, I had contacts in the industry who saw me as a valued asset. And other contacts who saw me as someone who could be trusted with their secrets, one of the "nice guys" in what could be a cruel business. 

I could almost hear my partner's voice in my head;

"You did good, "Hollywood"."

"Are you modeling for a statue?" 

I was startled momentarily, then looked up to see Jennifer Lopez looking down at me from the stage, smiling and laughing.

"Me? Uh, no! I-I-I'm...just at a loss for words." I finally said.

"OK, just making sure." she said as she carefully came down metal steps used by the stage crew.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer." she said as we shook hands

"I'm Jim, I'm with Artists Unlimited."

Jennifer looked great in a bright yellow Nike t-shirt and thin cotton pants, her hair tied up in a tight bun.

"Ah! My guys told me you were coming." she said with that subtle, yet very flirty smile she was famous for. "You do all the photos, right?"

"Yes, and hopefully do them well, too." I said, gaining more confidence.

"Hell, yeah! I love your work!" she said excitedly. 

Before I could respond with something modest or witty, there were other voices clamoring for the attention of Ms. Lopez. 

"Jennifer!" I heard Sarah say as she came over with Jeff and what seemed like members of her team who quickly surrounded her and slowly pushed me aside. Jennifer looked back over her shoulder at me, like she wanted to say something but was quickly overtaken by "her team". 

"Oh, well..." I thought

Whatever disappointment I might've had earlier disappeared that evening. It turned out the grand opening of this place was the mecca for the entertainment community. All the entertainment TV shows were well represented as they all jockeyed to get interviews with Jennifer and anyone else in town that night. I was part of the VIP group that had prime seats for the show, and a well-stocked luxury skybox. 

This wasn't the first time I'd seen a show this way, but this one made me realize how different things were "up here" as it were. I was watching the show like I did back in Connecticut, glued to my seat, not wanting to miss a second of the experience, the build-up to showtime and the lights going down. But what I found here was that everyone was schmoozing with one another, trading phones, text messages, drinks and gossip. The show almost seemed secondary to whatever they were doing here. It was like a cocktail party with audience accompaniment. There were a few moments when I was the only one watching the show.

"Enjoying yourself, Jim?" Sarah asked as she grabbed a glass of wine off a tray.

"Oh, yes...the concert's good too."

She laughed and went off to greet a late arrival.

Some people don't know sarcasm when they hear. 

As I left the arena, I began to think "VIP" really stood for "Very Insensitive People", then thought otherwise.

They just watch shows differently than I do, for all I know it might not be the first show of hers they'd seen. I was still a novice in this game, they were the pros.

And "the pros" were now whisking me off to an after-show party. 

Jennifer looked gorgeous, her thick brown hair cascading around her as she breezed into the beachfront club amidst a million flashbulbs. Jeff and Sarah were immediately brought to the big table she commandeered and were deep in conversation with her managers.

"Jim! Get over here!" I heard them yell "We need a photo of this!"

"Will my phone do?"

"Yes! Yes! Just get the photo!"

I got out my cellphone and snapped off a couple of shots, but the reason why didn't seem clear. And as soon as I was done, they jumped up from the table and quickly took off, leaving me very confused.

"What the hell was all that?"

"Maybe you just witnessed another boardroom coup." someone next to me said.

I turned to find an attractive redhead with glasses and wearing a beautifully simple black dress.

"Uh, who are you?" I asked

"Abby Rhodes" she replied as we shook hands "I work out of the New York office, I saw you at the board meeting, sorry we didn't get to talk."

I suddenly remembered her as the girl I saw with Victor Mitchell at the meeting.

"Oh, yes...you were with Mr. Mitchell, right?"

"Yes, he's been grooming some new agents for the company and I was working with him that day."

"Ah, I see. Then you probably know about Scott Jackson."

She responded with a nervous laugh.

"It made for a memorable afternoon, I'll say that."

"I take it he wasn't too thrilled."

"Noooo...he wasn't." she said slowly "Can I give you some insider dirt?"

"Uh, sure."

Abby led me to a less crowded part of the club.

"I've got it on good information that he's met with his lawyer and is contemplating a lawsuit against Chuck and everyone at AU, illegal termination, that sort of thing."

I was stunned, going through another lawsuit.

"You're kidding?"

"It might not happen though, Victor might offer him the top spot at Famous Artists as a concession."

"But Famous Artists is part of AU now."

"Not necessarily, the production wing of the agency wasn't part of the deal."

"Really?"

"He could get a production deal with one of the studios and that would really let him call the shots."

"Which one?"

"That part I don't know, he still has to accept the offer if Victor makes him one."

"Think he will?"

"Who knows?" she replied "Victor's always been a master deal maker, but with Scott...I don't know."

I nodded. This would be a tough sell to say the least. And even tough we'd just met, I could tell by the tone of Abbey's voice she was uncertain how this would turn out.

"Remember, this is between you and me." she said

"Right, I won't even tell my cat." I said with my own nervous chuckle.

"I'll be in touch if I hear anything." she said as she walked away and disappeared into the crowd. 

I took a deep breath. 

I needed a drink but before I could get to the bar I heard Jeff's voice over the din of the club;

"Hey! Hollywood! Get yer ass over here!" 

He'd obviously been taking advantage of the free Tequila shots and who knows what else.

"You've been MIA all night long, you need to meet clients." he said as he put his arm around me "Jennifer! This is the guy you need to meet."

Jennifer looked up from her own drink at me.

"Hey! I didn't get to talk to you, you were too busy modeling for statues!" she laughed.

"You'll probably see a lot of him whenever you're out in LA, he's our photo guy." he said as he shoved me down onto a chair next to her.

"Great!" she said with a smile at me.

"Time for a refill!" Jeff said boisterously as he staggered back to the bar.

"I think he's having a good time." I said to her

"Is he always like this?" she said

"No, I think he's just letting off steam. We had all that business up in New York to deal with, so he's just happy it's over with."

"What about you, are you happy the deal's done?"

"Me? I'm just an employee. I didn't have anything to do with the deal."

"Aw, you're just being modest." 

"Maybe." I shrugged before giving her a shy smile.

"You shouldn't be, I've seen your work. You're good!" 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 71



"OK, I'll take whatever compliments I can get."

Jennifer looked at me with a mix of curiosity and interest on her face.

"Uh...are you gonna be in town any longer?"

"I'm supposed to fly home tomorrow morning, why?"

"How'd you like to photograph my next album cover?"

I was taken aback by the suddenness of her offer, and very flattered by it, but unable to reply. An assistant or manager sitting on the other side of her suddenly appeared, and he was equally stunned.

"You're kidding? Last week you wanted that Italian guy to do it, in Rome, too! You just met this guy! You don't know his work!" he said 

"I don't need it right away." she said oblivious to his protestations "I'm going to Europe so we can do it when I get back." 

"Jennifer, I really think we should discuss this..." he protested.

"What do you say, Jim?" she asked, giving me the smile seen worldwide.

"I'm, uh, flattered...yes, I'll do it."

"Great! I'll call you when I get back."

Her manager slammed his fist on the table and leaned back in his chair looking at the ceiling.

Amazing how quickly things could change. One minute I'm told AU might get dragged into another lawsuit, the next I'm offered a prime gig with perhaps the most photographed woman in the world. 

What's next?

Just as I got back to my hotel room, my cellphone buzzed with an incoming message from Chuck;

"Hey! Great job getting that photo gig with J-Lo! Her manager just called me, he sounds happy with her choice, see you back in LA."

"He sounds happy?" I thought "I'd hate to see what that guy's like when he's not."

A few minutes later, the phone rang.

"Jim? Benny Rivera, we met at Jennifer's party."

"Okay...yes?" I said hesitantly

"I'm the guy slamming his fist on tables." he now added in a tone that suggested "remember me now?".

"Oh, yes! I remember now."

He chuckled.

"Sorry to give you the wrong impression. I just wanted to know if you're still interested in doing the photos for her album?"

"Sure! I just assumed it wouldn't be until she got back from Europe."

"She's still going, I convinced her of that. She'd like to do some preliminary shots at her place in the afternoon, just you alone, no big setup, are you interested?"

"Absolutely."

"Good! I'll have a car meet you at the hotel."

"Actually...I was planning to rent a convertible here and do a little exploring, could I drive there myself?"

"Sounds good, here's the address..."

Way back when East Coast Image merged with Artists Unlimited, my lawyer Roger Sullivan cleverly arranged a clause in the deal that would give me the freedom to do outside photo projects of my own choosing. And now, with Jennifer's address in hand, my day was planned out. I got a Mustang convertible and cruised around Miami, camera in hand, doing the kind of photo exploring I'd been putting off since that deal was done.

It was a classic, hot, tropical day in Miami and the sunlight only heightened the colors of everything I saw and photographed. I didn't really have any plan for these photos, they were for me. All the while I checked my watch and gave myself plenty of time before going to her place.

Her home was a oceanfront villa straight out of "Miami Vice". I almost expected to see a black Ferrari convertible out front. Instead, there was only a white Honda minivan to be seen. A three car garage was nearby and probably held the cars I dreamed of but its doors were shut. Inside I could hear the commotion of kids and dogs when I rang the doorbell.

"Ms. Lopez is out by the pool, this way please..." said the butler who answered the door, he wasn't like other butlers I'd seen. Not to sound homophobic, but from his voice he definitely seemed gay.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

We walked through the house and I could hear a nanny telling her kids to get ready as they were leaving soon. The house looked spectacular inside and finally we passed through a stone arch that opened on a huge pool whose crystal blue water shimmered in the sunlight. A cabana house was at one end and at the other I could see Jennifer stretched out on a lounge chair, getting the most out of the sun. 

"Ms. Lopez, Jim is here." he said as we approached.

"OK, thanks!" she said

What I didn't realize was she was sunbathing topless, she stood up and casually grabbed a sheer red robe that billowed in the breeze. She had on just a black bikini bottom and didn't bother to tie the robe shut, and looked even sexier as she strode over to meet me wearing large designer sunglasses.

"Hi! You made it!" she said as she hugged me, I could smell a flowery perfume on her "I hope you don't mind, I wanna get the most out of the sun, it never seems to be out when I'm out."

"No, I can see why with a place like this." I said as I looked around the pool and tried not to fixate on her tits. They were spectacular C size with that beautiful Latina skin tone too.

"I know, isn't it beautiful!"

"You bet, how long have you lived here?"

"Not long, I try to get down here in the winter. I like it better than LA."

"Snowbird, huh?"

Jennifer gave a boisterous laugh.

"Oh my god, yes! I forgot about that!"

"My Aunt used to be that way, took the Autotrain down every year."

Jennifer laughed more.

"Very Connecticut." I said

"That's where you're from?"

I nodded.

"Yep, born and raised."

"I almost bought a house up there, it's nice but too far away for me." she said before changing her tone "OK, uh, what do you think about doing some photos out here?"

"Perfect...no need for any kind of flash from what I see."

"How about what I'm wearing?"

Now she asked!

"Uh, what did you have in mind?" I meekly asked.

"Just this, nothing more." she said casually.

Luckily the "Mr. Professional" side of me stepped in.

"Ah! Good idea!" I said

Jennifer's always photogenic face took over as I snapped photos and we talked. She put on her "sultry" face as she loosened her thick brown hair and slowly ran her fingers through it.

"How long have you been doing photos?" she asked

"Not that long..." 

CLICK!

"I learned from a friend, he started the business and had me come out to help him."

"Nice..." she said as she gave a beaming smile

CLICK!

She stood up and let the robe fall open just enough to prove she was wearing only the bikini bottom.

CLICK!

"I really like the work you've done...I remember those photos you did of the Tigress tour...what was that like?"

CLICK!

"A whirlwind to say the least!"

Jennifer gave that distinctive laugh of hers.

CLICK!

"It was fun, I've never been on a national tour so it was a new experience every day." I said

"They always are. I saw their show in LA, they were really something onstage."

CLICK!

"They'd be great for my next tour." she said "How 'bout I go in the pool?"

"Uh, sure..." I said hesitantly

Jennifer slid into the cool blue waters and let her slinky robe billow around her in the water.

"Hey! That's perfect! Right there!" I said excitedly

Her robe floated up and had created a perfect circle around her so that she was seen only from the waist up.

"Stay just like that!" I said excitedly.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"Perfect!" I said "Got it!"

"It's that good?" she asked

"You bet!" I said as I knelt on the pool's edge "Just got the money shot."

"Could I see it?"

"OK" I quickly accessed the shot on the camera as she walked over while still in the water, her robe had become transparent and I could see her tits clearer.

"Ooooh, I like it!" she said with a big smile "Get another one while I'm here."

Jennifer stood up in the water which was maybe 4 feet deep and gave another classic "look".

CLICK! CLICK!

Then she began to slowly open her robe showing me her beautiful tits and letting the robe fall off her shoulders and float in the water. Somehow my finger never moved from the shutter button.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Jennifer Lopez was topless in front of me, and she looked good!

"Like what you see?"

I could barely form the words but somehow said;

"Y-yes."

"Take some more..." she said in a lower, sexier voice.

Jennifer held her tits and gave me a look that seemed to say "you want some of this?" 

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

She started to swim away from me, then deeply dove into the water, giving me a glimpse of that famous ass of hers.

She surfaced and laughed.

"Oh my god, that's fun!" she laughed.

I couldn't respond, I think I was still trying to get over seeing her tits like that and the look on her face. She now slowly swam towards me.

"Get a shot of me coming out of the water."

"Okay"

I went towards the end of the pool where some elegant-looking marble steps were and positioned myself.

Jennifer slowly walked out of the pool, topless...and now bottomless too. Her pussy was totally smooth, her belly toned and flat.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"Like what you see now?"

I tried not to stare too much as I stood up.

"Um...y-yes...v-very pretty."

"That's good...now can I ask you something?"

I could only nod my head.

"How'd you get the name 'Hollywood Jim'?"

Now what do I say?

"Uh...a f-friend gave it to me...it-it's not that s-special."

Jennifer stood closer to me and I could feel the water from the pool drip onto me.

"I think it's special." she said in a softer voice "...very special."

Jennifer slowly wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. The hot sun had made her skin warm and welcoming.

"Why don't you take your clothes off...join me in the pool." she said softly in my ear.

I hesitated briefly.

"Want me to help you?" she said playfully.

"Uh, no...won't someone see us?"

Really smart, "Hollywood"!

Jennifer giggled.

"No, I do it all the time." she laughed

I started to take my shirt off.

"You'll have to forgive my lack of tan." I said.

"Well, I'm not a great swimmer so you'll have to forgive me for that." 

"OK, I g-guess we're even, then."

Jennifer smiled widely and tossed my shirt onto a lounge chair.

"You look good..." she said softly as she touched my chest.

"You too."

Jennifer began to slowly rub her body against mine, being in the sun her skin felt very warm. My dick was getting harder and harder the more she did this, I finally worked up the nerve to unsnap my khaki pants, Jennifer's hands were on the sides of them and they silently dropped to the ground, she breathed in sharply as she saw my dick exposed in the hot sun.

"Oh, yes...very nice...oh, beautiful..." she said before looking into my eyes and adding a small smile "Can I touch it?"

I nodded.

Her soft hands caressed the length of my dick and it continued to grow in her hands.

"Beautiful..." she said softly "I like it..."

We kissed deeply now, her lips against mine, her tongue merging with mine. As our lips parted, she looked at me and smiled.

"Let me make you feel good..." she said

Jennifer Lopez knelt down and my dick disappeared into her mouth. She eagerly took all of it in, there was no hesitation on her part as he head began to bob up and down its length, occasionally using some spit for lubrication. It was so erotic, yet so strange to be standing naked in the Miami sun and having this Latina beauty giving me head by her pool. My legs began to feel rubbery the more she did this, perhaps that was the idea.

Jennifer looked up at me now.

"You like that, babe?" 

"Oh, yes...very much."

"Time to return the favor." she said as she stood up and slowly led me to the shade of the cabana. Inside were a 2 more lounge chairs, but these were much larger, like they were made for two people, and on a table with an iPod attached to it, was a Bose sound dock system. Jennifer tapped a button on the front and slow Latin music played.

"That's not your music is it?" I asked as we lay on the big chair.

"No! That would be too creepy!" she laughed "Come here..."

I lay atop Jennifer and we kissed deeply. I wanted to kiss her tits, they looked so sexy in the bright sun, now I had them for myself. I pushed them together and eagerly began to lick and suck on her tits, making her moan. Her hands held me loosely on top of her, but I could feel their gentle touch on my back an shoulders. I looked up at her as I sucked on her nipples.

"Mmmmm...suck on my boobs...oh that's it...oh yes...oh so good..." she moaned.

Jennifer finally gripped the side of my head and made me look up.

"Baby...lick my pussy...you gotta lick my pussy...you gotta do it..." she said quickly. 

My dick had been rubbing against her pussy and I could feel her wetness on it. I gave her a soft kiss and slowly moved down her body until I could see her lovely pussy. Soft, smooth, and wet to my touch.

I gave it a soft kiss and could hear her breathe in sharply, then let out a childlike sigh as I started to lick all round her pussy. The more I licked, the more she moaned, the sexier she sounded. My tongue now entered her pussy, she moaned loudly as I swirled it around inside her. She tasted wonderful and her cries of passion only heightened the moment. She moaned even louder as I slowly inserted a finger, then two fingers, all the while continuing to lick her pussy. Looking up from between her legs, I could see she was softly touching her nipples and caressing her tits. Then her back arched and let out a loud moan as she climaxed. She was gasping as she lay back and held my head.

"Oh my god...so good...you gotta fuck me Jim...please fuck me.." she gasped.

I sat up and kissed her lips softly.

"Please fuck me...fuck me..." she repeated

She closed her eyes and let out a long slow moan of pleasure as my dick went inside her. The smile on her face spoke volumes.

I began to fuck Jennifer Lopez.

She held me tightly and wrapped her legs around my mine as we fucked. Being so close to her I heard every sexy moan and it only made me fuck her harder. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her upward, we kissed deeply when were face to face.

"You're good, baby!" she said with a beaming smile "Lean back...let me ride you."

I lay back on the lounger and she began to grind herself on my dick, caressing her tits, running her fingers through her thick brown hair and giving me that classic "J-Lo" smile. Her eyes closed slightly and she tilted her head back as waves of ecstasy appeared to come over her again and again. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"So good...oh my god so good..." she said softly "Don't stop... don't stop..."

Jennifer continued to grind herself on my dick, then leaned down close to me again.

"Do me from behind..." she said

She slowly got up and showed me that famous ass of hers, it looked nice. I softly caressed it, then slid my dick into her again. She let out a soft "Mmmmm..." as I started to fuck her. She felt great the more I fucked her, holding her hips.

"Ohhhhyeahhh..." she moaned.

She stood up on her knees and looked over her shoulder, giving me a beaming smile.

"Like that, babe?" she said

I nodded, what else could I do?

"I like it too..." she said "I like it too..."

I kissed her neck and put several more thrusts into her, making her moan and gasp. I held her tits as I did this, only heightening our pleasure. I could feel an explosion building in me.

"I...I wanna cum on your tits..." I said quickly.

"Oh yeah...I love that..."

I pulled out and she sat close to me and as I stood over her, she stroked my dick. The feeling was incredible and it just got better the more she did it.

"Ooohhh...yes...so good...cum for me baby...come on sweetie...cum for me..."

It kept building in me.

"Yeah, hon...that's it...so good..."

With a loud groan I exploded onto her tits.

"Oh yeah! Wow! Oh my god...yeah!" she said.

I looked down and she had my dick close to her lips as a few spurts hit her tongue. She was laughing as I came.

"Nice!" she said happily as she looked down at her cum-splattered tits.

"Wow...that was great!" she said "Come on, I'll wash you off."

Jennifer led me to an outdoor shower and the water felt good on our bodies. She took my hands and had me wash the cum off her. Even like this, she felt just as soft. She moved my hand down to her pussy and my finger slid inside her again, and she responded with closed eyes and a relaxed, pleased smile the more I touched and caressed her. She held my dick and began to stroke it as she kissed me deeply.

"That was wonderful...where have you been all my life?" she giggled.

"Uh, all around, I guess." I shrugged.

Jennifer handed me a thick towel and we dried each other off. She retrieved her robe, now dry. I gathered my clothes, then heard an unsettling crunching sound.

"Uh-oh." I muttered.

I reached into the pocket of my pants and my sunglasses weren't there. But were under my foot, broken.

"Aw, crap." I said

"What is it?"

"I broke my sunglasses, happens a lot." I said with a shrug.

"Aw, too bad." she said, then her eyes brightened "Hey! I've got an idea. Come with me."

Jennifer led me back inside her house and into her large dining room. On the table were numerous boxes of different sizes with the Kohl's logo on them, a rolling garment rack was against the wall with different clothes hanging from it. Jennifer led me to a particular box and flipped it open.

Inside was a variety of sunglasses, every style imaginable. Classic aviators with gold or silver frames, John Lennon-style wire rimmed glasses, 50's style Ray-Bans, even Harry Potter-like glasses with tortoiseshell frames.

"Take your pick." she said with a flourish of her hand "Benefits of having a clothing line with your ex."

"Wow!" I was amazed "I don't know where to start."

Jennifer carefully looked at all of them.

"Try these." she said handing me a pair of the Ray-Bans. I put them on and she looked at me carefully.

"Nice...not quite you though." she said as she looked at another pair. She handed me the Lennon glasses with their yellow lenses and silver frames.

"Try these."

I liked the simple style as I saw myself in the mirror.

"Whaddya think, luv?" I said in my best English accent.

"Not bad." she said with a little smile "Not quite perfect, though."

Now she handed me dramatic pair of gold framed Aviators with jet black lenses.

"Ohhh...perfect!" she said in a slow, sexy tone as she saw me with them on "Take a look."

She turned me around and I saw my reflection in a huge floor length mirror. I did look dramatically different.

"That looks like Hollywood Jim." she said "Get your camera, I wanna do something." she said eagerly.

I went back outside and grabbed my camera bag and returned to the dining room. Jennifer had shed her robe again.

"I want a photo of us." she said.

Jennifer had me try to stand at an angle where I could hold the camera, but we couldn't get it right.

"George!" she yelled

The butler who'd met me at the door reappeared.

"Can you take a picture of us?" she asked.

"Certainly." he replied.

Jennifer stood close to me and wrapped her naked body around me from the side and gave the camera her best "sultry" look as I wore the dramatic sunglasses she'd picked out and he camera clicked off several shots in rapid succession.

"Thanks, George!" she said happily.

We looked at the photos and they were, well, sultry all right. Jennifer looked at me and gave that easy, casual smile of hers.

"You like?" she asked

"I like..." I said before turning to her "The girls' nice too."

Jennifer and I laughed boisterously. 

I leaned in and we kissed again.

"Um, I'm afraid it's getting kind of late." I said.

"Right...the kids will be back soon." she said softly "Um, will you be back soon?"

"Well, if you're in LA we could meet."

She smiled.




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"Yeah, that's right!" she nodded "I'll call you next time, how 'bout that?"

"You got a deal, Ms. Lopez." I said extending my hand.

She laughed as we shook hands on our "deal".

I drove away from her home but made sure to grab several pairs of glasses before I left. 

The Miami sun was slowly setting as I drove away. I pulled off the road and snapped off several more photos.

I wanted to have as much to remember this day as I could.

Not long after I returned to LA, I was driving home one night and nearly crashed my car when I saw a giant billboard on Sunset Boulevard. I stared at it and couldn't believe my eyes. 

It was a giant black and white photo of Jennifer Lopez close-up that I'd taken!

Her hair was slicked back, the famous robe open down the middle. In big letters below were the words;

JENNIFER LOPEZ

EPIC

THE NEW ALBUM COMING SOON

I just stared at it and didn't move until the sound of a police car behind me beeping its horn brought me back to reality.

Fast forward two weeks later.

"And so...that's why I texted you that day. I saw Victor Mitchell at the meeting and he just seemed so familiar to me."

Laura Austin now looked at me skeptically.

"Hmm, OK, you made me bend my cardinal rule." she now said before raising a finger "But only a little."

"But I was right." I quickly added.

"Yeah, but that's the kind of goofy story Vicki would buy." Laura said as she sipped her wine before quickly adding "No offense to her, but Italians like me...we have a little more on the ball."

"Well then, does this mean I get the lowdown on Mr. Mitchell?" I asked "It always helps to have a little insider information, you know."

Laura cocked her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, like she was giving it great thought.

"Will you give me the lowdown on J-Lo?"

I thought for a minute, then made the same expression she did.

"Nah, Hollywood Jim always keeps his secrets...just like a good escort."

It was my version of her standard answer to any questions I might have about her profession.

Laura knew I had the upper hand for a change and simply raised her glass to mine.

"Salud." she said with a smile in perfect Italian as we clinked our glasses. 

She then took my hand and led me back to the bedroom.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 72



Author's note-Thanks again for your patience!




I'd first met John McDonald when he directed Blake Lively's film "Dreamer" and I was working with my late partner Chris to get his fledgling photo business going. John was impressed with our work and he continued to hire us as chief still photographers on his other film projects. That got the attention of Artists Unlimited and led to the acquisition of our company East Coast Image. McDonald branched out into television as Executive Producer of Lindsay Lohan's comeback vehicle "Blind Item". He now set his sights on a spinoff series titled "Lady Vegas" that would star Eva Longoria as Charlotte Reynolds, CEO of a Vegas casino.

The pilot for Eva's series was worked into the season finale of "Blind Item" and would find Lindsay's character, New York gossip columnist Paula Mallory, pursuing a story in Vegas. Lindsay and I had spent time together in Vegas before but she wisely kept things professional this time around. She was in the midst of negotiating a new contract for next season and for a change had some leverage in the negotiations. We met surreptitiously in a coffee shop late one night, it reminded me of our first meeting in a Burger King. 

"I can't say much now but..." she began, trying not to get excited "...this could be really great!"

"How so?" 

Lindsay leaned in close to me

"Remember that big contract Jennifer Aniston got long ago? When she was doing "Friends". You know, million dollars an episode?" she said, looking down slightly.

I nodded.

"Double it." she said while still looking down, then looking up at me slightly with a confident smile added, like she wanted to see my reaction.

I'm pretty sure my eyes widened and mouth dropped open. Lindsay snickered as she sipped her coffee.

I looked around and then leaned in so I wouldn't be heard.

"Are you serious?" I said, leaning in for emphasis.

Lindsay nodded.

"Really? This is for real?" I asked, still unsure what I was hearing.

Lindsay nodded again.

"I've got a meeting with my agent in L.A., so I should get going." she said as she started gathering her things together "I promise we'll, uh, have some fun another time."

I smiled and nodded, I wasn't disappointed. We both knew our times together were best experienced when prying eyes didn't know it.

Lindsay stood up, looked around, then gave me a quick kiss goodbye.

"Bye, babe." she said as she walked out.

The waitress soon came over with a generous slice of cheesecake and refilled my coffee.

"Oh, I didn't order-" I started to say

"The lady up front paid for it." 

I looked towards the front and saw Lindsay give me a smile and a small wave as she left.

I leaned back in the booth and smiled to myself. Hollywood always loves a comeback, perhaps this was its latest.

The cheesecake wasn't too bad either.

The pilot episode for "Lady Vegas" would be directed by David Riley, another protege' of John McDonald's. Riley had directed several episodes of "Blind Item" so this was nothing new to him. 

David's plan was to film all of Lindsay's scenes first so she could go back to Los Angeles and continue negotiations with the network, as well as meetings for a new film. 

"I'll call you soon." she said as she gave me a quick kiss goodbye and left the set.

"OK, step one complete." David said as he signed some papers "Now its on to parts unknown."

"What's that mean?" I asked

"It means that Eva is on the way, and I don't know what to expect."

"Never worked with her, huh?"

"Have you?"

"No, but I wouldn't concern myself about it."

"I hope you're right." he replied

Turns out I was right. Eva breezed onto the set, wearing blue jeans and a simple (but very form-fitting) red t-shirt with just one assistant in tow.

"David! Hello, so good to meet you." she said in a breezy tone.

"Yes, hi...this is Jim from-"

"Artists Unlimited, I know you guys well!" she said in that super confident voice of hers "Tell me, is Jeff Murphy still there?".

"Y-yes, how do you know him?" I asked

"He used to be a gofer during my soap opera days." she said with an exuberant laugh.

She knew how to break the ice, that's for sure. David seemed reassured now and he began to discuss the days' schedule with her.

"So how long have you been doing photos?" I heard behind me

"Huh? Oh, a couple of years now." I replied as I turned to see a pretty blonde.

"Good, Eva is always looking for a good photographer" she before adding "Oh, I'm Deborah Daily, I work with her."

"Jim" I said as we shook hands.

"You'll be seeing more of me." she said as she went to take a call on her phone.

David's plan today was to shoot a lot of Eva walking through the casino set with a cute blonde playing her "assistant" who looked somewhat familiar to me but I hadn't gotten close enough to her yet to find out who she was. The producers were completing negotiations with the Aria Casino in Vegas for the exterior scenes, David already had a climactic night scene set atop a parking garage planned that he was eager to shoot as soon as possible.

David had a simple, no-nonsense directing style. I could tell he didn't want to waste time or do multiple takes of a scene unless something really went wrong, so the first day's shooting breezed by. 

"OK, everyone I'll see you in Vegas." he casually said to everyone at the end of the day.

Was I going to Vegas again?

Turns out, I was.

I was no stranger to the Aria Hotel/Casino. It was perhaps the sleekest addition to the Vegas strip and it would serve as the outdoor location for "Lady Vegas". But for the show it would be known as "The Eldorado". 

Upon my arrival in Vegas, I learned that work on "Lady Vegas" had gone smoother than expected, so a minimum of retakes would be needed here or back in LA. And my time in Vegas would, once again, be a whirlwind.

And I would once again tell myself, one of these days I'm gonna come here on my own.  

The production company and the network set us all up with rooms throughout the vast complex. Mine had a generous view of the strip that was sure to look even better when the sun went down. It was times like this that I still had to pinch myself and wonder if all this was real, and happening to me? 

"Will there be anything else before I leave, sir?" I heard behind me

It was the bellhop, standing in the corridor with my bags.

"Oh, uh, no..." I said before fishing through my pants for a tip. A crumpled twenty seemed to do the trick.

"I never know how much to give at times like this." I said nervously

"Oh, anything is appreciated, sir." he replied "enjoy your stay at the Aria."

"I sure will."

I soon got a text message from David telling me the schedule for tomorrow. Until then, I had the rest of the night free.

OK, I'm on my own in Las Vegas, what should I do?

I got out my iPhone and decided to let it recommend my dinner choice for the night. 

Then I remembered my late partner, Chris Foster.

When we'd worked together, he'd told me about this great steak and ribs place called Lou's he'd always wanted to take me to in Vegas, he felt he'd reached the big time if he was in a corner booth working on their house special with a bottle of their best wine and a hot blonde, brunette or redhead (preferably all three) nearby.

Well, I didn't have the hot blonde, brunette or redhead but I could have the next best thing, right?

I stepped out into the Vegas night time and looked around.

As if on cue, a limo pulled up to the curbside and its window slid down.

"Heyyyyy...Jimmy boy!" a slurring voice called out.

It was David Riley, our director. I guess when he wrapped production for the day, he unwrapped another production at night.

"Whatcha doin' here kid? Come on, the night's still young." he slurred.

"Don't you have a TV show to film in the morning?" I said as I walked over to the car.

"Time means nothing in Vegas! Come on..." he said as the door swung open.

And with that, we were off.

David's limo delivered us to a different hotel and we somehow stumbled into what looked like a martini bar populated with young sophisticates, and us. Matching drinks arrived soon after.

But from there, I had no memory of what happened next.

I awakened in an elegant bedroom, with strangely no ill effects of the previous night. But I knew this wasn't my room, the furnishings weren't at all what I remembered. And a sweet smelling perfume was nearby too, I looked to my right and saw a woman's head resting on my chest. She breathed in and turned to look at me, her smile only made things even more confusing. But I at least knew her name.

It was Eva!

"Good morning sweetie." she whispered, adding in a kiss on my cheek.

"Uh...how...wh-what..." I was stammering more than I could ever recall right now. And it only made Eva giggle.

"Quite a night, huh?" she said

And then I woke up for real.

This time in my room, and the effects of the previous night now came screaming at me. I was still in my clothes from last night, too

Similar effects were apparent on David's face when I arrived on the set. He sat in his directors chair, dark sunglasses on, head down, mumbling to himself.

"Feel like directing, Jim?" he mumbled

"No, I'll leave that to the professionals."

"Call me when you find one..." he slurred as he got up from his chair to leave.

"Uh, not so fast pal! You've got a job to do." I said as I held him back.

"Right...gotta make the boss happy..." he said before summoning up the energy to clap his hands and say in his best director's voice "...all right everyone...set up for scene 12..."

"Scene 12" was the climactic night time scene he'd planned to shoot with Lindsay and Eva but time constraints forced a rewrite so it would take place in the daytime.

In the scene, Paula/Lindsay accidentally confronts a stalker who's been pursuing an actress she'd also been pursuing as part of a story for her column. This results in a shootout atop the Eldorado's garage. I had to admit it was kinda sexy to see Lindsay in a situation like this, even more so when she delivered a spot on karate kick that disabled the stalker and gave Charlotte/Eva the perfect shot she needed to bring the man down.

"Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" Paula/Lindsay asked Charlotte/Eva in the scene.

Without missing a beat Charlotte/Eva responded;

"Where'd you learn karate?"

"I've had a few dates who were, uh, all hands...if you know what I mean."

"What a coincidence..." Eva replied casually as she holstered her pistol "So have I." 

"CUT! PRINT! BEAUTIFUL!" David yelled.

He hugged both actresses then turned to the crew.

"OK, everyone you've just finished the first episode of Lady Vegas." he said happily to applause from everyone.

Lindsay's eyes seemed to lock on my smile, she immediately came over to me and as we hugged she appeared to be holding back tears amidst her smile.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, thinking it was just tears of happiness at a job well done, a further step in the resuscitation of her career.

"I'm leaving the series, this was my last scene." she sniffled.

"Why?"

"It was my decision...sometimes money isn't the most important thing."

I was shocked, but the way she said it, I knew there was more to it than that. For now though, just being understanding was enough.

And understanding was what I had to be as she was led away with her assistant, she gave me that same over the shoulder wave as she disappeared.

"Oh, well..." I said to myself.

I joined the core members of the cast and crew for a huge dinner that was loaded with lots of laughs and generous amounts of food and drink. The Aria had reserved a special area with our own private bar that only added to the exclusivity of the occasion.

"So, you've directed Lindsay and now Eva" I said to David "what's next for you?"

"Another scotch." he replied

"Is that all?"

"Until the network lets us know if we got a pick-up or not."

"Any idea which way they'll go?"

David gave me a look that said it all.

"Maybe I should get another drink too." I said as I headed for the bar.

Other than a couple of crew members and their wives/significant others, the dimly lit bar was pretty much empty. At the bar, I saw the back of a brunette girl in what seemed to be black leather pants and a matching silk blouse ordering a glass of wine. 

"Seven and seven, please." I said

"Hey, the photo guy." the girl said to me as I ordered.

I turned and saw it was Eva.

"Lady Vegas herself." I replied with a smile

She chuckled at my observation.

"Looks that way, huh?" she said "What do you think of the show?"

"From what I saw of the filming it looked pretty good."

I then thought of her co-star.

"Um, w-what did you think of Lindsay?"

"She's good...real good." she said slowly and firmly.

I was happily surprised.

"Wow, you think so?"

She nodded.

"I heard all the stories, but I'll tell you..." she started as the waiter brought our drinks "I watched some episodes of her show before I signed on, she's good. I think they tried to get her for some episodes of Desperate Housewives at one time."

I was happy for what she said about Lindsay but not sure if the news she'd given me was known by anyone else, keeping quiet was my best move.

"Let me ask you, then..." she said to me "...what do you think of her?"

"Oh, uh, same as you...she's good."

Eva took a sip of her drink then put her elbow on the bar and leaned in closer to me.

"OK, but what about as a person?" she asked

"I only know her as an actress."

"Come on...you've had a fling with her, haven't you?"

"Well, what makes you think I did?"

"I could see it from the way she hugged you when we finished."

"She's just a good friend."

Eva gave me a skeptical look in return, I don't think she was buying my explanation.

"OK, what if she was more than a good friend?" I finally said

"I'd say...you're a rarity in Hollywood."

"What's that?"

"An honest man..." she said before adding "...not to mention kinda cute too."

"Well...the uh, same goes for you, doll."

It must've been the whiskey talking for me to say that!

Eva let out that giddy laugh she was famous for.

"You're funny." she said with a big smile.

"So are you."

She began to look at me closer now.

"Would you...like to go someplace a little quieter?"

I looked around at the nearly deserted bar.

"Sure. Uh, lead on, Miss Eva."

She gave me that winning smile of hers.

Eva said some quick goodbye's to people on the crew, and to David, our director (who looked like he was about to fall off the bar stool he was seated on) and we were off.

Accompanied by a hotel security guard we were led to a bank of private elevators. The guard explained it was for VIP's and enabled us to bypass going through the casino.

"Vegas thinks of everything." I said to him

"Yes sir, it does." he said as the elevator doors opened "Enjoy your evening, call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, Jack...we're all set." Eva said as she handed him what looked like a generous tip.

"So, uh, where are we headed?" I asked

I sorta knew where, but insecurity always gets the better of me.

"Someplace nice." she said with a confident smile as the doors closed.

The elevator swiftly delivered us to a top floor suite of rooms.

"My, my...so this is how the upper class lives." 

"I've gotten used to it." she replied as she turned on a few lamps and went behind the bar "Want a drink?"

"Oh, sure...a Coke would be good." I said as I looked around.

"Coke? Come on, I thought guys like you lived it up."

"OK, then...what're you having?"

"Tequila." she said with a slight sexiness in her voice, like it was meant as a come-on.

"Then a tequila, it is." 

"Great!" she said as she eagerly brought out glasses "I've been dying to try this, it's a new blend."

I was intrigued as I joined her at the bar.

"Really? How so?"

"I don't really know the specifics, but the company wants me to do ads for them."

"So I'm the guinea pig, huh?"

We both laughed.

"In a matter of speaking, yes." Eva laughed as she poured two glasses worth.

We both held our glasses up.

"Cheers to you." I said

"Salute mi amigo." Eva said in perfect Spanish.

The tequila went down smoothly.

"Man...that's nice." I said smiling.

Eva nodded and returned my smile.

"Want another one?"

"Sure." I said as she poured two more glasses "Trying to get me drunk?"

"And take advantage of you?" she replied innocently as she slid my glass to me.

We downed two more tequilas.

"Yes." she said casually as she turned her glass over. 

I looked at my now empty glass.

"I guess you're doing a good job, then." I replied.

Eva gave me a big smile, then leaned across the bar and we kissed.

"Did I do that well, too?" she asked.

"Uh...unless it's the tequila talking...I'd say you did."

"Then you should kiss me back."

"Gladly."

I kissed Eva a little more deeply, she had beautifully soft lips that tasted just slightly of tequila and lime, but what a nice taste it was!

Eva came out from behind the bar and led me to the suite's bedroom, a sly look on her face.

Her suite was furnished in shades of soft blue and white with a large bed. The huge windows showed the Vegas night in all its shades, with the stars above giving extra light.

"What do you think?" she asked

"It's...incredible." I said slowly as I looked out the window before turning to face her "I mean, I've been in Vegas before but somehow seeing it like this is...I don't know...more special."

Eva held me loosely in her arms.

"You're pretty special too, you know." she said

"Really? How so?"

"Oh, come on...do you really need to be so modest?" 

I didn't know how to respond.

"You're a great guy, don't ever doubt that." she said as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. 

We kissed again in the soft light of the room, she had a wonderful scent about her, and her lips felt even better as we kissed and my hands began to wander her body. She quietly sighed as I gingerly touched her breast through her shirt, then gave me that smile she was famous for.

"Kiss me, Jim." she said softly

We kissed long and deep this time. 

Once our lips parted, she leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

"Take you clothes off..." she whispered

I wasn't sure I heard her. I mean, I was, but did I?

"Take your clothes off." she repeated

She looked closely at me and nodded. Like she knew I wasn't sure I heard her.

"Let me help you." she said in a calm voice

Eva slid my suede jacket off and began to unbutton my shirt. The tips of her her soft fingers lightly touched my bare chest, tracing a pattern as she looked at me with her dark brown eyes.

"That feel good?" she asked with a sexy smile.

"Oh yes...very good."

"I'll make it even better." she replied as my shirt was now fully unbuttoned.

Eva now started to unbutton her own shirt, slowly opening it to reveal she'd been topless the whole evening. Her tits were a nice B size and as she hugged me and our chests were pushed together, I got an immediate hard-on. Not that everything she'd already done hadn't aroused me already.

"Mmmm...you feel nice." she said softly.

"You do too."

"Good...take your pants off, hon."

I began to unbutton my khakis and and she unsnapped her leather pants, sliding them down to reveal matching thong panties. When we were both naked she held me close again.

"Mmmmm...I love holding a man like this...feels so nice." she said softly.

My hands slowly drifted down to touch her ass, it felt nice too. I could feel the head of my dick touching warm, bare skin. She was obviously smooth as silk between her legs.

I now boldly swept her up into my arms and placed her on the bed. She was happily overwhelmed at my gesture, and as I stood by the side of the bed, she rolled onto her side and held my now fully hard manhood. She gave it a few soft strokes, looked up at me, and slid it into her mouth. She let it slide around her mouth, her cheeks expanding just slightly before letting her tongue work its magic. She moved closer to me so she could give her full attention. Now she caressed my ass.




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"You've got a nice ass too." she said with a naughty smile.

I knew my eyes were closed as she continued to lick and suck my dick.

"Oh, Eva..." I heard myself say.

Though my eyes were closed, I could feel her take my dick and rub it around her nipples. She sighed happily as she did this. I opened them now and she was sitting back on her hind legs.

"Your turn." she said with a smile

I leaned down and kissed her, she shuddered a little as my hands went down her back. I gently moved her so she lay flat on the bed and lay top her, deeply kissing all the while, our tongues merging. I started to kiss down her perfectly toned belly, her dark skin was warm and she had a beautiful, soft fragrance all about her. Her legs opened and I saw her perfectly smooth pussy before me, its lips glistening. She was very wet. I looked up at her, her eyes were slightly closed again and she was lightly touching her nipples.

My tongue touched her pussy lips and she tasted as wonderful as she smelled. I began to lick all around her, I could hear soft moans coming from her the more I licked. My tongue now penetrated her pussy and she moaned even louder. Her moans grew louder with every movement of my tongue into her. I boldly slid my finger inside her and then another, she immediately gasped and her back arched upward. A loud moan came from her as she climaxed. Once she was breathing normally I eased up and softly kissed her cheek.

"Oh, my god...that was wonderful...please...oh my god, please..." she said with a lusty look in her eyes.

I knew just what she wanted.

Eva spread her long, smoothly tanned legs and I sat up, my dick super hard now, she gave a satisfied moan as it slid into her pussy. 

With even strokes I began fucking Eva Longoria.

I pushed her legs up until she was almost folded in half, and gave then a few kisses. She moaned in response, clearly loving all my attentions to her. My arms wrapped around her back and I pulled her up til we were facing one another.

"Oh yes...oh yes...fuck me fuck me...oh yeah baby...fuck me..." she gasped.

I fucked her harder now, her moans and gasps getting louder.

Eva gave me a quick kiss.

"Fuck me doggy style..." she said quickly.

Such nasty talk from such a classy lady?

I wasn't arguing.

Eva showed her cute ass to me and I caressed it, then slid my dick back into her, she gave an even more erotic moan. I held her hips as I thrust into her.

"Oh GOD YES!!" she cried "Fuck me! FUCK ME!!"

"Yeah...fucking you...fucking you..."

"Oh yes...talk nasty...be nasty with me..."

"Be nasty?" I said with a thrust "Want me to be nasty, huh?"

"Yes...be nasty!"

"Fucking your Latina ass?"

"Fuck my Latina ass!"

"Fuck your Mexican ass?"

"Fuck my Mexican ass!"

"Oh yeah...you're a good Mexican fuck..." I said, adding a slap on her ass for effect.

"Oh yeah..." she said before looking over her shoulder at me and giving me that look she was famous for "...you know it!"

I pulled out of her and she turned around, gently pushing me onto my back, and mounting my dick. She looked hot as she bounced up and down on it, then romantic as she leaned down and we kissed deeply.

"That feel good?" she whispered in my ear.

I could only nod in response.

Eva gritted her teeth and continued rocking on my dick, giving little erotic grunts with every move.

I could hold back no more.

"Gonna cum...gonna cum..."

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Ohhhhhhyesssssss!" she cried "I feel it! Oh god I feel it!"

She slowly fell onto me, we were a mass of gasping, erotic heat as we lay together.

