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Where Dreams Cum True Ch. 01

By: Thnx2KinkyStar



Author Note:

I thought and thought about this which is always a sign of naughty things to cum.

So, here's the thing. I love and adore an actor who is thirty-five years older than me and he's married and I'm married. I have had a thing for Him since the moment I watched Him portray His infamous vampire character Jerry Dandridge. Hmm, stunning and damned sexy.

Every man and woman have a fantasy. I am no exception. And so, I thought perhaps I could write out a little fantasy. Yet, to make it easier for me to delve into these erotic celebrity fantasies, I must remove from my written self that I'm married and make myself single. Though this actor is gonna remain married just for the hell of it to make it even more wrong. Also, I shall give myself a different name to present myself as the single woman version of me. 

Oh I'm positive many of you are gonna think me nuts. And perhaps think it's kinda gross that I'd fantasize about making it with a much much older man. Yet, this man is no ordinary man. Having personally come face to face with him in reality, he's damn fine for his age! 

Oh... yes... he... is!

No worries though. The hubby is MY MAN while this actor is THE MAN. There's a huge difference between some good old fantasy fun and real life fun!

Let's get this bitch on road shall we?

But, a bit of disclaimer. This is all totally fictionalized though the entire environment is based off my own personal experience at a convention that caters to allow us live our dreams and meet those celebrities we adore. But in no way did anything, as written, happen. He was a complete gentleman and, again, I am married and faithful. So, this is all pure fantasy. 

The imagination is a wonderful place to go every now and then where you can have sex with whomever you choose.

Thanks- Kinky 

*****

I've waited for that moment for thirty years. For thirty years I, Georgia, had dreamed of the moment I would finally meet the Actor who portrayed a particular bad boy who haunted my every fantasy since the moment I discovered there was pleasure to be had between my legs. 

I never knew about such things as conventions, places where movie, television, science fiction, and comic book fans gathered to meet their idols. I was a newbie to that world. The internet announced this phenomenon to me upon me browsing some information about my famed Actor crush of choice. Yes, I heard about conventions, saw plenty videos and documentaries but never once thought such an event would give me the opportunity to live a seemingly impossible dream. 

So, the moment I caught eye that The Man was to be a celebrity guest at one of the kind of nearby convention, I did everything imaginable to make certain I took that opportunity. The moment my income tax came in I reserved four nights at the very hotel that was hosting the event, hung onto enough money to make sure I was able to purchase my autographs and photo opportunities. It was my moment in my life to live.

I was thirty-eight, a single mother of a nearly adult child. I worked my ass off to support myself and child and it was time for this single mama to live for once. 

That near adult child declined the three hour trip which left me alone for the ride. And, so, when the day arrived for me to depart, I loaded up the car with everything needed for my once in a lifetime opportunity. I headed out on the interstate with my CD player blaring the soundtrack to my all time favorite horror flick which triggered my thirty years of admiration for this Actor. Off I was, jamming to an 80s movie soundtrack, puffing on cigarettes and drinking a cappuccino purchased where I stopped to fill the gas tank.

It was surreal. I never really traveled out of state before. I had my GPS set and telling me where to go which was nearly a straight shot East. So many firsts were happening for me and I was around already for thirty-eight years. 

Three hours later, the GPS delivered me to the towering hotel where the convention was being held. One hundred and forty dollar a night for three nights. It was the most extravagant purchase in my life and that did not include the money I would need to spend on meals and my convention purchases. Hell, the cost of the RIP package was nearly two hundred dollars. 

I handed my keys over to, get this, an actual valet provided by the hotel. I gathered my few bags of luggage. Hey, girl needs her makeup bag, suitcase full of choice clothing, and an entire shit load of things I may or may not have signed. 

I entered through the glass doors of the hotel lobby and was immediately in awe. It was the fanciest hotel I had ever step foot in with chandeliers and everything that made it as expensive as it was. The lobby was already cluster fucked by convention arrivals who would join me the following day for the convention opening day and the entire weekend. 

There was a line at the front desk but I patiently waited. Reality was far from setting in yet. I was pretty content at the moment. I saw no glimpses of celebrities who I heard would also sharing the same hotel. I wasn't sure what to expect but went with the flow. 

Checking in was simple enough, whipped out the debit card and paid in full. I snatched up a few brochures for delivery services, figured the hotel room service and restaurant would be damned expensive. I needed my funding to make my dream come true. 

I took the trip on the elevator, that too was fancy. Then on the fifth floor I arrived to my temporary home. 

Once inside my room, damned nice to be truthful, I texted the kid stating I arrived in once piece. The reply simply stated, "Love you, Mama! Have fun! Get wasted once at least but don't have sex with strangers!" Made me laugh with a shake of my head, my kid was so much like me it was scary.

I basically unpacked, hung my chosen wardrobe in the provided armoire. All my needs to make myself presentable was set about the sink counter and the bathroom essentials placed in the walk in shower. Yes, I made it my home away from home though the room was much more lavish than my simple bedroom back home. 

My shit together and settled, food was a new priority since I hadn't eaten all damned day. I checked out the brochures, chose a pizza place because, face it, you can't go wrong with damned pizza. So, I called and placed my order and agreed to pick up the order at the lobby. It was apparent plenty people were ordering pizzas from that particular pizza joint.

I got changed, threw on a comfortable ankle length maxi dress, pulled on a cardigan, slipped on a simple pair of flats, and topped it off with my odd fetish for fedoras. Yes, I had collection of fedoras that started the moment I began writing a particular erotica tale where the main man was totally based on The Man when he was close to sixty. Every man I wrote always had a basis off the Actor, by appearance and mannerisms. I prided myself as being an authority and walked dictionary on this Actor and especially his stunning vampire character. 

I left the super comfort of the room and headed down to the lobby. I was amazed how rowdy it still was. Convention folks were coming into the hotel in large groups. I was positive the majority have attended that convention many times and I was basically a virgin.

Out the lobby doors I slipped passed those entering and discovered quite a few puffing away on cigarettes. I found myself a little waiting corner and lit up a pizza delivery waiting cigarette.

That city was pretty big, not as big as my state's city but close enough. It was dusk, the sky was darkening and the surrounding city started to come to life with an amazing lit skyline. Then I discovered that convention goers were pleasant folk and in no time I was chatting it up with a few smokers. 

It was amazing to actually discuss who I came to meet with these people. They knew who I was talking about which was pleasant. Then I nearly choked on a drag when a familiar celebrity stepped passed lighting up a cigarette. No, it wasn't The Man but surprisingly one of His co stars from nearly thirty years ago who was all grown up and looked a bit shabby. 