"Wow..." she said breathlessly "...that was great!"

Eva and I lay together in bed, she still felt warm and soft, even her perfume still hung in the air of the quiet room.

"I didn't think it would be this great." she finally said as she sat up and lightly traced her finger on my chest.

"That makes 2 of us." I said.

She gave me a cute smile and lay her head on my chest.

"Um...c-can I ask you something?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything." she replied

"Um...y-you had what looked like..."

"Red marks? Like burns?"

"Yes."

"Souvenir of a bad marriage." she said.

"What were they? If you don't mind my asking."

"One was a cross, the other was my exes initials and mine..." she said "...now removed."

She then sat up and turned her head.

"There's also one more..." she said as she pulled her hair to the side and showed another red mark "...this was his number when he played."

"Ah, I see..."

"So, what souvenirs do you have?" she said with a smile as she lay back down.

"None...I never had the urge to do that. Plus my Mom would probably kill me if I did...unless you count these..."

I pulled back the bed covers and showed her the scars on my upper leg and knee.

"Souvenir of my near-death experience." I said.

Eva gasped as she gently touched my leg.

"How'd that happen?" she asked

"Well, long story but I got caught in some crossfire."

"You were in Iraq? Afghanistan?"

"Try downtown LA."

Eva's eyes widened.

"There was a shooting at the County Courthouse a while back..."

"Yes! I remember that! You were there?"

I nodded.

"My god...you're one lucky guy."

I didn't have a snappy reply at the ready.

"Looks like it."

"I won't ask any more about it." she said quickly, like she didn't want to bring up any bad memories.

"No, I don't mind, it was a very strange time to say the least...but you're right, I'm, uh, lucky to be here."

Eva gave me another soft kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, you are." she said softly.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 73



Hollywood certainly had its share of secrets and secret keepers. Being one of them wasn't something I aspired to, I just lucked into it. Eventually though, someone talks and secrets are no more. Gossip columnists and bloggers can often control a town more than the politicians can, so their work was certainly made for the small screen. Lindsay Lohan had been a friend for some time, but we never saw ourselves as a couple and our meetings were never planned. I actually liked it that way, and I think she did too. She liked knowing someone who wasn't all that "connected" as it were, respected her as a person, and seemed to know what being a friend meant. Her road had been a bumpy and well-documented one as we all know. But she'd managed to skillfully reinvent herself for the TV series "Blind Item" playing a New York gossip columnist. 

After 3 seasons in New York, the producers decided to move production to Los Angeles, something she was against. She liked living in New York and was nervous about her old demons resurfacing if she returned to LA. Plus she had some big movie offers coming her way as a result of the show's success. So she boldly decided to leave the series, her character of Paula Mallory would leave the gossip world of New York City for the relative anonymity of upstate New York. That part was her idea. When the show filmed its season finale in Las Vegas and introduced its spinoff series "Lady Vegas" that starred Eva Longoria, she tearfully broke the news to me of her departure from the series. 

As a way of keeping things interesting, the producers' (who'd also had some big offers come their way) crafted a unique deal from the network to keep the show going. "Blind Item" would continue as a series of made for TV movies, and be a revival of the "mystery movie of the week" concept that had been popular back in the 1970's. The idea here was that they could attract an equally popular star to the part and not tie them down to a weekly series. Various names were tossed around that included Jennifer Love Hewitt, Kaley Cuoco, Ashley Tisdale and at one point, Paris Hilton (the theory there being why not have someone who was a staple of the gossip pages play a gossip columnist? It worked once, right? Good sense prevailed and the casting department moved on, no offense to Paris but in this case I was sorta glad about that. I think she was too). Instead, the producers went in an unexpected direction, they ditched the idea of occasional movies and kept the series going in New York City, choosing a relative unknown for the part, ex-Cheetah Girl Adrienne Bailon.

Artists Unlimited's chief (and my boss) Chuck Tyler, was at his chest-thumping best when he heard a client of the agency got the part. Her career had been stalled while at Famous Artists and he thought she was due for some kind of boost. So a lead role in a series was perfect. but his second in command Jeff Murphy was a little wary. Even though the merger of Artists Unlimited with its New York counterpart, Famous Artists, had just gone through, there were still question marks. One of them was the status of Scott Jackson, our top agent in the New York office. As a result of the merger, Scott was out at Artists Unlimited. I had only met him once before so I really hadn't formed an opinion of him yet, all I knew was his name created a kind of ripple effect of uncertainty within the office, I don't know why, it just did. Even more so now that he was a "free agent" as it were. To Chuck, it didn't matter. He was just glad to be rid of his East Coast nemesis, merger or no merger.

"Don't ask me why, but I just think that guy is bad news." Jeff said to me as I prepared to return to New York to work on episodes of the series that would introduce Adrienne's character; gossip columnist Veronica "Ronnie" Rivera.

"You really think so?" 

"Hell, yeah I think so!" he said in an urgent tone of voice "All he needs is the pencil-thin mustache and greasy hair to complete the look. You saw the way Chuck acted when we left the meeting and he was just arriving."

"Wasn't he supposed to get some kind of production deal through Famous Artists? I thought that was their plan."

"Nothing's been announced yet, there's not even a rumor of his future plans" he added. 

"I wouldn't worry about it, he's probably just, uh, more ambitious than the rest of us." I said, trying to sound confident.

Jeff just stared at me now.

"Oh, boy do you have a lot to learn." He said with a chuckle as he left my office.

The New York set of "Blind Item" was a hubbub of activity when I arrived a few days later. The show's PR rep was nowhere to be found so at least I got the chance to wander a little around the set until I heard a gruff sounding woman behind me.

"Who the fuck are you? How'd you get in here?" she yelled

I quickly explained where I was from.

"Great..." she groaned "this is all I need right now...OK, uh, we're doing a set-up over there." She said pointing to a group of cameramen "Try to stay out of the way."

As she stalked off, I gave her my best military salute.

The camera guys on the truck were friendly enough and gave me a perfect spot for photos. It was from here I saw Adrienne come on the set, she looked great in a black leather trench coat and matching boots. But I'd forgotten how short she was! She was met by someone who appeared to be the director along with the PR rep I'd met earlier. They conversed for a second before the director left and the PR rep pointed to the camera rig I was on, Adrienne's eyes lit up as she spotted me.

"Hey, what're you doing up there?" she yelled

"My job." I yelled back.

"Get down here!" she said happily.

As I climbed down, the camera guys looked at me with a mix of envy and confusion, who was this guy?

"Oh, so good to see you again." she said happily as we hugged. 

"You, too...how long has it been?"

"Too long, babe." she said with that cool voice of hers.

The last time we'd seen one another had been when her friend Kim Kardashian rescued me at LAX and she just happened to be along for the ride. It led to us seeking refuge at my place from a torrential rainstorm that hit L.A. 

"So how do you like being a TV star?" I asked

"Hey, I'm not a star just yet" she said before adding "that's your department."

"Oh, really? I'm the star...that's rich."

"Of course you are!" she said with a laugh "OK, I've got a scene to do...you'll be around, right?"

"Sure, I'm a star remember?" I said sarcastically

Adrienne smiled widely as she went to meet with the director.

One drawback of my job was that I never got to see scripts so I had no idea what was going on in the shows or movies I photographed. I usually had to guess by what the director set up with camera crews, or maybe catch a bit of dialogue, and then hope for the best.

For this scene, Adrienne's character would be deep in conversation with a NYPD Detective at the scene of a traffic accident that was somehow connected to a story she was working on. Like I said, not seeing scripts made it tough to figure out what was going on. Maybe it was for the better, I wouldn't be accosted for inside dirt on story lines.

"OK, everybody that's a wrap for today!" I heard the director say over a bullhorn.

There was some clapping and then the quick activity of breaking down equipment. I'd gotten some good shots of Adrienne but hated the angle I'd been forced to shoot from. 

Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

The production coordinator found me just as I got off the camera truck.

"Jim! Glad I found you." she began "Sorry I was a little rude to you earlier, Adrienne wants to meet you in her bus."

"Her bus?" I said, with surprise.

"Yes, you heard that right." she replied in a seen-it-all tone "It's more of an RV but it's around the corner, number 77."

Sure enough, around the corner from where we'd been shooting were several RV's and #77 was just where I'd been told it would be.

I knocked on the door and it quickly opened, revealing a burly bodyguard.

"Yeah?" he grunted

"I was told to meet Adrienne here." I said meekly

"He's cool, Andre!" I heard from inside. 

Andre looked me up and down and stepped outside. 

Adrienne's RV was a mix of scattered clothing, makeup, coffee cups and take-out food containers. 

"Be out in a sec!" I heard her say from the back. 

Adrienne came out carrying two shirts.

"Which one's better?" she asked

One was a silky blue blouse, the other a vintage Kiss t-shirt.

"Well, I was never a Kiss fan so, go with the blouse." I said

Adrienne looked at both, then frowned.

"Lemme show you one other shirt." she said as she quickly went into the back of the RV "I'm trying to find something that goes with the pants." she said from the back.

"What kind of pants are we talking about?"

She poked her head around the corner of the door frame.

"Leather, of course!" she giggled

"Oh, right...how silly of me."

I could hear her laughing.

She returned wearing a vintage Police shirt with the blue, yellow and red stripes from the "Synchronicity" tour that accentuated her curves.

"Hey...now we're talking!" I said

"Cool!" she said happily as she grabbed a matching leather jacket "Let's go, I'm buying you dinner, babe." 

"Lead on, senorita."

A quick cab ride and we were outside the Empire Bar & Grill. It looked like a very blue collar bar from what I could see. Inside it was a rowdy rock and roll joint.

"I love this place!" Adrienne shouted over the music "They make the best burgers!"

She was right.

We quickly chowed down on their specialty burger that was loaded with everything imaginable.

"How can you stay so thin after all that?" I asked as we walked out an hour later, feeling stuffed from the burgers.

"Oh, it's easy for me...it's a reward to myself."

"So you starve yourself the rest of the week?"

Adrienne laughed

"No! It's like portion control, I guess. I picked it up from my Cheetah Girl days."

"Ah! The lasting souvenir, huh?"

"Almost!" she laughed again as she clutched my arm and held it close to her.

We walked along the New York streets, now gradually dying down as the hour drew late.

"It's so good to see you again, Jim. We really should stay in touch more." she said in a softer tone.

"Where to from here?" I asked

Adrienne turned and wrapped her arms around me.

"Maybe...my place?" she said

"Maybe...we should."

I leaned down and we kissed. 

Her key unlocked a studio apartment, comfortable but sparsely furnished.

"Want a glass of wine?" 

"Sure." I replied "This is a cool little place."

"Thanks, I share it with another friend. She's out in LA now."

"Kinda small for two people." I said as I looked around the cramped space.

"Not really, she's out in LA most of the time, I'm traveling a lot too. So we're hardly ever here at the same time." she said "And even if we were, I can always crash with my sister or my Mom. Or she'll be with her parents."

"That's a good arrangement."

Adrienne returned with glasses of wine.

"Might not last, you know. If the series gets a full go I might get a place of my own." she said as she sat down on a large brown suede couch and I joined her.

"Well, then...here's to TV success." I said as we clinked our glasses.

She smiled widely at me as she sipped her drink, then loosened a bow holding her thick brown hair and shook it free.

"Y-you look a lot prettier with your hair loose."

"Think so?"

I nodded.

Adrienne responded by gathering her hair up in a clump and playfully tossing it for my amusement.

"Still look good?" she asked

"Still looks good." I replied, not missing a beat.

Adrienne smiled and playfully rested her head on the back of the couch while looking at me.

"It's been too long, Jim. You know that?" she said with a sense of longing "How come you're not out here more? We'd have fun!"

"I guess my work takes me where it takes me, don't get me wrong I love New York too."

Adrienne put down her glass and leaned in close to me.

"And I love you too...you know, the way you make me feel. Kim was so right about you."

I was trying to find the right words.

"Well...what did she say about me?"

Adrienne softly kissed my lips.

"She said you were a sweet guy...who made her feel special..."

"I guess that describes me...pretty well."

Adrienne leaned in close to my ear.

"She said you were a good lover too." she whispered "I agree..."

I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed deeply.

"Would you like to see...the bedroom?"

I nodded.

We both stood and she led me to her bedroom. It wasn't very "Hollywood" by any means. The room was lit by a single lamp and the bed was covered with a store bought fleece blanket with a zebra stripe design, a few clothes were scattered on it and a nearby chair. In the corner was a small flat screen TV. In short, it looked like a single girls' bedroom.

"I hope you don't mind the clutter." she said as she held me gently.

"Nah, you can always blame it on your roommate."

She giggled in response. 

Adrienne and I kissed deeply and my hands went down to her hips, I gingerly reached for the sides of her t-shirt. Her eyes closed slightly and she let out an erotic sigh as it went up and over her head, showing a black satin bra. As I looked into her brown eyes, I slipped the straps down and reached around her back for whatever clasp was there, but she stopped me.

"It's in the front." she said with a smile.

Her bra unsnapped in the front, just like in a porn film. I didn't think those were for real. 

The "snap" of the clasp seemed to echo in the room, even the sirens outside seemed distant.

"I won't say where I've seen a bra like this before."

"Oh, I can guess..." she said with a smile.

Again, she let out a very erotic sigh as her 34C breasts were freed and thrust them out slightly. I immediately began to caress them, her nipples felt so good in my fingers.

"Mmmm...so good, baby...ohhh..." she sighed "Let me put something else on, I'll be right back."

"No..." I said "Stay here...undress for me."

Adrienne looked a little confused, then gave me a sly smile, like she knew this would be fun.

"I will if you will..." she said with that same smile

For once, I didn't hesitate in answering.

"If you insist..." 

Just as my shirt came off, I saw Adrienne unsnap her leather pants and slide them down her legs, revealing black thong panties. She slowly slid those down as I slid my underwear down.

We were both naked in front of each other.

Even though it had been some time, Adrienne's naturally tanned skin looked as beautiful as I remembered. She took a few steps toward me and we embraced.

"Ohhh...you feel so nice, Jim..." she whispered.

"You do too." I replied as my hand went down her back and felt her smooth, soft ass, she let out a soft moan as I felt it. We kissed, our tongues touching. My dick was quickly getting hard the more it touched her body. I felt her hand gripping it as we kissed.

"Mmmmm...this feels nice." she said looking up at me "Wonder what I should do with it?"

"Maybe give it a kiss?"

"Thought you'd never ask." she said as she slowly knelt down.

I felt her kiss my balls, then slowly begin to kiss and lick up the length of my dick before giving extra attention to the head. She looked up at me the whole time before letting it slowly enter her mouth. Seeing her cherry-red lips around my dick only heightened the sensation. She began to move up and down, her tongue swirling around inside. She then stood and began to stroke my dick as she kissed me again.

"Ready for more?" she whispered.

"Are you?"

Adrienne's eyes closed slightly.

"Oh, yes...I want you so much, Jim..."

We moved onto her bed, I stretched out and Adrienne moved between my legs and resumed her oral artistry on me. She gave me little looks throughout, even gently rubbing my dick on her tits.

"This feels nice." she said with a flirty smile.

"My turn." I said.

"Oooh, what do you have in mind?"

"Only fair I should return the favor." I said as I sat up.

Now it was Adrienne's turn to stretch out on the bed, her legs spread and a beautifully smooth pussy presenting itself to me in the slightly dim light. It didn't matter, I kissed all around her pussy before teasing her with a finger. She gave out a series of moans and gasps.

"Uh-huh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." she moaned "Oh baby...oh yesss..."

Now my tongue entered her love nest, I swirled it around inside her, her pussy juices tasted so nice. Her moans were non-stop now, and getting more impassioned.

"Oh yes...uh-huh...oh yes...oh yes...OH YES...OHHHHHHHHHGODDDDDD!"

Her body suddenly jerked upward as she climaxed.

I looked up from between her legs and she was sitting up on her elbows, looking at me, a satisfied smile on her face. Make that a very satisfied smile that dissolved into giggles as I slowly crept up and we kissed.

As our lips parted, she looked at me, a little nod of her head said it all. She leaned over to a bedside table and pulled out a small package.

"I'm on the pill and all, but I want to play it safe." she said softly as she took out a condom.

I nodded.

"I also like putting it on." she added with a little smile.

My dick was soon wrapped and ready to go, so was Adrienne.

I was on top of her and my dick slid effortlessly into her pussy. Her mouth opened slightly and a long slow moan came out.

I started to fuck her slowly, her legs soon wrapped around me, my arms around her and we were joined as one. Every few seconds we kissed before another thrust into her. I was pulling her closer and closer to me as we fucked.

"Yes...yes...yes...oh god yes...oh...oh...oh..oh yeah...oh yes..." she said quickly and passionately.

I pulled her up and we were in a sitting position, her legs still wrapped around me, she was one flexible little girl I'll say that! I kissed her deeply, our tongues merging. I went down to her tits and eagerly sucked and caressed them as best I could. She was still keeping up steady series of moans and gasps the more I fucked her. She finally pushed me down on the bed and was on top of me. She began to rock and grind herself on my dick, running her hands down my chest. Her tits were bouncing freely as she did this and she was loving it. The more she did, the more she laughed as wave after wave of pleasure came over her.

"Come on, babe...fuck me doggie style." she said as she climbed off and showed her cute ass to me.

She let out a low grunt as I entered her.

"Oh yeah...fuck me baby!"

I remembered the little Puerto Rico flag tattoo on her ass cheek.

"Still got that tattoo, huh, senorita?" I said.

"Uh-huh...fuck me Jim...just fuck me!"

I rammed into her again, making her gasp loudly. She sat up a little and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Like that, babe?" she asked

I leaned down and whispered in her ear;

"Do you...need to ask?"

Adrienne gave me another moan and slowly slid down onto her side. I held her this way and continued to slowly fuck her, holding her tits and kissing her neck. It felt more romantic being this way. 

"Soooo goood..." she moaned

I could feel an explosion building inside me.

"Gonna cum babe..." 

"Yes...oh do it...oh do it..." she moaned.

I climaxed with her.

Adrienne and I lay in bed, I continued to hold her close.

"Ohhh...that felt beautiful." she said softly.

We soon dozed off.

A phone awakened me. I barely felt Adrienne get out of bed to answer it.

"Hello? Hey! Hi!" she said cheerfully "Uh-huh...right...Oh my God! Thank you so much!"

She dashed back into the bedroom and leaped onto the bed.

"Babe! Guess what! The show got picked up for a full season!" she said excitedly.

"Whoa...that's great!" I said sleepily as I rubbed my eyes.





Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 73



"I'm so glad you were here, I'm so happy!" she said as she kissed me.

"You're a TV star."

Adrienne was beaming.

"So how should we celebrate?" I asked.

Adrienne whispered in my ear.

"That sounds like a good idea." I said.

What did she say? I'll keep that a secret.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 74



In all the time I'd been with Artists Unlimited, there were still instances when I'd be surprised by some revelation about the company. There were the little ones, like how they still did advertising photos at times or their investment in a workout club called Malibu Fitness.

And then there was Gary Mackas.

I met Gary accidentally in Jeff Murphy's office one morning. To me, he seemed a little obnoxious, but harmless. Then Jeff explained how Gary was a link to the agency's beginnings and how the skin trade had been part of that. Gary ran VCX Productions which did a lot of adult programming online and on cable. It was a part of the agency Jeff kept quiet about. It seemed the arrangement was so quiet, the only time it was acknowledged was once a year when Gary came in to renew his contract with us. I didn't even know who their contact was within the agency, it might've been Jeff for all I knew. But it was through Gary that I met the lovely and mysterious Laura Austin. And the more I learned about her business, the more I agreed with Jeff that a code of silence was in our best interests. 

So it was quite a surprise when my cellphone buzzed.

"Heyyyyy...Hollywood Jim!"

"Yes?" I replied to the unfamiliar voice 

"Gary Mackas, you remember me."

"Oh, yes...right."

"Got an offer for you that's once in a lifetime, well, once a year actually."

"Uh-huh."

"It's the company's anniversary party and you, my friend, are invited."

I didn't know weather to accept or not.

"Uh, right...well, uh..." I stumbled for a response. On the one hand it was potentially a good time, but I'd never been to one of Gary's parties and my opinion of Gary to begin with was, let's say, sketchy at best.

"You gotta come, man! All the girls will be here, I think you know one of them."

"I do?"

"Yeah, uh, Laura, Laura Austin! She was with me the day we met. Remember?"

"I remember."

"Awesome! See you Saturday, then!"

"Wait a minute! I..."

Too late, his phone clicked off.

I tried calling the number I had for Laura, but that just went to voicemail. So much for that idea.

Time to move on to option 2.

"Option 2" was rather easy, I'd make an appearance at the party, stick around awhile, then make a (hopefully) graceful exit.

I still needed the address, though.

"Where does Gary Mackas live?" I asked Jeff on my way out.

"You're kidding?"

"What?"

"He called you?"

"Yes."

"His Anniversary party?"

I nodded.

"You're going?"

A sense of dread now came over me.

"Uh-huh."

Cautiously, he scribbled down an address.

"Be careful what you say or do." he said 

That night, my phone rang.

"Gary invited you, huh?"

It was Laura Austin.

"Yes, and I'm starting to wonder if I should've declined the invitation." I said

"Well...Gary's largely harmless." she said "I think it'll be good for you to be there. We can look out for each other, how 'bout that?"

"What should I expect? Or is that a dumb question?"

"It'll be OK, babe." she said reassuringly before adding "Look, if I thought otherwise I'd tell you."

"OK, see you there."

The next day, I drove to the address Jeff had given me. It turned out to be the parking lot of a coffee shop where a white GMC Denali was waiting for me, along with a 1970's era Corvette convertible. Casually leaning against the back, was Laura Austin, wearing a tight blue designer dress.

"Hiya, Hollywood." she said with a smile as she opened the passenger door of the Denali "I think you know my friends."

I looked inside and found her occasional "conspirators" Vicki the leggy blonde and Rita, the sexy redhead.

"Hi, Hollywood!" they said in unison.

I could only smile.

"You get to be our driver." she said as she tossed the keys to me "You did such a good job last time."

"You're not afraid to leave the 'Vette here?"

"Nah, the owners here know me, they'll look after it."

It turned out only Laura knew the true location of Gary's house. Once we got past the gates, we pulled up to a ordinary looking ranch house that seemed to have been built in the late 50's.

"This is Gary's place?" 

"Yeah, the skin trade did well for him, huh?" Rita said to me as she got out.

The front doors opened and we were lead out to the pool area. A DJ was at work spinning tunes, a slip and slide was on the lawn,     and water polo going on in the pool.

The only thing different was that every girl there was either topless or nude. Gary was seated in a big throne chair overseeing everything, drink in hand, cigar close by, topless beauties at his beck and call feeding him grapes like he was some kind of emperor. Which in a sense, he was. 

"Heyyyyy! Hollywood Jim! You made it!" he yelled out, making more than a few turn their heads in my direction "...and you brought some friends too!"

"What do you think?" Rita said to Laura.

"We're good, I got the security code." she replied.

"Security code?" I asked.

"Something we hopefully won't need. We're cool. I gotta get ready." she said as she walked off with Rita. Before I could say anything Gary showed up.

"Let's get a drink, Jimmy." Gary said as he put his big arm around Vicki and led us to his topless bartender. 

"Wet their whistles, uh...uh..." he said trying to remember her name.

"Donna." she replied, sounding a little annoyed "What'll it be?"

"Whatever they want!" Gary said boisterously "Enjoy yourself, Jimmy boy! Feel free to...feel the girls freely!" he laughed as he slapped our backs and staggered back to his throne.

Vicki and I looked at each other.

"See this a lot?" I asked.

"More than you think, let's find someplace a little quieter." 

Vicki led me to a spot not far from the pool.

"So, the last time I saw you was at a hotel somewhere, right?" she said

"Right, it was the first time I met Laura. Well, I'd met her earlier that day."

"How'd that happen?"

"Uh, our host here brought her into the office as his new starlet du jour."

Vicki laughed.

"He did that to me too!" she laughed

"Really? How?"

"Oh, sugar, that's a long story!" she said as she got closer to me "But now, I wanna ask you something."

I could sense what she had in mind.

"You wanna fuck?" she whispered in my ear.

"W-w-where's Laura? She'd want to be part of this."

Vicki smiled.

"She's the special gift for Gary."

"Special gift?"

"Uh-huh...and I think it's coming this way."

I looked over and saw a giant cake being brought in by girls dressed in Egyptian garb. Just then, huge, dramatic music blasted on the sound system. The cake was placed in front of "Emperor Gary" and with an explosion of confetti, the top of the cake popped open to reveal Laura dressed as some sort of Cleopatra.

"Brilliant understatement." I said to Vicki.

"Oh, I can tell she's loving this!" she laughed.

We were both laughing as she did a bump and grind routine to "Walk Like an Egyptian" slowly stripping off her costume until she was nude, shoving her tits into Gary's face. He was loving every minute of it.

"Like I said, brilliant understatement."

Vicki laughed.

"Let the feast begin!" Gary yelled out once he stopped laughing .

Gary had a feast spread out before us that had everyone scrambling. My trick here was to wait until the "rush hour" ended. The pickings might not be as good but it was an easy way to not over-stuff myself.

In the meantime, I'll get another drink. I was about to offer the same to Vicki, but she'd disappeared suddenly. And Rita was nowhere to be found either.

Why I didn't go back to the same bartender I don't know but another bar was setup closer to the house and I went to that one. As the bartender got my drink, I glanced inside the house and could see the double front doors were open enough to see the driveway. At that moment, a huge Mercedes limo that had to be of 1960's vintage pulled up, it's passenger door opened and out stepped...Scott Jackson.

"What the hell's he doing here?" I thought.

I had to make a snap decision, leave or stay? I had to stay since I'd driven Laura and the girls here, maybe if I stay outside and out of sight, he won't see me.

An hour or two later, the sun was setting and I was slowly coming down from the meal. Laura came over and joined me. She was wearing a simple black bikini and carrying a small backpack-like bag.

"So, like my cake routine?" she asked

"Babe, it was truly scrumptious." I replied before a loud belch came out.

Laura practically fell over laughing.

"Where you been anyway? You did your little routine and disappeared."

"Fulfilling my obligations here."

"In other words, don't ask?"

"Exactly." she said as she took a sip of wine "So, Mr. Hollywood...still have some energy left?"

"For what?"

"For a swim with me?"

I looked around at the nearly deserted pool area. Anyone left had gone inside for a movie screening.

"Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly.

"Sure" she said softly "Come on..."

Laura began to untie her bikini and softly slid her beautifully naked body into the shallow end of the pool. I looked around again and took my clothes off quickly, joining her just as silently. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close.

"I'm not a good swimmer so we'll have to stay here." she said.

"That's fine...sit on my lap."

"Ooh, thought you'd never ask." she smiled.

As we kissed, our hands felt each other, mine went for her gorgeous tits. She immediately smiled and threw her head back. My dick was getting harder by the second, and she knew it. I remembered how we'd fucked in that huge shower at the Beverly Hills Hotel, how incredible that was, I wanted to relive it.

"I wanna fuck you." I whispered in her ear.

"I wanna fuck you too." she replied in that sexy Texas twang she turned on so effortlessly.

I felt her hand on my dick.

"Mmmm...so nice and hard." she whispered.

Laura's hand continued to hold my dick and she worked it into her pussy. Her eyes closed slightly and a sexy moan came from her as I filled her up.

"Ohhhhyessss..."

She began to move up and down on my dick, her tits bobbing to the surface. I pulled her closer so I could suck on her nipples, she always loved that. Her hands caressed my head as I sucked.

"Yesss...suck my boobs...suck 'em...oh yesss..." 

She continued to rock back and forth on my dick. The night sky above only heightened the ecstasy we were feeling at this moment.

I don't know if it was the food, the booze, Laura or all of the above but I could feel my explosion building much faster than usual.

I'd barely had time to say "Gonna cum babe..." before I exploded inside Laura's pussy.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, then looked at me, smiling.

"Wow, you were...pretty fired up."

"I'm sorry...I..."

Laura held my chin up.

"It's okay , hon." she said with a kiss added "I feel great."

She softy kissed me and we held each other in the water.

It was a few minutes later I heard someone quickly walking across the lawn. It was Vicki.

"Hey, I just got a code red, we gotta get outta here."

"Shit!" Laura said as she moved off me and out of the pool, yanking open her bag and quickly putting on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt.

"What's a code red?" I said as I started to do the same, my clothes clinging to my wet body.

"It's a message from Elizabeth, the place is about to be raided soon and we've gotta get out, fast." Laura said as we quickly ran up towards the house

"Jesus!" I said as I stumbled behind them.

"Where's Rita?" Vicki said fearfully.

"Oh my god...I don't know!" Laura replied with the same tone "I thought she was with you!" 

We dashed into the house where the raucous party was still going on, Gary grabbed me as I ran in.

"Heyyy...Hollywood! Where ya been, pal?" he slurred "I gotta girl that's dyin' to meetcha!"

"Next time, Gary! Where's Rita?"

"Who? Riva?"

"No!" I yelled as I pushed him off me.

Just then I heard a woman scream from upstairs;

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

I ran for the stairs, pushing a few semi-clothed people out of the way. Down the hallway I heard a crash and an angry male voice. Followed by another woman's scream of pain and a door slamming. Vicki was on the floor holding her arm. The door to the room was locked but I somehow found the power to crash into it like the New York Giants player I'd always wanted to be, it exploded off its hinges.

On a large king size bed was a nude male on top of a female who was struggling and screaming.

It was Rita.

"GET OFFA HER!" I snarled.

The male turned to me.

It was Scott Jackson.

"GET YER OWN BITCH!" he yelled as he slapped her.

It didn't look like he recognized me.

All the better.

I stomped over to him and grabbed the back of his hair, making him scream.

"I SAID....GET OFF HER!" I yelled.

But as I grabbed his hair, I heard a tearing sound, like when clothes are ripped, and I was suddenly holding a fistful of black hairpiece. 

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Scott yelled as he looked at me, his eyes burning with rage.

Where or how I got this, I don't know. There's legends of mothers finding superhuman strength when their child is in danger, I now believed in those legends.

Scott Jackson leaped up and came at me, I went into some kind of combat stance, grabbed his arm and whirled him around, crashing into furniture. Laura appeared in the doorway and she somehow turned into Wonder Woman, leaping onto his back and digging her nails into his face, making him scream even more. Scott fell backwards and they crashed onto the bed, collapsing the box spring. She didn't care. He rolled off her and came at me again.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" he yelled as he came at me.

I raised my fists and connected with his cheek.

DAMN! That hurt!

Scott was only momentarily stunned and he continued towards me.

"MOTHERFUCKIN' AGENCY!" he yelled

Again, I went into combat stance and barreled at Scott, but this time he was ready, he grabbed my arm, tossed me aside, and I hit the floor hard.

"You little shit!" he snarled "I shoulda done this a long time ago!"

I turned over fast, threw my leg up, and my foot connected with Scott's "family jewels" as he tried to grab me. 

Scott's face went white, he grabbed his crotch and fell to his knees. He then vomited on the very large, very expensive, Persian rug.

Rita and Laura had made it off the wreckage of the bed and were in the doorway with Vicki, looking at us.

"Come on, Jim! Let's go!" Vicki yelled

I stumbled to my feet but Scott did too.

"GET BACK HERE!" He snarled behind me.

His attempt to get me ended when he screamed out in pain and stumbled backwards again. Apparently the crash I'd heard was a gumball machine hitting the floor, Scott had stepped on the glass pieces, then slipped on the gumballs. He now lay in a naked heap on the wrecked bed. 

Laura, Vicki, Rita and I dashed down the hallway and the stairs, the partygoers seemed oblivious to anything upstairs. Out the front door we ran to our SUV. I turned the key and the big Denali roared to life. I pulled out of the driveway as best I could, trying not to hit any other cars there, even Scott's limo (I do have some appreciation for vintage cars, despite their owners). Once we were at the end of it, the question was which direction to go, where would the cops be coming from?

"Right or left?" I said out loud.

"Turn right!" Vicki said.

But my ears told me otherwise. It wasn't sirens, just what seemed like a lot of cars coming this way.

"I'm goin' left!"

I turned left, hit the gas, and the Denali shot forward.

A side street suddenly appeared on the right and I turned down it. Once we were out of sight of the main road, I stopped the car and shut off the lights while we all caught our breath.

"Everybody here?" I said calmly.

The girls all nodded or said a quiet "yes". I think I even saw one do the sign of the cross. 

I looked in the mirror and saw several cars go by up the road, lights flashing but no sirens.

I turned to Laura, seated next to me.

"Let's get the hell outta here."

We rode in silence back to the coffee shop where our cars were still as we left them. Rita still seemed shaken by what happened.

"Why don't we all go to my place, it might be safer there." I said

"Good idea." Vicki replied.

Rita and Laura nodded.

The security guy in my building's garage luckily didn't look twice when he saw my Mercedes drive in followed by Vicki and Rita in the big Denali and Laura's snarling Corvette.

I kept the lights low in my apartment, Rita immediately lay down on the couch and was soon asleep. Smokie the cat joined her.

"Looks like you really moved up in the world." Laura said as she looked around.

"Yeah, taking pictures paid off for me."

"Jim, you got any ice? My wrist is really sore all of a sudden." Vicki said from the kitchen.

"In the freezer."

"I better call in, let them know we're OK." Laura said as she got out her phone.

She made a quick call, only saying "message received, will call in the morning" before hanging up.

"So, can I ask what code red means?"

"It's what you think it is, a code from Elizabeth if we need to get out fast." Vicki said as she sat down with a glass of wine, holding ice on her wrist.

"It's set for all our phones." Laura added.

"How would she know if a raid was gonna happen?"

"Trust me Jim, she knows." said Vicki

Laura sat close to me again and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you for what you did, Jim." she said calmly "You're a real lifesaver."

"Amen to that" Vicki said as raised her glass "Did you know that guy? Seems like he knew you."

I took deep breath.

"Yeah, long story how."

"Tell us, we're not going anywhere." Laura said with a smile.

"Well, his name is Scott Jackson. And the short version is he was with Artists Unlimited in the New York office. When the merger went through, he got kicked out and he didn't take it too well, obviously."

Rita was awake now and softly stroking Smokie while she listened.

"Anyway..." I continued "I saw Scott's car pull up while you three were..."

"Let's just say busy." Laura said as she sipped her wine. 

"Right, but I can't figure out why he was there. He's got no connection to Gary's company. None that I know of."

"Gary must've invited him, right?" Laura said looking at Vicki, who was just as clueless.

"I was led to believe he was getting a development deal somewhere. So being mixed up with someone like him doesn't look right if he's trying to get a deal." I said "Either way, that's the last party I go to at Gary's."

Rita sat up now.

"What's that guy's name again?" she asked sleepily.

"Scott Jackson." I replied

"I know that name from somewhere." she said.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, I do too." added Laura who started to examine her cellphone intently.

Vicki now joined Rita on the couch

"You okay?" she asked her.

"Yeah, thanks to the Karate Kid here." she replied, looking at me and making us all laugh. 

"You're all welcome to stay the night here." I said

"Thanks, babe." Vicki replied. 

"There's still a few gentlemen in this town." Laura added with a reassuring smile.

All three spent the night at my place, Laura slept with me but we were too exhausted to do anything, though seeing her slowly disrobe and join me in bed was extremely erotic, as was her whispering in my ear that she'd make it up to me as she gently caressed my dick . 

I must admit, it felt kinda neat to have 3 ladies cook my breakfast before they left. And I couldn't help but wonder if any other residents wondered who the three ladies who left my apartment could be. As I grabbed my cellphone and messenger bag, I saw there were several incoming text messages, all from Chuck Tyler.

"MY OFFICE, ASAP!" read every one.

I walked into Chuck's office that morning and saw him slumped in his chair idly channel switching. Jeff Murphy was there, along with the agency's lawyer, Michael Baldwin.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 74



"Incredible...absolutely fucking incredible...look at this, Jim." he said without looking at me.

Every channel he switched to were images of Police lights flashing outside the same house and words like "HOLLYWOOD PRODUCER'S HOME RAIDED" "DRUGS, & PROSTITUTION AT PRODUCER'S HOME" "POLICE RAID" scrolling on the bottom of the screen.

"You know what these all have in common?" he asked, still not looking at me.

"Uh, what?"

"You know what's incredible?" he added

"What?"

"That once again...you have caused an incredible FUCK UP AT OUR EXPENSE!" he roared.

"JUST WHEN I THINK YOU CAN'T DO ANY WORSE, YOU DO!!!"

"Chuck, l-let me explain..."

"WHAT GOES THROUGH YOUR MIND?"

I was speechless.

"How do you know I was there?"

"Oh!" he said matter of factly "Gary's lawyer called me...from the Prison lock-up no less! He said Gary didn't see you getting the once-over from the LAPD and wondered why not!" he yelled "We get these invitations every year from that sleazebag and every year, I find a reason NOT to go, but you...Noooo! You decide to go even after Jeff told you to be careful!" 

"What was I supposed to do?"

"You could've gracefully declined! Tell him you got the flu! Getting your hair done! Or made an appearance, then left after saying hello to the host! Jesus Christ! First, your little fling in Mexico nearly costs us the Pepsi account, then we get sued and you get shot by some crazy guy..."

"Who used to be YOUR partner!" I yelled back "Or do I need to show you the hardware I got as a result?"

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW THIS LOOKS? HOW MY ASS IS ONCE AGAIN IN A SLING THANKS TO YOU? NEW YORK HASN'T CALLED ME YET BUT I KNOW THEY WILL AND I'M GONNA HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR YOU ONCE AGAIN!"

Chuck continued to scream and yell until I could take no more.

"CHUCK, IF YOU'RE SO MAD WHY DON'T YOU JUST FIRE ME!" I yelled back at him "RELEASE ME FROM MY CONTRACT!"

"THAT'S NOT A BAD IDEA!" he yelled back.

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"UNFORTUNATELY...I CAN'T!" he said as he pulled out a file and slammed it on his desk. 

"Counselor, explain!" he said to Michael.

"According to the terms of your contract" Michael began "...you cannot be terminated under these circumstances, plus your knowledge of Artists Unlimited's connection to Gary and VCX raises some conflict of interest issues that would take a long time to explain."

Now Jeff spoke up.

"This might turn out for the better. Gary's lawyer plans to initiate termination proceedings related to his contract, we'll be rid of Gary Mackas and his crew by the end of the week."

"His company was always on the verge of chapter 11 anyway." Michael added "And the IRS is looking into his finances too."

"Uh, what about, uh..." I stammered.

"Scott?" Michael answered "The LAPD found some coke on him, plus it took about a dozen cops to hold him down. So he's got resisting arrest on top of everything else. I found out through the grapevine that Gary planned to do some kind of deal with him, that's off now until their legal cases are settled."

"If Scott's not in rehab now, he will be soon." Jeff added.

"And if you're not out of this office in 30 seconds, you will be too." Chuck said in a low, menacing tone without looking at me.

I left the office.

I locked the door to my office and sat in my chair looking out at LA.

"Nice view, huh?" I heard behind me.

Roger Sullivan sat up from the leather couch he'd been laying on. Roger had been my attorney when East Coast Image was bought by Artists Unlimited, and his laid back, yet efficient, style was always valued.

He sat up and took a sip from a water bottle nearby.

"So, Mount Tyler erupted, huh?"

I nodded.

"Look, give it to me straight, am I in trouble here? Jeff and Michael say I'm not, my contract and all."

"They're right, it was a little provision I put in there. I thought it might come in handy someday."

"What about legally? Could I be prosecuted?"

"Were you at the party?"

"Yes."

"Were you there when it was raided?"

"No."

"There's your answer. Circumstantial evidence doesn't always hold up. Even I avoid using it if I can."

"Could Scott sue me?"

"For what?"

"We had a big fight there. I'm sure he had hard time walking out of there."

"He's claiming he has no memory of ever being there in the first place, says he had some kind of blackout. Supposedly he had a noseful of coke when they nabbed him. Maybe he's protecting you with his blackout story."

"Scott? Protecting me? Not from the way he fought me."

"Protecting what's left of his reputation, maybe?"

I shrugged my shoulders. 

"There's another detail I'm trying to confirm. They might've had someone undercover there."

"Wait a sec, they had someone inside?"

Roger nodded.

"What for?"

"Not sure, I'm still trying to confirm that."

"Do you know where Scott is now?"

"I'm guessing Vegas."

"Vegas? Why there?"

"Probably thinks he can have some anonymity there. As opposed to, say, Montana. He's got some connections there he might be looking up."

"What kind of connections?" I asked fearfully.

Roger gave me a reassuring smile.

"The legitimate kind if you must know. They'll probably advise him to enter rehab while Gary's case is being deliberated."

"So I should do nothing until then?"

"You've got nothing to worry about, even if they did bring you in, the prosecutors on these cases aren't gonna waste their time with you." he said before adding "They've got a dozen cases more important than yours."

He looked at his watch, and grabbed his briefcase.

"I'll bet my Lakers floor seats on this." he said as he made his way to the door.

"It's a slam-dunk, huh?"

Roger shot me a winning smile and wink of his eye as he walked out. 

That night as I was feeding Smokie, my cellphone buzzed with a text message from Laura. 

"I was right!" was all it said.

What could that mean? 



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 75



The city of Nashville held many good memories for me, both in terms of business and pleasure. Back when Chris and I ran East Cost Image, our work caught the attention of Vanity Fair magazine who chose us to photograph Carrie Underwood outside of the famous music hotspot, Tootsie's Orchid Lounge. In the process I'd struck up a friendship with a country music impresario named Mike Jensen, who introduced me to Gretchen Wilson, Miranda Lambert, and especially to Julianne Hough. 

One music star I'd only met once, and who somehow remembered me, was Taylor Swift. How we met again was a weird coincidence.

"I didn't know you still did ad copy." I said to Jeff Murphy, my boss at Artists Unlimited.

"Well, it's a complicated arrangement, but yes, we do." 

"Complicated or not, I think it's pretty cool."

"You're just saying that because it's ad copy for a guitar company and you're a frustrated rock star."

"Who isn't?" I said with a smile and comical shrug.

Unbeknownst to me previously, Artists Unlimited still did occasional photo work for advertising agencies. And in this case it was for Taylor Guitars. So when they started a big ad campaign promoting their guitars, who do you think was the natural choice?

Right, Taylor Swift.

And who got to take the pictures?

Like I said, complicated or not, it was a pretty cool arrangement that would take me back to Nashville.

She'd been using Taylor guitars for some time but this was the first real promotion she'd done for them, and she had the clout to choose who would take the pictures, so doing the photos in Nashville was a natural.

Looks like all I had to do was show up.

Once I'd arrived in Nashville, I went straight for the Gruhn guitar store that had recently moved to its new location, far off the main drag in Nashville, but still well known as the place for vintage instruments. Mike agreed to meet me there and we'd discuss the shoot with the company reps. My eyes were transfixed on the variety of guitars hanging on the walls, all I needed was the money.

"Hey, there's the man himself!" Mike said as he walked in and saw me eying a vintage Stratocaster "Gonna do a little shopping?"

"Oh, sure. All I need is...a LOT of money." I said as I looked at its price tag.

"Yeah, well what else is new?" he laughed.

Being in the store gave me ideas for the shoot, the Taylor reps were interested and appreciated my thoughts. I thought it would be cool to photograph her in the store with the other vintage Taylor models as well as the newest ones.

"You won't have to go far for those." the rep said "I'm sure she'll bring her own, adds a little authenticity don't you think?"

"Good thinking, Bill." the other rep said as he got out his cellphone "I'll call her now, we can get started this afternoon."

"Wow, she's in town?" I asked, trying not to sound excited.

"She does live here, you know."

"I'll line up the gear." Mike said as he took out his own "Anything you'll need, Jim?"

And with that, the wheels started turning. Mike got the store manager to close early so we could work in relative peace. 

"You're lucky we're in the new location, the old one..." an older gentleman wearing a gaudy Hawaiian shirt said as he shook his head and walked away.

"You've told me that one before, George." Mike said

I watched the man and turned to Mike.

"Oh, that's George Gruhn," he said "He opened this place years ago, supposedly Clapton got that famous black Start of his here...right, George?"

George stood behind the counter and mumbled something, like he was sick of that story.

Maybe he was sick of us, too.

An hour later, as I checked my Nikon cameras, lenses, batteries, etc. I could see a black Mercedes G-Wagon SUV pull up.

"Right on time, that's my girl." Mike said as he went outside.

I couldn't help myself and tried to get a look, sure enough it was her.

Taylor and Mike breezed into the store, the last time I'd seen her was onstage at a huge music festival with Miranda Lambert and Julianne Hough. That time, she had her typical blonde curls and white sundress on. The "America's Sweetheart" look, as it were. This time though, she looked gorgeous. Her hair was straight but with just enough of a flair to set it apart and show off her eyes once she removed her stylish dark sunglasses. Her slim frame was accentuated by black slim-fit jeans and a green striped long-sleeve shirt

"Hi! You must be Jim." she said with a perky voice as she hugged me, she had a beautiful perfume on that made me close my eyes and inhale it "I remember you from the big festival. So good to see you again!"