One of my smoking buddies leaned into me and explained that the actor we were staring at was actually a dick head. The gossip flowed from Jake's mouth, my male smoking buddy, and he wove a tale of one other convention where the single role actor was a total douche bag. Jake made a firm statement that the actor's character should have been killed off by the serial killer possessed doll in the movie. 

I belted out a laugh. I could only imagine all the stories I would likely be told. 

Jake and his partner in convention crime Sarah offered me to join them later at the hotel bar for a drink. I took their offer, sounded nice to just hang out and get more celebrity gossip. 

The pizza arrived along with other orders for those who were also waiting. We nearly mobbed the pizza guy and one by one we received our orders. I gave a 'see ya later' shout to Jake and Sarah then headed back into the lobby followed by my room. 

Things were going damned good so far and I believed I had one hell of a vacation weekend on my hands where I would have memories to last me a lifetime. Especially when I came face to face with The Man.

So, I enjoyed my stuffed crust pizza by myself with a bottle of coke I brought with me. I flipped around on the television while I ate and checked my social network and kept those on my friend's list up to date on my every moment there. Made a little mention to the actor I witnessed and heard gossip about. 

I agreed to meet up with Jake and Sarah about ten at the hotel bar. A nice cold Screwdriver or delicious Bloody Mary sounded damn good. Yet, I predicted the bastards wouldn't know how to make a damned Bloody Mary the way I liked it, most southern bars lacked the skill to give me what I wanted. I wanted just some damned tomato juice with vodka, ice, and a damned dill pickle soaking in it.

Remaining casually dressed, I headed out to meet up with my new convention friends. The lobby was a bit more chill but the bar was filled and I managed to dodge my way through the mass of all different ages and fashioned folks. I found Jake and Sarah at a small table and eagerly joined them. 

I gave a waitress strict instructions for my drink. No Tabasco sauce. No salt on the rim. No any added spices at all just plain tomato juice and vodka. And ten bucks for the damned thing and when it arrived they forgot my fucking pickle. 

Jake and Sarah started laying out their tales of convention adventure. They had met so many celebrities I couldn't keep up. Yet, I wasn't there to meet all the celebrities, just the one, just The Man. But what they mentioned The Man sort made me on edge. They said he could be slightly pissy at times and the sooner I met him the better. And since I was RIP, like them, my chances of getting to him sooner was excellent.

I always wondered if celebs got fed up with dealing with overly eager fans. I determined I would hold my composure the best I could and not make an ass out of myself and give The Man a reason to dislike me. Yet, I prayed that the gifts I had for Him, such as the fan fiction and artwork, would cool His jets and set me up for a good temperament. 

I finished two drinks, felt warm and toasty. A couple hours passed and I had a blast. We took breaks to have a smoke then returned to finish yakking. I met quite a few more convention goers, a few hit on me in their drunken stupor which I found hilarious. The three of us made plans to hang out the next day while waiting to get into the convention. RIP guests get early access and front of the long line special treatment. 

I returned to my room, felt tired but damn good at the same time. I stripped naked because that's how I slept then turned out the lights and crawled onto the extremely comfy bed. Not sleepy enough, I pulled out the tablet and opened my downloaded version of my all time favorite horror movie starring The Man, Fright Night.

Hmm, Fright Night was my porn. The way He looked and acted was enough to get my motor running on high gear. He was so stunning as the vampire Jerry Dandridge. Nearly black hair, dark brown eyes, great skin tone, and very lovely collarbones. Yes, I love collarbones on a man and He had the perfect pair. 

It only took a brief eyeing of His character's first major appearance, the dream window scene where He was shirtless and those collarbones were divine, and my alone time in that king sized bed became magical. He was often in my mental fantasy land. I could pick and chose which character I wanted to visit mind and that evening it was bad but damned good Jerry. And many times it was Jerry then others I used as visuals for that Man aged beautifully throughout His career. Yet, there were plenty times I simply used Him, His reality self, The Man, the actor instead of his characters.

Into my ears I tucked in the ear buds and selected mood music. My eyes closed and those heavenly visuals entered my mind which delivered my right hand beneath the expensive linen then directly between my thighs. A dazed grin was felt formed across my lips as my middle finger strategically worked my clit. 

In my vivid imagination I visualized the 1985 stunning image of The Man. Those damned lips of his with that natural crook and defining lines about the left side. Hmm, then those large dark brown eyes with a mature man's defining lines that created uniqueness that was solely His. And within that fantasy He removed His signature snap button shirt and unveiled those glorious collarbones. My grin broadened.

The music continued to play out with my imagery as I continued to work my slick clit slowly. The sexuality raised in that fantasy, He was a true seducer in fantasy and on film. And damn did He seduce in my mind. 

Not heard but felt, I hummed with a soft whine of approval. The images of His well manicured hands moved over my eager body and directed between my legs which heightened the reality working of my clit. My hips shifted, within and out of my fantasy. I always wondered how well that Man could use His hand to manually make me cum. I predicted He was an expert because He portrayed one in my mind and all my written stories.

Further I buried myself within that erotic imagery. His imagined eyes focused with mine, burned into me His talent of pleasure without words but the expression within those eyes. Through the music I heard my own excited groan as within my mind His hand perfectly worked my heaving breast which in reality was my own hand. 

My hips shifted in a quickened pace as I felt my mental and physical mission reaching its desired goal. My rear buried into the bed as my back instinctively arched against the rising power of imagined and physical stimulation. My pace of my clit working finger heightened which triggered my hips to move into an equal pace. 

Deeply I inhale, bit down on my bottom lip. The image of His lovely hand motioning between my thighs raised the desired level. I continued to hold my breath, focused on the goal which steadily raced closer and closer. The music seemed to perfectly move in sync to the mental imagery. And the very instant, behind my tightly closed eyes, I witnessed those phenomenal lips kiss mine my body snapped into a cumming overflow as those heavenly visuals parted the floodgates of pleasure achieved. 

I heard myself loudly groan through the music then I exhaled with a loud gasp. 

My body relaxed with the wondrous after effects then eyes slowly opened. The grin again formed over my lips as my eyes peered up at the ceiling. Lazily I lifted the tablet, my eyes looked to that very inspirational image.

I sluggishly giggled then complimented aloud, "Again, great work, Jerry." I felt silly and again giggled.

The tablet was put away and I fell asleep with that satisfied grin over my lips.

Where Dreams Cum True Ch. 02



By the next morning, I was up and desperately wanted coffee and a cigarette. Typically after a dose of pleasuring myself to a mental fantasy, I lit up but the hotel was completely non smoking. So, I got up and dressed then headed for a much deserved and needed smoke.