"Yes, you, too. That was a great show you did that night."

"Great? Oh god, I screwed up the words to that song so bad!" she laughed, remembering that she had joined Miranda & Julianne in a rowdy version of the old Faces song "Stay with Me" 

"All I could remember to sing was 'stay with me...staaay with me'" she said.

"I guess with a song like that the looser it sounds, the better."

"Yeah! I never thought of that!"

I explained my idea for the photos and just as Mike had expected, she'd brought her own guitars. My eyes began to glaze as I saw the cases brought in and wondered what treasure might be revealed. I was not disappointed.

Taylor casually pulled out a huge 12-string acoustic made of some exotic wood.

"What do you think of this one?" she asked me

"Man...what kind of wood is that?"

"I think it's some kind of Hawaiian wood, they made it special for me." she said as she ran her nails across the strings and a big sound came out of it "I don't play this one as much as I should. It really sounds good, I'll say that."

Another case held a lipstick red acoustic she'd been using on her last tour as well as variations on the signature model made for her. It was fairly simple with elegant flowers painted around the body.

Over the next hour I took dozens of photos of her with the guitars, she seemed to enjoy the process.

"Didn't you take that photo of Carrie out on the street somewhere?" she asked

"Oh, yes...that one came out better than I thought."

"You're telling me! You were so lucky with that shot." she laughed.

"Well, uh, luck of the shutter, I guess."

An assistant carefully approached us now.

"Taylor, we have that event tonight we need to get ready for." she said

She turned to me now.

"We're all set here, I'll send the photos over tonight." I said with a smile "Thank you so much."

"Oh, thank you! It was really nice working with you, Jim." she said as she hugged me again "I'll call you tomorrow." 

With that, she breezed out of the store, her guitars soon followed.

"Good job, Jimbo." Mike said as we shook hands and I felt him hand me something.

"All in a days' work." I replied.

As he walked away, I looked in my hand and found a carefully folded hundred dollar bill, make that several carefully folded hundred dollar bills.

"All in a days' work, indeed." I thought to myself.

As I expected, the pictures turned out great and I emailed them to her manger and the reps from Taylor guitars. They were enthusiastic about them and wanted to setup a meeting in LA with our people.

So now it was just a question of staying in Nashville an extra day to play tourist on the company dime, or heading home.

To my surprise, I got a call on my cell, from an unknown number.

"Hi, Jim! It's Taylor!" said the perky voice on the other end "Are you on your way back to LA?"

"No, as a matter of fact I wasn't sure if I'd play tourist or traveler."

"Good! I looked at your photos, and they were great...but I've got an idea for some more photos, are you interested?"

"Uh, sure...I've still got my gear here. I think I could work something out."

"Great! I'll send a car for you, how 'bout that?"

"Sounds good to me."

An hour later, a Chevy Suburban picked me up and was soon headed far from the city, up into the mountains.

At a large wooden gate, the driver clicked in a security code and the gate opened, just up the road was a small log cabin on a hillside facing a lake. I got out and the cabin's front door opened, Taylor came out, wearing jeans but with a shawl wrapped around her to ward off the chill in the air.

"Hi! Come on in!" she said happily "Welcome to my getaway home."

Inside the rustic cabin she had a fireplace going and there was a real mountain cabin feel, as expected. A baby grand piano was in the corner along with 2 guitars and a laptop computer. A wooden ladder led to an upstairs loft with a large brass bed with a colorful patchwork quilt that looked like it was from another era. 

"It always gets cold up here so I keep the fireplace going." she said

"It's OK, I'm from Connecticut so I'm used to cold weather." I said looking around "This is a neat place."

"Yeah, it's where I come to do my writing if things get too crazy for me. Let me show you the back."

Taylor led me to a back porch overlooking the lake.

"I had this idea of doing photos of me with my guitar sitting on the porch, or even by the lakeside. Could that work?"

"Yeah...good idea." I said nodding "We should probably do it while the light's still good out here, I didn't bring any lights."

"I've got some old-fashioned clothes too, will that be good?"

"If you think it is, let's try it."

"Great!"

The natural light cooperated and Taylor looked even better with her guitars and the old fashioned dresses and peasant blouses she was famous for standing by the lakeside. 

"Let's do a couple on the porch." I said

"Can we do them with my other guitars? It kinda figures into my next album."

"Uh, sure, what have you got?"

Taylor soon produced an old fashioned National steel guitar that had seen many miles and many stages.

"Wow...what a beauty!" I said

"Yeah, I just got it, I've just been playing around with it so far."

I got my camera ready.

"Play something, it'll be a cool shot."

"I can't play anything on it yet."

"But you can look like you do, right?"

"Oh, yeah...duh!"

Taylor put a metal slide on her finger and began playing some rudimentary slide guitar. It wasn't Duane Allman, but it could be in the photos I took. Especially in the sepia-tone setting I set the camera on.

"What do you think?" she asked with a withering expression, like she expected the worst.

"I've always loved the sound of a Dobro no matter who's playing it, you did fine."

"Thanks." she said with that smile of hers "Let's go inside, it's getting' chilly out here."

Taylor brewed a pot of herbal tea that quickly warmed us up.

"How often do you come up here?" I asked as I setup my Ipad to view the pictures.

"Whenever it gets too crazy for me, I'm trying to write songs for the next album."

"How's it coming?" I asked as I snapped a photo of her pouring a cup of tea. She was a little startled, then laughed.

"It's going good, I might start doing demos soon. Let's see those photos."

Taylor's two cats looked up at me as I sat down on the couch.

"I hope you like cats." she said

"Yes, I have one of my own." I said as I showed her a photo on my phone of Smokie.

"Oh, my god, how adorable!" she said happily "What's its name?"

"Smokie."

Taylor turned to her own cats.

"Well, this is Meredith and that one is Olivia Benson."

Taylor was slowly stroking one cats' fur and smiling non-stop as she saw each photo I took, and even happier at the black and white ones I took.

"Wow, these are so cool!" she said with a smile, then with a playful grab of my arm said "Wow, I love this one." as she she looked at the ones of her with the old National. The sepia setting gave it a real old-fashioned look.

"You're really good, how long have you been doing this?" she said excitedly.

"Couple of years, I guess I learned fast." 

"You sure did. I really got into photography when I started out, I made a whole video on my laptop just from photos I took on the road."

"You've got the advantage there."

"How?"

"I don't know, I've never been able to make photoshop work the way it's supposed to."

"You're right, it's tough sometimes."

"Did you ever see the photos from the festival you were at?"

"NO! My god, I'd love to see them!"

A few clicks and the folder opened to the Nashville Festival where she made a surprise appearance. With every shot of her onstage with Miranda and Julianne she smiled more and more.

"Man, Julianne sure is pretty." she said

"Well...you've got something in the looks department too." I said boldly.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

Uh-oh, now I'm stuck. 

"Um...elegance."

Taylor stared at me with a soft look of appreciation.

"You think so?"

I nodded.

"You have it too." she said softly.

"Thanks." I said shyly.

"Hey..." she said in the same soft tone. I turned and she placed her hand on my cheek and drew me in for a kiss.

"Was that elegant?" she asked.

"Very."

I now kissed her, she had beautifully soft lips. 

"Was that elegant too?" I asked

"Oh, yeah..." she said slowly as we kissed again.

"I hope I'm not being too, um, forward with you." she said

"No, not at all."

"I just get a little nervous at times like this, I'm not...you know..." her voice hesitated as she tried to find the words.

"You don't need to say it." I replied as I held her hand.

There was a long silence between us.

"Anyone ever tell you you're a sweetheart?" she finally said.

"Um, I think you're the first."

Taylor looked at me with that soft smile of hers. 

"Come on..." she said as she took my hand and led me to the ladder.

Once we reached the top, she pressed a button by the brass bed and a Japanese-design screen came out from the walls and closed in the bedroom. Taylor began to light small candles that gave off a soft glow. She gracefully draped herself on the bed and beckoned me with her finger.

"Pretty cool, huh?" she said with a little giggle as I joined her.

"Yes, very. I've never seen anything like that."

"I like it, this way I can have an open floor but some privacy if I want it."

"The candles are nice too."

"That's for something special." she said softly as we kissed again, deeper this time.

The more we kissed the more I felt like something wasn't right.

"Uh...maybe I should..." I began as I sat up and loosened a button on my shirt.

Taylor had a look of shock on her face.

"Wait a minute!" she said and sat up suddenly, now with a fierce look of anger on her face.

"...take off my boots?" I said innocently "The quilt looks rather pretty, I figured you'd like to keep it that way?"

Taylor's hand went to her mouth and her eyes rolled. I said nothing as I untied my Doc Martens boots, but I was smiling.

"Oh...my...god!" she said "I am soooo sorry!"

Once my boots were off, I lay close to her while she tried to get over this little embarrassment.

"I thought you meant, well, something else." she said.

"Well, the something else is nice too...but so is this."

Taylor and I kissed again.

Outside, the sound of thunder could be heard in the distance.

"Ohhhh, a rainstorm." she said softly "I love the sound of rain up here...it's so peaceful..." her voice fading.

Taylor curled up close to me and as the waves of steady rain were heard on the roof, we were soon asleep. 

I was still in my clothes from the day before when I awoke. Taylor was still asleep next to me, though she'd changed to an oversize t-shirt sometime during the night.

I sat up and checked my watch, it was seven AM.

Taylor breathed in and turned to look at me.

"Hi...morning." she said softly with a smile.

"Morning."

She breathed in again and sat up.

"Oh...I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"Well, I did too...blame it on the rain, I guess."

She leaned in and kissed me.

"I'm sorry we didn't...you know."

I nodded.

"I understand, it's something special."

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? I came up here for pictures, right? And we got 'em. I say that's a pretty good deal."

She nodded.

"I think you're a special guy, it's just I'm not ready for...something like that. Not now, that is."

"No need to apologize." I said as I lightly kissed her forehead "How 'bout I buy you breakfast?"

"Might have a long drive, you know. There's not a lot of drive thru up here."

"So...what would you recommend?"

"Me. I can cook too, you know."

"Well, then...get into that kitchen and shake those pots and pans." I said with a little bravado.

Taylor gave me a sweet smile and we went back down the ladder.

"That sounds like a song..." she said.

"Yeah, one that's older than the both of us."

Taylor drove me back to Nashville in her Mercedes. 

"You do great work, Jim." she said as we pulled up to my hotel and I got out.

"I'll call you soon, we should do some more photos when the weather's better." she said through the open driver's window as I stood alongside.

"You got a deal." I said.

She looked around and gave me a quick kiss through the window.

"Next time..." she said into my ear.

That could mean a lot of things, I thought, as she drove away.

I hadn't been inside the lobby more than 5 minutes and was looking forward to a long shower and maybe some extra sleep when I heard Mike Jensen's voice calling me across the lobby.

"Whoa! Glad I caught you." he said breathlessly as he ran up.

"Don't give yourself a heart attack, Mike, it's only me."

"No, no...I was trying to call you but your phone kept going to voicemail..." he said before suddenly adding "You know, you've got a pretty lame voicemail message."

"Never mind that! What did you need to tell me?"

"Oh! Got a hush-hush gig for you to photograph."

"Here?"

"Yes, tonight at Tootsie's."

"OK, who?"

He looked around the lobby.

"Juliette Barnes."

"You mean Hayden Panettiere."

"No, tonight, she's Juliette."

"How do they plan to pull this off?"

"Well, Tootsie's doesn't exactly advertise who's playing there. They're counting on more of a curiosity factor than advertising."

"Is it gonna be filmed for the show?"

"Yes."

"Can't wait to see how they'll get the cameras in there."

"They already have, let's go."

It was a beautifully warm evening in Nashville, music was filtering out of every bar on the main drag. In front of Tootsie's, it was like any other evening with aspiring musicians on its tiny stage by the window. Outside on the street was a large chalkboard with that evening's performers written on it. Among them, and in small letters, was "Juliette Barnes". Mike and I looked around and he pointed out the tiny cameras temporarily mounted from the ceiling and walls. Mike explained that the "real" camerawork would be handled from a control truck parked on a side street. 

"Where'd they get that idea from, the FBI?"

"Very funny, I think it's a cool way to promote the show."

"OK, I'll give you that." I said "So, when does the star arrive?"

"She already has." he said with a smile and pointed to the bar stool next to me. On it sat a short girl wearing glasses, her hair tucked under a camouflage US Army ball cap. 

It was Hayden Panetierre, incognito.

"Juliette, I think you know..."

"Oh, knock it off, Mike!" she laughed "Hi, Jim! It's been awhile." she said adding that big smile she was famous for.

"What should I call you?" I asked

Hayden looked upward, like she was thinking.

"Well...how 'bout yours?" she said in a flirty tone before laughing again.

"Not a bad idea."

"Now, now kids...let's be professionals here." Mike said.

The club's manager stepped in and told her it was time for her to go on. The "curiosity factor" had worked in her favor as the club's patrons seemed to be looking around intently wondering if they read the board outside correctly.

Hayden joined two guitar players on the small stage, took off her cap and glasses, shook her blonde hair loose and flashed that mega-watt smile of hers to an audible gasp from the crowd as they realized who they were seeing.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 75



"Hi everyone, I'm Juliette Barnes...and I'm gonna do some songs."

The way she introduced herself seemed to imply she knew she wasn't fooling anyone using an "alias" tonight, they knew who she was.

Hayden breezed through a set of songs her "Nashville" character had done. There was a wonderful intimacy to her performance and she kept her eyes on me as I snapped photos.

"Don't get too carried away, pal." Mike said, leaning in.

"Why?"

"Check out who's sitting ringside."

I looked as best I could, then got out my camera and used the zoom lens for a better look in the slightly dim bar.

"Oh, yes...I see what you mean."

Mike wasn't joking when he said to look "ringside". Her fiancee', Vladimir Klitschko was right by the stage keeping an eye on his bride to be.

To Hayden it didn't seem to to matter as she was handed an acoustic guitar.

"This is a song that Paul McCartney did...and I'm gonna try my best to play it."

Hayden began her version of McCartney's "Every Night". I remembered it because I played it for her on my Ipod when we'd met before and she was looking for new songs for her character. 

Her eyes were closed as she sang, but she opened them and shot me a smile just as she sang the line "...and be with you." just as my shutter clicked off another shot.

Her fiancee' might be built like a bear, but perhaps I've got some protection in my camera. I could faintly hear Mike greet someone who sat beside me, and my nose caught a whiff of a beautifully soft perfume. I turned and realized who was seated next to me.

It was Taylor, also going incognito in jeans, a black leather jacket with its collar turned up and matching beret. 

"Hi, babe." she said with a little smile as she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.

"Hey, what brings you down here?"

"Checking out my competition. The producers want me to do a guest shot on the show." she said as we listened "How's she been?"

"Rather good, I must say."

Taylor nodded in agreement.

Hayden played 2 more songs, then did a cover of the Beatles "Things We Said Today" as an encore.

"I think I might have to make a getaway soon." Taylor said as she looked out the front window.

By this time, word had been texted throughout the cyber universe of this gig and I could see a crowd gathering outside the club, Hayden could see this as well.

Taylor had a bodyguard of her own who leaned in close to her ear.

"OK, right" she said "Come on, Jim. Charlie says we should get going while we can."

"Go? Go where?"

"Don't argue, just come with me." she said as she quickly gathered herself together and we headed out a side door of the club.

There seemed to be just as large a crowd at this exit as the front and they all screamed as soon as they recognized Taylor. Charlie the bodyguard swiftly moved us into a large Chevy Suburban which took off as soon as its doors were closed.

"So can I ask now where we're going?"

"Someplace where we can switch cars." Charlie said from the front seat.

"Switch cars?"

"Relax, hon." Taylor said reassuringly "It's just a trick I do at times like this, it's just for safety reasons." 

"If we were in LA it would be a different story." Charlie added.

We pulled up to a nondescript auto body shop with an electric gate that smoothly opened revealing several different cars. We all got out and Taylor led me to her black Mercedes G-Wagon.

"Where to now, Miss Taylor?" I asked.

"Where do you think?" she replied as she settled into the drivers' seat.

"I guess I'll have to figure that one out myself." I said as I got in the passenger seat of the big SUV.

There was an incredible stillness when we arrived at her cabin. No rainstorms were in sight this time, just the still, clean air of the mountains. Taylor lit some candles as she pressed the button to close the Japanese screen. 

"I'll be right back." she said with a kiss before she disappeared into what seemed like a walk-in closet.

I didn't quite know what to do, but figured taking off my shoes was a good start. I turned and saw Taylor standing in the doorway.

"Um, h-how do I look?" 

She was wearing a soft pink teddy with matching shorts. Her light brown hair looked beautiful in the soft candlelight.

I was speechless.

"B-beautiful." I finally said.

She gave me a shy smile, then sat on the bed and I joined her. 

"I thought we should finish what we started." she said softly.

Taylor and I kissed again, deeper than before.

"You kiss nice." she said

"Thanks, you do too."

I gently brushed her hair, it felt so beautifully soft in my fingers.

Taylor moved to the center of the bed and sat back on her legs, I joined her and she began to loosen my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head. We kissed and she gave me a smile that seemed to say "okay". 

"You're sure?" I said hesitantly

"Yes, please..."

I took the sides of her silky top and pulled it slowly up and over her head. Taylor had small breasts but she still seemed shy, her arms covered them but then let her arms slowly drop showing them to me fully now.

"S-still think I'm pretty?"

"Of course." I said as I hugged her.

Taylor gave me a quiet sigh.

"Will you make love to me?" she said softly in my ear.

I looked at her, she had a sweet smile and nodded again.

"Yes." I said simply.

Taylor leaned back on the bed and I joined her. As we kissed again, my hand slowly moved to her breasts and she let out a soft sigh as I caressed her tiny nipples, they hardened the more I touched them.

"That feels nice." she whispered.

Taylor's hand now began to softly trace patterns on my chest, the further down she went, the more I could feel my erection growing.

"Does that feel good?" she asked

Now I was the one nodding.

"I can tell what's happening." she said with a naughty smile as her hand went over the crotch of my pants "Maybe you should take those off."

I nodded and sat up and unbuckled my pants and slid them off as best I could. Taylor had a look of curiosity as she saw the bulge in my underwear.

"Maybe we should do this together." she said

"Do what?"

"You know, um, g-get..." her voice trailed off.

"Naked?"

She nodded.

"Are you nervous?" I asked

"Yes...I'm just w-worried that I might not be good and all, you know."

I smiled shyly.

"If it's any consolation, I'm the same way."

"You are?"

I nodded.

"Then maybe you should do what you want." she said "I might like it."

"Should I go first, then?"

She nodded.

I took a deep breath and slid my underwear down and my dick popped up, making her snicker before she covered her mouth shyly.

"It's...beautiful." she said softly.

The glow of the candles gave Taylor's face a soft glow. She got off the bed and as she looked at me, she slid down her shorts. She was completely smooth between her legs.

"You look beautiful too." I said.

Taylor and I embraced, our naked bodies felt warm against one another. Our kisses felt even more special. 

Taylor turned and drew back the covers of the bed and we slid between them, she had wonderfully soft sheets and pillows.

But sleep was the last thing on our minds.

I slowly got on top of her and my dick slid inside her pussy. She breathed in sharply and let out a tiny "Oh" as I penetrated her.

"It's okay...it's okay..." she said as she wrapped her arms around me.

I began to slowly thrust into her, she wrapped her arms tighter around me as I pushed harder into her.

"Oh...oh...oh my god...oh...oh...oh!" she breathed "Don't stop..so good... so good..."

She let out a long, slow cry of passion and gripped me tighter. I continued to fuck her with slow deliberate moves. Her cries and moans subsided a little but grew more intense again.

"Oh god...oh god...oh god...Ohhhhhhgoddddd!" she cried out louder than before.

I continued thrusting in her and now felt my own climax coming, fast and furious. 

"Gonna cum...gonna cum..." I growled until I exploded inside her.

Taylor also let out a sweet cry of pleasure as I collapsed onto her.

I slowly rolled off her and she snuggled up close to me as we lay in the still room. She felt incredibly warm, like a favorite blanket.

"Wow...that felt...I don't know..." she said softly.

"I don't know either...it must be good then."

Taylor snickered, I did too.

"Maybe it's best to keep it a memory, not analyze it." I said

"Yes, let's keep it special." she said.

We were soon asleep.

In the morning, Taylor drove me back to town like before. And like before, she gave me a secret kiss through the drivers' window.

"Next time..." she said, just like before.

"Yes, next time." 

She gave me that smile she was famous for, then drove away.

I walked up to the door of the hotel and saw Mike there, like before.

"Ah-ha...now I know why you left the gig so suddenly." he said.

I had to think fast.

"Look, Mike, um, it was nothing." I said, trying to be as discreet as possible.

"Hey, just joking pal!" he laughed as he put his arm around me "I'm sure it was a fun time." 

"Well, I, uh..." I stammered.

"Just tell me one thing." he began, leaning in like he was gonna get some kind of big secret from me "What's she like? I mean, well, you know."

I thought long and hard. Then a smile came over my face like I knew the secret. 

And would never tell a soul.

"Special." I finally replied.

Mike looked very confused at my response. 

"See you next time, Mike." I said as I playfully punched his shoulder and went inside the hotel, laughing to myself.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 76



I stood outside the door of my room and looked down the long hallway of the old hotel. Its dark mahogany walls and bright red carpet were from another era.

I could see the figure at the end of the hallway running to me, it was female. She finally stopped when she saw me.

"Take me away, Jim...I can't handle this anymore, please help me." she said as she collapsed into my arms.

"Yes, come with me..." I said as I hustled her into my room.

At the other end of the hall I could the male voice angrily yelling.

"Come back here! You're my wife...get back here!"

I quickly shut the door and locked it, hoping it had been quick enough to not be seen.

The girl was on the bed crying.

"Please Jim, I just want to get away...I can't take being with him anymore."

I sat down beside her on the huge bed and held her close, she was sobbing quietly.

"It's OK, Kim...I'm here." I said as I held her.

Then I woke up. I was in my bed, alone. Sleep like this sometimes provoked weird dreams. In this case, it was after 1AM and I'd dreamed about Kim Kardashian. 

Jeff Murphy didn't even bother looking up from his lunch.

"It's all in your mind." he said between mouthfuls.

"Yeah, well dreams are dreams." I replied.

"And like I said, it's all in your mind."

Jeff and I were sampling the lunch menu at Derek Adams' newest entry to the LA hotspot scene, cleverly named "Derek's". He had owned several clubs that were mainstays of Hollywood and generated many memories for me. He was very particular about the establishments he ran and this was his first attempt at a straight restaurant, no performance divas to deal with or fights with other clubs to get shows from. 

And, like his other establishments, it became the place to see and be seen at.

Why Jeff and I rarely "did lunch" together I don't know, this time we did it as a show of support for Derek. We were still talking business, though.

"So, feel like doing some more ad copy work?" he asked.

"Who's the client?"

"Skechers."

"The shoe company?"

"Uh-huh. Special promotion they're doing just on the west coast. If it works, they'll do it nationwide. Word I hear is they might be opening their own outlet stores next year."

"Do I get paid in shoes?" I said with a chuckle.

Jeff gave me a look that said "ha-ha".

"If you'd prefer that instead of cash, it can be arranged, you know."

He got the last laugh.

"On that note, I'll get the check." I said.

I was looking for the maitre d station when what do I see of all things, a baby in a stroller being pushed by a young mother. But not just any mother, one by the name of Kardashian, first name Kim.

Her brown eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Hollywood!" she said happily as she hugged me and I smelled her gorgeous perfume "It's so good to see you, it's been too long!"

"Well, I've been busy, you know, like you."

She laughed and then turned to her companions, her sister Khloe and mom Kris.

"You remember, Jim. He's that really cool photographer."

"Right! I met him when we were in Hawaii, god that was so long ago!" Khloe laughed.

She was right, the first time I'd ever been to Hawaii was when I'd met her sisters who were staying at a beachfront home owned by friend while I had free reign at a similar home Chuck owned before he expanded his property, adding guest bungalows. Kim and I had met once or twice since, but things had changed for her a lot lately.

"So this is the newest Kardashian?" I asked looking at Kim's baby.

"Oh yeah." she said as she picked up her baby "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Sure, takes after her Mom." 

"Aw, you're such a charmer, Jim." she smiled "You know, if you'd played your cards a little differently she'd look like you."

"Kim!" her Mom said, clearly startled.

Kim and Khloe just laughed all the more.

"Come on, we came here to eat." Khloe said as she took the baby.

Kim turned to me once the others were led to their table and out of sight.

"Hey, I'll call you." Kim said softly, adding a sweet kiss on my cheek before she left to join the others. Over her shoulder, she gave me that sweet, flirty smile I'd seen before.

I couldn't help but smile myself. If I'd been a little sneaky with my cellphone, I could've snapped a photo of the most famous baby in Hollywood and made a mint selling it. 

I could've also been smart and kept a friendship that Kim seemed to value. 

Being smart has its advantages.

That night, I felt a soft, feather-like touch on my cheek. Then an equally soft kiss.

"Thank you, Jim...you're such a good friend..." a voice whispered.

My eyes opened and I could see Kim's smiling face.

"So good..." she whispered, almost tearfully.

I held her close, her head on my chest as we lay in the quiet darkness.

Then I woke up and realized what I was holding close was Smokie the cat. And he didn't look too pleased.

"Sorry, pal."

That morning, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message;

"Can we meet today-K" it read.

I knew it was Kim.

"Name the time and place." I wrote back.

A few minutes later it buzzed again.

"Your place at 2?"

"See you then."

Sure enough, at 2 o'clock precisely, George the concierge called to say I had a visitor. 

"Oh, yes, uh, send her up." 

I never knew quite how to handle things like this, I started to hang up the phone but then quickly added;

"Wait! I'll, uh, come down to meet her."

"Yes, sir."

I looked around my apartment, and hoped it would please her. In the lobby, I saw Kim chatting with George.

She looked cool in a long, flowing white sundress and large dark sunglasses. Her raven hair casually styled

"Hi, Jim...you didn't tell me you had such a cool guy here." she said with that sly smile as she turned to him. 

"Oh, well, I uh..." I stumbled.

Kim laughed and took my hand.

"Come on, nice meeting you George."

"OK...don't say I didn't warn you." I said as we stood at the door to my place.

"You're so paranoid!" she laughed "Come on!"

I opened the door and her eyes lit up when she walked in and looked around the huge apartment with windows that showed off the expanse of Los Angeles in all its sun-drenched glory. Her designer heels made a sexy "clicking" sound on the hardwood floors as she walked around, the sun coming through the huge windows made her white dress transparent, showing off her legs and awesome body.

"Oh...oh...." she gasped before turning to me "Mister Hollywood..."

Kim and I kissed deeply.

"This is...beautiful..." she said as she looked at the vintage music posters from places like New York's Fillmore East and San Francisco's Winterland next to vintage guitars mounted on the wall.

"Do you play?" 

"I wish!" I replied "I figured it out a long time ago that if I couldn't play the music I could at least know everything about it."

"No surprise here." she said to me as she looked over the huge bookshelf ran the length of a wall and was loaded with books as well as DVD's and a huge TV.

"It's just the way I thought it would be."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when we were in Hawaii? When we walked on the beach?"

"Uh-huh."

"I saw the house you were staying at, and I said you'd have a place like it one day."

She said as she gently held me "Now you do..."

She kissed me again.

"...now you do."

Kim had a better memory than I thought. She remembered that walk on the Hawaiian beach better than I did. And her little remark about my future residence seemed on target too. I dismissed it with a shrug, but she believed in me. 

"You, uh, want a drink?" I croaked out once our lips parted.

"Not yet." she said as we kissed again "I missed you so much, Jim...so much."

As our lips parted, she hugged me.

"Oh, so good to be here!" she said happily as she looked around some more "Oh! I forgot you had a cat too! Hi sweetie!"

She sat on the low bench that looked outside and served as a lookout perch for Smokie. He hopped up on his perch and eagerly looked at Kim, rubbing against her as she slowly stroked his fur.

"What made you get a cat anyway? I always wondered about that."

"Trust me, that's a long story."

"I knew you'd say something like that!" she laughed

I could just shrug my shoulders.

Kim walked over to me and we kissed. She looked at me with her soft brown eyes and reached back to untie the top of her dress, then stopped.

"Would you like to undress me?" she said softly in my ear.

I gingerly reached for the back strap of the dress, it easily loosened and dropped to the ground.

Kim wore no bra and just thin lacy panties.

"What do you think?" she said with a smile.

"I think you look...awesome..." I somehow said.

"Why don't you go a little further...I know you want to."

"What about you? I think you want to go further too."

Kim gave me that little giggle of hers as she hugged me, I loved the feel of her tits against me. Her hand drifted down and began to caress the zipper of my jeans.

"Searching for something?"

"Uh-huh." she said as she gave me that flirty look of hers "Something special..."

Kim found the zipper and slid it down, her ultra-soft hand reached inside my jeans and caressed my dick through my underwear, it got rock hard in seconds. We kissed deeply as she caressed me.

"Hey babe..." I somehow said in between her kisses "My legs are getting weak."

"Then let's move to your bed, hon." she said as she pushed me backwards onto my bed.

Kim stood before me in all her topless glory. She put her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, then turned around to show me her famous ass as she pulled them down ever so slowly. She casually tossed her thick brunette hair, then looked over her shoulder at me. 

"Like what you see?"

"Nah, I've seen better."

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock.

"You little devil!" she laughed as she jumped on the bed and slugged me "Never say something like that..."

"...to a naked lady?"

"Especially that!" she laughed as we fell into an embrace.

We kissed again, deeper this time.

"Please...I wanna be with you again...like before." she whispered.

"Me too." 

I took the initiative and stripped off my t-shirt, then unbuckled my jeans and slid them off. There was a prominent bulge in my underwear and Kim smiled as she saw it. She slid my underwear off and gave a look of eager anticipation as my erect dick was revealed to her.

"Oh, nice!" she said happily "Just like I remembered."

Kim softly gripped it and began to slow stroke it as she looked at me.

"Like that, hon?" she said with a naughty smile

"You need to ask?"

We both laughed at that.

Kim knelt down close and softly kissed the tip.

"I'll make you feel good, Mister Hollywood." she said as she kissed it again.

Kim looked at me before her lovely lips encircled my dick then disappeared into her mouth. Her eyes now closed. I looked upward at the ceiling and let the feeling envelop me. I could feel her soft brunette hair brushing my waist and her tongue swirling all around my dick. Her hands gently stroked my dick as well, only adding to the pleasure.

"Oh, Kim..." I somehow said.

I immediately thought, what a dumb thing to say. But then again, worse things could be said in the heat of passion!

Kim's lips came ever so slowly off my dick, her eyes were closed and a look of passion was on her face before she looked at me.

"Like that?" she said in that innocent sounding voice of hers.

"V-very much so." I croaked out.

She came up close to me and whispered "I love it" before resuming her oral work on me.

It felt so good and she sensed it too. But she wanted more. She slowly crawled up to kiss me.

"Your turn." she said as she straddled my legs.

I sat up and held her close so I could get at her beautiful tits. My hands and lips were quickly all over them. Her head jerked back as I kissed around her neck and got a scent of her perfume, then worked down to suck her nipples, generating a beautifully erotic moan from her. 

I rolled her over onto her back, she spread her legs for me and I saw her pretty, completely smooth pussy, looking so inviting as usual. I knelt down and softly kissed around it, it glistened even in the slightly dim room. As my tongue began to softly lick all around her, she was softly moaning. I felt Kim's hand on my head, pushing me even further. My tongue now penetrated her lady love spot making her gasp, she tasted so good. My finger also penetrated her, only increasing her ecstasy. 

"Like that?"

Kim looked up at me, her hair was mussed and she could only close her eyes and nod her head.

"Don't stop...don't stop..." she said breathlessly.

I continued licking her pussy, but now I sat up and fingered her while I sucked on her tits.

"Oh my god! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH GODDDD!" she cried out.

Her tits tasted just as warm and lovely as her pussy. 

"Yes baby...lick my boobs...oh god yes..."

"I love your boobs, Kim..."

"Mmmmm...I know you do...ooooh I love it!"

I sat up a little and looked at her gorgeous nude body, she lay on the bed, softly touching herself before turning to look at me.

It was time.

I spread her legs and looked at her nude body, then softly rubbed my dick on her pussy.

"Oh yessss....oh yessss..." she moaned

"Oh...oh yes...oh god oh god oh god oh GOD!!!" she cried out as I slowly pushed my dick into her pussy.

I was fucking Kim again and it felt so good. She was holding her tits as I fucked her, knowing how I loved them. I lay on top of her and continued thrusting into her hot pussy sending waves of pleasure through her body and mine. She held me tight against her body. It was so hot to see the look of ecstasy on her face and it only made me want to fuck her harder.

"OH FUCK YES!" she screamed "FUCK ME...OH GOD FUCK ME!!"

I pulled out of her and she quickly turned over, my dick was back inside within seconds and I was banging her from behind, her face buried in the bedcovers before coming out to scream out again. Kim was grunting with every thrust into her.

"OH GOD...OH FUCK...!"

Her pussy felt super hot at this moment. I gave her famous ass a smack as I fucked her, which only made it hotter.

"Oh god Jim...oh god I'm gonna cum...gonna cum...ohhhhhhhhgodddddd!"

I kept fucking her hard until we finally collapsed onto each other. I had exploded too. I kept my dick inside her pussy and gently lay back on the bed, still holding Kim. I could tell she loved the feeling of "spooning" with me. My hands gently held her beautiful tits. 

We were both exhausted, but even exhausted, Kim looked beautiful.

I finally had enough strength to talk.

"Are you OK?"

"Soooo good...I guess we were pretty horny, huh?"

"I guess so."

She touched her finger to my cheek.

"That felt wonderful." she whispered.

We kissed again and she held herself close to me, sleep soon came over us.

The sound of a cellphone ringing awakened me, I looked at my watch and saw we'd only been asleep an hour, but it was darker inside than before. Kim quickly awoke and tried to grab the phone but it must've gone to voicemail.

"Oh, well..." she said as she stood before me, still nude.

"Think it was important?"

"Probably not..." she said as she checked her phone "Ah, it's just a text from North's nanny, wants to know when I'll be home." 

"Um, are you g-gonna take off, then?"

Kim looked at me with a look of regret.

"I really should, I'm sorry."

I got out of bed and reached for some shorts nearby, along with her dress.

"Hey, it's fine, I'm okay." 

Kim and I embraced again as I handed her dress to her.

"You're so understanding." she said softly looking directly into my eyes.

"It's called being a Mom."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"No, no, don't turn this into some kind of debt you have to repay." I said "This is just a bit of fun between us."

"Dangerous fun, you know. If anyone found out about this..."

"They won't."

"You're sure of that?"

I nodded.

Kim kissed me again before she walked out the door.

"Bye, babe."

I looked around and noticed she'd left her panties on the floor.

"Well, if anyone knows dangerous fun, it must be her." I thought as I twirled them around my finger.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 77



In the weeks following the merger of Artists Unlimited with its New York equivalent Famous Artists, Chuck Tyler had been doing almost daily interviews with the likes of the Wall Street Journal, the Hollywood Reporter and appearing on all the major cable channels to discuss the ramifications of his agency's merger on Tinseltown. As a result of the merger, his New York nemesis, Scott Jackson, was shown the door at Artists Unlimited and though I'd been told he might be offered a production deal with a studio, he'd been largely out of sight. Even more so when the home of Porn impresario Gary Mackas was raided and he was caught with his pants down, literally.

Scott didn't seem like the type to simply go away quietly. Maybe it was just plain paranoia, but when I was in Miami he said he'd been "closely watching my work" and its effect on the company. What could that have meant?

Jeff Murphy, Chuck's second in command, was busying himself with several deals for our newly expanded roster of clients. So I was seeing new faces coming in and out of his office. The reasons were complex but what I understood was that some client deals at Famous Artists were coming up for renegotiation, some had expired and a few clients wanted out altogether. Those were the ones Chuck ordered Jeff to put the most emphasis on while he was in Las Vegas on similar business. When I'd been down in Miami, Jeff had to get Jennifer Lopez's signature on a new deal before midnight so that explained the immediacy of a photo of the deal being finalized. I don't know if my "encounter" with her the next day made a difference, but when I returned to LA, Jeff was raving about a call he'd received from her about the great photographer she'd worked with.

"She never makes calls like that, her manager always does it." he raved.

"I guess someone knows what he's doing." I said with a smile and a shrug.

Jeff just looked at me.

"Yes...someone does. And you're being way too modest...as usual." he replied as he dialed his phone for yet another teleconference.

I left his office with a smile and nearly crashed into someone coming off the elevator. Once we'd apologized profusely to each other I got a good look at who I'd crashed into.

"Where's Jeff Murphy's office? I'm supposed to meet him." she said

Her red hair cascaded gently over her shoulders and she wore a black leather biker jacket and jeans with strategic tears near the knees. 

She was a knockout!

"Oh, uh...this way, I-I'll show you." I stammered.

"OK, cool!" she said in a perky voice as she followed me.

"I'm Jim, by the way."

"Oh, I'm Poppy Montgomery." she replied with a handshake.

"Ah, Unforgettable..."

"Hey, I'll be lucky if I remember you." she laughed "I'm usually terrible with names."

Jeff came out of his office and greeted us.

"I see you've met Jim, he's our ace photo guy." he said

"Ahhh, now I know." she said in that easy tone of hers.

"You'll probably see a lot of him." he continued.

"Well, he's good to see." she said with a flirty smile that probably turned my face red with embarrassment as Jeff led her into his office where I glimpsed 2 other people already there.

Two weeks later, Chuck proudly took out full page ads in all the major trade papers taking credit for signing every former client of Famous Artists to deals at "their new home", Artists Unlimited. Though he took credit for it, we all knew it was Jeff who'd done the grunt work. Chuck knew it too and rewarded him with 2 weeks vacation at his place in Hawaii.

"I believe you know this guy." Chuck said casually as I walked into his huge office.

To my surprise, John McDonald was there.

"Hello, my friend." He said as we shook hands.

"John has a new project for you." Chuck added.

"Really?" 

John McDonald's reputation preceded him. He'd directed or produced several successful films and through him, East Coast Image (the old agency I was a part of) had gotten a big break whose effects were still felt today.

"Yes, I won't be directing it though." he said as he lit a large cigar "I have a project starting soon in Italy that'll be my main focus."

"And what is this project?" I asked

"It's a television series, with no title at the moment." he continued "I'm bringing to Mr. Tyler here a new writing talent I believe will do big things." 

John twisted his cigar as the flame burned bright, it seemed to make him speak in more grandiose terms.

"John is bringing "Dreamer" to the small screen." Chuck now said

"Huh?" I sputtered out.

"It's not an impossible project." John added "Besides, I think there's enough material for at least a limited run."

"Dreamer" had been a film McDonald directed (and I did the photos for) that was set in late sixties San Francisco and followed the adventures of a young girl working as a photographer in the music scene of the era. In the film she'd been played by Blake Lively and it had been a hit for her, but the film ended with the closing of the Fillmore West (where the film had been largely set) and her character walking off into the sunrise. 

How could a TV series be possible?

"I agree, it's not impossible...but..." my voice trailed off.

"Go ahead, my friend. You can speak your mind." John said before taking another puff on his cigar.

Chuck gave me a suspicious look that clearly warned me to choose my words carefully, or else.

"I just feel that the movie wrapped things up very well and a TV series would, well, uh, cheapen it. If you ask me."

Chuck looked as if he were about to explode but John calmly raised his hand.

"I understand your feelings." he said to me slowly "But there was always a plan to do some kind of sequel that would either continue the story or expand on it. It all came down to the venue and more importantly..." he paused and added a small flourish of his arm for dramatic effect "...the writer."

"This is that new talent you mentioned, right?" Chuck asked, the explosion having been apparently averted.

Before John could answer, Chuck's phone buzzed. He snatched the phone with annoyance.

"Here comes the explosion." I thought.

"Natalie, I told you not to disturb me!" he yelled "Who? Oh! Yes! Yes! Show her in!"

Show her in? Now this is getting interesting. Not for the obvious reason but because I suddenly wondered what Mr. McDonald's interest in this writer REALLY was.

I got my answer.

In strolled a brown haired beauty who could've been a Playmate from years past and looked strangely familiar. 

"Gentlemen, this is Elena, my script writer."

"Hi, everyone." she said with a sweet smile.

John explained that Elena had done some uncredited work on the original film and that led to her being tapped for the TV series. Elena's ideas for the series expanded on the story in the film.

"The first episode would start up in the hills at a house where she lives with a bunch of other hippie-types." she explained

"Tell them where you got this idea from." John added

"Well, for a time I lived in a similar arrangement, country house, driving around in a VW bus with psychedelic stickers on it, you know what I mean..."

VW bus? How quaint.

Then she told of a friend named "Kim" who had collaborated with her on some of the stories and had lived in the same house with her and a few other friends.

Her story sounded very familiar. Had I meet this girl before? Or her friend?

"So, who did you have in my mind for a star?" Chuck asked

"We've been talking to Poppy Montgomery about being in the pilot, maybe a recurring role." John replied.

"Splendid!" he replied excitedly "She's one of the Famous Artists clients we just re-signed.

"Yes, I have an idea along those lines." John began "She's scheduled to do a photo shoot for Vogue magazine, I think our ace photographer here would be a good choice for it." he said looking at me and slowly twirling his cigar some more.

"Splendid!" Chuck repeated.

"Good, I'll make some calls." he said as he stood up "James, I'm sure your work will be up to its usual standards."

"Uh, y-yes, absolutely."

"Good, come my dear...we have much work to discuss." he said as his cigar went back in his mouth and he led Elena out of the office. But not before one last little gesture.

"A small token of my appreciation, my friend." he said as he slipped a cigar into my shirt pocket "...from my private collection." 

Chuck and I stood there as "the great man" left the office.

"He's not serious is he?" I boldly said to Chuck.

"I doubt it. The guy sees himself as some big cinema auteur but he's had a hard time getting projects off the ground."

"Really? That's surprising."

"Don't get me wrong, he's a smart guy.." he said as he resumed his place behind a huge desk and looked at his cellphone "...but all he's done lately is gallivant around Europe taking advantage of the tax laws."

"Starlets too?"

Chuck's response was a knowing smile and a nod of his head.

"I, uh, better check my equipment..." I said

Chuck looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Photo equipment." I quickly added.

A girl with a British accent called that afternoon and gave me the details. I guess in between his "gallivanting" around Europe, John had actually made some contacts with value.

Vogue planned to put Poppy Montgomery, star of CBS' "Unforgettable" on its cover with a photo spread inside. To my surprise, I found out that John (and Chuck) had put in a good word for me and the Vogue reps promised free reign on the photos, they'd provide the clothes and the concept. All I had to provide were the photos. Vogue wanted a mix of "edgy" and "artistic" photos, preferably from Hollywood's past.

I can do that.

That night I poured over my Hollywood photo books and came across some images that could work for her. One was a shot from the mid-sixties of Marianne Faithfull in the movie "Girl on a Motorcycle" wearing a black leather catsuit-like outfit unzipped down to her waist. Another was of a 60's flower child with daisies in her hair and the sunlight behind her, lending a kind of angelic halo. 

"OK, that's a start..." I mumbled to myself as I scanned the photos and emailed them to my contact at Vogue. 

"What next?" I thought as I looked around at my overloaded bookshelves. 

I glanced up and saw a photo of me with Miley Cyrus taken while she was filming "Hannie Caulder". Poppy was a redhead (at least she was from the photos I'd seen) and the gunfighter outfit would work as well.

"We're on a roll..." I said to Smokie the cat, who'd just hopped up on my desk for a visit when another idea came to me.

I grabbed another photo book and found a shot of Brigitte Bardot leaning on an Alfa-Romeo sports car with what looked like the French Riviera behind her. 

Later that night an email arrived from my Vogue contact;

"Brilliant ideas, send a list of whatever you need." it said.

"Looks like we're in business, kitty." I said to my companion.

Smokie responded a with a yawn. 

My next call was to Sergei (he always made sure that it was pronounced "Sir-gay", his idea, not mine). He was a stylist I'd worked with before. Sergei was, well, very flamboyant in his personality. OK, he was gay. There, I've said it. To be fair, he always did a great job so whatever eccentricities he flaunted went with the territory. Plus, he was close with my secret friend Laura Austin, who'd introduced us. I also think he enjoyed throwing me off balance just as much as Laura did with his personality and actions. And he had the ability to get anything I need for my shoots. If it was in L.A., he could get it.

Just as I expected, Sergei had everything I needed, along with himself, when I started shooting the next day.