Amazing, one moment it was warm and the next damned cold. I stepped out of the lobby into chilly morning air. Not too many smokers then, most were likely still passed out from getting wasted the night before at the bar. I had no idea what I would do for breakfast but right then, all I knew was I had my cigarette and enjoyed it.

More arrivals started, people dressed to impress in Cosplay and all sorts of different individuals. There were families also. Yet, the people I witnessed, they headed to the main entrance of the convention hall where I would eventually, near 4 pm, meet up with Jake and Sarah and a few others I met. The reality hadn't settled in yet, my nerves weren't troubled. I just simply enjoyed my cig then returned into the hotel.

I ended up eating leftover pizza nuked in the provided in room microwave. I used the in room coffee pot to make my dose of caffeine the contemplated on what to wear. Yeah, I had the outfits pretty much picked out but which one to start with.

I had gone to great lengths to have a couple special tee shirts made honoring the Actor. But there was one outfit that I was anxious to wear either Saturday or Sunday, my nod to a special fan fiction vixen I created specifically for the Actor's famous vampire character. I wanted two photo ops, one normal me and the other vamped out me.

The outfit of choice was made and into the shower I dove. And by the time I got out of the shower reality started to sink in.

Yes, finally, the reality of where I was and whom I was about to meet started to inflict my brain along with causing a slight churning in my nervous gut. I was close to having my dream come true. All I could think was, my childhood dream would soon become realized. I was soon to meet my high school heartthrob. And my mind screamed, holy shit!

I had no one there to tell me if I looked good. No smart assed kid to say I looked okay for being old and constantly remind me that my celebrity of choice was also old. There was no one to inform me if the white pencil skirt went with the black specially designed Fright Night tee shirt with the neck purposely widened to give a nod to the good old 80s. Or someone to tell me if the black ankle boots worked well with the chosen ensemble. Or if the white fedora was too much with the outfit. Or if my hair gathered in a low shoulder draping side ponytail was good enough.

Who was gonna tell me that my make up was appropriate or too much? 

All those worries seemed to escalate the rising nervousness that reality was about to strike me hard once I stepped foot on the convention floor. I was alone in all that. Yeah, I made a few chums but they had their own celebs to meet. There was no one to hold my hand and drag me toward the signing table. I was left with only my own two wobbly legs covered in a black stockings. 

The hotel room was nearly a shambles by the time I got myself to make up my mind that I was dressed my best. The last thing needed was my gifts for the actor and what I brought to be signed. 

In that mess I unburied my portfolio of sorts. Every bit of artwork, fan fiction designed graphic images, and each and every one of the collected images I enhanced were stored in that diary of sorts. Yeah, some might say I was obsessed with the Actor but truthfully I admired him and all His performances. He had an extensive career with I truly respected. Also, without Him and Fright Night I honestly believed that my creative and artistic nature would never have been discovered. To me, He deserved my admiration and earned it. 

I made my choice for the signed item, a picture I personally captured and enhanced from my favorite scenes from His film Forced March which I believed should have gotten him into the higher ranks of Hollywood. He was undoubted an underrated actor with an amazing but just as underrated talent. And, lets face it, damned good looking to boot.

With a deep breath, I trotted out the door with my nerves bundled and items stashed cloth purse draped over my shoulder. There was no denying that when I got closer to that dream coming true, my nerves would likely tailspin. The ride down the elevator, the nerves raised. The steps towards the lobby, the nerves escalated. And out those lobby doors I went straight to the left and lit up a nerve relaxing cigarette. 

We had to line up early though the RIP guests were brought to the head of the line. We needed to turn in our receipts for our purchased tickets then get our in and out bands along with our RIP badges that granted us access to special events without issues. But I needed at least a few cigarettes before I shoved myself in the direction of something spectacular. 

I chit chatted with a few smokers while standing out there where the weather got sorta crappy with a chill and drizzle, a couple were actually volunteers at the convention,. Not bad enough with trembles from nervousness, I got chilled too. 

I was praised for my fedora as it was stylishly tilted atop my head. 

Thankfully, Jake and Sarah marched out the lobby doors and joined me for a cigarette. We had to walk around the outside of the hotel to get to the entrance for the convention center, so we strolled along puffing away on our cigarettes. They found it humorous how nervous I was getting and poked fun at me which included I should have stopped at the bar first for a calming shot of booze.

We finished out cigs under the cover of the canopy at the convention center's entrance. Nearly every person who passed gave a hello. It seemed the convention folks were all cheery and happy which helped ease me into the experience. 

Our cigs finished, we entered through the glass doors where a line already developed. We had nearly two hours before our RIP entrance into the convention was granted. We stood in the line for RIP with our receipts in hand while chatting it up with other line goers. 

At one point Jake caught sight of that one smoker actor and loudly commented, "Chucky shoulda killed ya!" 

I nearly choked trying to hold back my laughter as Sarah just belted hers out. 

Our line moved as the none RIP guests arrived and piled into a separate line. We reached our destination in about 20 minutes and a bright pink band was permanently put around my wrist and my funky RIP badge pinned at my hip. 

After we were official, we headed out the doors again to not enjoy the cold but enjoy cigarettes. At the moment, my jitters faded into cold ones as my newly made friends kept my mind at ease with more of their convention stories. We were joined by others and the stories started flying in every direction with tons of laughter which also eased my nerves. 

Cigarette after cigarette and celebrity gossip and convention stories, our group held close. Of course we had to take a bathroom break which meant a trek to the hotel lobby. 

I discovered the bathrooms were immaculate as well. I attempted a selfie and texted it to my kid who replied, "Damn, Mama, you and your damned fedoras!" I just loved my kid.

Selfies became the norm there at the convention, everywhere you went people were taking group selfies. And the elaborately dressed started to show up as well, costumes galore from all different genres. It was like a parade of sorts happening everywhere and I loved it.

We all again gathered before the convention center as the time grew nearer and I felt those pesky nerves begin to rise. 

We entered back through the doors and headed to the stairs and descended upward. We were sent to the head of the line with the other RIP guests while the none RIP guests had to stand and wait longer. RIP guests got in nearly an hour before the actual convention doors opened up. And I stood on those stairs with my brain a mess. 

How was I gonna act? Was I going to cry? Was I going to pass out? Would I make an ass out of myself? Was I gonna be able to speak? What was He gonna look like in person? Was He gonna be a dick? Would my dream be dashed by an asshole or totally lived by a none asshole?

The pep talk arrived from the convention representative and cheers were loud from the massive line of anticipating convention folk. 

Then it happened, RIP were allowed to enter and up those stairs I moved on shaky legs. Everything started to move almost in slow motion as my wide blue eyes watched the convention floor come into closer view with each step upward. My heart raced and breaths were quick. Was I gonna hyperventilate? 

Onto the convention floor my heeled boots stepped and into that unknown I stepped. I made the decision I would walk around with Jake and Sarah for a bit to scope out the environment and check out the vendors. I walked behind them, my eyes shifted all directions but it wasn't the items for sale I was checking out, I looked for The Man.

I realized that the celebrity signing tables lined every wall throughout the entire convention, weren't sectioned off in one particular area. Yeah, I got glimpse of other horror icons but not the one I was there to meet and noticed scattered empty tables which I made a quick look to see if it was His. Every table I passed wasn't The Man's. 

We stepped through a doorway into another section with more vendors and signing tables. Each table I eyed for any sign to indicate if it was His. Nope. Nope. Definitely not. Then I paused, recognized the stacks of pictures that belonged to the celeb Jake ragged on. My eyes shifted as Jake made some more snide remarks. 

From nearly twenty feet away I picked out those familiar pictures with ease for I had seen them all hundreds of times. My heart nearly jumped out of my heaving chest because near Jake's disliked celebrity's table was His. Yet, there was no sign of Him but a convention volunteer setting up. 

I swallowed that huge lump in my throat then stepped forward, my legs felt nearly numb. My eyes focused on those stacked images about the table clothed table then scanned the banner on the wall. That was definitely His table. 

Jake commented, "Likely will show up just before they officially open the doors."

I was only capable of nodding while stepping long the table of my chosen celebrity. All those glorious images of His infamous vampire and many others of His more well known characters. I made certain I would get something signed that wasn't typical, something I personally chosen and meant more to me than those others many bought at every convention throughout the United States. 

Passed His table I stepped, there was no need to stand and wait like a star starved groupie, not the first impression I wanted to make. 

Jake made the suggestion to hit up the RIP lounge which was located elsewhere away from the vendors and signing tables. I again nodded and followed them while in a daze. We had to go to the RIP lounge anyways for a further pep talk from the representatives and receive our RIP gift packages which I honestly didn't give a rats ass about. 

We followed the signs, I still felt numb and my nerves hungered for a cigarette. 

Again things seemed to move in slow motion with my numb legs attempting to keep me afloat. Then my eyes started to widen as an unexpected visual emerged in the entryway we were headed. My brain tried to tell my feet to stop and turn the other direction but those damned legs kept moving while that visual continued my direction.

Something weird happened the moment He came into view. Something different inside me was triggered that I knew was there but never thought would come out. Had it happened because before my eyes and preparing to pass me was Chris Sarandon? 

Nope, a screaming giddy teenager hadn't emerged from me. That vixen, the one whom I determined was my alter ego decided to make a quick emergence. My eyes focused on my celebrity and, damn, He looked fucking good for a man his age. Hmm, I oddly chimed in thought, seventy was the new fifty. 

He got closer, a damned grin formed over my lips. I could feel the change of expression across my eyes, that vixen peered through and targeted who I had determined was simply only my fantasy man. My arm lifted and the instant He glanced my way I gave a tilt of my white fedora. And the first time in my life I witnessed the flesh and blood version of that damned remarkable brow furrow which deepened those distinctive frown lines. 

He continued pass me but my damned feet twisted and shifted me into a spin and backwards walk. I was seriously checking him out. The control seemed lost and my eyes darted immediately to the real life flesh and blood that was His butt. I immediately praised in thought with that alter ego's tone, well maintained ass in a nice pair of fucking jeans. And, to my surprise, He looked back and busted me.

That damned vixen departed the moment I was caught. I quickly spun back around with wide eyes. What the hell had I done? Where had that come from? 

I froze the instant I discovered my shift in demeanor was also busted by Jake and Sarah.

They stood with grins on their faces.

Awkwardly I smiled then continued forward.

Jake bluntly asked, "Did you just check him out?"

I shook my head but knew I had done as accused. 

Jake laughed then answered his own question, "Yeah you did." 

What was I gonna do? How was I gonna approach Him now? 

I spent the entire RIP pep talk meeting with my brain desperate to wrap around what happened upon passing Him. My eyes were blank the entire time while they were wide. There was fear of even meeting Him because of what I did. I never blatantly did things like I had. I was typically meek when it came to the opposite sex. The worst of it, I checked out a married man. I never checked out married men. Hell, I barely had time to check out one man let alone a married one.

The meeting ended and out the door we left. 

I opted for a cigarette because of my fear and went it alone. Jake and Sarah headed off to begin building their autograph collection and I headed towards the nearest exit which through a back way to the hotel lobby sent me out the lobby doors. 

I lit the cigarette fast and started puffing away. My arms hugged around me, I nearly paced the walkway. Back and forth I paced as I tried to dig out my imaginary set of balls to push myself to make my dream happen. Desperately I convinced myself that He was likely used to getting ogled. Well, I thought, look at him. He was damned good looking, always has been and aged like a delectable bottle of fine wine.

Damn, that vixen in my head sang; yes, and I want to drink Him all up, every last drop!

I shook my head as my feet went to a complete stop. I had to rid myself of those improper thoughts. But, dammit, those improper thoughts have always been there and played out into my erotic and vampire stories with Him dab smack in the center of it. Then, dammit, He always played into my naughty time fantasies as well. 

With a near grumbled, I tossed the completely smoked cig to the walkway and crushed that bitch as if I were trying to crush my inner harlot. I took a really really deep breath to calm myself. Briefly I closed my eyes then mentally told myself to get my ass in there and make that dream come true, even if it meant facing the consequences of my inner vixen's behavior.

I bucked up then marched back into the lobby, through the lobby and returned the way I came. All the convention folk were finally allowed in and it started to become crowded. I wove my way through the growing mass and tried to keep calm though inside I felt as if I were gonna crumble. I attempted to browse the vendors, continued to push and shove myself back towards where I knew He was. 

How could I look him in the eyes?

Well, I did once already, though it was nearly an eye fuck moment from me.

I casually strolled along the opposite side of the room, His table on the other side. My eyes glanced here and there but kept peeking through gaps as I neared the end of the vendor aisle. I kept telling myself, you drove three hours and paid a small fortune for that moment and, dammit, you're gonna do it but not Him.

A giggled sounded!

Had I just giggled in response to that horribly suggestive thought?

I pressed my lips together with frustration towards myself and whatever was happening to me. Oh, then it crossed my mind, I hadn't been laid in forever. I felt my face twist with a grimace, I had only laid myself because, well, never had the time to find someone to lay me. 

My eyes widened with shock toward my thoughts. I had to actually stop myself from slapping myself. 

Again I shook my head and took a deep breath, barely heard the compliment about my shirt made to a passerby. I gave a quick thanks then turned the corner but slowly crept along an end vendor. At the corner of the table I somewhat leaned forward and peeked along the wall lined with celebrities. 