"How's this, Jim?" Poppy asked as she draped herself on the vintage Triumph Bonneville motorcycle Sergei had managed to get for the shoot. 

"Awesome..." I said as I clicked off several shots "Sit up now."

Poppy sat up, her legs straddling the bike, and gave me a seductive look as she slowly slid the zipper down the black leather cat suit she wore.

"A little bit further?" she asked.

I stared for the longest time through the viewfinder of my Nikon, speechless. From what I could see, she had beautiful tits.

"The lady's asking you a question, Hollywood." Sergei said in my ear.

"I know that, dearie." I replied without looking up "This ain't my first rodeo."

"I think it looks lovely where you have it." Sergei said to Poppy "Don't listen to Mr. Grumpy here, he majored in crudeness...stick out your boobs, honey." 

He gave me a look of resentment, I returned his look with one of my own.

"Take your little picture, darling." he said to me.

Sergei began to primp up Poppy's thick red hair, giving it a fuller look.

"Yes! That's it, baby!" he said excitedly "Get the shot, Hollywood!"

He was right, she did look great as I clicked off several shots in a row.

"OK, that'll do it for today." I said

We'd done the biker chick look, it was time to work on the western shots. 

We drove out to a ranch that belonged to a musician friend of Chuck's. I soon had Poppy draped in an old poncho and flat brimmed hat similar to Miley's. 

"I get to be a gunslinger? Cool!" she said with that easy smile of hers.

Poppy struck some classic western poses, the best of which had her leaning back in an old chair, her dusty boots propped up on a railing, an empty street in the background. She gave my camera a "don't mess with me" look that was both menacing and alluring. 

"Man, you could've been Hannie Caulder, you know." I said

"Oh! I loved that movie!" 

"Which one, there was a remake too."

"Oh, the original. My brother had such a hard-on for Raquel Welch." she replied "Don't get me wrong, Miley's was OK too. What about you?"

I thought for a minute.

"Both were good in their own ways."

"Yeah, right. You had a hard-on for her too." she snickered as she was led back to her trailer.

Oh, if she only knew!

A week later, the same British girl called to invite me to a meeting at Vogue's New York offices to go through the photos I'd taken. 

"Don't embarrass us, Jim!" was Chuck's only direction as I left for the meeting. 

"When have I ever?"

I didn't look back to see Chuck's face, but I'm sure steam was coming out of his ears.

Vogue's New York offices weren't as glamorous as I expected, they seemed more like a real estate office than an iconic magazine. And I guess "contributors" like me didn't get special treatment as I sat in an outer office waiting to be ushered in. I felt out of place in my leather jacket and jeans sitting next to a couple of models.

"Come here often?" I boldly asked one.

She looked at me, no, she ignored me.

Finally, an outside door opened and a coolly elegant silver-haired woman strolled in, eyes focused straight ahead wearing a camel hair coat which she tossed to a bevy of assistants who followed her. She issued orders to them before the door to the offices slammed shut again. The models seated next to me whispered to one another and quickly began texting.

"Um, w-who was that?" I asked "She must be important."

They looked at me with icy indifference.

"That's Anna Wintour" the receptionist said "She's the editor."

"Does she always keep people waiting like this?" I asked.

She looked at me with annoyance in her eyes.

"When you're the head of an iconic fashion magazine...you can come in any damn time you please. You should remember that Mister..."

Just then her phone buzzed.

"You can go in now."

I slipped her my business card.

"Mister Hollywood, remember that name." I said to her

Man, was I in a ballsy mood today!

I was led into a big conference room/office where Ms. Wintour sat at the head of the table, numerous assistants around her showing sheets of photo and ad copy.

"Sit here and keep quiet unless Ms. Wintour speaks to you." I was told sternly.

I looked around the room and saw Poppy on the other side, she spotted me and waved to me. I waved back. She looked so pretty in just simple jeans.

The meeting was rather boring as they argued back and forth about what should stay in the magazine that month, what could wait 'til next month, and what was out altogether.

"Alright...the cover?" Anna finally said.

"Yeah, that's me." Poppy spoke up.

Anna looked over at her, somewhat dismissively

"Yes...the photographer is here too?" she said without looking up from the photos.

"Uh, here..." I said as I hesitantly raised my hand, like I was back in school again.

The entire room turned to look at me. 

"Yes...I see." she replied in the same tone.

Anna continued to look through the sheets of photos as her assistants made their comments. 

"Yes...this will be fine...anything else?" she finally said looking round the room "Then we're done here."

She closed a huge book that seemed to represent this month's issue as everyone else stood and dispersed.

"Is that it?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"If she had anything to say she would've said it." a staffer quickly said to me in that dismissive tone as he walked out.

Poppy walked over to me with, I assumed, an agent or manager.

"Well, that was...strange." I said

"I know, even the network meetings are more interesting." she said "I guess no news is good news."

"You might be right." 

"Uh, we need to get to that interview, Poppy." the manager said.

"Right, see you later, Jim." she said, adding in a hug and kiss on my cheek.

This was, without a doubt, one of the strangest meetings I'd ever been to. I say one of, because it couldn't top the one Chuck's wife once called to solicit decorating ideas for a house they ended up not buying. 

"That's IT?!" Jeff said when I called.

Even he was just as confused.

"That's it, she didn't say anything to me, it was like I didn't exist."

There was only silence on his end.

"So...should I come home or what?"

Silence, followed by a long sigh of resignation.

"Well, you're in New York, you should have something to put on the expense report besides a cab ride...might as well buy yourself a nice dinner, I guess."

OK, I'm in New York, culinary capital of the world, where should I go?

My phone suddenly buzzed and it was the same British girl.

"You're invited to Ms. Wintour's home, she gives a party for every new issue, we'll have transport waiting at the Manhattan Helipad at 5 PM. Don't be late."

My dinner plans were set.

Wait a minute, did she say Helipad?

A huge helicopter deftly touched down on the back lawn of Miss Wintour's home in a tony section of the Hamptons. I got out of there as quickly as I could, I'd been terrified and fascinated the whole flight over. Like when you ride a roller coaster for the first time, you're initially scared but when it's over, you think "what was all that for?" and want to go on it again.

The party guests all seemed to be either models or part of the modeling crowd, so I didn't recognize anybody. Well, I can always find a spot to watch everything. I got a drink at the bar and finally saw a familiar face.

"Hey, finally someone I recognize." Poppy said as she joined me.

"Yes, I feel the same way. This is a strange crowd."

"I know, too ritzy for me."

Poppy wore a pretty light green dress, her red hair gently flowing around her. She looked so elegant holding a glass of wine.

"Feel like doing some exploring?" I asked

"What kind of exploring?"

"It's a big house, I'm kinda curious."

Poppy gave me a look of curiosity and intrigue. But before she could reply a man who must've been a publicist interrupted.

"Poppy! Anna needs you over here for the photos!"

She was immediately whisked over to a corner where a huge blowup of her cover was positioned. It was the first time I'd seen the cover and I immediately noticed something, the photo had been taken by someone else. Poppy stood for flashing cameras and questions from reporters, I could tell she was just as confused by the cover photo, but gamely smiled. When they finished, she immediately came over to me.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 77



"How come they didn't use your photo? You took the best ones!"

"I wish I knew, I can only assume what I DID take is inside the issue. I guess I'll have to buy a copy to find out."

"Well, it's not fair if you ask me."

"I guess that's show biz." I said with a shrug "Like another drink?"

"I'd love one." she said with a big smile as she wrapped her arm in mine.

New drinks in hand, we started to look around the house, careful not to arouse any suspicion. To my surprise, well, our surprise, it was kinda dull. Some antique furniture here and there, a few framed covers, but nothing that really impressed me.

"I feel like I'm at one of my parents' friends houses." I said

"Well...she's got a great view, I'll say that."

How silly of me! There were huge windows with views of the ocean and the setting sun.

"Feel like a walk on the beach?" she asked.

As we walked down a long wooden boardwalk to the beach, Poppy elegantly took off her shoes and handed them to me.

"So where'd the name Poppy come from?" I asked "I used to know a girl with that name but that was only because her big sister couldn't say her real name.

Poppy laughed.

"What was it?" she asked.

"Pamela."

She laughed again.

"That's nothing, have you ever heard my full name?"

"No, what is it?"

"OK, get ready..." she took as she deep breath "Poppy Petal Emma Elizabeth Deveraux Donahue." she said in a very singsong tone.

She smiled widely, like she knew it was funny seeing me speechless. 

"I got nothin', I can't beat that." I replied , making her laugh all the more

"It was my Mom's idea. She's really into horta-horta..."she said trying to think of a word "...What's that word that means you're into flowers?" 

"Horticulture?"

"THAT'S it!" she said with a wave of her arm "Right! She was into that and I guess they were still hippies back then, so I got the name Poppy. All my sisters got names like that. Except my brother."

"Really? What was he named? Birch bark?"

"No!" she laughed, holding my arm "Jethro, like the band, Jethro Tull." she said before quickly adding "What about you? Any scandalous names?"

"No, 'fraid not. Just plain 'ol Jim."

"That's not what I heard."

"Oh, yeah? What did you hear?"

"I heard...that you gave your card to that girl in the office and said you were Mister Hollywood." she said with a conspiratorial look as she spun around to get closer to me.

"Oh, crap...my secret's been revealed." I said sarcastically.

"So you ARE Mister Hollywood!"

"Ha! Only in my dreams."

We stopped walking on the beach.

"What about my dreams?" she asked in a lower tone.

We were staring at each other, the sound of the ocean around us.

"I-I don't know...I've never analyzed your dreams."

Great reply, Hollywood!

"Come here...Mister Hollywood." she said softly, drawing me in for a kiss.

Poppy and I kissed again, then a deeper kiss.

"Nice." she said with that smile of hers "Mister Hollywood."

"Very nice." I said.

"Oooh, look at the sunset." 

The ocean only added sound to the twilight colors we saw before us as we held each other.

"You look beautiful." I said to her.

"Why, Mister Hollywood...you're so charming."

I took her hand and led her to a small clearing of beach grass and beach sand where we lay on the soft sand. I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Poppy sat as close to me as she could, I kissed her again. She returned my kiss, then slowly pushed me onto my side and deeply kissed me.

"You feel so nice." she said as she was on top of me.

"You too."

Poppy lay on top of me, slowly rubbing her body against mine.

"That feel good?"

I could feel myself getting hard the more she did this.

"Very good." I said

Poppy sat up a little and looked around, then eagerly slid the straps of her dress down, showing her tits, a very nice B size and smiled at me naughtily. I tried not to look too surprised, but I was. She leaned down to let me kiss her tits, which I did. She giggled at the sensation of my lips and tongue on them. I wrapped my arms around her back to hold her tightly to me. 

"You're fun." she giggled "Let me make you feel good."

"You already did."

"OK, well I should do more."

Poppy sat up and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, then reached for my zipper, sliding it down and then slowly pulling my hard dick out.

"Nice!" she said with a giggle as she gave it few strokes before it went into her mouth.

Poppy had a soft touch with her lips and tongue as they swirled around its length. She came up off my dick and continued to softly and lovingly stroke it while looking at me.

"Like that?" she said with a flirty smile "Like me wanking you?"

I could only nod, she giggled at how tongue-tied I'd suddenly become.

"Yeah, I can tell...you like it." she giggled "I like it too...gets me horny..."

Though it was dark, Poppy stood up and looked around again. Once satisfied, she appeared to reach under her dress and slid her panties down, and then off. I tried to slide my pants off but I could feel the sand accumulating everywhere. She didn't seem to mind and I felt her body on top of me and my dick sliding inside her. She slowly started to move up and down on my dick, deftly balancing herself. 

"Oh, fuck yeah..." she moaned "Fuck yeah...oh yeah..."

It was strange being like this on a dark beach, I only wished I could see her better. I guess she didn't mind. She leaned down and we kissed deeply.

"I like this." she whispered "How 'bout you?"

"I like it too."

What was I supposed to say?

I felt her hips grind into me and I held her as close as I could, my hands drifted down and caressed her ass, it felt nice. Her little moans and gasps sounded very sexy too.

"Uh-huh...oh yeah...uh-huh...oh baby..." she moaned

But now I could noises close by, like voices.

"Poppy!" I heard a female voice yell "Where are you?!"

Our little beach tryst suddenly stopped. 

"Is that someone with you?" I asked

"Yeah...publicist..." she said in a slightly gasping tone "I don't wanna stop."

"I think we'll have to, I'm sorry." 

Poppy kissed me again.

"I've got an idea, stick with me." she said as she got off me and tried to straighten herself, I did the same but I could feel the beach sand everywhere.

"Poppy!" the publicist called again.

"Over here! I'm coming" she yelled back.

Poppy and I met the publicist on the boardwalk who gave us an earful, she made apologies and tried to explain how I was getting pictures of her against the sunset and we got lost.

"Really? Where's your camera?" she asked sternly.

"He was using his cellphone, right Jim?" Poppy quickly said

"Right! Haven't you ever heard of Hipstamatic? It's a photo app Apple sells it on Itunes." I added, flashing my cellphone to prove my point and hoping I wasn't asked to prove I really had it on my phone, which I didn't.

"Come on, the limos' waiting out front." the publicist said.

"Jim will be riding back with us." Poppy said firmly "He had a rough trip in the helicopter so we'll give him a ride back." 

"He's in luck, I need to get back to the city quickly so I'll ride in the chopper." she said as the doors to the limo swung open.

"Behave yourself." she said to Poppy as we got in.

As the limo pulled away from the house, we both looked at each other and laughed.

"Now, where were we?" I said as I turned to Poppy.

"Mmmmm...we were here." she said as she kissed me again.

As we kissed, my hand began to wander up her shapely thigh until it went under her dress and drew ever closer to her pussy. Poppy gave a beautiful sigh as I got closer and closer until my fingers touched it, she was already wet with excitement. I guess she "conveniently" left her panties on the beach. I kissed her all the more and she was loving it.

"Mmmm...that feels so nice..." she said softly.

My fingers penetrated her and she breathed in sharply, her eyes closed. I started to reach for the straps on her dress but she slid them down for me and even in the dim light of the limo I could see her tits much better, they were a very nice "B" size and she smiled at my expression.

"Like 'em?" she asked with a sneaky smile.

"Oh yes..." I said as I kissed her nipples, making her giggle with excitement.

Poppy gently eased my head off her breasts and pulled the bottom of her dress up, smiling broadly as I took in her pussy. Her smile was all the encouragement I needed, I crouched down and kissed all around the perfectly smooth skin, then lightly touched it with my tongue. Then with a little more of my tongue. She was breathing sharply with every movement I made down there and a low slow moan came out as my tongue penetrated her sweet pussy. The limo continued to hum silently along the highway as I licked all around her pussy.

"Mmmm, baby...that feels so good..." she moaned.

"Like that, huh?"

Poppy gave me that big smile from her TV show as I sat up and sat close to her.

"Tell me the truth...have you ever done it in a limo?" she asked as I sat up and sat close to her.

I sheepishly nodded, her smile only got bigger.

"I always wanted to...whaddya say?" she said

"I say, why not?"

"Alright!"

I struggled a little to get my pants down, she didn't seem to mind and even though she helped me, they still bunched up around the ankles, making her laugh all the more.

"That's OK, babe." she said with a smile "At least I can get at the most important part." 

Poppy began to slowly stroke my dick, smiling at me all the while.

"Like that?"

Again, all I could do is nod and hope I still had something left for her when it counted.

Poppy straddled my lap and lowered herself onto my no-hard dick again. This time, there was little chance of us being interrupted. Her head dropped back and a beautiful smile came over her as she felt me inside her. I held her hips as she rocked up and down on me. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close. Hearing her moans was so sexy close-up. I was gritting my teeth as we fucked.

"Yeah...uh-huh...so good...oh my god you feel so good...oh my god so hot..." she said softly and passionately.

We kept fucking as the limo rolled through the highway night.

"Oh yeah...ohhh yeah...oh yeah..." Poppy continued to moan out "Sooo good...oh my god this feels sooo good!"

Her eyes were closed, that happy smile of hers still there. I could tell she felt so naughty, so did I.

"Oh yeah...oh my god...oh my god...OH MY GODD! I'M CUMMING...OH MY GOD!"

I could feel my explosion building too.

"Gonna cum...!"

"Yeah! Cum for me babe! Cum for me babe!"

I exploded inside her pussy.

We both felt spent as every last drop shot into her.

She leaned back a little to look at me.

"Wow, that was fun!" she giggled.

I was laughing too, between gasps for breath.

The limo slowed down a little as it came to a stoplight. Poppy reached for the window button and lowered it a little. She laughed again.

"Oh, I gotta try this!" she laughed.

Poppy now reached for the sunroof button, it opened sending a rush of cool air inside. She stood up through the opening, still topless, obviously.

"Hey!" she yelled out to anyone on the street "Watch my show!"

She dropped back inside, we were both laughing hysterically.

Now I stood up through the sunroof.

"I just fucked the girl from Unforgettable!" I yelled

Poppy joined me.

"Best fuck I've ever had!" she yelled.

I'm sure whoever was on the street enjoyed our little show.

Now dressed, but still laughing, we pulled up to her hotel. Poppy generously tipped the driver and told him to take me to wherever I was staying. We stood at the entrance and kissed again.

"Now I know why they call you Mister Hollywood." she said softly with a sly smile as we parted.

As she walked towards the entrance, I stood by the limo's door and suddenly broke into song;

"Unforgettable...that's what you are..."

Poppy looked over her shoulder and gave me that classic sexy smile TV viewers saw every week.

The expense report I turned in to Jeff was "unforgettable" as well.

"You went all the way to New York, on the company's dime and all you're reporting is a cab ride from the airport?" Jeff said when I got back "I think you just redefined the word cheapskate."

"Jeff, if I explained everything you'd never believe me..." I began.

"Well, don't." he replied "By the way, this came for you this morning."

He tossed me a big envelope with Vogue's return address on it. I opened it and inside was the Vogue issue, but this one had my photo of Poppy on the cover. Inside was a hand-written note;

"You did such a wonderful job, we changed the cover."

It was signed by Anna Wintour.

"I don't know who you talked to but they changed the cover, they never do that." Jeff said.

"I must've done an unforgettable job." I replied with a smile as I walked out of Jeff's office.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 78



"I was right!" 

It was all the cryptic message from Laura Austin said.

The party at Gary Mackas' home had ended with a Police raid looking for illegal activities of the invited guests. It netted the arrest of, among others, former Artists Unlimited agent Scott Jackson on possession of illegal narcotics, on top of the resisting arrest charges (supposedly it took a Taser gun and about a dozen of the LAPD's finest to hold him down). But the authorities missed getting several ladies (among them my friend Laura Austin) who'd been hired by Gary for "entertainment" along with their driver, me. I'd had my own encounter with Scott that night, I caught him in the midst of an assault on Rita, one of Laura's friends, and our battle was worthy of a WWE match. Once we were safely home, I told them all that I knew about Scott, it turned out Rita and Laura knew Scott as well. Their information was sketchy, but Laura seemed determined to find out all she could. And she had more extensive resources than I did. 

That's why her text message made me curious, what had she found?

Chuck Tyler, the head of Artists Unlimited, was understandably livid about my getting mixed up in the case as he had just engineered a merger with Talent Associates in New York and made a clean break from Scott, his longtime east coast rival, and hoped to keep that distance in the newly expanded company. His legal team assured him that this was only a bump in the road, there'd be no legal consequences for me or the company. 

There was still that text message, though. 

I'd kept Chuck in the dark as to the full extent of my activities at the party, not to mention the battle Scott and I had. And especially Laura's mysterious text message.

What did she mean?

I got my answer Thursday night when she called me at home.

"Hey, babe!" she said in that effortlessly sexy voice "What would you say to a weekend in Palm Springs?"

The offer perked me up.

"I'd say...what hotel?"

"No hotel...gorgeous place that I'm house-sitting." she said before adding "For a friend."

I thought for a minute.

"Oh, come on! It's gets lonely in the desert, you know." she said before adding in a sexier voice "And for the price of driving me home you get to play with me all weekend."

That got my attention! 

"OK, what's the address?"

As my Mercedes convertible smoothly navigated south on California's Highway 10, I still wondered about that text message. 

"What could it mean?" I thought 

Any questions I had disappeared when I pulled onto the private road where the address was located. The desert was all around me and few houses could be seen. The further into the desert I drove the more remote I felt. Finally I spotted what looked like a group of flying saucers atop a distant hill.

This was the place.

The SLK roared up the steep, winding, driveway. I slowly got out of my car and looked around. I saw no other cars and there was a stillness all around me. I finally heard a door open and a diminutive, yet powerful figure, stood in the doorway in a black tank top, denim cutoffs and black sheepskin boots.

"Hollywood!" she said happily "You made it!" 

Knowing I was in the presence of Laura Austin, I smiled.

"Look at you..." she giggled as I met her at the door "Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and Converse sneakers...you look like a college kid on spring break."

"Yeah, where's the wet t-shirt contest?"

"Oh, here baby!" she laughed as she shook her body, making her beautifully large tits sway "Mmmm...so good to see you again!"

"So this is the place?" I said looking around.

"Uh-huh! You are gonna LOVE this place!" she said as she took my hand "Lemme show you around!"

The heat of the desert quickly disappeared as we went inside, the floors were highly polished gray stone that instantly felt cool on on my feet, even in sneakers. Even though the amount of furniture was small inside the vast home it had an ultra-modern look nonetheless. 

"Check this out!" Laura said enthusiastically in the huge kitchen with its gleaming appliances "I'm gonna cook you an Italian feast in here!" 

She opened the huge refrigerator and tossed me a bottle of water.

"Keep this nearby, it gets really hot out here." she said as she opened one for herself "You've gotta see this!" she said as she grabbed my arm again.

Laura led me into the huge round living room which had no windows but instead opened out onto the desert landscape. With its high ceilings, I felt like I was inside Madison Square Garden. At what seemed like the edge of the floor, it suddenly dropped out and reveled a huge half-circle shaped swimming pool which stretched out further, giving the impression of infinity. 

"Doesn't that pool look awesome?" she said excitedly

"Damn!" was all I could say as I looked around "I get the feeling I've seen this house somewhere before."

"I do too, I was hoping you knew where."

"I guarantee it'll come to me at like three in the morning. Who owns this place anyway?"

"Now, now, you know my rule..."

"Right, a good escort never tells her secrets. I guess that applies to houses too?"

"Especially to houses."

Laura led me down a winding staircase to long hallway covered with framed posters for classic Italian, French, American, even Japanese films into a large, somewhat dim, screening room with a row of overstuffed leather theater chairs. There was a wonderfully cool and quiet feeling down here.

"We can watch a movie in here later."

"Man, I hope I don't fall asleep in those chairs."

"Oh, that reminds me! Let me show you the bedroom."

"You can leave your bag in here." she said as she opened the door to one room before adding "I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." 

I did a double-take, she gave me that sexy smile in return.

Laura led me into a master bedroom with huge curving windows that looked out onto the desert. The bed appeared to be 2 king-size beds pushed together and it was covered with a fur bedspread.

"What do you think?" she said as she draped herself seductively on the bed.

I looked at her beautiful form.

"I think I'll, I mean, we'll be rather comfortable."

"Come here." she said with a slow beckoning of her finger.

I slowly joined her on the bed and she sat up on her knees.

"I forgot to tell you the best part of this place..." she said in a softer voice as she began to unbutton my shirt "We're out in the desert...it's very hot...we're alone...and this is a clothing optional residence."

My shirt was open and she softly traced her fingers around my chest.

"So the neighbors don't mind, huh?"

"There are no neighbors." she said with a smile and a softer voice as we kissed. 

"Undress me..." she whispered in my ear "I wanna be naked with you...want you to see my hot body..."

I reached for the bottom of her tank top and began to slowly pull it upward. Laura raised her arms and as her beautifully large tits were revealed she began to smile widely, then stretched her arms out.

"Ohhhh...so nice!" she said as she cupped her tits while looking at me "Mmmm...I know you love my boobs...give 'em some loving, babe."

I leaned in and kissed her nipples, instantly making them diamond hard. They smelled of a wonderfully fragrant perfume. My kisses turned to sucks on her nipples. Laura was already moaning and holding my head close to her.

"Let's get those pants off you, hon." she said with a giggle "Gotta take advantage of that option, you know."

Laura quickly unzipped my shorts and pulled them and my underwear off. My dick, already semi-hard, popped out making her smile widely. She started to unsnap her cutoffs but I stopped her, I wanted to have my fun with her.

"No, no...don't take them off...I wanna do that." I said

"Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

Laura stood up on her knees. Her big beautiful tits looked so nice this way. I unsnapped her cutoffs and slowly slid my hand inside. I could feel silky panties underneath. I slowly caressed the material and felt a beautiful warmth that became a moist warmth the more I caressed. 

"What are you doing?"

"Feeling you up...you like that?"

"Oh, I love being felt up."

Laura's eyes were closed and she was softly moaning. Her mouth slowly opened and she sounded even sexier. 

"Oh, you naughty boy!" she said in a gasping tone.

"Oh, am I?"

"Yessss..." she purred.

"I can be even naughtier, you know." 

"Oh, yes...be naughty...be a naughty boy..."

I moved my hand inside her panties, she felt very wet.

"That makes you a naughty girl..."

"Oh yesss..."

Her tits heaved upward the more my hand fondled her pussy.

"Like that?"

"I love it...my god, you're making me so wet..." she moaned 

I took my finger out and fed it to her, she eagerly licked it, tasting her sweet pussy.

"Oh god...Jim...you're gonna make me cum..."

"Good...I wanna make you cum..." I said as my fingers penetrated her again.

"OH GODDDD!" she cried

"Cum for me babe...cum for me..."

I felt so lascivious, she brought it out in me somehow. 

"Oh god...oh god...oh god...YESSSSS!" she cried as she climaxed.

Laura fell forward into my arms and we fell backwards onto the bed. She was breathing heavily, but in a happy way.

"Wow!" she laughed "That felt good!"

"First of many, I guess."

"Oh, yeah, you got that right!" she gasped "Can I take these off now?"

I nodded.

Laura's cutoffs fell to the floor and she proudly showed me the wet spot on her panties before slowly removing them. She looked great nude, as usual.

"My turn now." she said.

"Let's do it outside." I said

"Ohhhh, kinky!" she giggled "I know just the spot!"

We were both nude now, I still had on my sneakers and Laura her fuzzy fur boots. Laura took my hand and showed me a large room off the master bedroom.

"Check out the bathroom here!" she said

It was huge with big windows like in the bedroom. The shower had transparent glass walls and multiple shower heads and looked big enough for a football team to use. In the center was a marble bathtub whose design reminded me of something else.

"It looks like a salad bowl." I said

Laura looked at it and laughed.

"Oh my god, you're right! Well, you know I'll toss your salad." she said as she held my arm and gave me a lusty look.

"Better that than tossing my cookies."

Laura threw her head back and laughed all the more.

She led me outside by the pool, the sun was like an inferno, but on our bodies it felt good. Laura and I kissed deeply and her hands were fondling my dick and balls which grew in excitement. She slowly knelt down and softly kissed around the head, then her mouth began to inhale the full length of my dick. She looked up at me as she slowly licked up the full length of my now fully erect dick.

"Like that, babe?" she said in a giggly voice.

As usual, I could only nod.

Laura resumed her oral project on me, adding her hands as they moved up and down my dick along with her lips and tongue. What she did felt so hot, literally and figuratively. I tried not to be one of those guys who thought pushing the girls head as she sucked was sexy. But it wasn't easy.

Gonna...gonna cum, babe..." I groaned before exploding into her mouth, Laura gave me a happy "humming" sound as she took all of my climax. Then let some of it dribble out of her mouth onto my dick, looking up at me with a sexy smile as she showed me her tongue, which she wiggled at me.

"W-wow..." was all I could say. 

"Like that?" she said as she stood up.

"Oh, yeah..." I said with a slightly hoarse voice.

"I knew you would." she said as she stood up and elbowed me into the pool. The water shocked me back to reality. I surfaced and she stood over me, hands on her hips like Wonder Woman, her super smooth pussy looking nice and her tits like free-standing mountains in the sky. She knelt down and kissed me, then whispered in my ear;

"Lick my pussy, babe."

Laura kicked off her fur boots, sat down and opened her legs, slowly and delicately running a finger through her pussy. I pulled her closer to me and kissed my way up her legs. I softly kissed her pussy lips and began touching them with the tip of my tongue, I could feel her shudder as I did this. I continued to tease her like this before plunging my tongue deep inside her. She let out a loud gasp as my tongue continued to probe inside her. I started using my finger as I looked up at her, she was lying back on the ground, touching her nipples and moaning loudly. I inserted a second, then a third finger in her pussy. She was practically screaming now as I finger fucked her. Her body convulsed upward and she let out a long, loud cry of pleasure before she "returned to earth" as it were. She sat up and looked at me, a satisfied smile on her face. 

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into the pool. I knew she wasn't a good swimmer so I held her carefully. The water was deep enough that I could stand and she could wrap her legs around me. We floated over to a more shallow part of the pool. I was still standing, her legs were wrapped around my waist. The water splashed and rippled around us and her arms were around my neck, she loved being held this way and I playfully twirled her around in the water. Her naked body looked so nice in the water.

The pool seemed stocked for leisure and she pulled an inflatable lounge chair over and got on it. At the other end of the pool was a matching one that I swum over and grabbed.

"So, whaddya think Hollywood?" she said as she put on a stylish pair of mirrored sunglasses.

"You were right, I'm gonna love this place." I said as I put on my own pair.

The desert sun was doing its job on us and we frequently slipped into the water to cool off. In the shallow end of the pool, she was on my lap as we sat in the water, gently kissing one another. I was hard again and she could tell. With a naughty smile, I felt her hand slip down and guide my dick into her pussy. The water splashed around us as we fucked, her small body making for easy access to those big tits of hers. With a loud groan from me, I exploded into her pussy, much to her satisfaction. 

As I watched her gently floating in the pool, her skin a golden brown, almost Latina in tone, I noticed something I'd never seen before. 

"You know, in all the times we've been together, I don't think I've ever seen any tan lines on your body."

"Of course." she said idly "Some people find it a distraction...I agree."

In looking at the contrasting tone of my body, I agreed too.

In the silence of the desert, and the quiet rippling of the water, we both dozed off. 

"OK, I should get dinner going." she said as she headed inside, her cute ass looking so nice. She turned to look at me with a big smile on her face as I slowly awoke.

"You got my sneakers wet!" I yelled jokingly "Do you know what sneakers this ratty cost?"

"Send me the bill." she said over her shoulder as she went inside.

I stood on the bottom of the pool and looked around. This was the start of another adventure for me, and it looked to be a fun one.

The squishing sound of my sneakers told Laura I was coming. Already there were several pots going on the big stove. And other than an apron, she was still nude.

"You're not mad at me are you? You know, for pushing you in the pool?"

"Nah." I said as I held her from behind and softly kissed her neck "How could I ever be mad at you?"

"Good...I'll give you some sage advice, Hollywood." she said without even looking away from her cooking "Never get an Italian girl mad when she's at the stove."

I released me hands and stepped back.

"These hands never touched your body." 

Laura wasn't kidding about her culinary talents, she really could cook. For an east coast kid whose knowledge of Italian cooking didn't go much beyond pizza and spaghetti, this was an eye opener, for sure. So was eating dinner and sipping wine in the nude. She was proud of her cooking, that's for sure, and sat to my right the whole time. 

"It's not often I get to cook for someone, you know." she said with pride.

"Where'd you learn all this anyway?"

"Different places. My mama, obviously..." she began "I picked up some things from people I've met along the way."

"People, uh, would that be, uh..." my voice trailed off as I tried to not come out and say clients.

"No, no, not those people." Laura quickly replied with a little smile. She seemed to also have a bit of esp when it came to naïve goofballs like me, and what they might say, or try to say "Those people would just buy me dinner. I've met other people along the way, you know."

"They taught you well." I said as I raised my wine glass in tribute.

"Awww, thanks, babe." she said with a smile as she gripped my hand.

I had to ask something serious now.

"Uh, c-could I ask about that text you sent me."

"Mmm, that!" she said through a sip of wine "Right, I figured out where I knew Scott from. He has a rare badge of dishonor."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh, Elizabeth banned him from ever contacting her. He's persona non grata with her and everyone else in town."

"Why?"

"Well, Scott was a real pervert, to put it mildly." she began "He wanted his own porn films made and he paid Gary to provide the girls..."

"From Elizabeth?"

"Among others. Anyway..." she said as she took another sip "Gary was acting as a pimp for Scott. Gary got some girls to be in his film and he got pretty rough with some of them."

"Were you one of them?"

"I'm getting to that." she continued "Rita was one of the girls in the film, and after it was done he wanted to hire her again for another film."

She took another sip of wine, then her voice became more serious.

"But he wanted her and two other girls to fuck him. And...he asked if Rita could find them."

"What kind of girls?"

"Younger girls."

I was confused.

"What do you mean? How much younger?"

She gave me a deadly serious look.

"Younger." she said in a tone that matched her look. Suddenly, I realized exactly what she meant.

Scott Jackson wanted an underage girl. Make that 2 underage girls.

"Whoa..." was all I could say.

Laura slowly nodded in agreement as she refilled my glass.

"She told Elizabeth, said she'd never work with him again, Elizabeth banned him and that was the end of it, until that night."

"At Gary's party?"

"Right, Scott saw Rita and...well, you know the rest." 

I sat back in my chair and took another drink. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this was a man who'd charmed me, made me think I was on my way to big things within the company. I had to wonder if Chuck knew about this. But I also knew there was someone else who'd been there that night, and in a manner of speaking, I'd saved her life.

"How's she doing anyway?" I asked, thinking that might change the mood.

"Rita? Oh, she's fine, she's down in Cabo with Vicky." 

"Business or pleasure?"

"Oh! Strictly pleasure this time." she replied with a reassuring smile.

"So when you sent that text, you were just confirming that you knew him from the films?"

"Right."

"Then, what's your involvement with the films?"

Laura thought for a minute, then took another sip of wine.

"Perhaps it's better if I show you." she said as she stood and took my hand.

Laura led me back downstairs to the screening room and we sat down in the front row of seats. In between the seats was a table that pulled out, much like a folding classroom desk. She pulled out the table and a laptop computer popped open.

"What the hell is that?" I asked excitedly.

"A little gadget the owner installed, it accesses his movie library." she said as she showed me an extensive list of films on its screen. I was spellbound.

"Damn, I gotta get one of those!" I said.

"Good luck trying to, it was custom made for him." she said without looking at me as she studied the list. She kept scrolling through titles until she found one that just had a series of numbers and letters.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 78



"This is it." she said before turning to me "OK, don't say I didn't warn you."

Laura clicked a button, sat back in the chair and the huge TV began showing a film that began, oddly, with the 20th Century Fox theme music and the MGM lion roaring.

The camera faded in on a building with "Central High School" on it before dissolving into what seemed like an office with a well-dressed brunette woman wearing glasses and her hair done up in a bun. I looked closely and suddenly recognized her.

"You?" I said to Laura.

She smiled and nodded

"Nice hair, huh?"

We kept watching the film.

In the office, there was a knock at the door

"Yes, come in."

A teenage looking kid walked in wearing a football jersey and jeans.

"Uh, Coach said I needed to see you." he said

"Oh, yes...I'm assigned to do some psychological profiles on the team and I thought you'd like to talk." she said.

"Uh, yeah, OK, that's cool."

"So...Jimmy, is it?" she said

"Gee, what a coincidence." I said to Laura, who giggled in response.

"Jimmy...do you have a girlfriend these days?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"That's good." the Doctor said to "Jimmy" "Tell me, Jimmy...is she attractive?"

"Sure, why do you ask?"

"It's part of the profile..." the "Doctor" said "I'm going to do some word association with you, just say the first thing that comes into your mind." 

The "Doctor's" questions were simple at first but began to get more sexual in nature. Then she began to stand close to "Jimmy" so that he could see how big her tits were.

"Tell me Jimmy, are you and your girlfriend sexually active?" 

"What? Uh, well, n-not really."

"I see." the "Doctor" said as she made a notation on her questionnaire "Have you touched her breasts?"

"Uh...no."

"Would you like to?"

"Y-yeah..." he replied shyly

"Has she touched your penis?"

"N-no."

"Would you like her to?"

"Y-yes." he replied in the same tone.

"Would you like to...touch my breasts?"

"Jimmy's" eyes widened

"Uh...I don't know..." he stammered, much like someone I knew.

"Geez, this kids' a born actor." I nervously said to Laura.

"So's his co-star." Laura immediately replied.

The slow buildup to any "action" was having an effect on me, and Laura knew it. She was caressing and stroking my dick as we watched her do the same on film. She was enjoying her work on me as she watched her character, who soon had "Jimmy's" pants off and was stroking his dick too.

"Mmmm...you have a beautiful cock, Jimmy...it's a shame your girlfriend doesn't know..." the "Doctor" said.

Before I knew it, Laura had me on the floor and we were re-enacting all the action onscreen. When the "Doctor" climbed on top of "Jimmy" and inserted his dick inside her, Laura did the same. When "Jimmy" bent the "Doctor" over her desk and fucked her from behind, Laura and I did the same. It was strange, but very sexy! Laura was getting off not just on me, but on watching her movie doppelganger at work. I don't know if it was somehow planned, but I exploded inside Laura the same time as my movie doppelganger did. 

Laura was gasping just as much as she did in the movie.

"W-w-watch for...the ending..." she said

The movie ended with "Jimmy" leaving the doctors' office and her voice saying "next!" as the camera pulled back and showed an additional number of players standing in line who'd been told to "see the doctor".

"Gee, great ending." I said as we lay on the floor looking up at the screen. Laura giggled and gave me a soft kiss.

As night fell, we went back out to the pool and lay together on the huge lounge chairs that surrounded the pool. The stars were all around us, and I finally found the controls for the huge sound system the home's owner had. The owner had diverse musical tastes, I'll say that. 

"Put on whatever you like, babe." she said as I fiddled with the controls.

Since the home had a kind of futuristic feel to it, I found Dark Side of the Moon suited the mood. As the music played, we looked up at the stars, and felt like we were drifting in space.

"I think you liked the movie." she said in a flirty voice. 

I took a deep breath.

"Well...it certainly was original."

"I had fun doing it."

"Whose idea was it?"

"The guy who owns this place. He commissioned it."

"Not Scott?"

"No, he actually got the idea for his film from watching mine. I never saw his film, just heard about them."

"Something tells me they weren't very good."

Laura shook her head and gave me a sour look.

"Very cheap and very crude from what Rita told me."

"Um, did you do any others?"

"Uh-huh." she said casually "It was just a job, I wasn't too crazy about it, but it did get me my car."

"The Corvette?"

"I have a Cadillac too, remember?"

I found out about her ownership of the Cadillac when she had me drop her off at the dealership once, I guess the Caddy was her "everyday" car and the Corvette was the "fun" car.

"Oh, yeah...forgot about that one."

"That's because you like the 'Vette, it's got the same curves as me."

"Yes, very true."

"Also got me a nice financial portfolio, that's gonna come in handy down the road. Never hurts to think ahead, you know."

"Yes, my Dad said that to me many times."

Laura turned over to face me.

"You wanna watch another one?"

"Maybe later...I think Mr. Happy deserves a break."

Laura giggled and gave my dick a playful tap.

"Mister Happy...I like that."

But temptation was too great and we were soon back in the screening room. Laura pulled up another film from the laptop. It began like the other except this one was set in a Doctor's exam room, Laura came onscreen and was shown to an exam table by a nurse I didn't recognize.

"Who's the nurse?" I asked

"I'm not sure, I think her name was Debbie." Laura replied

"Disrobe and put on this gown." the nurse said, very business-like "The doctor will be in shortly."

Laura nervously began to disrobe and the camera picked up on the nurse's reaction to her body, she seemed impressed, and aroused. Laura hesitantly put on the gown. A minute later, a woman doctor entered wearing a standard lab coat and glasses, her hair in a bun. The doctor looked familiar.

"Is that...?"

"Yep, that's Vicki. I think she's the one who brought in the other girl."

"So, you're here for your yearly exam?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Anything I need to know?"

"Well, doctor...I-I don't know how to explain it." Laura said hesitantly.

"You can tell me."

"I-I don't know how to explain it...I feel funny, um, down there..."

"Funny? In what way?"

"Like...funny..."

"Well, then let's check you out." the doctor said as she took her stethoscope and slipped it inside Laura's gown to listen to her heart. She listened for a while, then removed it from her ears.

"Let me loosen your gown a little more." 

The Doctor loosened the top of Laura's gown and exposed her breasts.

"Oh, you have very nice breasts Laura...nice and full...yes, very nice." the doctor said as she examined them, cupping them in her hands and softly touching her nipples "Nurse...what do you think?"

"They're beautiful." she said as she began to softly touch her own breasts through her uniform.

"Let's see what going on downstairs." the doctor said as she raised up the bottom of her gown and exposed Laura's perfectly smooth pussy.

"That's where I feel funny Doctor..." Laura said.

The doctor placed her hand on Laura's pussy and began to feel around.

"Yes...you're very wet down here...I think I know why you feel this way, Laura."

"Why?" she said fearfully

"It's very simple, dear. You're horny."

"What should I do?"

The doctor looked at her nurse.

"We can take care of that can't we, Nurse Debbie?"

"Yes, Doctor Vicki."

The two immediately ripped open their outfits and showed their naked bodies. Then the traditional porn film music began.

"Oh, boy...I can see where this is going." I said to Laura, who laughed.

"Hey, we had fun."

The doctor and nurse began to suck on Laura's tits, the camera zooming in on their tongue action as well as a finger sliding in and out of Laura's pussy.

"Oh, Doctor! This treatment is working! Oh God I feel so much better!"

"Wonderful...we have some further remedies as well. Nurse, I think you know what to do here."

"Yes, Doctor."

The nurse's head was soon seen between Laura's legs, her tongue on her pussy. Laura was moaning and gasping the whole time.

"I think some further treatments are in order here, Nurse."

The doctor pulled out the stirrups from each side of the exam table and Laura dutifully put her feet in them.

"I've always been scared of these exams doctor...but now I love them!" Laura said happily.

"Good, we have a very special one in store for you...Nurse?"

The camera turned to show the nurse's face, then slowly panned down to show the huge dildo she'd strapped on.

"Usually I do this but my nurse is in training so we have to give her some...experience."

Laura gasped at the sight of the huge toy, then smiled widely in expectation.

The Nurse got in position and then slowly eased the dildo into Laura's pussy. Laura's eyes widened then she let out a long moan of pleasure as it entered her and began thrusting in and out of her pussy.

"Oh nurse! OH MY GOD!!" she cried.

"Yes, nurse, keep doing that...keep probing her..." the doctor said.

"That's bizarre..." I said

"Not turned on?"

I shook my head, then reconsidered.

"Well, I guess it's interesting..."

"But not that interesting?"

I nodded.

"No prob. I wasn't all that crazy about it either." she said as she clicked off the film and scrolled through the computer's list.

"How many films are in there?"

"A few...but only a handful have me in them."

"What are the others?"

"Different things...stuff from the 70's and 80's, couple of home made ones...OK, here's a good one." 

She clicked on the title and sat back.

"You'll like this one." she said with a naughty smile.

The next movie opened on a huge gym and Laura was running on a treadmill. Even with a sports bra her tits were bouncing up and down, sweat dripping off her. She stopped, dabbed herself with a towel and headed for the locker room. She did a slow striptease for the camera until she was naked, even dripping in sweat she looked hot. She then wrapped herself in a towel and walked to the showers. The shower room was empty and she turned one on full blast.

"Look good so far?" she asked me

"So far, yes."

Laura rinsed all the sweat off her, then slowly started to soap up her body. Her face showed how good the water and soap felt on her body. She took a sponge and began to sensuously wash her tits and slowly worked her way down to her pussy. The sponge was replaced by her fingers. The feeling was so good she sat down on the shower floor and began to rub, then finger, her pussy. Her eyes opened and the empty shower room was replaced by 2 hunky men and one woman who were also enjoying the shower. The men were generously endowed, as was the woman.

The movie was having the right effect on me and I was getting hard again. I glanced over at Laura and she was softly touching herself. She looked at me and smiled.

"I liked this one." she said

Onscreen, the men both extended their arms to Laura and she stood and they began to eagerly kiss and touch her. She returned their kisses and felt their rapidly hardening dicks, her eyes widening at how big they were getting. The lone woman came up behind Laura and kissed her neck, then began to feel her tits and slowly caress her ass. Laura turned and began deeply kissing the woman, their cheeks expanding and contracting as their tongues merged. They began rubbing their tits against one another, giggling at the sensations, and knowing they were not only turning themselves on, but the men close to them. The girls looked at the men and knew they couldn't resist the temptation anymore. Laura knelt down and began to kiss each man's dick and soon was alternately sucking them. The other woman watched eagerly and added her own kisses to each. She marveled at how Laura could get the full length of each man into her throat. Laura looked very happy with her oral handiwork and encouraged the other woman to try the same, she wasn't as skilled as Laura but made up for it in turning on Laura. 

The other woman pulled Laura up to her feet and pushed her against the shower wall and forcefully kissed her while pushing her fingers deep into Laura's pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, then forcing Laura to suck the woman's fingers. She knelt down and buried her face in Laura's pussy pushing her tongue deep into her. Laura's tiny frame enabled her to rest her legs on the other woman's shoulders as she licked her pussy. She then spun Laura around and finger fucked her from behind.

By now one of the men approached the other woman and pushed her aside. Fingers were replaced by a hard dick and the man fucked her hard. The other man forced the woman down to suck his dick more. The room was now filled with moans and gasps as Laura was fucked from behind and the other woman had a mouthful of dick that was soon in her own pussy as she was fucked the same way as Laura.

Laura was picked up off the shower floor as the man fucked her pussy standing up. Laura was in heaven s all this was going on. The man lowered her to the floor and pulled out of her and he was replaced by the other man. He lay on the shower floor and Laura mounted him. Her big tits bounced up nd down s she enjoyed this new sensation. But that was not all.

The first man knelt down behind Laura and pushed her slightly forward, She looked at him warily, wondering what he would do. He took his dick and slowly pushed it into her ass. Her face twisted slightly with pain but then became a look of ecstasy.

Laura was experiencing double penetration. She had two cocks in her and she was loving it. 

"Well, that's different." I said to Laura

"It was something, I'll say that."

While all this went on, the other woman was eagerly fingering her own pussy. She went over to Laura and they deeply kissed as she felt Laura's tits. The woman sat on the face of one man as he licked her pussy, Laura licked her tits and she had a stunning orgasm.

The men were on the verge of climaxing, they each pulled out of Laura and she knelt before them, jerking their dicks until they exploded on her tits. She and the other woman traded off licking the last drops off each man's dick and giving kisses to each other. She looked at her friends, her lips and chin covered in their cum, a satisfied smile on her face.

The camera pulled back to show Laura alone again in the shower. She looked around, smiled, and walked out of the shower room.

"Not bad, huh?"

"That was...something." I said.

"Feel like re-enacting it?" she asked with a naughty smile.

We were soon in the huge shower, Laura soaping up my body, getting my dick hard, until she felt I was ready for her oral artistry. She wrapped her lips and tongue around my dick and gave me a scintillating blowjob. I could only close my eyes and let the feeling come over me. 

I could tell Laura loved what she was doing.

And I knew I'd love doing the same to her.

I pulled her up and gave her tits a good soaping up before rinsing her off with the hand-held shower massage (this shower had one, of course), giving her pussy a good rinsing, which made her giggle and shudder as the hot water penetrated her. She was against the wall of the shower and I stood closer to her with the shower massage fingering her pussy. Her eyes were closed and a look of total pleasure was on her face. It got even better when I knelt down and began to lick her pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhgoddddd...uh-huh...ohmygod..." she moaned

I could feel her hands on my head, encouraging me to keep going.

"Baby...Jim...ohhhhh...fuck me now, Jim...fuck me now..."

I stood up and rubbed my dick on her pussy lips, then pushed into her pussy. She gasped a little, then gave a long moan of pleasure as I filled her up. I fucked her standing up, her legs wrapped around my hips. We were a slippery pair to say the least, but it was very sexy to see her tits bounce up and down as we fucked. 

Laura gripped the rail of the shower and I fucked her from behind just as vigorously as before, holding her hips as we fucked.

I could feel my explosion building inside. 

"I wanna cum on your tits babe..." I said to her.

"Oh, yeah hon! I always love when you do that!" she giggled.

I pulled out and Laura began to jerk my dick, slick from the shower and her pussy.

"Cum for me babe...mmmm...yeah...do it babe...do it..."

She knew just when to get on her knees and let me explode on her tits, and did I ever!

"Yeah! Oh yeah!" she said excitedly as she rubbed my dick on her tits and got every last drop out.

"Like that, babe?" she said as she stood up.

"Always."

I had no idea what time it was when we finally tried out that huge bed, but we were both exhausted. The bedroom had blackout drapes on the windows so I didn't know if it was still dark out or if the desert sun was on the rise. 

More than likely it was the latter.

When we finally did drag ourselves out of bed, the sun was out like before. I was in the pool and on that floating lounger, I don't know why it felt so good letting the gentle rippling waters relax me, but it worked.

"So what's coming up for you?" she asked as she joined me in the pool.

"Well, Chuck's got a movie he's producing up in Nevada."

"Any good?"

"Don't know yet, I'm not the script reader, but I'd like to be."

"You should, you've got a mind for films."

"True, I watched yours." I snickered.

Laura splashed me in response. 

We spent the better part of the day just being lazy in the pool, no worries or responsibilities. Watching her naked body slowly baking in the sun as she lathered on sunscreen was very erotic. I think she was turned on watching me occasionally swim laps. The only time we were interrupted was when her cellphone rang, I could only hear a few one or two word answers.

"Business or pleasure?"

"Neither, it was the owner just checking in with me, he'll be back tomorrow."

After being in the sun all day, and another Italian feast at night, we were both spent.

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"Let's get a move on, babe!" Laura yelled to me "I wanna hit LA before next month!"

"Aye-aye!" I yelled back.

I dressed and remembered that my bag was in another bedroom, as I looked at it, still unopened, I smiled at the little remark she'd made when I first arrived. How I could leave my bag in here and she'd show me where I'd be sleeping. Outside I could hear a car pulling up and a door closing.

"Hi, hon!" I heard Laura say to someone entering the house "Hey, Jim you should meet this guy, he owns the house."

I came out of the bedroom and saw Laura giving a loving embrace to an older gentleman whose back was to me. He turned around, and I got the shock of my life as I saw his face.

"Jim, this is Walter Murphy, he owns this house." she said as she held his arm.

Walter looked down at Laura, then at me, and the look on his face said it all.

Walter Murphy was the father of Jeff Murphy, and the CEO of Artists Unlimited. 

In other words, my "boss of all bosses" as it were, who only came out to the West Coast in times of crisis, was a "friend" of Laura Austin. 

I'd only met him once before when the Marty O'Brien lawsuit sent the agency into what Chuck referred to as a "wartime footing". I don't know if it was coincidence, but when I saw him, my leg suddenly throbbed from the memento that had been surgically installed after O'Brien shot me. 

Walter's face registered shock, then a quick look of staged cordiality towards me. 

"Yes, um, good to meet you, Jim...Walter Murphy." he said as we shook hands.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 78



"Jim's gonna drive me home." Laura said "You got my bag?"

I tried not to stammer my response.

"Your bag? Oh! I must've l-left it in the room."

Laura rolled her eyes and went off in a huff.

"Men! Cannot depend on them for anything!" she said as she went to her room.

Walter and I stood looking at one another. He then looked over my shoulder to make sure Laura was out of earshot.

"I assume I can count on your...discretion in this matter?" he said in a low voice.

"Y-yes...you can." I said hesitantly. I was just as nervous as he was.

He nodded, then reached into his pocket and produced a wad of bills held together by a gold money clip. 

"Very good, I'll remember this." he said as he pulled a few bills off the top and folded them with one hand so their denomination could not be seen and slipping them in the pocket of my Hawaiian shirt. It felt like something out of a mob movie.

"Thank you, it might cause...some problems if this came out." he said in that same low voice. 

Laura could be heard coming down the hallway towards us.

"Uh, this is an incredible house, sir." I quickly said "I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

"Oh, yes!" Walter said, picking up on my tone "Yes, it was in 'Diamonds are Forever', the Bond film."

"Really?!"

Suddenly I went from surprised and fearful house guest to starry-eyed movie buff.

"Yes, there's a signature here somewhere..." Walter said as he led me to a piece of the rock wall and looked closely 

"Ah! Here it is..." he said as he pointed to a crudely hammered "SC 007" on the wall.

"Connery did this, a token of his affection for the home. All the other mementos were taken by the previous owner when he left." 

Behind us, I heard Laura clearing her throat.

"Uh, If you're finished with the house tour, I'd like to go home..." she said with raised eyebrows, telling us she wanted to leave, now.

"Yes! I'm sure Jim here will be a fine driver, I saw your car outside." Walter said with a smile 

"Have a good trip." he said as he shook my hand and I felt more bills pressed into my hand. 

As we drove away from the house, I saw a driver taking a suitcase out of Walter's huge Mercedes sedan.

"So, what'd you think of that house?" Laura said excitedly "Wild, huh? It was in a Bond film! You'll have to show me that film."

"Yes...it was some house, I'll say that." I said idly.

Laura looked at me, my eyes were straight ahead as we hit the freeway and I felt the rush of the SLK's power.

"Did you know that guy?" she asked.

"Who?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Oh, uh, no I-I don't think so...what makes you think I do?"

"Just a thought." she said as she slid her sunglasses down.

I realized I could only bluff so long with someone like her.

"OK, let's just say that discretion is part of my business too."

She adjusted her glasses and put the seat further back.

"Oh, yeah...you know him..." she said, looking straight ahead. 

Just as I returned home, I got a message summoning me to Chuck's office first thing n the morning, for what I didn't know.

"Geez, what did I do now?" I wondered.

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"Nice tan, Mr. Hollywood!" Natalie Hayden said as I entered the executive suite of offices at Artists Unlimited. It was where her boss, Chuck Tyler held court along with his second in command (and my boss), Jeff Murphy.

"Thank you, Palm Springs was very generous with me."

"When will it be generous to me?"

"Keep your grades up and maybe it will." I replied with my know-it-all smile. 

"Go in, he's expecting you." she said with the same smile.

"There's my man!" Chuck said with his usual bravado. Jeff was with him along with the agency's lawyer Michael Baldwin, and mine, Roger Sullivan. 

The "Gang of Four" as it were.

"Your Lucky day is here, my friend!" he said as he tossed a large document my way "Just arrived from New York this morning."

It was long and apparently extensive. It was the cover page though, that caught my eye.

It was a revised salary offer, generously upgraded with a new title;

"Executive Director".

"No rush in signing it, take it home share it with the family." Chuck said.

I looked at Roger, who nodded.

"It's all good, I looked it over." he said.

I was glad, but confused.

"Why now? I didn't think my contract was to be renewed for a few months, plus isn't there supposed to be some kind of period where I can view other offers?"

"Yes, but New York was very adamant we get this done." Jeff said "They know talent and they want to keep it."

"This comes from the big boss in New York. Never say no to the big boss, Jim. Remember that." Chuck added as he refilled his coffee.

"Right...I'll uh, look this over." I said.

"Never say no to the big boss."

The "big boss" I knew was Walter Murphy, based in New York and the CEO of Artists Unlimited. He was right when he said he'd remember my discretion in what I began to call "The Palm Springs Affair".



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 79



Author's note-Thanks so much for your patience. I've had to contend with some writer's block along with some serious health issues, but Hollywood Jim is back with plenty of new adventures to come. 

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"Get a shot over here, Jim...no, no not there! Yeah, that's a good one! Get the sun coming through the windows...NO! Not those windows! Right over there...watch it! Don't you knuckleheads know what that cost me to import?"

Chuck Tyler was leading me around the huge space that would be Malibu Athletics. At the moment though it was a cacophony of saws and hammers, with me documenting its progress with my camera and him screaming at construction workers. But he was ever-confident in its potential. 

That is, when he wasn't yelling at the workmen. 

Since taking over Artists Unlimited, Chuck had been generous and shrewd with the company assets. His spies throughout Hollywood were always on the lookout for new or established talent that could be added to the company roster, he was now in discussions for a film project he'd be producing called "Spotlight" that would hopefully star Lea Michelle, and a long delayed European trip with Mrs. Tyler was in his plans as well. And outside of the agency he was also building diverse interests in real estate. One of which was Malibu Athletics. 

Malibu Athletics probably sounded like something from the 70's, but it would be decidedly modern in its approaches to healthy living and exercise. No surprise since its founder was Brooke Burke. She'd had a long relationship with several fitness companies but only as a spokesperson, with Chuck she'd found a willing backer to open her own club where she could call the shots.

"Whaddya think, Hollywood?" he asked as he showed me some blueprints.

I rubbed my chin and tried to look intelligent before stating the obvious.

"I think you're looking at them upside down."

"Well, other than THAT?" he said in an annoyed tone as he flipped them over.

"It's a big space, I guess the location works good for you, right?"

"You bet it will! I'm putting the company resources on this one and that includes you."

"Me? I've already got a gym membership and they know me pretty well there."

"But I know you better, and your input will be most beneficial."

"How? I'm no gym rat."

"Ah! But you've got contacts through your work for us."

"What contacts? I don't scout talent, that's your job...and anyway Jeff is the contact guy not me."

"Nevertheless, you can be a big help here."

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"I don't know how but if you say so..."

"Of course I do!" he said quickly "Now, I've gotta get back to the office, you hang around here."

"And do what?"

"What you always do, and do well." he said over his shoulder as he headed for the doors.

After about 10 minutes of wandering around, I felt ridiculous.

"Screw this..." I mumbled to myself as I now headed for the door.

My escape was short-lived though.

Chuck was outside chatting to someone sitting in a white Range Rover. I quickly tried to figure a way to get to my car across the lot without being seen.

"Hollywood! Over here!" Chuck yelled.

My "escape" foiled I slowly walked over to him.

"Perfect timing, kid..." he said "Meet Brooke."

Whoa!

Brooke Burke was sitting in the Range Rover. Her brunette hair casually mussed and with dark aviator glasses that she slowly pulled down her nose.

"Hi, so you're the guy he calls Hollywood..." she said with that electric smile "I'm Brooke."

"Good to meet you."

"I probably look like a mess, I just got back from Pilates."

"Nah, you look great." Chuck quickly replied "I was just telling Jim about the benefits of membership.

"He was?" I thought.

"It'll be great, Jim. I'll really make it worth the effort." she said before looking me over closer "But it looks like you're already there." 

"Well, uh, there's always room for improvement with me I guess."

"I think I can help there." she replied adding an effortlessly sly tone "I've gotta get going now...good to meet you, Jim."

"Yes, you too."

Brooke drove away leaving me with Chuck.

"Why was she here, anyway?" I asked

"Checking on her, I mean, our investment." he said confidently.

"I hope you know what you're getting into here. Places like this are like a dime a dozen."

"Of course I do! These next few months are gonna be big, Hollywood. The agency's doing well, you're doing well...I've got this joint running like clockwork."

"Then, uh, do you mind my asking what was going on in New York before the merger?"

Artists Unlimited's corporate offices were based in New York City, that was where the real big shots of the company were based. I'd only met them (including our CEO, Walter Murphy) once during the time Marty O'Brien was suing the company, they handled that like pros, but strangely chose to stay on the sidelines when I (and the agency) got caught up in the Villa del Sol scandal. What I was now referring to were some high-level meetings Chuck had been summoned to before the big merger with Talent Associates went through. I only heard about these when I was in Miami. And my suspicions were raised even further when Chuck's New York equivalent, Scott Jackson, started talking about how he was following my work, past, present and future. It was the "future" I was concerned with, probably for no reason.

Someone once told me the only exercise I got was jumping to conclusions, maybe they were right. Scott was long gone from the company, and Artists Unlimited's status in the industry had only grown.

"Who told you about that?" he asked with a look of surprise on his face.

"Sarah Smith, I met her when I was in Miami."

Chuck bit his lip and looked skyward, like he was trying to control his temper.

"Let me tell you about Miss Sarah Smith..." he said slowly with a building fury in his voice "...she has been the biggest pain in the ass to me. You wanna know why she's down in Miami? So I could get her outta what's left of my hair. THAT'S why I had to spend so much time in New York! THAT'S why I put everything on the line to buy up Talent Associates and get her and Scotty-boy out of my life!"

"OK, I was just asking-"

"Well, DON'T ask!" he yelled before lowering his voice "I'm sorry...look, don't worry about things like that. You've always got a place in this company, I guarantee that. I've always kept my promises to you and I don't intend to let the Sarah Smith's of the world get in the way."

That reassured me.

"Look, I'll see you tomorrow, Hollywood." he said as he got into his BMW and drove off.

He was right, he had been very generous and kept his promises since I'd joined the agency. I had full control over any photo projects, a nice office, cool car, new apartment in a highly desirable location...I guess that's why he calls me "Hollywood".

Two months later, the spotlights were out in full force at the gala opening of Malibu Athletics. I arrived alone and could already see how Chuck had turned this into the event of the year, or at least of this moment. The building's bright white exterior glowed in the colorful spotlights and a full contingent of paparazzi were everywhere looking for the ideal shot, but more likely wanting to see celebs in their workout clothes. I never knew how to handle myself at these events, I tried not to act starstruck but it was always tough. 

"Hollywood!" I heard Chuck yell "Ya made it, kid!"

Chuck looked, well, a little ridiculous in his workout gear. His pastel-colored tank top showed tufts of black hair on his shoulders and the less said about his shorts, the better.

"Here's your goody bag!" he said as he tossed me a small duffel bag loaded with promotional materials from the club.

"Use it in good health." 

"Oh, yes. I can never have too many t-shirts."

"Right! Get some photos of Brooke, she's gonna be doing a Pilates class."

"You got it." I said before hesitantly asking him "Uh, are you gonna participate?"

"Does this look like a body for Pilates?" 

"Good point, I'll get my camera."

At least he didn't order me to do Pilates.

Now I try to be as professional as possible but seeing Brooke in workout clothes amongst a dozen or so other lovelies doing every possible lunge, thrust, you name it, well, my professionalism was being tested.

And I got quite the surprise when among those other "lovelies" I noticed a brunette beauty with Brooke, none other than Robin Meade. Robin looked even hotter than Brooke in a bright red Ohio State t-shirt.

I got another shocker as I saw who else was there. Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus, Kaley Cuoco, Jennifer Aniston, Hilary Duff, and Kim Kardashian. With her sister Khloe.

"Geez, it's an old girlfriend's reunion." I thought. 

"Alright everybody great workout!" Brooke yelled "Give yourselves a high five!"

Everyone applauded and high-fived one another and started walking toward me as I stood with my camera. There were no looks of suspicion as they strolled past me, only smiles as they recognized me.

"Hi, babe!" Lindsay said as she passed "Call me sometime."

"Gotta get you in this class!" Miley joked as she strolled by and smacked my ass.

"Hey sweetie!" said Kaley.

"Been too long, Jim! We've gotta do lunch sometime." Hilary added.

"Stop drooling, hot shot." Jennifer said, adding that nickname she always used around me.

"Hollywood! Good to see you here." Kim said as she passed by with Robin.

I smiled sheepishly as all these beauties passed by, then heard something odd.

"Hollywood? Why did you call him that?" Robin asked Kim.

"You don't know? Oh, I've gotta tell you!" Kim replied with a laugh, their voices quickly fading away as they went into the locker room. 

Like I said, Chuck Tyler had gotten over his latest tantrum over my (supposed) recklessness, the Scott Jackson storm had blown over, and the agency was in its best health in years. Chuck even took me to lunch one day at his main hangout, the Beverly Hills Hotel.

"I have to admit, Jimmy-boy...as much as you've been a headache to me at times, I'm glad we've got someone like you here."

I was surprised at his candor.

"Are you sure you're talking to the right guy?" I said as I sipped my ginger ale.

"Aw, come on, kid!" he chuckled "You should know by now that my bark is worse than my bite. Or words to that effect."

"Right, words to that effect."

"I mean it, you've been golden to us."

"What do you mean, "golden"?"

"The clients we've got are happy, most of them ask for you specifically so you've got something they must like."

"I guess you're right there."

Just then his phone buzzed.

"Excellent!" he said "Right, call me to set things up."

"Things just keep getting better and better, my friend." he said with bravado.

"Do tell."

"That was HLN. We are gonna be featured in a documentary series they're doing."

"Really?"

"Yep, it's called "The New Hollywood" and they're looking at different parts of the industry."

"I might be compelled to watch CNN, I mean, HLN."

"You better be, you'll be in it."

I practically spit out my drink.

"What?" I coughed.

"Right, you didn't think I'd leave my ace out of this."

I looked around and leaned in close to him.

"Do I need to remind you of the little scandals you've conveniently blamed me for in the past?"

"Ancient history, all of them." he said with a dismissive wave and mouthful of his supposedly healthy sandwich. 

I still found that hard to believe, but didn't say anything.

"Straighten up your office tomorrow," he said as he beckoned the waiter for a refill of his drink "they might want to interview you there." 

"Interview me?"

"It's not definite, but I think they'd miss out on a good story if they didn't at least get your two cents on things or show off your work. You should at least give them that."

"OK, I see your point."

"Great! That's the Hollywood Jim we all know and love." he chuckled.

Even I chuckled a little at that one. 

2 days later I went to Chuck's office as usual and was met by a crew of camera and lighting people, and the sight of Chuck having makeup applied at his desk.

"Don't laugh, it's what happens when you get interviewed." he quickly said when he saw me. He knew the sight of this would provoke some kind of cutting remark from me.

"I'm only sorry I don't have a camera handy."

"Very funny." he said "Oh, Robin! You should talk to this guy!"

I turned and saw Robin Meade standing by me.

"Hi, Jim! Chuck's told me so much about you!" she said in that perky tone of hers as we shook hands.

"Y-yes...Hi!" I somehow said.

Robin was cool and business-like in a maroon wrap dress and matching boots, her brunette hair shimmered and her teeth dazzled like diamonds.

"Chuck's right, we'd like to interview you later on, will that be a problem?"

Chuck jumped in before I could answer.

"Not at all! Jim here is the perfect man to talk to...next to me of course!"

Robin chuckled a little.

"Yes, I'm sure he is...we'll talk later." she replied before turning to a director "Dan, are we set to go?"

Chuck stood up, grabbed his best Armani jacket and took a seat opposite Robin.

"Watch and learn, Jimbo...watch and learn." he said confidently as he straightened his jacket. He must've felt like the King of Hollywood at this moment. But even a King knows his crown might be on crooked at times, and must be told of it by "his subjects". 

"Uh-huh...zip up your fly while you're at it." I said as I headed for the door. 

Chuck immediately grabbed his zipper, then realized I was joking.

"Oh, very witty, Mister Hollywood!"

"I still got it." I thought as I grinned all the way to the elevator. 

I nervously kept looking at my watch but two hours went by and there was no sign of this "special interview" being done. Finally, my phone buzzed, it was Chuck.

"Change of plans, kid. We won't be doing it today."

"Oh, uh, okay."

"Yeah, she had to get back to home base in Atlanta...we'll be doing it there day after tomorrow."

"What?!"

Chuck seemed surprised.

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"Well, no, uh, I just...w-why there?"

"I think it'll look better if I'm there in person...you ever seen that set she's got down there?"

For a minute I wondered if he was referring to the studio set or her bra size.

"Not lately." I replied, tactfully.

"She thinks it'll be better."

His explanation sounded fishy.

"I thought you did?"

There was a silence on his end.

"That too." he said before quickly adding "We both do...come on! You know what I mean!"

Chuck wasn't kidding when we arrived at CNN Center in Atlanta in the very early morning and after a quick touch-up, we were escorted to the HLN set that had been modified slightly for our joint interview that would be sandwiched in between news segments and be repeated later on in the morning. 

"Chuck! Jim! Great to see you again!" Robin said in that effortlessly perky tone she did so well. She looked even more gorgeous, this time in a purple wrap dress and black leather boots. She hugged both of us and she had a wonderfully soft perfume on too.

"5-4-3-2-1...and cue Robin!"

"Hollywood has seen its share of moguls," Robin began "...but in the new Hollywood, one name has quickly stood out. His name is Chuck Tyler and he's the Chairman of Artists Unlimited, a talent agency who represents clients as diverse as Jennifer Lopez, Tigress and even boxer Ronda Rousey..."

Chuck was strangely modest about the agency's accomplishments and I sat there trying not to look nervous and hoping I wouldn't called on to be as witty as Chuck. I also tried not to stare at Robin, who sat opposite us in that cross-legged stance she did every day that only made her look sexier and showed off the leather boots she wore too.

"...but the agency wouldn't be where it is without people like Jim, here..." he said

"Jim, how did you come to work with Chuck?" Robin asked.

"Well...I have to give credit to Chris Foster. He started the photo agency and we merged with Artists Unlimited." 

"Did you ever think you'd be with someone like Chuck?"

"Oh...it's always a new experience. Chuck's the best kind of boss."

"But you're with starlets every day...do ya ever get jaded?" she asked in that playful voice of hers.

"Very rarely."

"Oh! When was the last time?"

"Uh...well, uh, being around someone like you." I said nervously.

Robin playfully smacked my knee laughing. Even the crew snickered at that.

"See what I mean? Always modest!" Chuck added.

"You guys!" Robin laughed before continuing to interview Chuck on what the agency's future plans were. He quickly rattled off a list of projects for clients and added his plans for "Spotlight", as well as the new Malibu Athletics facility that just opened.

"What about you, Jim?" she asked me.

"I'll be behind the camera, as usual." I replied with a slightly nervous smile.

"...And we're out!" the stage director said

"Great job, guys!" Robin said to us

While I looked around at the huge set, one of the show producers pulled Chuck aside and started to go over arrangements for another interview back in LA. Robin was nearby with a tech person when she looked over at me.

"Hey! I just remembered, you were at Malibu Athletics opening night." she said.

"Right, that's me."

"You're a pretty popular guy from what I saw."

"Well, some of those people are clients of the agency."

"I don't know...Kim seemed to know you pret-tee well." she said in that perky, flirty tone she used on the air.

Now what do I say?

"Kim?"

Robin leaned in a little and said "You know, Kardashian...she told me allll about you..." then she leaned in closer "...Hollywood Jim."

Robin looked around before saying in a business-like tone;

"Lemme show you my office, I just got this great photo print you've gotta see."

Robin took my hand and led me out of the studio.

As we walked down the halls, staffers stopped her every so often to give her details on upcoming segments. She gave quick responses and we moved on. Just then another woman stopped us and I nearly fainted when I saw her. She was a relatively short brunette girl with huge tits who bore a striking resemblance to someone I knew. 

"Robin! Glad I caught you..." she said before going into this discussion about a news story. Robin listened intently and gave her opinion, but I couldn't stop looking at the other woman. When we moved on again, I finally found the nerve to speak.

"That girl you were talking to, have I seen her somewhere?"

"Probably, her name's Laura d'Atri, she does a political show here, She's really good, why?"

"Oh, uh, nothing, she looks like someone I know, that's all."

I was being modest, she was a dead ringer for Laura Austin. And the thought of her and Robin in the same room, well...

Robin led me into her large office, it looked business-like with a good sized desk and leather furniture around. Off to the side was a small room that appeared to be for her makeup people. On the walls were framed photos of her with certain news figures, a photo of her with President Obama was in a prominent place, another had her on the deck of a Navy ship with some lucky sailors. A baseball cap with a battleship's name engraved on it was nearby, along with similar ones from Marine and Army units.

"I guess you're popular with the military."

"Oh, yeah! We do a salute to the troops every day, so they've sent me lots of little trinkets." she said as she stood by her desk and studied some papers "Did you serve?"

"Me? No, my Dad was an Army artillery officer in Korea. I've always wondered how my life would've been different if I had though."

"I've heard that a lot." she replied as she sat down on the leather sofa "Sit yourself down Mister Hollywood."

As I sat down, she immediately moved closer to me. Close enough that I could smell her beautifully soft perfume.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 79



"So, Mister Hollywood..."she began "How'd ya get that name anyway?"

"It was a nickname I got from my partner, I was always reading about movies and he just started calling me that."

Even though I'd told the story many times, it never got old. But as was often the case, a different reason had been heard many times too.

"...but something tells me you heard a different story." I said as she sat close to me, her hand now on my knee.

"Uh-huh...I did hear a different story."

"From who?"

"Oh, from Kim...and Lindsay..." she said softly as she leaned in and kissed my cheek "They told me all about you." she whispered.

"Uh, all good?"

"All good...close the door."

I leaned back and somehow shut the office door with an awkward twist of my arm as Robin gave me a beaming smile.

"You've got a good arm." she giggled.

"Um...y-you've got a nice leg." I said looking at her shapely gams.

"Think so?" she replied as she ran her hand slowly down one of them "That's not what most people notice, you know."

"What do they notice?"

"Guess."

I shyly looked down at her ample chest only inches away from me, then quickly looked up, like I'd been caught doing something naughty by my mother. Robin only smiled and giggled.

"I know what you're doing...and I like it." she said slowly before placing her finger under my chin and bringing my head up to softly kiss me.

"Like that, hon?"

I could barely croak out an answer, instead I just nodded, which made her smile widely.

"This is gonna be fun." she said as she got closer to me "Kiss me, babe..."

I kissed her and our kisses grew even deeper, her tongue meeting mine.

"Mmmmm...you kiss good!"

"You too."

"You do other things good?"

"I sure hope so." I said as I tried not to stare at her tits.

"You wanna touch 'em?" she asked with that TV smile "Go ahead...I want you to."

My hand began to softly feel her breast, I could feel her nipple getting hard beneath the fabric of her dress. I had to wonder if she was wearing a bra.

"Mmmmm...that feels niiiiice, babe...lemme make it better..." she said with a sexy look in her eyes.

With her eyes on me, Robin began to slowly untie the clasp on her dress until it fell open, she then slowly reached inside and her enormous breast was exposed to my waiting lips. My tongue began to tease her nipple, which only made her giggle all the more.

"Ooooooh...Mister Hollywood!" she giggled

I now eagerly kissed and licked her nipples while my hand worked on massaging her breast. Robin's giggles now turned to sexy moans.

"Oh yessss...uh-huh...sooo good...oh my god..."

"Am I doing alright?" I asked

Robin caressed my head.

"Oooooh...yes you are!" she said softly "Don't stop sweetie...don't stop..."

I continued to lick and suck her tits while my hand moved to her shapely ass. Robin loosened the tie in her hair and let her brunette hair fall around her.

"Hey, sweetie...lemme make you feel good now." she said

Robin stood up and let her dress fall off as she went to her desk, revealing black lace panties that showed off a nice ass., along with black high heel boots that ended just below her knees. 

"Have a seat, babe!" she said in that perky tone as she tapped her leather office chair. I could see her tits fully and they looked spectacular to say the least! I sat in the chair and she softly ran her fingers down my chest to my waist, where she began to unbuckle my khaki pants, slowly pulling down the zipper while staring at me with that big "TV smile" of hers.

"Just relax, hon...it's my turn now." she said as I felt her soft hands reach inside my underwear and pull my super hard dick out.

"Oooh...yeah, baby!" she giggled as she felt its hardness.

Robin knelt down and gave the head some tentative licks, then swirled her tongue around the head, teasing it. 

"How's that?" she asked in a giggly voice

Before I could respond, my dick disappeared into her mouth and I inhaled sharply. I knew if I looked down I'd explode into her mouth, I just sat back and enjoyed the feeling as her lips and tongue slowly worked their way down until I felt her brunette hair swirling around my waist as she let my dick linger in her throat. She slowly came off it and slowly stroked my dick. Then she went back to inhaling me, and feeling more of her supple lips and tongue. She slowly came up and off it again, then stood to kiss me.

"Your turn, babe." she said as she stood up and quickly removed her panties.

Robin carefully sat facing me on her large desk and moved a few items out of the way. Then opened her legs, showing me her perfectly smooth pussy.

"Come on, stick that big 'ol weiner inside me!" she said playfully.

I wanted to tease her first, though. I softly touched her pussy and no surprise, she was very wet.

I dropped my pants a little further and rubbed my dick around her pussy, then slid it inside her. Robin's eyes closed and her mouth opened but no sound came out. Her eyes opened and she looked down to watch my dick slide in and out of her. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the TV on the wall showing the replay of her newscast. The irony was not lost on me, it only made me enjoy this even more.

"Uh-huh...oh yeah...oh yeah..." she moaned.

Her huge tits jiggled back and forth the more I fucked her. I loved the sight of this and it only made me fuck her more, sending her into moans of pleasure;

"Oh yeah...oh my god..." 

She was laying back fully on the desk but occasionally looked up to watch my dick go into her pussy. I finally slowed down a little and she sat up.

"Mmmmm...I always wanted to do this." she said with a smile as she lay back again.

"Y-you're on TV back there."

Robin turned and looked at her smiling image on the TV.

"HA!" she laughed "G-gotta do this more often..."

I leaned down and kissed her tits again as best I could given the angle, Robin gave me a satisfied moan, then sat up.

"Let's go all the way." she said as she turned around and bent over, showing her cute ass again.

"Every news director's favorite position." she said

"Um, did you...?"

"I'll never tell!" she giggled.

My dick slid back into her pussy and she let out a long slow moan as I fucked her from behind, holding her hips and softly caressing her ass.

"Oh yesssss...I like it!" she purred

I kept steadily fucking her, the rhythm was clearly to her liking! I reached around for her tits, she stood a little, arching her back as I caressed those beauties of hers. I could feel an explosion building within the more our bodies were so close. Robin's breathing had become more rapid.

"Oh yeah...oh god...oh my god I'm gonna cum soon...don't stop babe!"

"Oh yeah...c-can I cum on your tits..."

"Oh yeah I want you to! Yes...yes...yes...YES! YES! OH GOD!" she cried out as she climaxed. Her body stiffened a little and then became limp. I kissed her neck and we slowly parted, my dick was luckily still hard. Robin started to jerk it a little while looking at me.

"Ready?" she asked

I nodded.

Robin kissed me and knelt down and slowly jerked my dick, her tits close enough for "maximum enjoyment". She looked up and gave me a naughty smile, then put my dick between her tits and effortlessly slid it in and out.

"Oh, this is so nice!" she giggled "Like that, huh?"

"Oh yeah..." I somehow replied.

"Your turn, babe...cum for me...come on...cum for me...cum on my boobs...come on...cum for me...come on Mister Hollywood..."

I could hold back no more.

With a groan as I exploded on her tits.

Robin laughed and gave me the mega-watt smile viewer saw every morning.

"Nice! Been too long since I did that!" she laughed.

She stood up and we kissed deeply again.

"Now I know why they call you Hollywood Jim." she whispered in my ear.

"I should get cleaned up." she said as she looked at herself "you should too, come on."

Robin took my hand and led me into the small room off the office. Turns out it was more than just a makeup room, there was a standup shower as well.

"This is convenient." I said

"Uh-huh, I insisted on it." she said as she tied her hair up.

Robin turned on the shower and stepped in, I couldn't help but watch as she soaped up her body and it quickly became awash in a fragrant body wash. She saw me and slowed down, letting the soap slide down her body.

"Like what you see?"

"I do..."

Robin slowly soaped her tits, teasing the nipples with her finger. She slid her hand down to her pussy and I could see she was rubbing herself, all the while looking at me.

"Like that?"

"I do."

"How much?"

"A lot."

"Show me...come here..." she said as she opened the shower door and I joined her.

I was in close quarters, obviously but we could still rub against each other. Robin was enjoying the feeling of being so close, again. And like before, I was getting excited, thanks to her soft grip on my dick. This must be what they mean by "rapid recovery"!

Or so I thought, I could hear knocking on her office door.

"Did you hear knocking?" I asked her.

"Robin?" said a female voice from the outer office.

We were both startled.

"Uh, yes?" she called back.

"Um, Jim's boss is out here, I think he needs to be somewhere."

"Uh, OK!"

We both looked at each other.

"Guess we'll have to do this another time." she said

"Looks like it."

Robin shut off the water and we quickly dried off and dressed as quickly as we could, with Robin in a white terrycloth robe and me in my very rumpled clothes from earlier. Robin gave me a quick kiss as I reached the door.

"Until we meet again." she said with that big smile of hers.

Outside the office I saw Chuck leaning against a desk, arms crossed and a very annoyed look on his face. He quickly stood and firmly took my arm and led me out of the office.

"Enjoy her photo collection, Mister Hollywood?" he hissed.

Before I could answer, Chuck cut me off.

"Shut up! We've got a plane to catch...one that's been waiting for quite awhile and burning jet fuel that costs who knows how much!" 

Chuck barely said a word as we flew back to LA. Finally I got the nerve to say something;

"You know, I-I think this went really well."

"For you or me?" he replied without looking up from his phone.

"For the company, isn't that what's most important?"

He looked at me and it seemed like he was ready to admit I was right.

"One of these days..." he began "You're gonna be running this operation. And when you do..."

Before he could finish, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. Chuck read it intently, then looked puzzled.

"Scott Jackson just resigned from Talent Associates...so did Sarah Smith."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure, with Scott I'm not surprised, I thought he resigned before he went to that rehab place...but with Sarah, I don't know." he said slowly "I think we need to make a U-Turn."

"Where?"

"New York, I wanna find out what's going on." he replied as he reached for the phone hookup with the cockpit, but before he could, his phone buzzed again. Chuck looked at it and his face registered shock.

"Jesus!" he looked at me "Walter Murphy just died."

"Jeff's dad?"

Chuck nodded. 

"Something's up." he said firmly "When 2 people like Scott and Sarah up and resign and then the CEO of your company dies, something's definitely up. We've gotta get to New York, do you mind flying back on your own?"

"Uh, no, no let's go."

Once we landed in New York, Chuck got off and disappeared into Manhattan, I was flying home alone and trying to grasp what was happening. The last time I'd seen Walter was at his home in Palm Springs and while I didn't know him all that well, I still thought of him as a decent man whom I'd like to know better. Something big must be happening.

But what, I did not know.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 80



The company jet landed on time and taxied to a part of the tarmac where private jets usually jockeyed for space, only now it was nearly deserted. Its only passenger got off and walked alone, carrying only a well-traveled messenger bag, to a small office to sign some arrival papers and then went to his car. But leaving as if nothing had happened was not on his mind at the moment.

Such was what I experienced when I arrived back in L.A. Chuck Tyler and I were returning from an interview with CNN in Atlanta when Chuck got an urgent text message that 2 figures from Artists Unlimited, Sarah Smith and Scott Jackson, had suddenly resigned and Walter Murphy, the company CEO, had died suddenly. Simply flying home and waiting for a phone call was not Chuck's style, he wanted answers and he wanted them yesterday, so he ordered the jet to fly him to company headquarters in New York, and sent me home. Corporate intrigue was not my style. Besides, I didn't have the right suit for boardroom back-stabbing.

Around the office, there was an understandable air of uncertainty as we all wondered what would happen next. Jeff Murphy was tending to arrangements for his Dad's funeral so his work was being handled temporarily by Mike Schneider. Mike was highly regarded by Chuck but I'd never worked with him. His first order of business was to try and reassure everyone their jobs were safe.

"Look, I know you're nervous about what's going on, I am too." Mike said when we met in his cluttered office.

"Has Chuck called you?"

"Yes, he's been meeting with the lawyers out there...apparently Walter didn't have all his affairs in order like we always thought."

"Really? A guy like him?"

"Oh yeah...Chuck may start using the words 'war footing' when he gets back."

The last time I heard those words was during the Marty O'Brien debacle. And the hardware installed in my leg courtesy of the late Mr. O'Brien suddenly throbbed a little. 

"The important thing to remember is this," he said firmly "I want you to continue to do your work, you are one of the best assets this firm has, Chuck knows it, Jeff knows it and I know it. You will always have a place here."

We both took a deep breath. He'd made his point.

"And with that in mind...take a look at this." he said.

It must be an unwritten law in Hollywood that every actor aspires to be a director, every director aspires to be a producer, or vice versa. Mike Jensen wanted to be the latest to enter that club. Mike was big in the country music world, putting together big tours or one day "event shows" in Nashville. I'd met him when he did his one night "Supershow" on Nashville's main drag. How I don't know, but he somehow navigated the legal waters with ease and the result was some truly epic shows that put lots of money into the clubs, bars and other businesses along the main drag. And also made the entertainment big shots on the west coast take notice of this budding tycoon of the south.

"Read it and tell me what you think." Schneider said as he gave me a script. In bold letters on the front page was the title: "Superstore".

The script showed the author to be Mike Jensen.

"Mike's getting into the film business?" I asked as I flipped through it.

"Yep, and he wants Chuck to be an investor."

"When did he learn to write scripts?"

"It's really not that hard. I've thought about trying it myself. I'm not so sure he wrote all of that himself anyway"

"What does Chuck say about it?"

"He hasn't seen it yet, I think you should read it before he does. "

I read it that night, it wasn't "Citizen Kane" but looked to be a good bit of fun for whomever was involved. Chuck gave his OK via text message based on what I said about it. Two weeks later, I was in North Carolina, given the job of taking still photos, but also being the company spy, monitoring the company's "investment" in the film.

"For those who couldn't get enough of Supershow, now there's "Superstore", right?"

"Sure, it's all in the naming." Mike said as he showed me around the set.

"Can't fault you there."

Mike had found a clever solution to the cost of using a studio. A buddy of his who specialized in commercial real estate found a huge vacant warehouse that had been languishing on the market since its previous tenant had moved out, and it could be easily retrofitted to serve as the outside of the store with the inside used for sets. Also beneficial was the willingness of his buddy to allow parts of the building to be blown up at the climax.

"Superstore" was an action comedy set in a huge discount store that's the target of a robbery. Its star would be Kaley Cuoco as a single Mom who stumbles onto the robbery and is assisted by a co-worker who'd be played by former Playboy "Girl Next Door" Kendra Wilkinson. UFC champion Ronda Rousey would be a co-worker who becomes their nemesis. I think getting Ronda was the reason the film got the green light, Mike must've known he could sell this to the UFC crowd if she was in it. 

The last time I'd seen Kaley had been when we shared a limo on the way back from the premiere of "Dreamer". And a lot had happened to her since then. For one thing, she was now a married woman and the name "Sweeting" was added to her name. 

As for Kendra, we'd bumped into each other twice in the past but unlike her "Girls Next Door" pal Bridget Marquandt, we'd never gotten to know one another. And while Bridget and I had fun the times we were together, I wondered about Kendra, she seemed like a wild child at times but a sweet girl at others. The last time I'd seen her was at Chuck's birthday celebration at his Hawaii beach house. And since then, she'd become a Mom and saw her marriage dissolve.

When I saw Kaley arrive on the set with her husband and disappear into a huge RV, all I could think was, lucky guy. Rather than pay for big trailers, Mike had worked out some kind of arrangement with an RV dealer and a row of them were provided for the cast.

Mike was certainly resourceful, I'll say that.

When I arrived on the set, much of the interior scenes had been completed and now they'd be getting into the bigger stuff, which would make for good photos.

But what I didn't count on, was the time it took to setup some of the explosions that were necessary to the film. Actors always complain about how they waste time on films waiting around all day to get at the most 5-10 minutes of usable footage. For me, it wasn't that big a problem since I was usually busy with something else.

"Look, uh, why don't you get some photos of Ronda or Kaley." Mike said during one lull in the filming.

I looked around for Kaley but any hopes of hanging around with her suddenly looked unlikely.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." I said as I looked over Mike's shoulder.

"Why?"

"I just saw her go into her RV..." I began.

"So?"

"She's with her husband."

Mike turned around just as the door closed on it.

"Oh, yeah...well, I'm sure you can pass the time productively." he grinned.

I strolled over to where a huge bus was parked, just as I approached it, I heard a loud "THUD!" followed by another and then a rapid-fire "bappita-bappita-bappita" sound.

"What the...?" I thought

It turned out I had walked into a makeshift training area Ronda had setup that included a heavy bag and a speed bag which she was hitting with bullet speed. She had a fierce look on her face the whole time.

"Time!" a trainer yelled as he handed her a towel and a bottle of some concoction she probably had an endorsement deal with. I was right because its logo was prominently painted on the side of the bus in bright silver and blue.

"Now I know who provided the bus." I thought.

Ronda now saw me.

"Hiya! I saw you around the set!" she said as she offered me a heavily bandaged hand "I'm Ronda!"

"Jim...not sure if you'll break my hand." I said as I noticed her hands.

"Oh, that! Nah, I'm harmless." she said as she untied her blonde hair and shook it loose.

"OK, I'll take your word for it."

She laughed.

"Wanna drink?"

"Sure, why not."

She turned to someone who looked to be an assistant who tossed me a bottle of the energy drink called Xyience. I took a sip and certainly gave me a jolt.

"Powerful, huh?" she said.

"Oh, yeah." I somehow said "Does this mean I can fight for the championship?"

She looked me over.

"With a little work, maybe."

"Like 10 years work?"

She nodded, then laughed.

"I'll stick to my day job, then."

"You been doing photos long?"

"Coupla years, I like it."

"Looks like a good job, ever do any fighters?"

"No, you're my first."

She gave me a curious look.

"First what?"

"First fighter."

"Good, I like being first." she said confidently as she grabbed a towel and headed for the RV "See you on the set." 

And that was my introduction to a UFC fighter.

I walked back across the line of RV's just as Kaley stepped out of hers.

"Oh..my..God! Jim!" she screeched like a teenager.