Oh, there he was, my brain ached in thought. 

His table wasn't quite bombarded. I did have the option to jump the line in front of non RIP guests but I thought that would be rude. And, I assumed, the longer it took for me to get my moment, the longer I had to compose myself as if I hadn't checked out his butt earlier. 

I stepped out from hiding then passed one of His past co-stars that Jake harped about. My focus was solely on the next table. I ignored the vendors trying to sell me there shit like carnival game hosts. 

I stepped to the back of the line and shakily retrieved the items from my purse. My focus shifted on the items, the two pieces of hand drawn artwork, a manilla enveloped fan fiction who starred His vampire character and that damned thing I called my alter ego, and the one eight by ten I chose to have signed that day.

A smile formed through my horrible nerves, eyed the photograph. He was remarkable in that particular role and the photo depicted exactly that performance to a tee. Hmm, I hummed in thought, even in a distressed dramatic appearance He looked damned tasty. 

My eyes widened. Why were those damned thoughts taking over my brain?

The line moved, I stepped forward desperate to rid my thoughts of impurities. He was man after all. Yeah, He was an actor but a real man. Wow, what a man!

I slapped my hand over my eyes as I shook my head then quietly grumbled at myself. 

Again the line moved. 

My eyes caught visual of the lines of pictures set about the table. Every image was nearly a gorgeous depiction with exception to those more pissed off vampire ugly images from Fright Night. Not a single picture was from other films I favored such as Forced March. Perhaps He would appreciate my efforts to have a pic from that movie to be signed. 

Then I remembered I had to get out my camera. I dug into my purse as the line again moved. When I got the camera out I was second in line and could barely look at Him as He sat behind the table with His assistant beside Him taking cash. 

Oh, shit, I griped, the cash. Again, I dug into my purse for my wallet. 

The person in front of me yakked it up a bit, gave what I guessed was typical. I loved you in Fright Night. You were awesome as Prince Humperdink. Amazing you got to work with Chucky. Hey, Jack Skellington was awesome. And not one mentioned anything else the actor's done. Typical.

The dude in front of me finally got his signature then had his photo taken with the Actor as the obvious spouse or girlfriend snapped the photo. 

Yeah, reality really pounced the moment the excited fan left with his signed stuff. 

My eyes were wide as I stepped to the corner of the table then painfully turned myself to face Him. I felt it coming but not sure what it was. 

Oh, then He looked up at me and smiled. Yes, definitely well maintained and that damned smile hadn't changed in all those decades and was quite visible through the gray dashed goatee. Then those eyes, I saw that same brow frown which meant, yep, He recognized me as the white fedora wearing ogler. 




Where Dreams Cum True Ch. 02



I spat out, "Hi." 

He calmly replied, "Hello."

"Um," I mumbled then fought the urge to spew utter nonsense, "I have stuff for you." Yeah, stuff but what stuff?

I fumbled a bit then handed over the first of two drawings. Oh, then I regretted the chosen drawing because it was a depiction of the fan fiction which I wasn't sure I wanted to hand over. I watched him take the artwork. 

"Um," I again mumbled, "That's, well, for something I've written in honor of Jerry Dandridge."

He asked, "You drew this yourself?" His eyes lifted and looked at me.

I nodded, "Yes and," I handed over the portrait I drew of Jerry Dandridge also, the dream window scene, "And well, this too." I forced a smile which hurt like hell.

He eyed the drawings. 

I was certain the first truly confused him because it was collage of sorts of both Jerry and my creation Vivian Addams. Also there was plenty suggestiveness in the first drawing, especially with the image of Vivian's butt with Jerry's tattooed image on the cheek. 

I quickly set down the set of three short stories that told my created past for Jerry Dandridge that included some racy scenarios with Vivian the vixen. I explained as quickly as possible, "Yeah, this is the fan fiction that goes with the first drawing and it will explain what the drawing is all about."

He took the packaged set of stories then questioned, "Fan fiction?"

I again nodded like an idiot then explained, "Yes, fan fiction, Fright Night fan fiction."

It seemed to dawn on him then he stated, "Oh, a story."

Still nodding with my painful smile, I hummed, "Hmm, Hmm."

He said with a smile, "Thank you and I'll definitely read it."

Likely, I thought, He wouldn't but He was nice enough to say He would. 

He then said, "And thank you for the drawings." He handed the gifts to His assistant then instructed the kid to put them in His bag. 

Again He looked at me and inquired, "Is there anything you would like for me to sign?"

Still fucking nodding, I handed over my prized photograph. That was when the awkwardness changed.

His hand took the photograph then I saw a gleam of surprise in His eyes. He quickly asked, "Where'd you get this?" His eyes looked up at me and I saw He truly that appreciated the sentiment that I chose a film others never have. 

My smile no longer hurt, not forced and was genuine. I explained, "It's one of tens of thousands. I captured this," with a lean I tapped the photo with my red tipped finger, "From the movie itself." my nodding eased, "Forced March is likely my favorite of your movies. Yeah," I somewhat giggled, "Fright Night is my favorite by far in the horror genre but ultimately, Forced March is it among all of them."

He genuinely smiled with that handsome smile then again looked down at the image and commented, "This was my baby."

That made me happy to hear for I believed that movie should've been more praised. It was praised as was his performance but never truly recognized more than just a straight to video release. "That's one of my favorite scenes," I explained, those behind me in line had no matter to me in my crowning moment, "Along with the one where Ben is conversing alone on the bunk bed with himself as Radnoti, I got some awesome captures of that as well and many many more from the movie."

He seemed focused on the image and commented, "I'd love to see them."

My eyes frowned with question. Had he never really seen many photos from the film?

He again looked up at me then requested, "Is there any way I could keep this?"

Well, I thought, didn't really want to say no. I knew I could easily chose another out of the collection and return and have Him sign it. 

He then offered, "I'll sign anything else and won't charge."

Wait, did he just say that?

I blinked then nodded. 

His smile broadened and I believed I became more ecstatic that I just made Him happy. 

He genuinely thanked me, "Thank you so much." he paused, "What's your name?" 

"Oh," I mumbled, snapped out of my mental happy dance then said, "Georgia or Georgie." 

He rose up from his seat then, to my complete and utter surprise, He stepped around the table. My eyes wide, He damn well hugged me. My overly ecstatic brain screamed. He hugged me! Jerry fucking Dandridge hugged me! Oh, holy hell, Chris fucking Sarandon hugged me! 

Oh, wait a damned minute!

Holy shit, Chris fucking Sarandon planted a kiss on my cheek!

Hmm, then it struck me, He smelled damned good!