She was laughing boisterously as we hugged.

"What are you doing here!" she giggled "Wow, how long has it been?"

"Not too long, just doing my job."

"You still with that big agency?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Hey, I read the trades." she said with that know-it-all look of hers.

Just then I heard her husband yell from inside the RV.

"Hey babe! You seen my phone?"

"You probably left it in the hotel room!" she yelled back.

Her husband emerged mumbling.

"I'm goin' back to the room, you need anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." she said before giving him a quick kiss as he walked off. As he walked off she turned to me and said, "Watch this..."

"Did you forget something?" she called to him.

He stopped, then started checking his pockets before he turned around and saw her dangling their car keys. He gave her an embarrassed look as he walked back and took the keys.

"See what I married?" he said to me.

"I torture him so much." she replied with a giggly smile.

"Another happy marriage made in Hollywood." I said, making her laugh all the more. Before she could say anything to me, an assistant came over telling her they were ready for her next scene. A quick wave and she was off.

I turned around to see the door to another RV open and an athletic blonde wearing brightly colored shorts and a San Diego Chargers t-shirt step out. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Hey! Hey! I remember you!" she said "Jim, right?"

"Yes, Kendra, right?"

"Who else?" she laughed as she hugged me "Wow, it's been too long!" 

"Well...time's been good to one of us." I nervously said to her.

"Ohmigod! That's funny!" she laughed "The last time I saw you was at some party, right?"

"Right, in Hawaii. Chuck Tyler's birthday weekend."

"Yeah, that's it! I love that house he's got, I didn't want to go home."

"Even those little guest houses he had were cool."

"Have you seen what I've got here?" she said as she turned to her RV "C'mon, I'll show you!"

Kendra led me inside her RV, it didn't have that "lived in" look to it. On the contrary, aside from a gym bag on a couch everything was neatly arranged. 

"Nice, huh?" she said "I'm trying to be more organized. I learned that you've gotta be organized when you're a Mom."

"You're right."

"C'mon, sit down I'll get us a drink."

"Don't you have to be on the set?"

"Nah, I was actually kinda bored." she said as she pulled out 2 bottles of water from the well-stocked fridge "Good thing I ran into you. Besides if they need me, they'll come and get me."

Kendra sat across from me at the small table.

"You and I never got to talk much, did we?"

"No, it was usually just in passing, right?"

"Yeah, Bridget and Holly got to know you better, right?"

"Yeah, well, I don't think I got to know Holly all that well."

"You met her in Vegas, right?"

"Uh-huh" I said as I sipped my water "It's a long story, but I kinda helped her and a friend get revenge on somebody."

"No way! Who was it?" she said excitedly, leaning in close, her eyes wide.

"Uh, I think her name was Jayde Nicole."

"Ohmigod, that bitch!" she laughed "I had a run in with her too once."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, she's just a really bitchy girl. She said some really nasty things about me when I was still with Hef and we almost got into it at the mansion."

"Whoa...something tells me if she tried anything with you she'd regret it." 

"Damn right she would!" she laughed

There was a long silence between us.

"So what'd you do?" she asked

"Oh, I knew the manager of this club we were at and Holly found out Jayde was trying to get in so I impersonated the manager and told her there was no way she was coming in and she pulled that "don't you know who I am" routine and I just kept saying no."

"Ohmigod, that's great!" she laughed

"Plus I knew the bouncer and he's built like a Mack truck anyway so she would've had to go through him too."

Kendra's eyes were wide and she had this intensely curious look on her face as I told the story.

"Wanna hear the best part?"

"Of course!"

"I videoed the whole confrontation on my phone."

"Oh...my...god! How'd you do that?"

"I got clever with my phone and just set it up to record...and I got lucky."

"That is so sneaky!" she laughed "You'd make a great paparazzi."

"Yeah, maybe you're right." I said with a shrug as I sipped my water. Kendra continued to look at while swirling her finger around the top of her bottle.

"Um...h-how'd you meet Bridget anyway? I mean, she told me about you...I mean, well, it seems like we've only met a couple of times for like a second and I never really got to talk to you either time...and, um..." she seemed to stammer like I did at times like this.

"You're right, I really sh-should've made the effort."

We were staring at each other now.

"Hey..." she said in a softer voice "...do you think I'm pretty?"

"Sure."

"Think so?"

I nodded.

"Just as pretty as Bridget?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"I just wonder sometimes, she and Holly were always so pretty to me and I was...you know."

"Don't concern yourself with that, you were all pretty and you all had something special."

"You know about what's happened with me and Hank, right?"

I nodded.

"That's another reason why I get, I don't know..."

"Don't worry about it."

"Did you and Bridget, you know...do it?"

"What if I said yes?" I said hesitantly.

"I'd wanna know all about it. It's not like I've never seen her get fucked. We were with Hef, remember? We all got it on in some way."

"Then, uh, yes we did."

"Oh my god! Really?"

I nodded.

"Wow! She's fun isn't she?"

I nodded sheepishly.

"W-would you like to see the bedroom?" she said while looking down, then up at me.

I glanced out the window and saw nothing but normal activity (or lack of it) on the set and thought for a minute.

"Uh...y-yes...I've always wondered what these look like."

Oh, brother what a dumb thing to say! 

"Come on." she said as she reached over and gently took my hand.

Kendra led me to the back of the RV where a queen size bed dominated the room, a duffel bag was on the floor and some clothes were scattered around it.

"Looks pretty comfortable." I somehow said as I looked around.

Kendra took hold of my arm and playfully pushed me onto the bed, then climbed atop me and we kissed deeply. My hands roamed over her back and down to her ass. She responded with soft moans as her hands went under my shirt, I was getting very aroused and she could feel it.

"Lemme do this right." she said as she sat up and then stood at the foot of the bed. She loosened the tie on her blonde hair and shook it free, then crossing her arms she quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head, showing her beautifully full tits to me.

"Whoa..." I said

"You like 'em, huh?"

I could only nod in response. As I began to unbuckle my jeans, Kendra got on the bed and straddled my hips.

"Lemme do it, babe." she said as she moved my hands away and unzipped my jeans. She pulled them down along with my underwear and smiled widely as she saw my dick for the first time.

"Nice!" she said with that distinctive laugh of hers added "You got a nice one!"

"So do you." I said.

Kendra looked down at her tits and smiled back at me. She leaned down and we kissed again, she was rubbing her crotch against mine and I could hear soft moans coming from her as she became more and more aroused. My hand started to go under her shorts and I could feel her smooth ass. 

"Like that, hon?" she said softly between kisses.

"Oh, yes."

"Take 'em off, then."

As Kendra rolled over onto her back, I quickly took off my shirt and moved to her hips to get a grip on her shorts, I pulled them and her panties off at the same time, she slowly and elegantly opened her legs like a stripper would. Kendra's beautifully naked body was before me. 

"Wow...just like a stripper..." I said.

"Well, I used to be one, you know!" She giggled as she reached for the laces on her sneakers.

"No, no...leave them on..." I said.

"What about the socks, leave them on too?"

She wore long athletic socks that reached just below her knees.

"Leave them on too...it's k-kinda sexy seeing you like this."

Kendra gave me a naughty smile.

"Makes me think of the girls in high school who played sports. The g-girls I dreamed of...well, you know..."

"Oh, I get it..." she said nodding her head "Come here..." she said in a softer, sexier voice.

I got on top of her and as we kissed deeply, my dick was getting harder the more it rubbed against her soft, warm skin. She was giving me soft, sexy moans the more our bodies rubbed against one another and her legs had gently wrapped themselves around my hips.

"You feel so nice..." she sighed "Oh yessss..."

"Like that?"

"Uh-huh...oh my GOD! So good... roll over..."

I rolled onto my back and Kendra immediately went for my dick, stroking it slow and fast, getting it harder and harder. "Ooohyeahhh...nice...mmmmm...can't wait, babe." She seemed to know what she was doing, that was certain.

"You wanna swing your leg over?" I boldly said.

"Oh yeah!" she said with a big smile as she swung a leg over my head, showing her beautifully smooth pussy. As my tongue began to lick her, I could feel her tongue on my dick, what a feeling as my dick slid into her mouth! My tongue began probing her lady parts and she became very hot and very wet the more I licked her. I could hear her moaning as she continued sucking me. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my dick, and the more she did it, the harder it became for me to hold back exploding in her mouth. My fingers replaced my tongue and as I swirled them around her tight pussy, she continued a steady stream of moans. She came up off my dick and turned to face me.

"Oh my god that's sooo nice..." she said in an almost breathless tone "Don't stop...oh my god...oh yeah...oh...oh...oh...GODDDDDD!" she screamed before collapsing beside me.

"I did OK, huh?"

"Shit, yeah!" she laughed as she ran her fingers through her hair "C'mere babe..."

I rolled over to face her and without speaking, I knew what she wanted. I climbed on top of her and slowly pushed my dick into her pussy. Her eyes closed and a smile came over her face as she felt me fully penetrate her. I wrapped my arms underneath her, she wrapped her legs around my hips, and we were closer than ever. Her eyes opened and I could tell she was even more excited as we fucked.

"Oh yeah...yeah...fuck me babe...fuck me..." she wasn't moaning or breathless, just quietly sexy in the way she expressed herself. Either way, she was loving it. I rolled over again and she was on top now, a cute yelp came from her when we rolled over.  

"Oh yeah, I love this!" she said "I know you love my boobs."

"Oh, I do huh?"




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 80



Kendra began alternating between bouncing up and down on my dick and caressing her tits. She seemed to know just what turned on a guy. She leaned down and we kissed deeply again.

"I love this." she whispered in my ear before giving me a flirty smile and leaning back while rocking on my dick "Ohhhh...I love this!"

The more she turned me on with her movements, her sexy looks and sexy talk the harder it became to hold back my climax.

"Gonna cum..."

"No! Don't cum inside me..." she suddenly said "I'm not protected, I wanna do something different."

Kendra quickly got off me and motioned for me to sit up. She sat very close to me so we were facing each other. She softly held my dick and began slowly stroking it.

"How's that feel?"

"Really good..."

"Been a long time since I jerked off a guy...I used to do it a lot..." she said in a soft, yet flirty, voice "Bet a lot of girls did that to you, huh?"

"N-no...never..." I somehow said.

"No way!" she replied in that "Kendra" voice everybody knew, before slipping "back into character" as it were and saying in a more sultry tone "Oh, I find that hard to believe...you're such a sweet guy...such a sweet...and naughty...guy."

Kendra had " the touch" as it were and the more she stroked and the more she talked, the more I could feel an explosion coming from me.

"Mmmmm...so good...the way you fucked me...made me so hot, Jim...so good...cum for me Jim...show me how good I make you feel...cum for me, hon...make that beautiful dick cum for me..."

I exploded, making her screech with pleasure as she jerked every bit out of me.

"Oh that was great!" she laughed "Man, that was fun!"

"Play with your nipples." I said.

She looked at me and then knew what I meant, she delicately touched her fingers to her nipples and began making soft circles around them with my cum, enjoying the feeling before looking at me.

"Is that what you like?"

I nodded.

She leaned in and kissed me again.

"I like it too." she whispered "Hollywood Jim."

With filming largely completed, I flew back to Los Angeles and whatever new developments there were in Chuck's case. When my phone buzzed with an incoming text, I knew I didn't have to wait long for an update.

"Stay close to home tonight." was all the message from Mike Schneider said.

So I did as the message said, but with a near-empty pizza box and several beer bottles scattered around it there didn't seem to be any sign of Mike contacting me and I fell asleep on the couch.

That's when my intercom buzzed telling me I had a visitor downstairs. I looked at the security camera and saw it was Mike with someone I couldn't recognize. I buzzed them in and made sure my walking stick was nearby. It was an elegant, and lethal, gift Chuck gave me during my recuperation from the O'Brien shooting that within its seemingly elegant and highly polished black onyx-colored exterior held a dagger hidden inside. I'd never been forced to draw it for defense and hoped this would continue tonight.

I carefully opened the door and Mike entered along with Jeff Murphy, of all people.

"Jesus, what're you doing here?" I said, with much relief.

"Sorry for all the cloak and dagger stuff but we've got a situation that developed while you were gone." Mike said.

"Why not call me?"

"Baldwin advised against it." Jeff added as he took off his jacket "Heyyy...pizza!"

His sudden change in attitude only made things more confusing and seeing Mike grab the last slice and get a beer for himself was just too much for me.

"Uh, look I don't think you came here to mooch food off me at..." I looked at my watch "Christ! It's 3 in the morning! What's going on!?"

Mike put down his beer.

"OK, sorry. We got word from Chuck in New York, an arbitrator's been appointed to settle things with the company."

"What does that mean?"

"It means Walter didn't name a successor to run things, so everything's in limbo."

I looked over at Jeff, who nodded.

"Dad wasn't always the most organized guy." he replied with a shrug.

"Welllll...why doesn't Chuck get the job?" I asked "Or you, for that matter?" I now asked Jeff.

"Clause in his contract prevents that unless he's specifically named, and he wasn't."

"Dad didn't want to force the job on me unless I really wanted it."

"So, I'm assuming the arbitrator will decide who takes over?"

"Right, but there's another twist." Mike added in between bites "Competing group within the board of directors wants to install their own CEO, hence the need for an arbitrator to make a final decision."

"Who would their CEO be?"

"You better sit down for this one, Jim." Jeff said.

"Uh-oh, that's never a good sign."

"Right, Scotty-boy might get his job back." Mike said.

"SCOTT JACKSON?" I yelled.

Mike and Jeff both nodded.

"But how? He's supposed to be in rehab, or jail for that matter!"

"I'm still uncertain of the details," Mike began "But his lawyer discovered a clause in his contract that permits him to be recalled to the company by the board of directors in times of crisis."

"But he was fired when we merged!"

"Not in the eyes of his lawyer, he somehow got a mergers expert to review what happened and he sided with Scott."

"He'd still have to convince the board he's cleaned himself up."

"Think he could?" I asked.

"Maybe, he's a born salesman from what I've seen."

I leaned against a counter and tried to understand what I'd just heard.

"This makes no sense..." I finally said.

"You got that right." Mike replied.

"What's our next move, then?" I asked.

"That's why we came up here, Chuck wants to submit a new candidate so we can present a solid case to the arbitrator for our side." Jeff said confidently.

"Obviously we wanted to keep you in the loop." Mike added.

"Makes sense, I guess."

"We drew up a couple of names of people within the company, and they're good...but there's one other person we think would be even better, and Chuck agrees." Jeff said.

"OK, who would that be?" I said as I sat down with them.

"Well...someone like...you." Jeff said with a casual point of his finger in my direction.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 81



The "spit take" has been a part of TV comedy for years. It involves one person making some shocking remark to another person while they're drinking, making them explosively spit out the drink. It always guarantees laughs.

But in my case, I didn't spit out the drink, just swallowed it hard and coughed like crazy while trying to make sense of what Mike Schneider had just said; 

"We want you to be the new head of Artists Unlimited."

"W-w-why me?" I somehow said between coughs, my eyes watering.

"Hear us out on this," Jeff started "You don't have the kind of baggage Chuck's got, the guys in New York just know you from your work and what everyone else has said about you, all good by the way."

"Chuck hasn't always played nice, you know." Mike added

"You got the wrong guy!" I said "I'd never even seen the New York office until the merger talks."

"And that works in your favor!" Mike said

"How?"

"Your focus has always been on the work, the clients, that looks good to them."

"Yeah, well, so does experience...which I don't have!" 

"Look, Jim...if Scott takes over, then it's all over for us!" Jeff said sternly.

"What do you mean?"

Jeff looked at Mike, who nodded.

"When Dad died, he was beginning the proceedings to take the company public."

"Public? As in publicly traded? Stock exchange?"

"Exactly."

"This hasn't happened since the 80's or 90's, we finally have a chance at real power." Jeff said while looking straight at me "If Scott wins, he'll either move everything to New York or clean house here."

"He might even do both." Mike quietly added "And if he did...guess who'd be gone first?" 

Mike was right. My last encounter with Scott ended with me pulling off his hair piece and having a battle royal wrestling match with him before escaping into the night with Laura Austin and a couple of her friends before a dozen of the LAPD's finest raided the house and had their own match with him. I was sure someone like him wasn't going to kiss and make up if we met again.

"Look, uh, I'm no CEO...I see your point and all, but...why me?" I repeated.

"Why not?" said Jeff

Before I could answer, Mike jumped in.

"What about this?" he started "If I'm correct, as CEO you'd have the power to appoint whomever you want..."

"Or fire whomever you want." Jeff added

"Suppose, just suppose, you took over...you could name Chuck chairman of the board, stay out here and never set foot in the boardroom."

"Hell, you could even give me the job." Jeff nervously laughed.

We all sat in silence. 

My head was practically swirling at this moment. The last time I could recall this feeling might've been when told of Chris' death, or maybe when I nearly died at the hands of Marty O'Brien. But still I wondered, how had all this happened? And why was I suddenly forced into a corner, having to make a life-altering decision like this? My eyes drifted across the room and stopped on a framed photo of me with a pretty brunette girl, dressed in retro-sixties garb and leaning against a vintage Porsche Speedster, the picture cleverly aged to look like it was taken in 1960-something.

"Lea..." I said with a small smile as I thought back to a meeting at the Polo Lounge.

Artists Unlimited was already known as a diverse entertainment enterprise, we handled the careers of numerous people in the business and our fingers were in the pies of projects in the film, TV and music world. And under the steady leadership of Chuck Tyler, it had been quietly getting into partnerships with established studios and exploring film projects with him as a producer. He'd seen his colleague's crash and burn with supposedly can't miss projects in the past so he knew not to jump into something big without knowing everything there was to know. I think he might've seen what happened to Marty O'Brien and used him as a cautionary tale of what not to do.

As Chuck explained it to me, the script for "Spotlight" had been languishing in development hell for some time. He read it once and knew it could be a hit, but only if in the right hands. So when the rights to it expired, he bought it for (if you'll excuse the pun) a song. But he could see the challenges with this film, so he waited until the time was right to really put all his energies into it.

The trade papers quietly announced plans for the film and soon after, the casting of Lea Michelle in the lead role of Julie the aspiring singing ingenue. The other roles were filled by up and coming actors I knew little about. 

Set at a resort modeled on the famous/infamous Cal Neva Lodge, the film followed a trio of nightclub performers; a young lounge singer, an aspiring comedian and a band musician all working a season at a mountaintop resort. 

But Chuck found that doing a film was harder than he thought. First, the current owners of the resort refused his request to film there. So rather than waste time negotiating, he had me dig through the agency's photo archives for any photos taken there, I found several good ones that the studio's CGI department was able to work with. But as good as these were, I felt there were better photos out there. 

"These are good...real good." Chuck said as he looked over a selection of photos from the resort's glory days of the sixties "Can you get any more like this?"

I took a deep breath.

"I could try but our best bet would be to contact some outside agencies."

"OK, do it." Chuck immediately replied "who'd you have in mind?"

Hesitantly, I replied.

"Well, there's really only one I can think of..."

Chuck's smile suddenly turned into a look of dread when he realized the "outside source" I'd have to contact.

"Well, well, well, mister Hollywood is calling me." 

The voice on the phone belonged to Mitch Harrigan.

Mitch ran The Vision Agency, a competitor that Chuck had tried to buy long ago. But the deal had fallen through because Mitch was, let's say, somewhat difficult to deal with. Chuck found that out the hard way, he figured he could just throw money at this little photo archiving firm and they do whatever he pleased. Mitch finally had had enough of Chuck's condescending attitude and cut off negotiations. He'd originally been the photographer handling the Demi Lovato shoot in Vegas that I took over. Chuck knew he was good but always said he'd never work with the guy again, then inevitably was forced to if I was busy and the cycle started all over again. There was a famous studio executive who once said of a particular actor; "I'll never hire him again unless I need to." That summed up Chuck's feelings perfectly. I think Mitch felt the same way, in my case though he somehow believed I'd stolen a prime business opportunity from him. Now I was the one in the position of dealing with him because he had access to one of the largest entertainment photo archives outside of a studio and I was the one who had to kiss ass.

I reluctantly called him and after explaining what we were looking for, the real fun began;

"Mitch, hear me out..." I started "I know you and Chuck have some baggage but you're dealing with me on this, not him." I said diplomatically

"And the difference there is...?"

"I know you're talented and just want to use some of your expertise. I'm not looking for any kind of turf war."

There was a long pause on his end.

"Besides, when have I ever said anything bad about you?"

Another long pause.

"What's in it for me?"

I was afraid he'd say that.

"You know I can't make any guarantees about that. You'll have to take that up with Chuck...but I'll be on your side and owe you a favor and I like to think I come through on those." 

Another long pause.

"Be here at 9 tomorrow morning." 

Mitch was a man of his word and he presented me with a flash drive of photos that were even better than I expected. 

"Awesome, Hollywood!" Chuck said excitedly over the phone the next day "Meet me at the Polo Lounge, we can have a look at them."

Try as I might, the idea of going to the Polo Lounge still turned me into a star struck fan because I never knew what (or whom) to expect there. And when I parked my SLK I had to look around to see if a certain vintage Corvette was parked nearby.

This time though, it was nowhere to be found.

"She's probably on a beach in Bora Bora with some CEO..." I mumbled to myself.

The patio was crowded with industry-types sipping their morning coffee and probably discussing deals. Chuck appeared to have just returned from the tennis court and was deep in conversation when I arrived.

"Hey! Here's the guy I wanted you to meet." he said as he stood up "Jim, meet my star, Lea Michelle."

Like I said, I tried not to be star struck.

Lea was a knockout as usual. Her brown hair had some soft highlights within and her eyes sparkled just like her smile.

"Hi, Jim!" she said exuberantly as I got a soft kiss on the cheek from her "Chuck's told me so much about you."

"Great, I hope I live up to expectations."

"Of course he will!" Chuck laughed "Have a seat kid..."

Chuck quickly ordered another round of coffee for everyone, and got down to business talking up the project in such a way that all we could do was nod as he ran off detail after detail.

Finally Chuck ran out of words, and a long silence came over the table.

"So...sounds like a great film." I said, hoping to find a way to end things.

"Yes! I really like it too." Lea added

Like me, she must've sensed how fast Chuck had been talking and figured it was best to just agree with me than question Chuck.

"Terrific! Jim's been working with a CGI agency to recreate the old Cal-Neva Lodge, this is where the film will be set." he said as he pulled out an iPad with photo mock-ups of sets for the film, Lea was impressed.

Chuck's phone buzzed and he excused himself to answer it.

"I hope my boss isn't too much of a motormouth." I said

"No! Not at all!" Lea quickly replied "Maybe that's just his way of doing things."

"True, I see that every day." I replied as I took another sip of coffee "Um, are you gonna do a tour for your album?"

"I'm not sure yet, I might do a couple of one-off shows somewhere."

"Like in Vegas?"

"No, anywhere but there. I'm not ready for that just yet." she said with that million-dollar smile of hers.

Her response surprised me, but before I could question it, Chuck returned.

"That was a certain Mr. Harrigan..." he said with a little bravado "For a change I've got the upper hand with that little twerp."

Lea started to laugh.

"You have no idea the satisfaction that call gave me." Chuck said with a proud grin "Albert! Another round for us!" he called out

"Oh, no I've gotta get going." Lea said as she stood up "Save it for next time."

"Yes, me too. Guess you'll be drinking alone, Chuck." I said as I did the same.

"Not the first time, pal!" he said with a laugh as he got out his phone and began checking messages.

"So, where are you off to?" she asked me in the lobby.

"Probably back to the office, why?"

"How'd you like to be the first to see me rehearse?"

"Uh, sure! Why not."

Lea gave me that huge smile she was famous for.

"Great! My assistant will call you with the details." she said as she gave me a big hug "It was great meeting you, Jim."

As she exited the hotel, I could hear the calls of paparazzi as she tried to make her way to a waiting car. My departure caused less attention. 

The call I got to see her rehearse didn't come a day later but 3 weeks later, after the formal announcement in the trade papers of "Spotlight"'s production. And it wasn't to see her rehearse her album, but the music she'd sing in the film, a mixture of show tunes and torch songs of the era. And I wouldn't be there as an invited guest, but as an assignment for Artists Unlimited.

My work is never done.

On a huge sound stage was gathered a full orchestra and a big name conductor. Lea sat on a single stool in the middle of this huge gathering. An equally large gathering of movie people was also milling about.

It seemed like I was the odd man out in all this, I decided to wait for the right moment to catch a few fly-on-the-wall shots and hope I'd get lucky. Lea somehow saw me in the dim light.

"Hey, Jim! Come on up here!" she said in that happy voice of hers.

She greeted me with a hug.

"How are you gonna photograph this? Just curious."

"I hadn't really decided." I said as I looked around "Maybe some film noir black and white?"

Lea's face lit up.

"Oh! Awesome!" she said excitedly "I can see it now, light and shadows, that kinda thing?"

I nodded

"I'll make the necessary settings, Miss Michele."

She gripped my arm as she laughed.

The conductor called for attention and everyone scattered.

Lea transformed into this singing ingenue before my eyes. With her eyes closed she totally inhabited a song like "The Very Thought of You", I clicked off shot after shot and the rehearsal flew by. Before I knew it, the music director for the film called a wrap.

"Could we do one more?" Lea asked 

"Which one?" the conductor asked

Lea quickly flipped through a small binder of sheet music.

"Oh! This one, gotta do this one."

The conductor called out a number from the book and the band began to play "Makin' Whoopee", with Lea singing in a slow sexy tone while looking at me.

She let out a childlike giggle when she finished, then thanked the band.

"So, whaddya think, babe?" she asked as she quickly joined me.

"You were...great." I said

Lea hugged me joyously.

"Uh, how 'bout I buy you dinner?" I bravely said

"Oh, I wish you could! I've got another commitment tonight, but, uh, maybe when we get started on the movie, how 'bout that?" she said 

"It's a deal."

Not long after, we were up in the mountains at a ski resort whose exteriors would serve as the Cal-Neva's with help from the CGI people. This was another big production and I soon found myself hovering around the fringes of shots getting photos where I could. It was remarkable what the costume department had accomplished, everybody looked like they'd stepped out of the "Mad Men" cast.

This day would be devoted to scenes introducing the main characters as they arrived at the resort. Naturally, Lea's character would arrive last in a sleek little Porsche Speedster convertible. She looked very glamorous with a scarf around her head and dark sunglasses.

"Could I get some shots of her in the car?" I asked the director.

My motives were more to photograph the car and not the girl in it! 

"Yes! Go ahead!" the director said

Lea gave me a big smile, then seductively pulled the glasses down her nose.

"How's that?" she asked

"Don't ask ridiculous questions, my dear." I said as I snapped off several shots, making her laugh "This is a big production." 

"One more, for me." Lea said "I want you in this one!"

I handed my camera to an assistant and at just the right moment she kissed me. I turned to her and she had a giggly smile on her face. We took another picture where she had her sunglasses pulled down slightly.

My photo op over, Lea was called to the set by the director and was whisked off with a crew of minders following her. She threw me a kiss over her shoulder as she walked away.

"I still got it." I said to myself

I then tripped over a cable on the ground and nearly fell flat on my face.

"Oh, yeah. I still got it."

"That dinner offer still good?" Lea asked me when they wrapped for the day.

I'd spent the last hour going through photos I'd taken and was eager for a break of some kind.

"Sure! I wondered if you'd forgotten."

"Me? Never turn down dinner from a handsome man, I always say." she said with that big smile of hers.

"Well, let's see what we can find, then."

Lea was in a joyful mood as we ate dinner in the resort's grand dining room. The filming was going smoother than expected, Chuck was getting daily reports on its progress and we figured the longer he stayed away, the better the production must be going.

"Where you from, Jim? I meant to ask you that."

"Connecticut, I came out here to work for my friend's photo business."

"Really? That's different. How'd you meet Chuck?"

"Long story..."

"I've got time." she said in a flirtatious tone as she leaned in closer.

"I guess so...uh, well, Chuck had been following the work we'd been doing and made us an offer to merge with Artists Unlimited."

"Was it a tough decision?"

"Sort of...my friend passed away before we could decide and since I was his partner, it fell to me to decide."

"Ohhh...I'm sorry about your friend, were you planning to marry?"

I almost spit out my drink.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Were you going to marry?" she asked again, now she was confused. And the sudden silence between us spoke volumes.

"Uh, I'm not gay. He was a business partner, nothing more."

Lea's hand went to her mouth in shock and embarrassment.

"I'm sooo sorry! I guess when you hear the word 'partner' as much as I do, after awhile it starts to mean something else!" she said before dissolving into laughter, I was laughing too.

"We'd never be compatible as a married couple anyway. I was like Felix Unger around him..."

"And he was Oscar Madison?"

"Exactly, I never figured you for an Odd Couple fan."

Lea's cute smile only made her prettier.

"Well then, let me ask this, are you married? To a girl?"

"No, not at all."

"OK, now we're back on track!"

We both laughed at that.

As the night wore on, we finished off a bottle of wine and Lea was getting a little tipsy, I think I was too. 

"Maybe we should be going?" I said

"Yes...good idea." she said as she stood up, then nearly fell over "Whoa! That wine was a bit more than I thought it would be."

"Take my hand, little lady. I'll get you home."

Lea was happily smiling as we walked out of the dining room.

We staggered a little but somehow made our way to her hotel suite. 

Lea clicked on a light and it revealed a very lavish suite. She casually tossed her purse on a chair and turned to me.

"Do you like the room?"

"Yeah, maybe when I'm a star I'll get one of these."

Lea gave me that cute giggle of hers and embraced me.

"You know...you're a sweet guy..." she said in a tipsy voice "...and I want to show you how much I appreciate...you..." she slurred, giving me a playful jab on the word "you".

"OK, howya gonna do that?" I replied in an equally slurring voice.

Lea put her hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me into a nearby chair.

"Lemme show you..." she slurred.

With a wobbly walk, Lea went over to an iPod that was hooked up to a portable music system and after a few clicks, a deep bass thump was heard long with a jazzy piano.

"Let me...entertaaaain you..." she began to sing in a soft, sexy tone as she ran her fingers down my chest "...I've got lots of tricks...I'm very verrrrsatile..."

Lea stepped back a little and playfully shook her ass for me before looking over her shoulder and giving me a sexy wink. She turned around and slowly walked back to me before kissing me on the lips while her hand drifted down to my crotch and slowly rubbed it. She gave me soft kisses on my cheek before whispering in my ear;

"I want you...want you sooo bad..."

I deeply inhaled a soft perfume that only enhanced her sexiness. Lea put her hands on my shoulders and was soon sitting in my lap, seductively moving her hips back forth, and giving me a somewhat clumsy lap dance. All the while she was humming or whispering the words to the song. She now wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. Her lips were soft and wet.

"...want you soooo bad..." she repeated.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and stood up, she instinctively held onto me as we stood. There was no fear on her part as we moved to the large bed. I tried to gently lay her down on it, but we ended up collapsing onto it. She just laughed as she sat up and climbed on top of me.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 81



"You're cute!" she said as she leaned down to kiss me.

We were looking at one another closely, wondering who'd make the next move. Her deep brown hair and eyes only made her more beautiful, even in the slightly dim light of the room. 

"You're a good kisser...and you've got a cute body too." she said in a giggly voice "I wanna have some...fun..."

She sat up fully and slowly climbed off the bed.

"Gimme 2 minutes, hon." she said as she went into the bathroom.

I sat up a little to get my bearings, Moments like this always turn me into a stammering, clueless idiot. Sure, I've been in situations like this before, but like I said, I never know what I'm supposed to do. 

Maybe I should make a graceful exit? 

No, I should stay. 

But the Police report would say I took advantage of an intoxicated girl, that never looks good when the press gets hold of the report, which inevitably they do.

I'd better go. 

Then again, I could just make sure she gets to bed okay.

No, she's expecting someone else, and it ain't me! 

Nah, I'll stay. 

I guess I could at least take off my Beatle boots. Yeah, good idea. 

Just as the second boot hit the ground, Lea emerged in a gorgeously sexy red satin camisole and matching panties. 

"Whoa..." I said

She gave me a big "Glee" smile in return.

"Like it?"

"I like it a lot...must be really comfortable to sleep in...among other things."

Lea slowly walked over to my side of the bed.

"Stand up." she said softly before kissing me and whispering in my ear "Take your clothes off...I want you..."

She began to unbutton my shirt and her fingers slowly made patterns around my chest and down to my waist while I unhooked my belt.

"Mmmmm...so nice..." she said before looking up at me.

Lea's hand began to drift downward until I felt it inside my pants, then inside my underwear. My eyes closed slightly as she felt my dick, and it responded to her soft touch. 

"It feels nice...is that OK? I kinda like doing that."

"It feels good...nice..." I replied softly.

"This feels nice too." Lea said as she reached around and felt my ass, then began to lower my underwear until my dick was fully exposed to her. She didn't show excitement, just a little smile towards me.

"Looks nice." she said.

Our eyes met one another and I slowly moved my hands down her shoulders, slowly working the straps of her camisole down until it dropped to the floor. She had pretty B size tits with tiny nipples that were already hard. My fingers touched them and she shuddered a little, then nodded, giving me the OK to continue.

"I like that." she said with a smile as she continued to feel my dick.

I began to caress her tits and she began to sway back and forth as the waves of pleasure came over her, me as well, thanks to her soft touch on my dick. My hands drifted down her toned belly to her silky panties where there I felt a sexy warmth. My thumbs went inside the waistband and I slid them down until she was completely naked. We kissed deeply. Our lips parted and Lea slowly lay back on the bed, looking at me the whole time with a "come hither" expression on her face. Her legs slowly opened, revealing a beautifully smooth pussy. I joined her on the bed and began to softly kiss her neck, then moving to her tits, softly licking her nipples, soft moans came from her as I did this.

"Ohhhhh...yessss...like that...ohhhyessss..." she said in a sweet voice.

Her belly was tanned and firm, obviously the result of much time in the gym. I traced a pattern around her pussy, then slowly slipped a finger inside, her upper body heaved upward slightly at this new feeling and she breathed in sharply. She was very wet. I kissed her pussy lips and began to lick around them, then my tongue went inside her. She moaned loudly.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.

I continued to lick her sweet pussy, Lea continued to moan and gasp the more I did this until they became louder.

"Oh! Oh! OH! OH GOD!!" she moaned.

I looked up and she was gasping, but smiling.

"Oh my god...that was awesome!" she laughed.

"Y-you're so beautiful." I said hesitantly.

She gave me a bashful smile.

"Come on...make love to me." she said.

I nodded.

"Um...are you, um..."

"Oh yes...I'm on the pill...don't worry about anything." she smiled as she held her arms out for me. I moved back up her body until I was atop her. She closed her eyes and a blissful smile came over her face as she felt me inside her warm, wet pussy. Her arms wrapped around my back and I began to slowly fuck her, she felt so nice. Her eyes opened and she gave me a big smile.

"You feel so good!" she said in a soft voice.

"You too." I said in the same way.

"Ohhhh...baby...ohhhhsssooogooodd..." she moaned as she held me closer and I kissed her neck.

I continued to thrust into her, slowly, then harder and she met every one of thrusts with one of her own, I could feel her legs wrap around my waist the more I fucked her. She seemed to be gritting her teeth with every thrust back at me.

"God, yeah! Fuck me babe!" she said in an almost growling tone that became a sexier, pleading tone "Fuck me...fuck meeee..."

I slowed down and kissed her.

"Turn around...I wanna do you from behind..."

Lea eagerly sat up and showed her cute ass to me. My dick slowly re-entered her and she gave a slow moan as I began to fuck her again. I pulled her up and kissed her neck while my hands tried to fondle her tits from behind. Her moans kept getting sexier and sexier the more we fucked. And it was having the right reaction from me as I felt an explosion building within me.

"Gonna cum...oh Lea...I'm gonna..."

I let out a growl of my own as I exploded inside her. We slowly lay back on the bed, my dick still inside her pussy. 

She didn't seem to mind.

"Oh my god... it's been so long since I felt that good..." she said when she turned over to face me "Oh baby...wow..." she said in a soft and sleepy voice.

We soon fell asleep.

The room phone rang and our previous night's excesses quickly hit me. Lea on the other hand, didn't seem affected at all. 

"Mmmmmm! Hi sweetie!" she said once she hung up the phone.

She seemed just as bubbly and perky as the night before. Me, on the other hand, not so much.

"The wine really hit you, huh?"

"You could say that." I said as I rubbed my head.

"Well, I know something that'll make you feel better." she said in that same perky tone.

Before I could ask what it was, she couched down and started to caress my dick until it began to grow and harden.

"Nice!" she said "This'll be fun!"

Lea's head went down and I felt her soft and wet lips around my dick as it went into her mouth, her tongue working its own magic and her lovely head bobbing up and down.

"Like that?" she said as she jerked my dick "Like how I suck your cock?"

I nodded.

"I like it too." she giggled.

It felt so good having this beauty do this, whatever pain I might've had quickly went away the longer she sucked me. But I could feel another explosion start to build. I exploded into her mouth. Lea swallowed every drop.

"That was fun!" she said as she delicately wiped whatever residue was around her mouth "I always wanted to do that in the morning."

"It's a first for me too." I somehow said.

Lea let out that cute laugh of hers.

"Jim?"

Jeff's voice yanked me back to reality, and the decision I had to make.

"So, what's your answer Jim?" Jeff asked.

I took a deep breath.

"OK...I'm in."



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 82



I still had wildly mixed emotions about being thrown into the power struggle for control of Artists Unlimited. At the moment, the case was in the hands of an arbitrator. And from what Jeff had told me, this guy was in no rush to make a judgment. I hadn't even met the guy yet, so I couldn't even make a judgment of my own on what the outcome could be.

For now all I could do was to take things day to day.

Back when I was still partnered with my friend Chris Foster we had a photo agency called East Coast Image. And we got a lucky break when we were hired to photograph the "Triple Threat Tour" Tigress had done with Rihanna & Beyonce`. We barely knew what Artists Unlimited was back then. Chris and I just knew that at the end of the tour we were each presented a check with lots of zeroes on it. And Chris thought it was high time I drove a car that reflected my stature. So he dropped me off at a Mercedes dealership, giving strict instructions to the first salesperson he saw to not let me leave without buying a car from them. I left there the owner of silver Mercedes-Benz SLK convertible.

And I had to admit Chris was right, driving a car that reflected my stature was a fitting reward for our work.

Now I was back at the same dealership for an oil change and general service. Sure, I could get the same service much cheaper at any number of places, but I liked the dealership better for some reason. Like the classic obsessive/compulsive I probably was, every piece of paperwork related to the car was kept in a black leather folder embossed with the Mercedes logo. The service department rep checked me in, then did a double take when she saw the business card that was still inside the folder from when I first bought the car.

"Melanie Reed?" she said dumbfounded.

"Yes, I think she sold me the car."

"Wow, this is a trip!" she said "She's the sales manager here now. She was the top salesperson last year."

"No kidding! She certainly moved up in the world."

"You bet, best boss I've ever worked for...there she is now, Melanie!"

Melanie Reed turned to see me.

"You sold this guy his car."

"No way..." she said as she walked over and looked at my paperwork "Oh, I remember you! You came in with some pal of yours, I think."

"Right, my late great partner."

"So, what would you say to...an upgrade in your wheels?" she asked conspiratorially.

"An upgrade?"

"Sure, come with me." she said as she took me out to the sales floor.

In the middle of the huge sales floor sat the newest Mercedes SLK, slowly rotating on a low platform. The exterior was a deep black, the interior was lipstick red. And I'll admit, it sure looked nice.

"Brand new model...just arrived yesterday." Melanie casually said "The engine's been upgraded...you'll love the electronics system."

"I'm sure I will..." I said as I slowly ran my fingers across the body's curves. It was hard to tell whose curves it reminded me of, Julianne? Lindsay? Kate or Kim's? It was all of those rolled into one.

"I think you're in love." Melanie said.

I looked over at her with a smile of embarrassment.

"Looks that way, huh?" I finally said.

She nodded.

"Tell you what, give it some thought. You know where to find me." she said as she handed me her card and went off to greet a pretty woman who just arrived. I heard her say the name "Chrissy" and give her a hug. She looked familiar as they came closer.

"Jim here is interested in the same car as you." Melanie said

"Oh, it's not for me!" the new girl giggled "I'm looking for a gift for my husband."

"That's right! John's birthday is coming soon isn't it?" Melanie said before turning to me "Chrissy is married to John Legend."

That's where I knew her!

"Oh, so you're..."

"Chrissy Teigen, hi Jim." she said as she shook my hand with a big smile "I'm trying to find a neat car for John. I know he likes Mercedes cars but he loves Porsche's too. Melanie's been trying to find one for me."

"Really? Well, uh, I know of one for sale."

"You do?" both girls said simultaneously.

"Yes, uh, long story but I own it and have been trying to figure out if I want to sell it or keep it. No offense to you Melanie, I love my Benz."

"No offense taken, I'll gladly handle the paperwork if you want to sell it to Chrissy."

"I think we might have a deal here."

"Uh, it would help if I got to SEE the car, you know." Chrissy added, like it was a detail we'd conveniently forgotten.

"Yes, good idea." I said "How 'bout I take you to where it is?"

"Awesome!" she said excitedly "Lemme get my bag."

The Porsche in question was a white 911 Turbo Carrera that had been the pride and joy of my late partner Chris Foster. When he died, he left the car to me and since then, other than a few joyrides, it sat under a tarp in the garage of Joey Cortez, a friend who ran a body shop next door to Baba Louie's, his take-out Mexican restaurant. I often wondered from which establishment he recycled the grease and oil his employees used.

A snarling pit bull and equally snarling Mastiff dashed out as we pulled up to the garage. 

"The car is here?" Chrissy asked fearfully.

"Yes, it might not look like much, but the owner takes good care of it, he's completely legit." I said before mumbling "Or so he tells me."

"Daisy! Butterscotch!" I heard someone yell.

Standing in the doorway to the garage was their owner and Cheech Marin lookalike, Joey Cortez. Both dogs immediately sat at attention as we slowly got out of my car. 

"Ayyyy, Hollywood! How you been, man?"

"'Bout the same, might have a buyer for the Porsche." I said as Chrissy stepped up.

"Hi, Chrissy Teigen."

"Yeah! I know you, wow!" he suddenly became a stumbling schoolboy in her presence "Don't mind the dogs, they're homeless, I mean harmless!"

Chrissy laughed and knelt down to greet each dog who eagerly sniffed and licked her face, making her laugh.

"Let's see the car." I said.

Joey led us into the garage, past other workers whose tongues were practically dragging on the grease and oil stained floor as Chrissy walked by. He pulled the tarp off and revealed the still gleaming Porsche. 

"This is it!" she screamed in delight "He's got a picture of this car on his computer!"

"I think you just made a sale." Joey said to me.

"There's still the test drive, you know."

"Here's the keys, amigo." he said as they jingled in his hands.

"You drive, Jim...I know I'll only be a passenger if John's driving." she said to me as she got in the passenger seat "Besides...I can't drive a stick shift."

Soon, we were roaring down the freeway, Chrissy had a mile-wide grin every time I accelerated. 

"Oh..my...GOD!" she said excitedly "This is awesome!!"

"Thanks, Joey takes good care of it."

"You drive it good too!" she said with a flirty look.

I could only shrug my shoulders and try not look at the very tanned and smooth legs she casually revealed. 

After roaring around the streets, we returned to Joey's Garage, where he stood outside the entrance.

"Get a deal, amigo?" he asked as he took a sip of some fruity-looking concoction.

"Oh yeah! I think we've got a deal here." she said "What's the price gonna be?" she asked as she took out her phone.

Suddenly my mind went blank.

"Um...I honestly don't know."

In all the excitement, I never thought of an asking price. The car had lots of sentimental value for sure, but that doesn't pay the taxes or upkeep. Even though Joey had been storing it free of charge, I knew his good might eventually run out.

"OK, I'll tell you what. I'll call Melanie and see what she can find out and she'll do the negotiating, how 'bout that?"

"Yes, that sounds good to me." I said, relieved.

"Great, let's go back and get my car."

I turned to Joey and his eyes and those of his co-workers were glued on Chrissy as she walked back to my car.

"Stop gawking at her Joey, she's married, remember?"

"She's sure lookin' at you, pal." he replied with a wiseguy look on his face.

"C'mon! Get real!" I said dismissively.

"Hey, they don't call you 'Hollywood Jim' for nothin' you know." he chuckled as he went back inside the garage.

"Awww, what does a grease monkey like him know?" I thought to myself as I walked back to my car. 

Back at the Mercedes dealer, Chrissy and I met with Melanie and she clicked out a price on her Ipad, showed it to Chrissy, who nodded her approval and then showed it to me.

"How's this look, Jim?" she asked

Not to brag, but there were more zeroes in the price than I ever expected, or dreamed for that matter. I suddenly realized the last time I'd seen that many zeroes. It was when Chris and I had just gotten our paychecks for the Triple Threat Tour. I was putting a price on sentimentality.

I took a deep breath.

"Well, Chris...I hope you understand." I thought.

"OK, it's a deal."

"Great!" Chrissy said excitedly 

"Can you arrange to have the car delivered?" Melanie asked

"Sure, I'll call Joey now, he can deliver it wherever you like, how's that?"

"Wow, Jim! You are the coolest! Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Not in so many words but, I'll accept the compliment." I replied with a bashful smile.

"I'll get the paperwork started." Melanie said as she went back to her office.

"Joey! I got a buyer for the Porsche."

"Alright, man!" he said excitedly "Chrissy bought it?"

"Uh-huh." I said as I looked at Chrissy, who smile widely "How soon can you deliver it to her place?"

"Not 'til tomorrow afternoon, man. I'm backed up here now"

"He's got a lot of work at the garage, can he bring it over tomorrow afternoon?" I said to her.

"Perfect! That gives me time for my business manager to get a check ready for you" she said as she got out her phone.

"Pack it and ship it, pal."

I turned to Chrissy and she was just finishing her call.

"All set! Here's my address, call me when you're on the way."

"You got a deal."

"Great!" she said as she gave me a quick kiss "See you then."

Chrissy put on her stylish sunglasses and left in a Jaguar convertible that looked a lot more luxurious than my Benz. 

I called Joey back and with address in hand (and Porsche on truck) we made our way to her home the next day. It turned out she lived in an exclusive beach community.

"So this is how the other side lives." Joey said as he climbed out of his truck upon our arrival.

"I guess so..." I mused as I looked at the outside, which was straight out of Architectural Digest magazine. Chrissy appeared at the door.

"Hi guys!" she said happily as she came outside wearing a floor length white sundress "Wow! You got it here!"

She was followed by an assistant who carried an envelope.

"A little something for your trouble." she said as she gave the envelope to Joey "Can you put the car in the garage over there?"

"Sure, you got it!" he said eagerly after looking at the check inside the envelope, he quickly busied himself with unloading the car from the truck. Chrissy was beaming as the car slowly came down from the flatbed truck and I helped Joey push it into the garage.

"OK, all set." I said to Chrissy.

"Melanie faxed over the paperwork, I've got it inside, follow me."

"You gonna need me for anything else, Jimmy?" Joey asked "With a check like this I better get it to the bank quickly." 

"I guess we're all set, I think I need to sign some stuff here."

Joey watched Chrissy walk back into the house.

"Have fun signing, amigo." he chuckled as he got back in his truck and started it up.

"Smart-ass punk..." I muttered to myself as he drove away.

Chrissy's beach house was decorated beautifully inside, the hardwood floors seemed like they were from the deck of an old sailboat and large Oriental rugs were on them. Huge windows gave an unsurpassed view of the ocean. But what caught my attention was the black grand piano in a corner and what was on top of it, a golden statuette that seemed to glow thanks to the sunlight streaming in from outside. Chrissy sat on the large couch and was assembling papers with her assistant when she looked up at me.

"Oh, you like the souvenir?" she asked.

I was awestruck looking at it, it was an Oscar. The real thing, complete with its recipients' name, John Legend, engraved on it.

"All these years...watching it on TV...I-I've never seen a real one." I replied.

"That's what John said too, you wanna hold it?"

"No way!" I said holding up hands up "I turn into Mr. Butterfingers at the worst possible times."

Chrissy and her assistant laughed boisterously.

"I marked where he needs to sign, will you need anything else?"

"No, I'm cool, see you tomorrow." Chrissy replied. 

Her assistant walked out leaving me alone with Chrissy.

"OK, Jim the moment we've all been waiting for." she said looking up from the paperwork.

"Sign on the dotted lines, huh?"

"Exactly."

I joined her on the couch and she produced the paperwork.

"OK, the red marks are where you sign and the green are where I sign." she said.

"Alright...this is pretty big for me."

"Why?"

"Well, the car belonged to my old business partner. He really loved it and left it to me when he died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"No, no, I loved it too but having two cars...I don't know...it's gets expensive and I guess I'm a cheapskate at heart."

"I get it, sentimental value, right?"

"Right, someone once said two cars is company, three is a business."

Chrissy giggled and held her hand to her mouth.

"That's very funny." 

"Anyway, it's going to someone who'll appreciate it more." I said as I signed the last document.

"John's really gonna love this." she said as she signed in the right places. I could see she had an elegant signature, and from where I sat she had beautiful tits not encumbered by a bra. 

"OK...now for the best part." she said with a big smile as she reached for an envelope and handed it to me. Inside was a check, a rather large one.

"W-wow..." I said "All this time out here and some things still amaze me."

"I know what you mean. I'm the same way, let's celebrate. Want a glass of wine?" she said as she stood and went to a small bar near the windows.

"Sure, why not?" I replied as I saw the sunlight revealed the body beneath the dress, very nice. 

Chrissy returned with 2 glasses of Chardonnay and sat beside me again.

"Here's to..." she began.

"...a very memorable birthday present." I added, making her giggle again as our glasses clinked together.

"Yes, exactly!"

Chrissy's arm was on the back of the sofa and she sat with her legs tucked under her, her head tilted to one side as she looked at me.

"You know, it was very lucky you were in that dealership, you know."

"I guess so, and it all started with an oil change."

Chrissy smiled again.

"Melanie said you work for some management company."

"Uh-huh, Artists Unlimited."

"Oh, I know that place! There's some big power struggle going on there."

"How did you know about that?

"I hear things, people talk."

"Sounds about right."

"What about you? You haven't told me much about yourself, how'd you come to work there?"

"Well, the guy who owned the Porsche started a photo business and he needed help with it, I came out here for the summer to help him and wound up staying for good. That was a couple of years ago now that I think about it."

"You like it out here?"

I nodded.

"I guess if I didn't I wouldn't be here, would I?"

Chrissy took a sip of her wine and gave me a sly, flirty smile in response.

"I can tell you like it here." she said

"How so?"

"Because you look good sitting there...glass of wine in hand...it makes you look good."

"Well, I uh, guess that's a first."

"You something else that would be a first?" Chrissy said as she inched closer to me "...If I kissed you."

Chrissy leaned in and our lips met. We kissed again, deeper this time. When we separated, she had a beaming smile.

"I like that." she said.

I could only smile in response. Chrissy gently loosened the tie in her hair and let her thick dark hair cascade down, her eyes on me the whole time. She leaned in to kiss me again and I felt her hand on my crotch, slowly rubbing it, and getting the desired reaction from me.

"Like that, babe?" she softly asked.

"F-feels nice..."

She kissed me cheek then whispered in my ear;

"You can touch me too...it's OK."

My hand nervously went to her breast and she arched her back slightly as I began to caress it. Her hand found the zipper on my pants and somehow worked it down. I felt her hand slide inside my pants and rub my dick through my underwear.

"Mmmm...nice..." she purred "...let's see what you've got..."

I could see through the thin material of her dress that her nipples were clearly erect. She continued to feel around through my pants until she freed my dick, she held it in her hand and looked very pleased with it. She looked at me with a sweet smile on her face; 

"I'll make you feel good, babe."

Chrissy's head slowly went down into my lap and I felt her lips surround my dick, softly licking and teasing it before feeling the warmth of her mouth as she swallowed it. Her thick brown hair felt nice against my skin as her head slowly bobbed up and down. 

"Wow, you've got a nice one!" she giggled.

"T-thank you..." I somehow stammered.

Chrissy continued to suck my dick before she came up and softly kissed my neck.

"Your turn..." she whispered in my ear.

Chrissy moved back slightly and slowly slid the straps down her shoulders, exposing her tits, they were nice! Very full with tan colored nipples. She gave me an electric smile that seemed to say she was proud to show them off to me.

"C'mon...you can touch me." she said.

I got close and gingerly felt her breasts, caressing her nipples and making her breathe in deeply and exhale a soft "oh" the more I felt them. I kissed her lips then began to kiss down her neck until I got to those beautiful tits of hers, I kissed and licked them eagerly. I could feel Chrissy running her fingers through my hair as I did this, especially when I sucked on her nipples.

"Oh my GOD! Uh-huh...uh-huh...oh god YES!" she moaned "Suck on 'em! Oh god yeah! Suck 'em!" 

I sat up and we kissed deeply, our tongues meeting. Chrissy began to pull up my polo shirt until it was off, then lay back on the couch and pulled her dress up, revealing the absence of panties, and a gorgeous pussy.

"Man, you've been naked the whole time?" I asked as I took in the sight before me.

(I know, dumb thing to say)

"I never wear clothes inside." she giggled before looking at me with a more serious expression and opening her legs wide "...neither should you..."

I took her suggestion and stood up to remove my jeans as quickly as I could. Once I was naked, I caressed her smooth legs until I reached her pussy, then I kissed it and softly licked around it, the same way she'd been around my dick. Chrissy began to moan and gasp again. My tongue penetrated her and soon found her clit, which sent her into orbit. I could hear her scream out "YESSSS!" and gasp even more before she bolted upright and held my head tightly.

"Gonna cum! OHHHHHHHHGODDDDDD!!" she yelled as she climaxed.

She soon lay back on the couch but still sounded like she'd run a marathon. I came up from between her legs and kissed her softly on her cheek.

"Oh god that was incredible..." she whispered "...incredible..."

Chrissy looked down at my dick and smiled.

"Let's make it even better." 

I moved my dick into position and pushed slowly into her pussy, she was super-wet so it felt so good going in. Chrissy closed her eyes and a beautiful smile came over her face the further it went in.

I began fucking Chrissy Teigen.

Her beautifully full tits shook as I fucked her and she sounded so sexy with her little gasps and moans the more I did it. I slowed down and kissed her softly, which made her moan all the more at the feeling.




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 82



"Mmmm, babe...let me ride you..." she said as we slowly got up. I sat back on the couch and she was still smiling as she looked at me.

"You look nice, babe..." she giggled.

Chrissy hiked her dress up a little further as she held my dick and eased it back into her pussy. With slow and dramatic movement, she arched her back as she pulled the dress up and off revealing her full naked body to me. She ran her fingers through her thick hair for extra glamor effect. 

"Ohhhhhh...this feels even better..." she said as she began to move up and down on it "Like that? Like seeing my tits honey?"

"I like it a lot."

Chrissy leaned forward.

"Suck 'em!"

My lips eagerly went for her nipples, giving them a little teeth too, which made her gasp.

"YES! Oh god, YES!"

Chrissy bounced on my dick and held onto my shoulders. I grabbed her ass as she did it, giving it a little smack. 

"OH YEAH!" she laughed "Smack me baby!"

I smacked her again, she laughed more.

She slowed down again and climbed off.

"Do me doggie, hon..." she said "Then you can really smack me."

Chrissy moved back onto the couch and showed her ass to me.

How could I not resist?

I gave her ass a hard smack, she was laughing. I leaned down and kissed her as best I could. She responded with another sexy moan that grew even sexier as I slid my dick back into her. Holding her hips I fucked her again and she responded with every thrust into her with one back. I smacked her ass too and she loved it even more.

"Oh yeah baby!" she yelled out "God you're a good fuck!"

She looked over her shoulder and gave me that classic smile of hers as we fucked.

"Fuck me babe! Fuck me!" she yelled out "Oooooh babe...come on...gonna cum...ohhhhhgodddddddd!"

Chrissy let out a scream as I grabbed her tits from behind and pulled her close to me, she was gasping and moaning non-stop and I could feel my own climax coming fast. With one final thrust I exploded into her pussy and we collapsed onto the couch. 

Chrissy began to giggle.

"W-wow that was wild.." she said softly as we held each other close, the sounds of the ocean only soothing us even more "That was really wild."

"I hope I did okay." I said

"You did more than OK babe."

My dick softened and slipped out of her as we lay together, spoon-style.

My watch told me we'd dozed for a good hour when I awoke. Chrissy was still beside me, looking sexy as ever.

"Feel alright?" she asked

I breathed in sharply as I awoke,

"Little more than OK, I guess."

She turned over to give a quick kiss.

"You're a cool guy, Jim. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Maybe one or two." I replied sheepishly as I sat up.

"Well, I can't thank you enough for what you did. This is gonna be such a cool gift for John."

"Um, I guess I should keep quiet about all this, huh?"

"You don't need to, he's cool about everything."

"He is?"

"Sure, he knows all about me, there's no secrets with us." 

After a final glass of wine, I started home. I got behind the wheel of my Mercedes and took a final look at the Porsche that was the pride and joy of my friend. Seeing Chrissy's reaction to it and how it would obviously be well cared for made it a little easier for me. Sure I would've liked to keep it as a reminder of my friend but the best memories are not the ones that were material, but the ones in your memory. 

I smiled as I drove away, in my rear view mirror was a perfect California sunset.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 83



Author's Note

Thanks again for your patience everyone, between time constraints and writer's block I haven't been able to spend as much time on this as I'd like. Thanks again! 

*****

Hollywood funerals can be no different than any others. Sure you see family members there but in Hollywood, there are an equal number of friends and enemies along with a healthy dose of "what's he/she/it doing here?" So the drama is always there. There's a story of a studio mogul whose funeral was attended by loved ones and an equal number who wanted to make sure he was really dead.

Walter Murphy's looked to be right along those lines. Walter had been a founding partner in Artists Unlimited and guided the company through good times and bad. He had gone into semi-retirement and worked out of the offices in midtown Manhattan while his son Jeff became second in command at the Los Angeles office. I'd only met him 2 or 3 times, most famously when the company was sued. At a time when stress levels were probably sky-high, he was the model of grace under pressure.

And it appeared that pressure was what got to him and caused the massive heart attack that killed him. 

Walter's funeral would be in the Hamptons where he'd lived for many years and had the potential to attract a large gathering of friends and colleagues. I was saying good bye to a friend but at the same time I was getting a small respite from the sudden upheaval at Artists Unlimited. 

Instead of doing what I was hired to do, take pictures and run the photo department, I was spending much of the day in conference rooms with Jeff Murphy, Michael Baldwin and Mike Schneider. All because I agreed to be their candidate to take over the company and save it from the "evil clutches" of Scott Jackson and his contingent back in New York. On paper their idea made sense, I just wasn't sure I was prepared for something as big as this.

Me? Run the company?

"Hey, if Chuck could run this place, so could you." Jeff said confidently.

"Uh-huh, I'll remember that."

"I think we're done here for now, Jim." Mike said as he looked at his watch "The arbitrator is supposed to call later with an update."

"They won't be making a decision, will they?"

"I doubt it, more than likely they'll table this for later or make a temporary ruling."

"Which means what?"

"We could get a substitute teacher for the rest of the school year." Mike said casually.

All I knew was I had to get out for awhile. For better or worse, a funeral appeared to be my getaway. 

The company jet delivered much of the AU staff to JFK airport and we all scattered to different cars, limos and helicopters that arrived in Southampton for the service at a small church in town. This wasn't the time for star-gazing but I couldn't resist looking around to see if there was anyone I recognized.

"For a guy like Walter, I wonder why he chose this place for the service." I asked Michael as we sat in the church.

"What did you expect? St. Patrick's Cathedral?"

"No, but, I don't know, this seems so..."

"Quaint?"

"Right."

"Well for one thing," he began "He largely built this church so I think that entitles him to have his funeral here."

"Really?"

Michael nodded.

"The bigger gathering will be at his house."

"I wonder what that place is like?"

Natalie Hayden, who was seated on the other side of Jeff, leaned in with her reply that said it all perfectly.

"Trust me, you'll remember it." she said, adding that "Little Miss Know-it-all" smile.

All I could do was give her the same smile back.

With the tributes, stories and jokes ended, another line of limos delivered us to a large white colonial house that looked out on the ocean. We all gathered on the beach where his ashes were scattered to the ocean. Natalie held onto my arm and rested her head on my shoulder as the waves carried the ashes away.

"He was a good man..." she said quietly, almost tearfully. 

"He made the company." I replied as I softly kissed her head.

Jeff took a deep breath and stood in front of everyone to make a speech.

"Um, if my Dad were here now, he'd invite everyone inside for a drink...so I think that's in order now. Let's raise a glass to the old man."

There was a collective sound of agreement as we went inside.

Just as Michael had predicted, the amount of people at the reception seemed larger than the service. It seemed like every client we ever had was there to pay their respects to the family.

I found myself drawn away from the guests to a quiet downstairs den with huge windows that overlooked the ocean. It had been a classic "Hamptons" kind of day. I guess Walter would've wanted that. Jeff joined me at the windows.

"Jim, thanks for coming. Dad really appreciated everything you did, you know."

"I wish I'd known him better, all those stories people were telling really got to me."

"Yeah, Dad could spin a yarn with the best of them."

"Did he ever think of writing a memoir?"

"I think someone did approach him with that idea once." he said "What the hell, let the historians write that one. What was that line in the old western movie, when fact becomes legend..."

"...Print the legend." I said in response.

"You know your movies, I'll never doubt you there." he said as he sipped his drink, then casually swirling the ice in the glass.

"This is a helluva house."

"Yeah, it was his pride and joy, next to the company I guess." Jeff replied as he now stood behind the large antique desk and looked around the empty room with its shelves crammed with photos and awards from long ago "Lotta memories in here that's for sure."

"If these walls could talk..." I said

Jeff smiled widely, then a look of sadness came over his face.

"Thanks, pal." he said quietly as he hugged me "I gotta get back upstairs."

He quickly left the room, I think he was bound to get more emotional the longer he was in the room that obviously held many memories. Just out of earshot I heard him talk briefly with someone on the staircase; it seemed like a female voice. I turned and coming down the stairs was a beauty in a simple navy blue dress, her hair a golden shade of blonde and tied in a tight bun. 

"Hey, I didn't get to talk to you at the service." she said.

I couldn't help but smile as Kate Upton walked toward me.

"I'm so sorry, he was such a good man." she said as we hugged.

"It's good to see you again, it's been too long." I replied

"I know, I think I owe you dinner or something, we didn't get to talk much did we?"

She was referring to our meeting in Miami, I was down there to photograph the launch of her Victoria's Secret lingerie line and we spent quite an evening together. 

"Did you work with him a lot?" she asked

"Not as much as one would think, he ran the New York side of things. But he liked me, I know that."

"I love this house." she said as she looked around the room.

"Me too, I was just telling Jeff that. Look at all the photos on the wall, half of Hollywood must be up there."

"I think the other half's upstairs." Kate said.

"Ah! So very true!" I said in a scholarly tone "How 'bout we get ourselves a drink?"

"Lead on, Mister Jimmy." she said with a big smile as she took my arm.

We soon ran into Chuck Tyler upstairs and before we knew it, he started telling Kate a story about Walter when his phone buzzed. His expression became very serious when he looked at the caller ID and he immediately excused himself.

"Chuck loves storytelling doesn't her?" she said to me once he left.

"Yeah, he never runs out of those."

We could see Chuck out on the huge deck intently listening to his phone. But I got the feeling this wasn't an ordinary call. He was nodding every few seconds, then appearing to say "are you sure?" over and over before turning to look at me. By coincidence, Jeff appeared, also on his phone and listening intently. Chuck saw me and started to beckon me to join them.

"Something's up if they're both on their phones." I said to Kate.

"You better get out there." she replied, as curious as I was.

I joined the pair on the deck just as Chuck clicked off his phone.

"That was Baldwin, he's in Manhattan now." he said slowly "Scott Jackson's pulled out of the lawsuit."

Before I could react, my phone buzzed with a call from Roger Sullivan, my own lawyer.

"Jim! There's just been a big development in Scott's lawsuit..." Roger said quickly.

"I just heard, Scott's pulled out?"

"Right, Chuck will fill you in, I'll call you later on."

I hung up my phone and looked at Jeff and Chuck, who were just as stunned as I was.

"So what happened?"

"According to Baldwin, Scott couldn't muster enough support from the board to force a vote, so the arbitrator dismissed his claim." Chuck said.

"And that means...?" I asked.

"Other than a meeting tomorrow morning at the home office...it's business as usual." Jeff added.

"And I'll be back in charge." said Chuck.

"Could he still sue us, like in civil court?" Jeff asked him

"Baldwin says no."

I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, I think we all did.

"Dad would be very happy." Jeff said as he shook hands with us and went back inside. I was about to follow when Chuck took my arm and led me to the deck's railing.

"I want to tell you something, Jim" he began slowly "I know this was all very sudden, we put you through a lot...but I want you to know that if this had gone through...you would've been the perfect man to run this company." 

I was speechless.

"Don't ever doubt your abilities, my friend." he said with a reassuring smile "I'll see you tomorrow morning, 10 am sharp."

Chuck went back inside, leaving me alone on the deck. I was once again trying to wrap my head around what had happened in the last few hours; I said my final goodbyes to the man who pretty much made my career in Hollywood, albeit from the east coast, and the next a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. If that was not enough, my hidden potential as a CEO was revealed. I heard the sliding door behind me open and Kate rejoined me.

"Looks like you got some good news." she said.

I took another deep breath and turned to face her.

"You could say that, yes." as I held her around the waist "Uh, you feel like getting out of here?"

Kate gave me a little smile, like she knew what was on my mind.

"Lead on, Mister Jimmy." she said with a big smile as she took my arm again.

"This time I'm driving." she said as we reached her car, only this time she had a dark green Range Rover.

After a stop in a McDonald's drive-through, we reached a small, secluded home also on the beach. It had that brown, weathered exterior common to vacation homes I'd always seen. It wasn't out of Architectural Digest, but it looked very cozy.

"You live here?" I asked as I got out of the car.

"Nah, remember that designer in Miami? He owns this place too."

"And where is he this time?"

"Paris, I think. The big shows are coming up soon and he's gotta oversee everything."

"Just out of curiosity, do you actually have a home of your own?" I said as we approached the front door.

"I don't!" she said with a laugh as we walked inside "All my stuff is either in storage or at my parents' house in Florida. Hopefully I can get one soon if my schedule ever slows down."

"Where would you want to live?"

She thought for a minute.

"You know, I've never really given it much thought. I guess L.A. Since a lot of the business is there. But New York is nice too." 

"I guess you'll know when you know, right?"

"Right. What about you? Where's your home?" she said as we sat out on the deck. 

"L.A., for the same reasons. But New York has its charms too."

"What about Florida? Ever thought of living there?"

"Well, I'd be around a lot of snowbirds, retired dentists..."

"Me." she added, with eyebrows raised and and cute smile.

"Oh yeah that has its advantages too." I said with a smirk that dissolved into laughter for both of us.

"Well, just the same...it's good to see you again, Jim." she said as she gently touched my hand.

"You too." 

We were both giving a look of mutual affection. I'd forgotten how charming she was, she just had the ability. As if on cue, we leaned in and kissed one another. 

"Oh, that was nice." she said with a sly, flirty smile.

Kate reached back and pulled out the pin holding her hair up, then gently shook her blonde hair free. Now she was the "Kate" I knew. She reached over and loosened my tie even more before slowly pulling it off my collar.

"You look even better that way." she said.

"So do you."

The evening chill was slowly coming on so we moved inside to the kitchen.

"I think Sergio's got some Ben & Jerry's in here" she said as she looked around in the freezer "Ah-ha! He's got Heath bar crunch..."

"I'll go with the Heath bar."

"That's all he's got." she said with a playful smile. 

"Oh, really?" 

She took a spoonful of ice cream and fed it to me, it had been a long time since I'd had any of this, and it was still just as good as I remembered. Kate took a smaller spoonful, and looked at me as she slowly licked it off the spoon.

"Pretty good, huh?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Have some more." she said as she fed another spoonful to me.

"Yep, it's pretty good." I said.

Kate looked very sexy as the spoon went into her mouth, she giggled a little as she tried to avoid spilling any on her dress.

"Maybe you should get a napkin."

"I've got a better idea." she said.

Kate reached behind her neck and while looking at me unsnapped the top of her dress, slowly pulling it down her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. It soon dropped to the floor revealing matching black panties.

"That's probably a better napkin." I said with a chuckle.

"I think it is." she said as she took my hand to feed her another spoonful, but this time she let it drip onto her chest, just missing the little gold cross around her neck. 

"Why don't you lick it off." she said in a softer voice.

"It'll be pretty tasty that way..." I said as I stepped up to her and we kissed. The scent of her perfume only made things sexier as I licked the ice cream off her chest. Her head went backwards and I could hear a soft moan of pleasure. She softly brought my head up.

"Keep this up your suit might get dirty...let me help you."

Kate began to slowly undress me. First she removed my jacket and casually tossed it onto a nearby chair, then unbuttoning my shirt. Her soft fingers went inside my shirt, she didn't remove it, just felt inside. 

"Ooooo...you feel so nice..." she said in that same soft voice.

"You do too." I said as my shirt was removed and tossed aside.

I gently pushed Kate against the marble counter and could feel myself getting hard as we kissed again. I made the move towards her tits and she responded with another series of moans as I felt probably the most famous breasts around today. Kate loved my touch coupled with our kisses. Her hands now moved toward my belt and she looked at me with that giggly look on her face as my pants were unbuttoned and soon on the floor. I knew I was fully erect as I kissed her while slowly grinding against her. Kate looked into my eyes and gave me that flirty smile she was famous for.

"I wanna try something." she said with a giggle.

"OK, what?"

"You'll see." she said as she lowered my underwear, my dick popped out making her giggle all the more. She gave it a few gentle strokes while looking at me.

"Just relax." she said as she reached for the ice cream container "This'll be fun."

Kate took my dick and dipped it into the ice cream, making me shudder. I looked down and she took my dick, now with a coating of Heath Bar Crunch, and slid it into her mouth. The contrast of hot and cold was strange, but I found it very sexy.

"Mmmmm...it tastes even better!" she giggled before dipping it again into the container, this time as far it would go and then into her mouth. My dick was fully in her mouth and she eagerly slid her tongue all around its length. When she came off it, there was a sexy ring of Ben & Jerry's around her mouth. I stood her up and licked the ice cream off her mouth.

"I doubt I can do the same with your tits." I said sheepishly "They won't fit in there."

She only laughed in response. 

"Let me show you the bedroom." she said, giving me a look of anticipation as she took my hand.

The bedroom had a high ceiling with a fan slowly spinning and large windows that looked out onto the ocean, now shrouded in darkness but whose waves could be heard as they lapped the shore. A large bed with delicate floral designs dominated the room which was colored in shades of white, I would guess to make it even brighter on sunny days. If Martha Stewart designed a bedroom, it would look like this. Kate stood at the large mirror on the dresser.

"If you're trying to make yourself more beautiful, it ain't workin' luv."

"Very funny." she said as she checked her makeup "Why don't you unhook me?".

I stood behind her and undid the clasp on her bra and she exhaled slowly as she was "freed" as it were. She let the lacy bra fall off her and appeared to admire herself in the mirror. Her breasts looked just as beautiful as I remembered them. She held them and gave me that flirty smile she was famous for.

"You look so hot standing behind me." she said into the mirror with a smile.

"I do?" I said as I wrapped my arms round her waist and took a deep breath of her perfume, an exotic and beautiful scent. 

"Oh yes...oh yes, you do." she replied confidently "Why don't you do my panties now?"

"Why not?" I said as I began to slide them down, then I thought of something and caressed her ass through the silky material.

"Like that?"

Kate responded with a soft moan.

"Yessss..."

My hand moved to the front, then slowly slid my hand inside and felt her pussy, now dripping wet. Kate's eyes were closed and she was making little sounds of pleasure and gently swayed back and forth the more I fondled her. I finally hooked my thumbs inside the waistband and slid them down. We were both naked now.

"That felt nice..." she whispered as she turned around and kissed me. I knew my dick was getting super hard as it touched the soft, warm skin of her legs, how sticky it was I didn't know. Kate gently led me to the bed and lay back on it, giving me a loving smile as she opened her legs. She was naturally smooth as silk down there. I smiled at her, then knelt down and began to kiss the inside of her leg, working my way towards her love nest. I gave it the softest of kisses, then the softest of licks. Kate was breathing heavily and I heard little moans from her. My tongue penetrated her now and she moaned even louder. I looked up and could see her eyes were closed, a look of divine serenity on her face the more my tongue was swirling around inside her.

"Oh!Oh!OH! OH!!" she cried out before her hips thrust upward.

"Feeling good?" I asked with a smile as I got up close to her.

"Wonderful...wonderful..." she said softly "Come on...make it better...I'm ready..." 

I slowly eased my dick into her pussy, it was just as hot as I remembered. Kate had a smile of pure pleasure on her face as I began to fuck her. I wrapped my arms around her back to draw her in closer. Her nails dug into my back the closer I was to her. Hearing her soft moans, full of passion and pleasure, was truly erotic. I could now feel her legs gently wrap around me as I slowed my pace down and held her close. Our kisses were soft and romantic.

"Ohhhhbaby...do me from behind now..." she said softly.

I slowly withdrew from her pussy and she rolled over, raising her ass up. Her skin felt incredibly soft as I caressed her ass, then leaned in and kissed it, she responded with a giggle.

"Like that, huh?"




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 83



She nodded.

I slid my dick into her again and she moaned loudly, her head going backwards in ecstasy. I reached down and grabbed a hunk of her blonde hair and gave it a tug as I fucked her.

"Oh yeah! Oh my god...yessssss..." she moaned "Oh god...ohhhhhhhgggodddd...!"

I was pounding into her now, and adding a few slaps to her ass. 

"That feels really good..." she said breathlessly "I gotta slow down, babe..."

"OK..." I said as I pulled out of her.

"Let's do it face to face...that way we can kiss." She said with a sweet smile that still oozed sex.

Kate got up close to me and I somehow got my dick into her from this angle. She smiled as I filled her, then we kissed as we fucked. Her soft moans only sounded sexier this way. My explosion came on quickly.

"Gonna cum Kate...gonna cum..."

"Oh yes...cum for me Jim...cum for me..." she said quickly.

She held me tightly as I exploded into her pussy. She gave perhaps the sexiest-sounding exhale ever.

I leaned back onto the soft bed and she did the same, lying on top of me. We were both breathing hard. Eventually she rolled off and rested her head on my chest. We lay there in the quiet of the room. Outside in the twilight, I could hear the ocean waves. They made for the most relaxing sound after the tumult of the day. 

"Mmmm...that was niiiiice!" she said with a beaming smile.

I could only nod in agreement.

"I always wanted to try that last move, it sounded so romantic." She said.

"I liked it too. I wish I could've lasted a little longer."

"Awww, don't worry. It was fun." She said adding a little kiss on my cheek "I wonder what else we could do?"

"Um, I've got an idea...but it's probably dumb."

"Tell me." 

"No, it's silly."

"Come on!" she said with an eager smile.

"OK...but don't say I didn't warn you."

Kate nodded. I could tell she was eager to know what I was thinking.

"Um, y-you know that, um, speech you did..."

Her eyes widened.

"Ohhhh, I know what you wanna hear." She said with a sneaky look on her face "God of War right?"

I sheepishly nodded.

"OK, let me do this right." She said as she straddled my waist. 

"I hope I can remember it..." she said as she situated herself, looking all-powerful in her naked glory.

She gave me a deadly serious look, like she was "getting into character", as it were.

"Your empires are how the world will remember you...it's where your dreams come to life..." she began, adding a somewhat flirty tone when saying "your dreams". "...but you must not delay..." she continued "...build quickly or be destroyed quickly...will you build an empire that lasts forever?"

She then leaned down close and slowly whispered in my ear as only she could;

"Will you be my hero?" 

Now it's safe to assume some guys would completely melt after something like this, and I'll admit I was like that. But the wise-ass side of me came out and I replied in my best Jerry Lewis voice;

"Layyyydy I'll do anything you ask!"

Kate fell back laughing hysterically, I did too.

"Oh my god!" she laughed as she laid on her back "That was funny!"

She finally sat up, still laughing and curled up around me.

"It's been so long since I laughed like that!"

Kate gave me a wonderfully soft kiss.

"You're a great guy, Jim...I really like you."

"Well, uh, I really like you too."

"You probably have to be somewhere in the morning, right?"

I nodded.

"Too bad we can't do more."

"There's always next time." I said.

Kate smiled as she pulled the bedcovers over us and laid her head on my chest.

We were soon asleep. 

Kate drove me to the train station the next morning, I felt like every other commuter as we sat in the car, albeit in the same suit from yesterday.

"OK, you got everything?" she asked, sounding like every commuter's wife.

"I think I'll be fine, dear." I replied, making her giggle as I got out of the car and walked around to her side.

"Are you sure?" she asked as I saw her dangling my tie from the day before. I snatched it from her hand as she giggled at me. 

"It was so good to see you again, Jim. I'm happy everything's been worked out."

"Well, not everything. There's still this meeting to go to."

"You know what I mean." she said with the smile seen on magazines everywhere "You take care of yourself, promise?"

"I promise." I said with my hand on my heart "I promise."

Kate gave me one last kiss.

"Go, you'll miss your train."

Even through the tinted windows, I could feel the morning sun as I rode the train into Manhattan. Chuck, Jeff and whoever else was needed were probably there already. I guess my entrance was the one everyone was waiting for. 

"Nice of you to join us." Jeff hissed as I met him in the reception area.

"What? I'm on time."

"Not to Chuck...come on!"

The conference room's double doors swung open and for the first time I saw what I would've been in charge of. Scott Jackson, his lawyer and supporters were on one side. On the other were mine. Scattered around the room were other members of the company I didn't know. It was hard to tell who was on whose side. The arbitrator, having seen me enter, called the meeting to order. Chuck beckoned me to his side.

"Nice of you to join us." he said in the same tone as Jeff as I sat down between him and Michael Baldwin, who leaned over to me;

"This shouldn't take long, just don't say anything, I'll do the talking."

The arbitrator began reading the basics of what was going on, Scott's lawyers gave affirmative answers to all points of the agreement, and Michael did the same. All the time, Scott was looking straight at me. It was hard not to notice his icy glare, the daggers in his eyes. I stared straight back at him, the spoken words fading into nothing.

"We'll take a 10 minute break, everyone." the arbitrator said.

I immediately stood and headed for the door, I needed some air. 

I splashed some water on my face, it felt good. I could get my bearings now. I was ready to face the challenge of the board room again. I looked up and saw not only my reflection in the bathroom mirror, but that of Scott Jackson standing behind me. He was giving me that same icy stare from the conference room.

"So, I guess you're happy now..." he said in a slow, menacing tone "You'll be back home in la-la land...not a care in the world..."

I stared at him, though my mind was racing, I tried not to show any fear.

"But I know what you're doing...I know people too...just like you do." he continued, his voice growing with menace "And those people could be very troubling to you...just because you saved your little girlfriends that night...it don't make you more of a man..."

All the memories of that night came rushing back. I'll never forget seeing his brutality towards Rita, hearing her screams and the fear in her voice. And then seeing Vicki slammed into the wall and Laura attacking him while defending her friends.

Now it was my turn to strike.

"Neither does beating up women just because they won't be in your cheap little porno films..." I said with just as much menace. 

"So whaddya gonna do...you little punk." he said with that same icy stare.

I turned around and we were face to face.

"You lookin' for a rematch?" I replied with my own icy stare.

Scott looked ready for battle, I did too. 

"James!"

Chuck stood in the doorway, with what appeared to be bodyguards and ready for whatever action was necessary.

"Come on, he's not worth it." he said as he grabbed my arm, his eyes on Scott. As we walked down the hallway, we could hear Scott yelling behind us.

"Yeah, you keep walking...you little punk ass!"

I started to turn around but Chuck kept me walking forward.

"Keep walking!" he said sternly, his eyes fixed straight ahead "Don't give him the satisfaction."

Chuck hustled me back to the conference room, looking straight ahead the whole way.

"I just realized that's the first time you've ever called me James."

"Let's hope it's the last." he replied firmly while still looking forward.

With a quick series of signatures, Scott's lawsuit was dismissed and with the ink barely dry, Scott was out of the conference room. I couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last I'd see of him. 

There was no time for celebrating the end of the lawsuit, we were back on the company jet and on the way back to Los Angeles before you could say "New York Minute". Artists Unlimited was back with Chuck Tyler in control. Mike Schneider agreed to take over the New York office but would still report to Chuck. It seemed to be implied this would be permanent. 

Chuck wasted no time in re-asserting his authority. He called a staff meeting and demanded updates from everyone as to their current projects. To him, Scott's attempts to take over the company and throw everybody out were just an annoyance, a pothole on the ultra-smooth super highway that he saw before him. And people like Scott Jackson? Well, to him they were roadkill. He wanted AU to be back on top and he wanted it yesterday. But before closing the meeting, he had one more little surprise up his tailor made sleeves.

"In closing, I want to thank all of you for your work, we've still got a lot to do and to accomplish that we'll need the best out of everyone" he said before turning to Natalie.

"Natalie, could you step up front here?"

Natalie Hayden looked confused, but did as she was told and Chuck continued;

"As I said, to accomplish our goals, we'll need the best out of everyone. And we'll have someone new as part of our team. I'm proud to announce the newest member of our agent staff. You know her and love her...Natalie Hayden."

Natalie was in shock, she held her hands to her face as the staff applauded. She'd always wanted to be an agent here. Now she was being rewarded for her patience and hard work, she hugged Chuck and Jeff, and then trotted over to me and we embraced.

"You did it, darlin'! You made it!" I said. I was just as surprised as she was.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" she said through her tears of joy "I don't know what to say!"

"Say which office you want and it can't be any bigger than mine." Chuck said behind us. 

When I got back to my office, I found a message for me to call the Beverly Hills Hotel. A secretary patched me through to the manager, a Mr. Roth whose voice reminded me the character Higgins on the old "Magnum, P.I." TV show of the 80's. He had some strange news for me.

"Yes..." he said slowly in a very posh, very British voice "I'm calling in regard to a certain car stored in our garage."

"What car is that?"

"A red Corvette Stingray convertible."

"Um, I-I don't own a Corvette, how did my name show up?"

"We have an arrangement for, shall we say, certain guests. We allow them to store their vehicles in our garage. The storage fees for the car haven't been paid and you'll need to remove the car or it will be towed."

"But I don't own a 'Vette, how'd you get my name?"

"You were listed as an emergency contact by the car's owner...a Ms. Laura Austin."

"Laura Austin?"

"I assume you know one another?"

"Well, yes, we do but I...I still don't understand why I'm the emergency contact."

"Nevertheless, we need to know your plans."

"Why not call her? She's the owner."

"We tried that, her number's been disconnected."

"Uh, well, can I call you back?"

"Please do."

I sat back in my chair, still confused. Sure, Laura kept a lot of things secret, it's part of her job after all. But this felt very different. I fished out the business card she'd left me with her phone number. Just as Mr. Roth said, the number was disconnected, and I knew of no other contact number for her.

But I knew somebody who might.

Saying her name to Michael Baldwin guaranteed an instant reaction. He had used her as a contact during the Marty O'Brien case and knew she was as good a secret keeper as I thought of myself to be. But this time, he was just as dumbfounded as I was. He had the same number I did, and got the same results.

"Any ideas, Sherlock?" I asked.

There was a long pause from him.

"Can you get the car delivered somewhere?"

"Yeah, I think Joey Cortez could help."

"OK, pick up the car and let me know where it's going. I'll make a couple of calls and meet up with you."

"I'll pick it up for you, but I ain't got room in the garage." Joey said when I called "No offense, man, but you had that Porsche here for a long time until you sold it and we really needed the space for parts."

"OK, can you deliver it to my place?"

"Yeah, you got it."

Metro West, where I lived, provided storage for tenant's cars and I had a large unused space next to my Mercedes available to me, Joey would deliver the Corvette there. I met Mr. Roth at the Hotel and he was just as I imagined, a twin for "Higgins" in voice and looks. He presented me with a document that listed me as a contact.

"When was this signed?"

"It was done by the previous management. I have no knowledge of when. Please sign here."

"I still can't understand why my name is on this. Wouldn't she have to clear this with me?" I said as I signed the document.

"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to take that up with her." he said dismissively.

"Are there any leftover fees to be paid?"

"Her storage fees were paid automatically each month. Then the payments stopped."

A clue suddenly came to me.

"What bank did she use?"

Roth looked at the form.

"It was Credit Suisse, it's a bank based in Zurich, Switzerland."

"The funds came from there?"

"That's correct, sir."

So much for that clue solving the mystery, I thought. 

"I guess I just need the keys." I said with a resigned sigh.

Roth instantly produced them.

"Your car is in the garage."

"I appreciate your assistance...and it's not my car." I said as I walked out.

As Joey followed me back to my place, the Corvette on his truck, I pondered what could be going on. Someone I know lists me as a contact for a car she has stored at a posh hotel without telling me. Now that person is suddenly incommunicado. The phone number I have for this person yields no answers. I was now the owner of a four wheel mystery.

Joey's wife Maria handled the controls of the flatbed as he carefully unhitched the car. Michael Baldwin pulled up in his black Aston Martin convertible to join us.

"This is it, huh?" he said as he took off his sunglasses and admired the car.

"What did you find out?" I asked.

"Nothing more, you got the paperwork from the hotel?"

"Yes" I said as I handed it to him "Manager says she paid her fees electronically every month on the same day."

"OK, so she didn't pay in cash...that's a start." he said in a near mumble.

"Maybe not, he said the bank was based in Zurich."

"She's no dummy, I'll say that."

"Can we open the car, look for paperwork inside?"

"You're the owner, you got the keys?" he said to me without looking up from the paperwork

I took out the keys but when I slid them into the lock, nothing happened. I tried numerous times with no luck.

"Maybe they gave you the wrong ones?" Maria said

"Lemme look." Joey said as he examined them "Nah, they're real...I've seen enough Chevy keys to know the difference."

"Do we break the windows?"

"Nah...I got the tools." he said as he got out a long piece of metal known as a slim jim. But even he couldn't get it unlocked.

"Oh, ay carumba..." Maria grumbled in Spanish "Gimme that."

Maria snatched it out her husband's hands and immediately popped the door lock before you could say "knock-knock".

"Where'd you learn that trick?" Michael asked.

"I had brothers, all he had were sisters." she said as she twirled the tool like a drumstick and gave it back to Joey who only shrugged his shoulders.

The inside of the Corvette was immaculately clean. Fortunately, the glove compartment was unlocked. Inside was only a leather portfolio with registration documents.

"Bingo!" I said as I pulled it out. 

"OK...let's see what we've got here." Michael said as he took the documents out and spread them on the hood to look them over. "Registration and title papers...no repair receipts, so she hasn't had it serviced lately...her car tax seems to be in order..." 

I read the registration.

"Laura Austin...25 Riva Ridge...maybe we should go there?"

Joey looked at the registration over my shoulder.

"Nah, you'll be out of luck there amigo."

"Why?"

"I was just there a couple of days ago, there's only like 5 houses on that street, those house numbers are way too high."

"A fake address?" Maria said

"Looks like it." Michael said "She's covered her tracks pretty well from what I've seen, the title has a P.O. Box for an address."

"Could she have abandoned the car?" I asked

"You abandon a Hyundai with a busted clutch, not a Corvette like this." he replied without looking up. 

"What do we do now?" I said as I leaned against the car. 

"Well, probably the best thing is to keep the car here; this seems as secure a place as any. I'll make some more inquiries and get back to you." Michael replied "I'd keep it covered until then."

"I've got a really good cover back at the shop. I'll bring it by tomorrow." Joey said as he went back to his truck.

I took Michael aside as he walked back to his car. 

"Michael, gut feeling...what do you think is going on?"

"Honestly, I don't know. It could be something as simple as her being out of town for an extended time, forgetting to pay the storage bill...bank mix-up..." 

"Or...?"

"Look, let's not jump to conclusions, OK?" he said that calm, relaxed voice that showed he knew what he was doing "I'm gonna make some more calls and if I find out anything, you'll know." 

He got into his car and drove away. Joey and Maria were about to leave too.

"Hey, don't look so worried honey." Maria said reassuringly as she got back in the flatbed truck.

"OK, thanks."

Everyone else left and I was alone in the huge garage looking at the Corvette. Michael was right; there were any number of logical reasons for all this. I kept running all of then through my mind but was still left with more questions than answers.



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 84



For as long as I'd been working at Artists Unlimited, I never really learned much about the background of Chuck Tyler & Jeff Murphy. Though Chuck was the public face of the company (thanks to some well-chosen appearances on entertainment shows and more recently cable news outlets) behind the scenes, it was Jeff who did much of the work and was who I reported to. And this time, it was Jeff who was the beneficiary of his job. 

Jeff was originally from Wisconsin, and naturally grew up a Packers fan. For his birthday, Chuck had sprung for an all-expenses paid trip to Green Bay for a Packers game. 

Guess who was also a beneficiary?

"Hey Jim, you wanna go to the Packers game with me?" he said to me.

"Uh, sure!" I said enthusiastically "Who're they playing?"

"You don't know? What kind of football fan are you?"

"The kind who's been out of town lately doing his job, that's who."

"OK, then. Check out the tickets." he said as he tossed me an envelope.