He drew back with a that damned smile every where over His face which defined those distinct lines that made up His unique handsomeness. Those eyes were so damned close that it was beyond surreal. 

He then asked, "What would you like for me to sign?"

First thing popped into head, white fedora. Yes, my fedora, the one thing that had become a representation of the Actor in one of my favorite erotica series. 

I reached up and removed the fedora then offered it to Him. That alter ego's tone suddenly emerged and I said, "Please." and that tone continued, "On the band right here." I aimed my finger at the near front of the fedora's white band. 

Then there was an odd switch of His expression as if He instantly caught onto my changed tone. Yeah, He definitely caught on because I saw something familiar I've seen numerous times within a multitude of His films, especially Fright Night. 

Oh then that damned inner vixen slyly requested, "And the character name," I felt my damned lips form a secretive grin, "Victor." I knew He always signed His characters' names and that particular name was of a character I created from Him. 

He questioned, "Victor?" Yeah, He never played a Victor but unknowingly He had within my written erotica series.

I slowly nodded then coyly commented, "Long story."

He repeated, "Victor." Then He grabbed a marker and proceeded to do as requested. 

I watched closely as He carefully wrote His signature on the fedora band. My eyes glanced at those waiting their turn and they eyed me suspiciously but I simply gave them a 'mind your own damned business' grimace. 

He said, "There you go."

I blinked. 

He returned the hat atop my head and made a nice little adjustment of it's purposeful slant. 

I smiled wide then another damned wrongful comment spewed outta my mouth, "You should really consider wearing fedoras, they look great on you." Oh that reference came straight from that series of naughty stories where the character Victor wore fedoras and with my use of a photo shop program I was able to place fedoras atop His glorious head. 

He frowned though He looked almost amused then inquired, "They do?"

Nodding slowly I gave the same secretive comment, "Again, long story."

Then it dawned on me, my photo op. 

I turned to the next person in line and sweetly sang, "Would you be a doll." Fucking Vivian had seemingly possessed me.

The guy awkwardly nodded in agreement.

"Thanks!" I chimed then handed my photo op cash to the assistant. 

I eagerly took my place beside that damned gorgeous Actor and had no issue hugging myself against Him. 

He urged the guy with my camera, "Take a few pictures to make she gets a good one."

My thought, any picture with Him would be good but I loved that I got a few. 

For the camera my lips formed a damned naughty smirk and felt a nearly devious grin across my eyes. How wonderful it felt with my dream Man's arms around me. I was in the arms of the ultimate and sexiest vampire to have ever graced the silver screen.  

The camera flashed, my eyes shifted and looked up at that Man. Damn, I continued to praise, seventy-three and He was glorious to behold. 

Another flash of the camera, His eyes shifted down to me. Oh, the look in those dark brown eyes made me more than swoon. All those images of Him as Jerry flashed through my mind and each one had the same expression being given to me right then. Damn Him.

Then I watched His eyes shift further down.

He commented, "Love your shirt."

I giggled for across my tits was His damned handsome mug. So damned convenient, I chimed in thought. Then I sang, "Thanks and one of a kind, not another one like it." More so I meant there was not another one like Him and I think He knew it.

The dude with my camera handed it over. 

Oh, then came another hug from the Actor but this time a little longer which simply broadened my smirk. The vixen had to comment, "Thanks for making my dream come true." But I knew that was not all the dreams or fantasies I had, just the tip of the erect iceberg. 

He sang with that familiar voice, "You're very welcome." Again a kiss on my cheek.

I stepped back then urged, "Enjoy the story, it's really interesting."

He grinned then commented, "I'm sure it is."

I took another step back then lifted my hand with two fingers up and stated, "Two more days." another step back then confidently informed, "I'll be coming often," a brief pause because I knew what suggestion was made then added, "To say hello."

He somewhat chuckled then urged, "Please do."

I gave a nod then finally turned around but flashed a glare at the glaring mass of folks waiting their turn which I knew wouldn't compare to mine. My grin was permanently fixed as I strutted away. 

And then the reality of what I had done creeped up on me. My strut slowed as my eyeballs widened. Oh, I thought, oh, what just happened?

I skidded to stop as people stepped around me. My eyes remained wide as the entire scenario flashed through my boggled brain. My lips gaped and I was in shock of what I did. Oh, then I became more shocked by what... 

I giggled and shooed my hand to the air. No way, I thought, as I smiled. Then the smile faded because...

Forward I marched, nearly knocked folks out of my way. I needed a cigarette in a very bad way so I could have a damned moment to wrap my brain around something that seemed unreal. And through the crowds of people I marched, my legs moved speedily and delivered me all the way out the hotel lobby doors.

The instant my cigarette was lit, my mind started to trace my steps. My eyes shifted side to side as if reading a damned script of what transpired. Everything was played back, rewound then played back again. There was no way that happened, my thoughts whined. I couldn't have been that damned blunt!

Or could I have?

A voice sounded behind me and I nearly jumped a foot.

I spun around and there was Jake and Sarah stepping towards me while lighting up a cig.

Jake took a drag then asked, "So, how'd it go?" he grinned, "Did ya check him out up front and close, huh?"

My wide eyes stared at him.

Jake frowned with questioned then his eyes oddly brightened. He lifted his cig holding hand and pointed at me then stated, "You hit on him!"

My head started to rapidly shake in denial of the accusation.

Jake nodded as he started to laugh then said to Sarah, "She hit on Chris Sarandon!"

"No," I quickly gasped then admitted with my shoulders slumped, "Yeah, I think I did." 

I startled, Jake belted out a loud and obnoxious laugh.

Sarah too laughed but urged her boyfriend, "Jake, stop picking on her."

I nodded in agreement and pleaded, "Yeah, stop picking on me!"

Jake cleared out his laughter then asked, "So, how'd he handle getting hit on by his biggest fan?"

Sarah scolded, "Jake!"

"I... I..." I mumbled, tried to figure out if I was or wasn't the only one hitting on someone during that scenario then sighed, "I don't know."

Jake nudged me with his fist and urged, "Come on, give us the dish."

A long drag I took from my cigarette then tried to calmly exhale. 

What was there to dish? 

I wasn't certain what happened had happened. It was damned confusing. I had no idea what truly came over me. 

I started out a normal fan-girl barely able to talk and He was nice at first in a droll way but then the damned Forced March picture broke some type of ice. Then it just went from there into an unexpected direction. 

Another long drag, my face twisted with confusion. 

Jake asked, "You alright?"

I nodded then said, "Yeah, I think."

Was I alright? Could I even again attempt approaching the Actor? What would happen if I did approach Him again? Would crazy ass shit again come out of me? 

I had no answers which made me all the more confused.