I looked and saw they'd be playing the New York Giants. I must admit, it was a little tough to be "Mister Cool" at this moment, being a longtime supporter of "Big Blue".

"Ah! Now that you put it like this...sure I'll go."

I really wanted to scream but figured I should save my voice for the game.

"I figured that would be your reaction..." he said as he started to leave "Oh, better get your cold weather gear out."

"Why?"

"Didn't you see the date and time?"

"No."

"Night game, in December."

"Right!"

Remembering all my usual winter gear was back home in Connecticut, I immediately went online to L.L. Bean and ordered up some gear, rush delivery.

I was set for a football fan's dream trip. 

Or so I thought.

The day before Jeff and I were to leave for Green Bay, Chuck called us into his office.

"You're kidding me!" I said to Chuck.

"I'm not." Chuck said casually "I need some photos and you're my guy."

My heart sank.

Chuck had no problem with me going to Green Bay but, thanks to him, it would be a working trip. And thanks to agents and managers changing addresses, Artists Unlimited had picked up a couple of NFL players and added them to our "roster" as it were. 

"Respectfully, Chuck...I don't think I'm the guy for this, I'm not a sports photographer."

"Don't worry about that, you've always done good work. I trust you." he said before adding "Look, I promise next time I'll leave the work to the guys from Sports Illustrated or tell the team to do the work themselves, that way it won't cost me a dime."

He had a point there, I'll say that.

I looked at Jeff who gave me an apologetic look before finally saying;

"Look at it this way you'll be closer to the game than I will. Not many people get field access, you know."

I could only shrug my shoulders.

"And I'll still be there, too." I said remembering how I never minded getting what would be considered lousy seats at concerts, I was there and that's what mattered.

"Now that's the spirit!" Chuck said "Have fun at the game, boys. I've got a golf date to pack for."

"Where?" I said in shock.

"Sunny Palm Springs...or is it Arizona?"

"I hope he loses all his balls." I muttered as we left his office.

"I hope he loses his clubs." Jeff replied.

Game day, or night as it were, arrived and it was a true bone-chiller. Everywhere I went I heard words like "wind chill" and "arctic front". Add snow flurries and I knew this was gonna be one assignment I'd remind Chuck of whenever I wanted to get out of any projects. 

My assignment had me getting game photos of 2 players from the Packers whose names escaped me; I only looked for the numbers on their jerseys. And even that wasn't certain. So I decided to do the best I could. Jeff was safely above it all in a cushy VIP box. I was curious what it looked like but at the same time, did I really want to add insult to injury by doing that? Maybe a carefully worded text would work. 

Nah, maybe it was for the better if I didn't know.

Concentrating on my work was best. I got my cameras and zoomed in on the players I was supposed to follow as one of them went to do a sideline interview with a heavily bundled up reporter from Fox Sports. Now I saw one of the advantages of my assignment. With a zoom lens I could see it was Erin Andrews, looking good even in a black down parka with a white wool hat that still showed bits of her thick blonde hair even when pulled down tight. She did her sideline interview and then turned to another guy who seemed to be part of the crew. To my surprise, it was Mario Lopez from "Access Hollywood", the guy I referred to as "Mr. Buffed" more than a few times.

"What's he doing here?" I said out loud. 

Though we'd met before, this was the frozen tundra of Green Bay, not sunny Los Angeles. How he was keeping warm in just a leather jacket with a scarf around his neck I'll never know.

"Something's not right here!" I thought as I ran over to catch him. 

"Mario!" I yelled as best I could over the crowd noise.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that!" I said.

"Well you know big game...uh, once in a lifetime experience..."

"Connections, right?"

"Of course!" he laughed "I'll have to introduce you to Erin."

"I can't turn that down."

"Great, meet me here at halftime, you should get a photo of us."

By halftime, I was freezing. And the flurries had turned into a full-blown blizzard. Even with layers of LL Bean's best, the chill was going straight to my bones. Mario bounded over, looking like he'd been in the skybox the whole time. Which with my luck, he probably had.

"Come on, let's see if Erin's available."

Mario found Erin on the sidelines, clutching some kind of hot liquid.

"Jim, meet Erin Andrews."

"Hi, Jim. I'd shake your hand but I don't want to let go of this cup." she said

"I know the feeling, I grew up in Connecticut and I can't recall being this cold."

"Let's get that photo." Mario said as he got out his phone and somehow got a shot of the shivering trio we were.

The game inevitably went into overtime and the temperature continued to drop. But finally, a Giants fumble led to a game winning touchdown for Green Bay. Even though my loyalties were with "big blue" I wanted to get out of there, and fast.

My phone buzzed with a call from Jeff;

"The airport's closed, we're stuck here 'til morning."

"You're kidding!"

"Wish I was, I don't know what the hotel situation is, wanna try anyway?"

"I don't think we have much choice." I said as I spotted Mario "Look, I see someone who might be able to help, call me if you get any info."

"You got it."

I ran over and caught Mario before he disappeared with the crew from his TV show.

"Hey, I just heard the airports closed." I said breathlessly

"I heard that too. I think we got some rooms at the Holiday Inn."

"I know this is an intrusion but do you think I could somehow share one with somebody? I'll pay my share."

"No problem, you can ride over with me and the crew."

"I owe you one."

The ride over was only a mile or two but agonizingly slow, plus the heater in the minivan wasn't working well, either.

We got our rooms and I would be in with an assistant producer whose name escaped me (Mr. Buffed naturally had a suite to himself, when I heard that I was suddenly tempted to revoke that favor I owed him). As we made our way to our room, I could see Erin coming down the hallway still in her huge parka, and apparently still shivering.

"Uh, I'll see you in the room." I said to the assistant.

(What was his name?!)

"Hey, Erin...you okay?" I asked

"Just very...cold." she said as she fumbled for her key

"Let me help you."

I got the card key to work and her door unlocked.

For all the popularity she had, her room was no bigger than any others, and certainly not comparable to what "Mr. Buffed" probably had.

"I've never been so cold...cannot believe the one time I come up here for a night game the airport closes." she said as she began to unzip her coat.

"That's showbiz." I shrugged

She looked at me and we laughed.

"Let me see if room service is open, maybe I can get something hot delivered."

"Good idea." she said

Luckily the hotel kept room service stayed open later to keep the football crowd happy.

"How 'bout some cocoa?"

"Perfect." she replied as she began to warm up and unzip her coat "Add in some nachos, I'm gonna get some sweats on." 

Erin grabbed some bright blue sweat pants and what seemed to be a hoodie and went into the bathroom. I called room service and ordered a generous amount of hot cocoa be delivered. Erin returned in sweats and a royal blue hooded sweatshirt with Greek lettering on it.

"What do the letters mean?" I asked

"Oh, that...Zeta Tau Alpha" she said with a smile "Sorority I was in."

"Ah, what college?"

"Florida Gators, baby."

"I see, Gator girl?"

"Wrong, I was a Dazzler...it's a dance team they have there."

"Gee, I didn't know that."

"Well, it's something I keep low-key. If you know what I mean." 

"I see, you could always say it was a warm-up for Dancing with the Stars."

"If it was, how come I didn't win the damn thing?" she said with a laugh as there was a knock on the door.

The cocoa did its job as we sat on the couch. Erin checked her phone for messages and quickly sent some text messages.

"Where'd you say you were from?" she asked.

"Oh, Connecticut. I thought I was used to winter, man was I wrong."

"Hey, look at me. All those years in the business and I'm like an icicle!" she said as she offered her hands to me. They were cold alright, and very soft.

"Lemme warm you up." I said as I rubbed her hands with mine.

"Hey, that actually feels good." She said with a laugh before her voice softened a little "How long you been in this business?"

"Couple of years, friend of mine started the business and we got bought up by Artists Unlimited."

"You guys do sports photos too? I didn't know that."

"Not really, my boss just signed a guy from the Packers and figured he could get some extra photos since I was coming up here anyway."

"I figured you guys just did, you know, Hollywood stuff."

"We do, I guess they're trying to branch out." I said as I sipped my cocoa "No offense, but there's times I'd rather be a fan and this was one of them."

"I hear ya, it's a tough gig sometimes...um, is it good doing those kind of photos?"

"Sure, you've done that sort of stuff before."

"Yeah, but...never the kind of glamour stuff you do." She said with a kind of wistful look on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think? I think the only time I ever got, you know, glammed up was when I did the dancing show. The rest of the time is nothing special." 

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. Uh, sometimes y-you're the best part of Giants games." I said nervously.

Erin gave me a smile and cocked her head to the side like she was saying "oh come on". I just nodded.

"I think you're the first football fan to ever say that." She finally said.

"It's, uh, nice to be first..."

I found myself closer to her than before and she didn't find it odd. Then again, maybe she was the one who'd gotten closer. 

"You're right...it is" She said with a little flirty smile "I like it too."

I leaned in and we kissed, softly at first, then a little longer. Her face still felt a little chilly. I could feel a bit of whatever makeup she had on her face too.

"I'm probably still a little chilly, right?"

"I don't mind."

She had a shy smile on her face now.

"Neither do I."

We kissed again, stronger this time. 

"That's nice! I didn't know California guys kissed like that."

"Uh, maybe 'cause this one's from Connecticut."

Erin giggled a little at my witty remark.

"Why don't we go on the bed?" I suggested. 

She nodded.

I kicked off my boots and sat waiting for her. Erin stood at the foot of the bed and gave me a provocative look swaying a little as she loosened her blonde hair and let it fall free, it was thick and lovely. She took the bottom of her sweatshirt and began to slowly raise it upward, revealing a smooth and much toned belly that was the result of many hours in the gym. She hesitated a little before pulling it up and over her head. I gasped a little when I saw her breasts, nice C size with tiny pink nipples.

"Look OK to you?" she asked softly.

"It looks beautiful." I replied in the same tone as I sat up and started to remove my sweater but she stopped me.

"No, no, I want to do it." She said as she began to slide her sweatpants down. Underneath she had on simple pink panties that stayed on as she joined me on the bed.

"Sit up."

She softly kissed my cheek while her hands went under my sweater and began to pull it off me until my bare chest was revealed. She softly traced patterns on it with her fingers, which had since warmed up. She was making little sounds of pleasure as she did this. I turned to her and placed my hand on her breast and began to caress it. She began to softly moan as I did this. We kissed deeper and her tongue met mine and felt great.

"So nice..." she cooed "Don't stop..."

Her hand now drifted downward until it felt my crotch and my growing hardness. She leaned down and whispered in my ear;

"Take your pants off...I wanna see you naked..."

I began to unzip my jeans when she stopped me.

"No, do it the way I did it."

I rolled off the bed and stood at the foot of it. Erin sat up like I did to watch. I looked at her, sitting topless, her blonde hair just slightly covering her tits. My eyes were locked on her as I started to unzip my jeans again and as I did, saw that while her eyes were on me her hand was softly rubbing the crotch of her panties. It soon disappeared inside her panties and her eyes fluttered slightly. It was very sexy to see this intimate side of her coming out before my eyes. I let my jeans slide down and my hard-on was evident. Erin's chest heaved slightly as she saw me in my underwear. She smiled widely and beckoned me with her finger. As I climbed back onto the bed, she pulled the covers back and got underneath them. I joined her and we kissed a little more. She began moving her hands underneath the covers then slowly revealed her panties, letting them dangle in her hand. 

"A little souvenir for you." She giggled.

"You want the same from me?"

"Nooo...just having you here is good enough." She said in a whisper "But you should get as comfortable as me, you know."

"Good idea." I said as I slid my underwear off and tossed it aside "I don't think these would be as good a souvenir as yours anyway."

Erin and I kissed deeply now. Our hands were roaming over each others bodies and her soft touch felt beautiful. I let my hand drift slowly down until I could feel her soft and wet pussy. Erin let out a slow, sexy moan in my ear as I fingered her.

"That feels so good...don't stop...don't stop..." she whispered over and over.

I rolled over and got on top of her. She opened her eyes and nodded to me. I could feel her legs open further as I entered her. Her pussy felt warm and wet. I wrapped my arms around her and began fucking her. She met each of my thrusts with a sexy "oh" sound that only increased the more we fucked. Even in the dim light of the room I could see she was giving me a look of sexy lust. I slowed down and deeply kissed her.

"Let me be on top, hon." She said

I carefully rolled over to my right and she followed until she sat up and as the bedcovers dropped away I could see her body better atop me. She dramatically ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair and gently caressed her tits. I could see she was totally smooth between her legs too. 

"Ohhh...that's better...oh yeah..." she said as she began moving up and down on my dick "Oh fuck yeah...oh baby...ohh baby...oh my god...gonna cum...gonna cum...ohhhhhh!"

Erin threw her head back as she climaxed, then leaned down to kiss me.

"I didn't think it to be so quick..." she said breathlessly "Let me make you feel good..."

Erin climbed of my dick and lay beside me. She gave me a soft kiss on my cheek and began to slowly stroke my semi-hard dick, coated with her juices. It became erect again the more she stroked it. 

"Just relax, babe. You've got a beautiful dick, you know that...so nice..." she whispered in my ear as she stroked it "Very nice...oh baby...that feel good?"

My eyes were closed. I was trying not to explode. But her touch and her soft voice were too intoxicating.

"Kiss me, Jim..."

I turned and our lips met again.

"You wanna cum, baby?" she whispered "You can do it...so nice...ohhh baby...you made me cum...it's your turn..."

I could hold back no more and exploded. Erin jerked every bit out of me and kissed me again.

"That was nice!" she said in a giggly voice "Been a long time since I did that."

"You-you do it well."

She laughed.

"Messy, but fun." She said as she got off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash her hands. She switched off the lights and rejoined me in bed. We both felt very warm and were quickly asleep.

The buzzing of her phone on the nightstand awoke us. She quickly turned over and grabbed it.

"Yes? Uh-huh...OK...OK, um, I can be ready in like 10 minutes...I'll meet you in the lobby."

She bolted out of bed and quickly dressed.

"You've gotta go?" I asked.

"Right, the airport's reopened and they've got a jet waiting for me. I'm supposed to be in New York in a couple of hours."

"Oh, uh, OK."

"Yeah, I'm filling in for Kelly Ripa." She said as she quickly tied her hair in a bun "Um, I'm really sorry I gotta go."

"It's OK. It goes with the job, right?"

"Right." She said as she came over and kissed me again "I'll, um, call you when I'm in L.A. OK?"

"Alright, better catch your flight."

"OK!" she said as she dashed towards the door "Oh! Breakfast is on me!"

And with that, she was gone.

I fell back to sleep, still trying to remember the name of that production guy I was supposed to share a room with. Maybe "Mr. Buffed" knows it. 

In the morning there was a thick white blanket of snow outside. As I read over the room service menu, I had the TV on and there she was with Michael Strahan talking about the previous night's game and her mad dash to New York. 

"Lemme tell you, it was cold up there!" she laughed "But you find ways to keep warm."

I couldn't help but notice the smile she gave the camera at that moment. Michael gave the camera that quizzical look he was famous for as the audience laughed. I glanced down at the floor and saw the pink thong panties she'd been wearing.

She left me a souvenir after all.

It was strange, going from bitter Midwest cold to sunny LA. I went through the routine of getting my duffel bag from baggage claim, then shuffling through the airport past paparazzi guys snapping photos of someone. It was only when I got into my car and started the engine that I remembered the guys' name and banged the steering wheel.

"It was Jim!"



Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 85



Remember how I said I'd never learned all that much about the background of my superiors? Jeff Murphy's love of the Green Bay Packers was a given since he was originally from Wisconsin. But Chuck Tyler was another story, and rather surprising.

For all of his fast talking, Hollywood bluster and bravado during the week, Chuck was apparently a different person on the weekends. I found this out when I got an invitation to, of all things, an equestrian show riding event sponsored by Longines watches.

"This I gotta see to believe." 

Like I said, this was out of character for Chuck, way out of character. So I knew I had to see it to believe it. 

For now though, I had a meeting with Michael Baldwin. Michael was the firm's chief legal counsel and his guidance had gotten Artists Unlimited out of some big time jams that had often occurred (albeit unintentionally) because of me. This meeting was more social, a pre-wedding celebration for Dana Liebowitz. Dana and I went way back, we'd known each other in high school and after graduation she went to law school and went to work for Michael's firm and rapidly rose in the ranks there to become a junior partner. She'd been there the day of the courthouse shooting and saved Michael's life, and narrowly missed losing her own life in the process. She had endured a long recovery back home and came back better than ever. She'd also gained a fiancée` and become something of a local TV celebrity. The office was so crowded with partygoers that I barely had a chance to congratulate Dana. I ended up in Michael's office as a way to escape the hubbub.

"What's next for her? Is she gonna stay out here or go back east?" I asked Michael.

"She'll be running things back east, come out here for board meetings once in awhile." He replied between bites of jumbo shrimp.

"Think you'll miss her?"

"Not likely" He said as he tapped his knee. It had been surgically reconstructed due to the bullet wounds that day "I'll always think of her whenever it rains."

"Whoa, gotta go." I said glancing at my watch "I have an important date with a demanding client."

"A demanding client, you? Get outta here!" he said dismissively.

"It's true, and this client doesn't like to be kept waiting." I said as I stood up "Tell Dana I'll see her at the wedding." 

I'm sure I left Michael wondering who the client could be. I doubt he'd ever guess it was Smokie the cat. But it was true he hated to be kept waiting for his dinner.

The elevator stopped at a lower floor and 3 business-suit types got on along with a pretty blonde in a tan blazer, dark colored pants and equally dark sunglasses. She kept her head down the whole time. Finally she spoke;

"I cannot believe what that asshole is doing...this is so fuckin' unfair!" She said angrily.

"Kaley, I assure you we can fight this in court..."

"But I don't WANT this to go to court!" she said angrily before dropping into a near-tearful voice "You said we'd never get this far! You promised!"

I tried not to stare but hearing that name got my attention.

"Kaley?" I said meekly as I looked over at her.

The girl slid her glasses down a little at hearing her name before one of the business suit guys immediately jumped in.

"Please, no autographs." He said with his hands raised as one of the others jumped in front of her, as if to protect her. I almost thought I'd be slammed to the ground for merely recognizing their client. But their client looked closer and recognized me.

"Oh, my god...Jim..." she said before correcting the others "No! No! He's OK, I know him! I know him!"

She removed her glasses and my suspicions were confirmed, it was Kaley Cuoco. It had been several years since we'd seen one another. She'd co-starred with Blake Lively in the movie "Dreamer", and even though I did photos for the film, I didn't realize it was her until we ran into one another months later at the same gym. She even coined a name for me, "Mister Mountain Jam", a reference to the Allman Brothers song I played on my IPod while I ran on the treadmill. 

"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm running into you here!" she said as she hugged me in a voice that was part laughter and part tears "What are you doing here?"

"Friend of mine works here, what are you doing here?"

"Oh..." she sniffed "Meetings with lawyers, I'm getting divorced you know." She said as she glared at what I assumed were her lawyers.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor and we walked out but then suddenly stopped. There seemed to be several photographers who went into a flurry of activity when they recognized her.

"Shit!" she hissed at her lawyer "What do we do now?"

"Uh, maybe I can help?" I said "My car's in the garage, maybe I could drive you home?"

"Do you even know this man?" one said warily. 

"Yes, yes, I know him. Let's go!" she said as she took my arm "Come on, Mr. Mountain Jam, time to prove yourself of the name." 

We turned around and went back into the elevator, going down to the garage level. I stopped her from exiting and carefully looked out.

"OK, my car is the silver Mercedes convertible over there." 

"Oh, you're such a secret agent aren't you?" she said in that playfully flirty voice as we walked to my car.

"Yes, the name's Jim...Hollywood Jim." I said in my best "Bond" voice as I opened the car door for her.

"Should I scoot down low so nobody sees me?" she said in a playfully flirty voice, like this was all a fun game.

"Not a bad idea, think you can do it?"

"Oh, yeah, easily." She said in the seen-it-all voice she used on "Big Bang Theory". 

I hit the accelerator and we sped out of the garage.

"Uh, I guess things aren't going too well there, huh?" I said to her as she checked her phone. She looked out the window and sighed.

"Yeah, that's about right." She said before turning to me "You're lucky you're not married."

I looked over at her and smiled.

"You'll get through this."

She smiled back.

"Thanks, babe." She said as she caressed my leg "Hey, there's a Starbucks lemme buy you a coffee." 

The staff was either too jaded to notice anyone famous or the customers were too hypnotized by their texting to see who was sitting in the back drinking a large house special with the geeky-looking guy. I think she appreciated a little anonymity for a change.

"I can't believe you just turned up like that." She said while sipping her coffee.

"I guess timing is everything. And I really was there seeing a friend. Artists Unlimited has their legal counsel there."

"Maybe I should call your guys. They'd probably do a better job than the guys I've got now."

I was tempted to ask what problems she was having but knew she probably had some kind of gag order imposed. Before I could think of something else to say, her phone buzzed. 

"Hi Mom! Uh-huh...No I'm just getting a coffee." She gave me a cute smile as she talked "Um...I think I can be there tonight...OK, thanks...OK I love you Mom!"

"Think you can give me a ride home?"

"Sure, let's go."

Kaley's home was a Mediterranean-style house atop a winding drive. But as we pulled up to the garage, I got the feeling, even from just seeing the outside, the house was empty. As if nobody was living there. Before I could question this, Kaley changed the subject.

"You've got a cool car. I don't think I've ever seen what you drive."

"It works pretty well for me, I'll say that. My old partner convinced me to buy it."

"Oh, yeah? How'd he do that?"

"Simple, he dropped me off at a dealer and told the salesgirl not to let me leave without buying a car. So...how could I disappoint him?"

Kaley laughed before giving me a sneaky look.

"Wanna see what I'm driving?"

"Sure, why not."

Rrrrright this way!" she said with a giggle as she led me to a three car garage and opened one of the doors revealing a metallic grey Mercedes-Benz SL65 convertible. Its size and color made what I drove look like a little kid's pedal car. And who knows what kind of power was lurking under the hood. Kaley proudly stood by it, almost like a car show model.

"What do ya think? Pretty good for a chick from the valley, huh?"

I was still taking in the idea of seeing something as awesome, and the car wasn't bad either! All I could do was let out a long, slow whistle.

"Pretty good for a chick from anywhere." 

"Yeah, I like it too." She said as she walked over to me.

Other than the car, there was nothing else in the garage, perhaps the rest of the house was this way too.

"I know it probably looks a little strange now, I'm not here much. I've been staying at a friends' place lately, you know, the divorce and all. I'm starting to believe the people who said this place was cursed. You know, Khloe and Lamar used to live here."

"Are you going to sell it?"

"As soon as I can." She said without hesitation as we stood by her car "The sooner I can move on, the better."

We were looking at each other now and her green eyes were like emerald diamonds. As if on cue, we leaned in and kissed. I could smell a sweet perfume. When we parted, her eyes slowly opened and she gave me a sweet smile.

"Um, we need to get together soon...you know, when we have more time." I think she was hesitant to do anything else, I was too. 

"Right, I've got a demanding client waiting for me." I stammered out.

"You've got a demanding client? Come on!" 

"Believe it or not, I do."

She still had a look of skepticism.

"Let's get together soon."

"It's a date." I said as I handed her my card. 

"Oh, I like this! I can say I knew you way back when." She said in that giggly tone we all knew as she got into her car. She was right, the last time we'd seen one another was when I was merely part of a crew doing still shots for a movie she was in. The powerful engine roared to life. She carefully eased the huge car out of the garage and roared off down the driveway.

My, my, how times (and people) can change.

The irony was not lost on me as I drove home. Way back when, I'd smuggled another starlet out in the trunk of my car. Only that time it was Paris Hilton, and it was my old Accord that served as the smuggler's "mode of transport". Now I was driving a sleek Mercedes and I was still smuggling out starlets. Only now they sat in the passenger seat. The only thing that could've made it even stranger would be if I was on the same street where all that had happened. 

Like I said, how times (and people) can change. 

The following Saturday could not have been a better day. The California sun was at its best on the grassy plain where the finest horses and riders around would be competing. For a moment, I felt very much out of place as I got out of my car and looked around. Every other car seemed to be a Rolls or a Bentley. Some had well-dressed chauffeurs standing by the doors or assisting equally well-dressed ladies out of their cars, the gold in their jewelry only added to the atmosphere. 

"Hey, Jimmy-boy! You made it!" Chuck said as he greeted me "You're just in time, take a seat up here."

Chuck had a private box with many friends who he quickly introduced. I knew I'd never remember their names, especially when a glass of champagne was handed to me. 

"Do you have some kind of personal stake in this? I mean, this is the last place I'd expect to see you at..." 

"Look down there and you'll see." He replied

A sleek chestnut-colored horse trotted into the ring with a confident rider atop it.

"Our next rider...Melissa Tyler...riding her horse Angel."

I just found out another little detail I didn't know before. 

"Is she your daughter?" I asked 

Chuck smiled and nodded.

"Just watch, I'll explain later."

Melissa rode the course like a pro. But then I didn't know anything about the sport, so what else could I say? To me, every rider I saw rode the course like a pro. When she finished, to much applause, Chuck looked like the proud parent.

"Come on, I want you to meet her." He said as he took my arm.

We made our way through the crowds as the next rider was introduced.

"Now entering the ring...Kaley Cuoco riding Zaza."

My ears perked up as I heard the name, and I spun around to see what I could. Kaley wore a beautiful jacket and skintight tan riding jodhpurs with highly polished black boots. Her blonde hair was hidden beneath a standard riding helmet. It was a beauty to behold as she flew over the jumps. Chuck stood by me as we watched; he must've sensed something too.

"You noticed her, huh? I see her ride just about every weekend, she's really into this."

"No kidding?"

"Oh yes, she rides at the same club Melissa does. Come on, Hollywood."

Chuck escorted me to a gathering area for riders where Melissa stood with her horse, gently stroking its head.

"Daddy!" she said happily "Wasn't she great today?"

"She sure was sweetheart, this is Jim. He's the photo guy I've talked about."

Melissa Tyler was a perky girl with dark brown hair and a sunny personality. She raved to her Dad and I about the horse and all they'd done. I listened but still wondered where Kaley might be, how she did with her horse.

"Jim didn't know you and Kaley ride together."

"Oh, yeah! She's super-cool and knows everything about riding...there she is now. Kaley!" she called out.

I turned around and saw Kaley leading her horse. She stopped for a minute and removed her helmet, shaking her blonde hair loose. As she waved back, face lit 

up when she saw me.

"Hey, it's you!" she yelled to me as she handed the horse's reins to someone and came over to us "You're just magically appearing everywhere."

"It must be a hidden talent."

"How'd you do?" Melissa asked her excitedly.

"Not bad, I've done better."

"Yeah, me too. I know I'm getting better though

"So Jim, what do you think of all this?" Kaley asked me

"It's really something; I haven't been to an event like this since I was a kid. My sister used to ride."

"Have you ever been on a horse, Jim?" Chuck asked

"Uh, does a merry-go-round count?" I replied making everyone laugh. 

"Come on, Jim. I'll introduce you to Zaza." Kaley said as she took my arm and led me to a vast stable area that was buzzing with activity. Riders were mounting and dismounting their horses. Kaley stopped at one stall and held the head of a proud horse.

"Hi, sweetie!" she said to it in a sweet voice "You had a good ride didn't you? Yes you did! Jim, this is Zaza." She said as she stroked its nose and fed him a sugar cube from the pocket of her jacket. I couldn't help but smile seeing how devoted she was. 

"I should get a picture of this." I said as I reached in my pocket for the little Nikon I usually had for occasions like this. Only this time I'd neglected to grab it.

"Will my cellphone do?"

"OK, so long as it doesn't get hacked." She replied.

"Hacked? Me? Perish the thought!" I laughed as I snapped off a shot of her giving Zaza a kiss. Zaza didn't seem to mind, although a snort from a horse could be taken two ways. I couldn't help but be turned on seeing her in full riding gear. It made me wonder if she had a riding crop somewhere.

"Let's see the shot." She asked as she looked at my phone "Ugh, I look awful. I'm all sweaty."

"I don't mind...looks kinda hot."

"Oh, yeah you would say that!" she laughed as she gave me a friendly slap. We were looking at each other differently now. She had that easy-going smile that made her all the sexier. I looked around and leaned in to kiss her. She didn't resist and gently wrapped her arms around me as we leaned against the stable door and kissed again.

"Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private." She whispered "Come on, I know just the place."

Kaley led me out of the stables to an area where numerous trucks, vans and campers were parked along with trailers for the horses. We came to a vintage Winnebago Brave camper that was straight out of the seventies. The only difference was the trademark "W" on the side was replaced with a "K" in the same lettering style.

"You like it?"

"This is yours?"

"Uh-huh, we used to have one when I was a kid so when I saw this for sale I couldn't resist." She said as she unlocked the door and led me inside. The inside was very plush with leather furniture and state of the art appliances "I had it totally refurbished inside and they put a better engine in too. I just use it when I go to shows, it makes for a better dressing room I'll say that." She said as she took off her jacket and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"I guess it beats a VW camper."

"You said it! I've tried taking off boots like these in a VW and it ain't easy!"

My bold side began to take over.

"Want me to take them off for you?"

Kaley smiled and sat down on the large sofa.

"Thought you'd never ask." She said as she extended a leg outward. I knelt down and began to pull her boot off. It easily slid off her leg, as did the other one. My hands slowly went up her pants legs and up over her knees. She opened her legs until I was face to face with her, we kissed.

"It's been too long, Jim...I missed you." She said softly as she kissed me again "C'mon...let me show you the bedroom." 

Kaley led me into the back of the camper to a cozy bedroom. There were pillows and blankets of various sizes scattered on the bed. 

"Want to help me?" she said in a flirty voice. I started to unbutton her frilly white blouse. She was looking at me as I slowly drew the shirt off her and I saw the electric red bra underneath. I moved to the buttons on the jodhpurs. Kaley slid them ever so slowly down her legs. She stepped back a little so I could see her matching electric red panties. 

"I always wear these...gives me luck."

"It looks like they worked for you today."

"Uh-huh...in more ways than one." She said as she stood close to me and wrapped her arms around me "Why don't you get...a little more comfortable too?"

"Want to help me?" I asked with a smile.

"Why not?" she replied with the same smile as she pulled my polo shirt over my head and lightly traced patterns down my chest until she reached the belt of my khaki pants. The belt was loosened and the pants slid to the floor, although not as slowly as hers did. As I stepped out of my pants, we embraced again. She could feel my hard-on pressed against her panties. She began to slowly grind against it, making her sigh.

"Like that, babe?" she said in a low, sexy voice.

"I do...what about you?"

"I love it...I love it...Let's make it even better."

Kaley began to rub the front of my briefs making me even harder. She reached inside and I could feel her soft hand on my dick. She began to slowly stroke my dick.

"How's that?" she asked, looking up at me and knowing what my reaction would be.

"F-feels g-good..." I somehow said. She giggled in response when she exposed my dick. Like I said, she knew what my reaction would be. I was fully erect now and she knelt down to feel my dick some more. Her finger traced a pattern down its length before feeling my balls in her hand and admiring that. Kaley gave the head a soft kiss, and then did the same all along its length.

"Like that? Like how I'm feeling you?" she asked in that same voice. I could only nod my head. She giggled again and began to lick all around the head and up and down the length before slowly sliding it into her mouth. I could feel an immediate rush as it went in. Kaley's mouth went up and down and she slowly jerked me at the same time.

"So nice..." she said softly "So nice..."

I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled her up and felt her soft, toned body. She was breathing heavily the more I felt her. I reached behind and caressed her ass cheeks, so nice. 

"My turn." She said as she pushed me onto the bed. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, covering her breasts with one arm as she held it out with the other, dangling it briefly and giving me a flirty smile before letting it drop and showing her beautifully full tits to me. She turned around and slowly, ever so slowly, started to pull her panties down, giving me a nice view of her ass in the process. Her panties were in a tangled wad on the floor. She looked over her shoulder and flashed that sexy smile we'd all seen on TV. She finally turned around and showed her full, naked glory to me. Her body was beautiful to see. She was perfectly smooth between her legs, as expected. She slowly crawled onto the bed and lay atop me as we kissed. I wanted to get at her tits, her nipples were erect and I eagerly sucked them. Kaley was moaning non-stop as I did this. I rolled her onto her back and kissed my way down her toned belly to her pussy. I could see it glistening and my tongue only made her moan all the more. I was so hard now, it was unreal. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I didn't waste any time and pushed my dick into her warm pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as her head went back. I was up close to her as we fucked. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as I fucked her with a steady rhythm. 




Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 85



"Yeah baby...ooooh god yessss..." she moaned the more I fucked her. Her face had a look of wanton lust. I rolled her over again so she'd be on top. She gave me a big smile as she felt a new sensation and immediately began laughing as she bounced up and down on my dick, like it was a great horse she was riding.

"You like riding your cowboy?"

"Oh, I love it!" she laughed "So good!"

"Keep riding, babe...you're gonna make me cum soon."

"Oh. yeah! Make me cum too...make me cum...oh my god I feel it...ohhhhh!" she cried out.

At that moment, I exploded too. Kaley collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing hard. Kaley somehow slid off me and lay sprawled on the bed. She looked over at me and smiled.

"That was wonderful." She said softly "It's been too long...oh my god..."

I smiled back at her. I could tell it felt good to her, even though it hadn't been long, it seemed like this was a kind of "release" after all she'd been through lately. I stretched my arm out to her and she wrapped herself around me, her head on my chest. 

"Anyone ever tell you how special you are, you know, at times like this?" she asked me softly.

"You're the first. I guess it's just luck, I guess."

"Lucky me." She replied, adding a little kiss on my cheek

There was a beautiful silence around us, we dozed off. A sudden knock on the camper's door startled us awake.

"Kaley?" a voice called from outside "Are you in there?"

Kaley sat up suddenly and grabbed a t-shirt nearby and poked her head out the doorway.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"We've been looking everywhere for you, they're about to hand out the trophies, you won, you know!"

Her face lit up with excitement.

"Oh! OK! I'll be right there!"

"Come on!"

As Kaley hurried to get dressed again in her riding outfit and I hurried to get dressed, I recognized the voice outside as that of Melissa Tyler. Kaley barely had time to get her boots back on and dash out the door and across the field to the winner's podium. We got there just as they began to hand out trophies. To my surprise, Melissa was up there too. She happily accepted a trophy for second place and when she saw Kaley, gave her a look of giddy excitement. Kaley took a deep breath as she went up to accept her trophy and happily smiled for the photographers, myself included. Along with the trophy, she was given a small black box that she looked into. I don't know what was in it, but when she puckered her lips a little and raised her eyebrows it only peaked my curiosity. As she came back down the stairs she came over to me and hugged me.

"Nice, huh?"

"Oh, yes. Hardware like that always looks nice. Uh, what's in the box?"

"Oh, just a little token of the sponsor's appreciation." She said with a sneaky smile.

"In other words, don't ask right?"

"Correctamundo!" she laughed "Hey, I've got a dinner to get ready for, um, can we meet again soon?" 

"Anytime, anytime."

"I promise we'll have more time." She said as she gave me another hug and trotted off with some friends. Chuck now came over with Melissa, obviously proud of her.

"What'd you think?"

"I could grow to like this." I said as I looked around "I might get a little horse sense in the process."

Melissa laughed while Chuck gave me a sour look.

"Hollywood, you have a weird sense of humor." He said as he led Melissa off to their car. Over my shoulder I heard her ask;

"Why did you call him "Hollywood"?"

I could only smile as I went to my car.

A few days later, a small black box arrived in the office for me. I opened it and gasped.

"Jesus..." 

Inside was a gleaming silver Longines Chronograph watch along with a note;

"For my cowboy." It read with Kaley's elegant signature below it. I gingerly put it on and admired how it looked. Someone like me shouldn't be wearing this, should I? I hurriedly put it back in the box and slipped it into a desk drawer, vowing to wear it to the family Christmas party next time I went home. If I wore it out here, who knows what questions might be asked?

I knew I should thank Chuck for his generosity and when I went up to his office, found an odd sight. Jeff was trying to be inconspicuous outside the door to Chuck's office. It was pretty hard, since the large doors were clear glass. Chuck was meeting with what seemed to be three other people. It looked like a friendly meeting. But Jeff's face said otherwise. 

"Spying on Chuck again?" I said.

"This is serious, man" he said as he hurriedly went back into his office "You ever met Jackie Morrison?"

"Jackie Morrison, the name sounds familiar."

"She was at Dad's funeral" he said as he sat behind his desk and took a deep breath, probably as a way of calming himself "She runs the Morrison Group, very powerful bunch of people."

"What do they do?"

"Lots of things, but lately they're getting into the talent and production business. I think she's making a play to snap us up."

"Can they do that?"

"Hell, yeah! That's what concerns me. Chuck wouldn't be running things and we'd just be another division. They take over and we could be out of here. Or worse, we'd be stuck here and deal with a bunch of pencil-pushers with no clue of what we do! They've already bought up Horizon Studios, so we could be next."

"Chuck wouldn't stand for that...would he?" I asked hesitantly. Jeff just leaned back in his chair and looked upward, like he was deep in thought. I took this as my cue to leave. All this was a flashback to when Chris and I had to make the decision weather to merge our agency with Artists Unlimited or stay independent. Did we want to be fish swimming free or be gobbled up by the whale? For better or worse, that decision finally fell to me when Chris died unexpectedly. Don't get me wrong, I liked being with AU but this news rattled me. Would he even entertain a merger? Chuck Tyler? Chuck wasn't the type to play second fiddle to anybody. I always thought he had that sixth sense to know a bad deal from a good one. My cellphone buzzed with a text from Chuck;

"My office, now."

Looks like I was getting an answer sooner than I expected. Jeff was already there, along with Natalie Hayden. Now I was the nervous one. To my surprise, he didn't seem concerned with anything.

"I just had an interesting conversation with a certain Jackie Morrison. Anybody heard of her?"

"Head of the Morrison Group, international financiers with worldwide operations, currently expanding their interests into film and TV production and..." Natalie rattled off that information casually, like it was on a cue card. If Chuck hadn't raised his hand she might've given out their quarterly earnings just as easily.

"Thank you, Natalie we get the idea, they're big time. Anyway, she wants to talk merger and or buyout. The combination would make us the biggest talent agency in town. Possibly the world and we'd all profit from it in some form or another." 

There was an uncomfortable silence that followed.

"And the idea is certainly attractive. And I can't deny the money would be enough to buy an island somewhere." He said wistfully "However...I like where we are now." 

"You said no?" Jeff quickly asked.

"I said I was flattered, she's a nice lady. But I know her husband better. I play golf with him sometimes. She seems to live in her office while he lives on the golf course."

"Wait a minute, she runs the business? Not the husband?" Natalie asked, clearly surprised.

"You got something against equal opportunity, Hayden?" Chuck replied, Jeff and I couldn't help but snicker a little "Seriously, if I remember it correctly, she took over the business when her Dad was ill so maybe there's some nepotism at work there. All I know is we're staying put." Chuck now stared at us with a look that indicated there was nothing else here and we should get back to work, now.

The following day was a Saturday and after a session at my gym (Malibu Fitness, the other little brainstorm Chuck had), I was off to get a large coffee and the newspapers. I had just sat down when I noticed someone at an adjoining table. It was Jackie Morrison, also returning from the gym.

"Well, just the person I was hoping to find." She said to me "Chuck told me all about you, your work and all."

"Really? Uh, well, thanks."

"Did he mention I asked about you?"

"No." I was getting confused.

"Well, that's for a good reason. I never asked about you, Chuck readily gave me that info."

Now I was really confused!

"Uh, what're you getting at?"

She smiled and reached into her pocket to hand me a card.

"Join me for breakfast Monday morning, Nate 'n Al's, 8am sharp. I think you'll be very interested in what I have to say." She said as she handed me a business card, gathered her things and left. 

"Does Chuck know about this?"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." She said as she walked to her car, a black Mercedes sedan.

Now, I was confused. Big time power player meets with Chuck, wants to merge her company with ours, but he turns her down, says we're staying where we are now. Now, the power-player wants to meet with me, but about what? I glanced down at the sports section and saw a story about a pro team getting permission to negotiate with a star player. Maybe the merger she really wants is with me, professionally that is. I immediately called Roger Sullivan, my lawyer. Roger had long ago negotiated the merger of East Coast Image with Artists Unlimited and had been a trusted ally when I'd gotten into murky legal waters. I don't think I'd ever called him on a weekend. 

"This better be important." He said sternly when he answered "I just made the D.A. double-bogey for the first time in like, forever."

"I'm overjoyed. Look, I need to know something important, is my contract with the agency coming up for renewal?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I think I'm being recruited by someone." 

"Who?"

"Jackie Morrison."

There was long pause on his end.

"My office, one hour."

In his office, I told Roger everything I knew so far. He was his usual, calm self. 

"Well, your suspicions sound accurate. But I think if there was any chance of this happening, and if he'd read the contract, Chuck would've said something to you by now. Your contract does have a negotiating clause that kicks in before your renewal date." 

"You mean he never read the contract?"

"Oh, I'm sure he read it and knows all the important stuff, Chuck's no dummy. If Morrison was in his office trying to talk merger, he's checked the status of everybody's contract beforehand. Maybe she's checked too. He could be preparing an offer as we speak."

"OK, now for the big question. What should I do?"

Roger thought long and hard before replying.

"I'd at least listen to what she has to say, she may be a rookie but it's not like she hasn't tried to play with the big boys before."

"That's all?" I was stunned at his glib attitude.

"Maybe she'll have some decent bagels."

Monday morning I drove to Nate 'n Al's Deli in Beverly Hills. I kept telling myself I'd just listen, and not commit to anything. 

"Ah! There's the man I've been waiting to meet!" she said from a window-side booth "Order anything you want Jim."

"You certainly pick interesting places to have meetings. I don't think I've ever been here before."

"You don't strike me as the executive dining room-type. I thought something a little more informal was better. Plus the omelets here are to die for."

Breakfast quickly arrived and after just a quick sip of coffee, Jackie got down to business. 

"I think you're used to the way Mr. Tyler does things. So I'll get right to the point." She began "The Morrison Group is, in fact, getting into the entertainment field. We're getting into movies, TV, the works. In short, we want to build the next MGM, the next Warner Brothers...and we want you to be on the ground floor of it. Artists Unlimited can certainly be part of it. But Chuck has decided to be, well, very stubborn, for one of a better word. If he doesn't want to join me...I think you should."

"Uh, what would I be doing?"

She smiled in response.

"That's the good thing. You'd have free reign to setup an operation you've only dreamed of. You have a keen knowledge of music, film, the kinds of things we're looking to do. Someone like you shouldn't just be taking pictures...you should be making pictures. We'd like to see you as in-house producer of movies."

I practically spit out my entire breakfast.

"M-Me? Why me? I'm not qualified for anything like that!"

"It's not unprecedented, you know. I know of a guy who was a costume designer one day and head of production at a studio the next."

I was still too stunned to come up with any kind of intelligent response. 

"In my opinion, Chuck Tyler doesn't have the same kind of vision I do. He's never been someone to spot talent and use it effectively. He'd be perfectly content to send you off on your little assignments and maybe increase your expense account or give you, say, an extra week of vacation. Someone like you deserves to be in the big time. Look at what I've accomplished. Look at what we have planned. You could be a part of it. You deserve to be part of it."

She was offering me something big alright.

"Oh, I forgot to mention the best part." She said as she reached into a designer shoulder bag and produced a folder with the company logo prominently featured.

"There's a best part?" I thought to myself.

"This might be of particular interest to you." She said as she handed it to me. I nervously opened it and the words "starting salary" next to my name jumped out at me. It was more money than I'd ever seen in my life.

"That's not including the stock options, you know." She added. The other "perks" she talked about didn't register with me. I was still trying to fathom what my salary would be, not to mention what I could be doing. I'd come a long way from the time I drove out here in a well-worn Honda Accord to help out a friend for the summer. What would my friend think if he could see me now? 

"So, do you have any questions?" she asked.

"Uh, I-I'm very flattered by all this...how s-soon do you need an answer?"

"You take all the time you need. I'm sure Chuck will want to make some kind of counter-offer. Not to mention what our lawyers will be saying, you do have representation, don't you?"

"Oh yes! I made sure to keep him in the loop on this."

"Listen to yourself!" she chuckled "You're already talking like a mogul in the making!" 

As her driver opened the door to a hulking Mercedes-Maybach SC600 sedan she turned to me; 

"Now, you take all the time you need to decide. Consult with whomever you need to. Feel free to ask any questions you might have. You have my number." She said as she got into the car. I turned to walk away but over my shoulder I heard the window slide down.

"Oh, by the way...the owner of the Corvette appreciates your discretion." She said as the car pulled away. Her words hit me like a thunderbolt.

"What? Wait a minute!" I said frantically as I spun around but the car had disappeared into the morning traffic. There was only one person I knew with a Corvette, how could Jackie know about it? And how could she know where it was now?