Where Dreams Cum True Ch. 03



I returned to my hotel room, had to take a convention break within the confines of a quiet hotel room. In that silence I took the time to inform my social network that I met The Man but didn't give details. A text was sent to the kid to let her know that her mama met the Man. 

Then I made some coffee and decided to go through my collection of photographs to determine what I would have signed next. 

I really wanted a Forced March pic signed and decided on the one I mentioned from another one of my favorite scene. 

Then I found myself flipping through all the pages. So many images I've collected from so many of His movies. I studied those images I've seen thousands of times over and over. 

My pick made, I slipped it from it's protective sleeve. I sat there and stared at the lovely image with such brilliant shadowing which highlighted the smile I managed to capture with the click of my mouse. A dazed grin crossed my lips, He was gorgeous. Some might not consider Him as handsome as I did but I always had a different taste in men. 

With men, they had to have something distinct about them, a unique feature but that Man had more than one distinct feature which created His exceptional appearance. 

I made the decision to get my ass out of the hotel room and maybe check out the vendors more thoroughly and keep my thoughts focused on something else instead of someone. 

I returned to the swarmed convention, greeted a few others I've met but took my time eyeing all the horror themed items that filled the massive space. 

At one point I found myself browsing some clothing items and purchased a Fright Night printed pencil skirt. Actually I ended up purchasing several items that were dedicated to my love for the 80s horror film. 

And my strolling the vendors and celebrities table continued. 

I always smiled when I watched others have their dream of meeting their chosen celebrity. At moments, I stood with my arms crossed and watched the pure happiness of others as their dreams were lived just as mine was. 

Yet, I had a sense that my dream was somewhat shadowed by the fact that someone's inner vixen hit on said dream Man.

Eventually I took a break in the RIP lounge where celebrities also went to take breaks. The set up wasn't that impressive as it was said to be. Yet, it was quiet with groups of other RIP guests chatting and eating.

After grabbing a complimentary can of coke and a damned Rice Crispy treat, I took a seat at one of the empty round tables. 

I sat there sipping my coke while picking at the marshmallow treat. My eyes again glazed over with thought. My head slowly tilted, felt that pesky sly grin cross my lips as I started to mentally reminisce about my moment of flirt tainted glory.  

My legs crossed and started to slowly bounced my ankle boot up and down. I praised, what a moment I had which I would never forget. Yet, how many of those moments will happen before my getaway was over?

A voice was heard, a very distinctive voice which instructed a food order. 

Little by little my eyes widened then slowly they shifted in the direction of that voice. 

Oh, I wanted to verbally whine, there He was.

My eyes quickly looked away as I shoved a huge hunk of treat into my mouth. I had no idea how long it had been since I displayed myself as a huge ass flirt. I likely wandered the vendors for a couple hours, wasn't sure. 

Nervously I took a long swallow of coke. Perhaps I was just a blur amongst the blur of other eager fans and He wouldn't at all acknowledge me. Yes, I prayed I wouldn't be acknowledged but that sly she-devil inside me pleaded for acknowledgment. 

I dared, or more like she dared, and very subtly my eyes shifted. He didn't notice me as He was obviously on His cell phone. One half sighed with relief as the other bitched and moaned for attention. 

My complaining half held my eyes His direction. My head again titled, felt my eyes grin with admiration of how damned fucking fine He was. 

My eyes shifted, He turned His back to me, and again I checked out His ass which instantly molded my lips into that recently inflicted naughty grin. 

With great fondness, I reminisced about the visual of His naked ass in the film Temptress. He was fifty-three when that film was made and damn, I praised, what a remarkable ass. 

A hum passed my lips as I again noted in thought, well maintained. 

Then the butt visual vanished when He turned around. My eyes snapped wide with a whole other inappropriate focus. A huffed giggled sounded from me as that naughty voice in my head curiously questioned, wonder if He was completely well maintained and functional?

Again I giggled but upon the blink of my eyes, I shoved my vixen's ass backwards. 

Realizing I just ogled again with greater focus, my eyes quickly looked away. I feared I had been again busted for being totally in the wrong. Again, I desired to bitch slap myself for my bad behavior. Yes, I was behaving very badly and wanted to verbally scold myself aloud but that would have made me sound like a nut job.

For a brief moment I closed my eyes then took a deep breath to calm myself. Cigarette, I chimed in thought, a cigarette would be nice.

My eyes creeped open and shifted. I sighed in relief, He was gone.

Time for that cigarette.

I rose up shoving the final piece of treat into my mouth. I finished off the coke then marched towards the RIP lounge exit. The trash tossed, I left the RIP and headed directly to the assigned smoking section outdoors in front of the lobby.

The city was lit up beautifully with its main skyscraper with a lovely blue glow. Yet, the air was heavily chilled with a moist mist. 

I huddled in a corner, dodged the mist carrying breeze while puffing away on a cigarette. 

There was a couple hours left of the convention for that day and what was I to do for the rest of it. Yes, I intended to finally have a Forced March autographed photo which I sensed would be an awkward mess. I was highly disinterested in the burlesque show though I loved the art of burlesque. There was just something that told me I had no interest in watching women strip.

A grin formed. Yet, there was someone I would give anything to watch strip. 

I slapped my hand against the side of my face. In thought I scolded myself, get a fucking grip!

The cig finished and snuffed out, I returned into the lobby and strutted in the direction of the hotel bar. Yes, a drink seemed a good choice to kill time and perhaps ease my ass into getting the balls to again approach the Actor.

Three Bloody Mary's later I was warm and fuzzy on the inside. With a loud 'tootles' to whomever I ended up chatting with at the bar, I left prepared to give it another go around. Yet, there was uncertainty to how much of go around would take place. 

With a big smile I strutted back into the convention, felt a more sexy motion about my curvy hips. I said hello to just about everyone who passed me while I strutted boot over boot which enhanced the sashay about my hips. 

Instead of taking the long way around, I moved the way I had previously exited from the Actor's table. 

Okay, I wasn't totally positive what was driving me, the three Bloody Mary's or that inner vixen who was currently beaming somewhere in my head. Perhaps it was both the booze that said vixen. Whatever was taking place, my legs steadily moved my body with an unknown sexual stroll which got me a few pauses then ogles from passerby males. 

With a type of built in radar, my eyeballs locked and focused on The Man. 

There were only a few folks at His table. Much of the floor had dwindled as it was near shutting down for the night followed by the after hour festivities of stripping ladies. Yet, no one else seemed to matter, I had developed tunnel vision with Him at the center. 

The table beside His, I paused to retrieve the to be autographed photo and cash. My lips grinned upon seeing that lovely image. 

A voice spoke, "Hi."

My eyes shifted then frowned. 

I knew the guy seated behind the table and had not known he too was going to be there. Or did I?

Seated at that particular table beside The Man's was the arch enemy to Jerry, the little bastard who killed off a vampire god in my all time favorite horror movie. He smiled at me.

An odd but cocky laugh came from me then with a slight impersonation of Jerry from the famous living room scene I quipped, "Hello, Charley." 

The guy laughed.

Then I stepped forward and said, "Bye, Charley."

I had no desire to meet Charley Brewster, that character never drove me into a sexual tizzy. Nope, I wanted to again stand before Him because He was the reason I was there. 

And to the next table I moved, stepped around the few folks then twisted on my ankle boots and took my place in that short line.

The assistant smiled at me and I gave him a greeting nod, thought him damned lucky to possible wait hand and foot on The Man. I handed him the cash for the autograph.

My eyes returned to their preferred focus which made my inner vixen very happy. The happiness was expressed by the broadening grin across my lips and focused eyes. Oh, then those glorious peepers of His caught glimpse of me and my grin grew with that damned naughty flirt guiding my lips. 

I lifted my hands with the photograph gripped, my fingernails anxiously tapped. Though He looked away to focus on the fans ahead of me, He kept glancing at me while I was strictly focused on Him. 

Those few fan stragglers stepped away and actually went to meet Charley. 

There I was, again I stepped before Him. 

He greeted, "Hello again, Georgia."

I cheered in thought, He remembered my name!

I held my smile then responded, "I said I would come back to visit." I reached out the photograph then sweetly sang, "Please and thank you."

He lightly laughed then took the photograph and set it on the table before Him. He commented, "I guess you do have plenty of these."

I agreed, "Yes, I do."

I watched as He worked His silver marker against the photograph.

He stated, "I'm still interested to see what else you have." 

Oh, that vixen sang in my head, I had plenty I could show Him and then some. 

He finished signing then slid it back to me. His eyes looked at me with question.

I frowned at Him with my own questioning expression. My head tried to figure out how to respond then the only thing that would come out of my mouth was, "Okay."

His lips formed that stunning smirk then he commented, "Good." then He said something surprising, "How about now? I'm done for the night."

My lips slightly parted with surprise.

Then he added, "Unless you have scheduled after hour festivities to attend."

"Um," I mumbled as I wondered where the hell my inner vixen went then with a shake of my head I said, "No." then that vixen suddenly popped out of my mouth, "I'm not interested in watching a cheap version of burlesque."

He laughed in response to my comment then asked, "Are you staying here at the hotel?"

I nodded.

"Well," He continued to do most of the talking, "Let me get my things together and we can meet at the bar."

I again nodded then finally spoke, "That sounds great." I tucked the autograph into my purse, "I have to run to my room and get the portfolio."

He looked me in the eyes and finalized the situation, "Great, I'll see you at the bar."

Then the vixen grinned then stated, "Yes you will." 

I turned and strolled away. My heart pounded. My head continuously screamed in cheer that I was to meet up with Chris fucking Sarandon at the hotel bar!

My legs moved quickly though there were a few times my knees nearly buckled. I had no idea what I was doing really. But I just chucked it up to an opportunity to have a one on one with the Actor, unlike the other fans. 

In my room I raced to freshen up. A few squirts of my dwindling Goddess perfume. Smoothed out my ponytail touching up the twisted long curl. Touched up the makeup a bit and smoothed on some red toned lipstick. 

Then I snatched up the portfolio and hightailed it out of the hotel room. My heart went a million miles a minute as I rode the elevator down. 

How long would it be before He showed up? Would He show up? 

I reached the main floor then took a deep breath as the elevator doors slid open. I went to step forward but went to a complete stop because there was Jake and Sarah.

"Hey there!" Jake greeted, sounded half in the bag.

"Hey guys!" I greeted, felt my face start to blush.

They stepped into the elevator.

Jake asked, "You going to watch the strippers?"

"Um," I mumbled then stated, "No."

I nearly jumped out of the elevator, turned and smiled at them while pointing away from the elevator, "I'm going to smoke, I'll see you guys later or something."

Jake bobbed his head then said, "Okie dokie."

They waved as the elevator doors closed.

I sighed the moment the doors closed then shifted my legs into gear. 

Nearly speed walking, I rushed in direction of the bar. Nope, a cigarette didn't cross my mind because it was consumed by the thought of possibly having a damned drink with Him.

I neared the bar entrance and slowed my pace into something more calm and cool. I paused at the entrance. My eyes peered inside, heard more ruckus going on at the lounge as the actual bar was with very few patrons. 

Into the bar stepped as my arms hugged the portfolio against my chest. Boot over boot I continued further. How was it going to look with me there with Him? 

My legs froze and I stood there with my eyes glazing over. The idea of gossip seemed horrible. He was a married actor, I a single woman. The situation seemed strange but I needed to convince myself it was simply a casual thing where I was given the honor to sit and talk to the most stunning man in the entire world. 

Dammit.

"Pick a spot." His voice suddenly came out of nowhere from behind me.

I startled then nearly jumped to the side. My wide eyes darted and looked at Him. I caught my breath with a quick inhale.

He grinned then apologized, "Sorry."

I shook my head then nearly panted, "No, it's okay." I giggled at myself then tried to relax, "You just only scared the shit out of me, that's all."

He laughed then again apologized, "Again, sorry, wasn't my intention."

I had to comment with laugh, "Had myself a little closet monster moment there."

Again he laughed then questioned my meaning, "Closet monster?"

"Yeah," I slightly rolled my eyes as if He was supposed to know the reference, "Fright Night, Jerry, the closet, then creeping up behind Charley."

"Oh," He finally got it then stepped forward and questioned, "The bar okay?"

I nodded as He just kept walking towards the bar. My legs finally moved and I nearly scurried to catch up. 

He took a seat on a bar stool at the end of the crescent shaped bar.

I nearly had to climb onto the stool beside His then set the portfolio on top of the bar. 

The bartender stepped to us and asked, "What can I get for you." he looked at me, "Hey there again."

I giggled, "Hi."

The bartender asked me, "Tomato juice and vodka and dill pickle?"

I agreed with a nod, "Yep."

The Man ordered a drink then just simply grabbed the portfolio and started to flip through it.

Quietly I sat there as I eyed the pages He flipped. I noted, "There's some fan fiction art in there as well. Mostly photo manipulations."

He nodded.

The drinks arrived and I quickly grabbed mine, latched my lips to the straw and started to suck. I kept watching Him as He continued to quietly look at the images throughout the portfolio. 

Then I watched as He slowed His pace while sipping His drink. My head lifted and eyes strained to see where He was at. Ah oh, I thought, He reached the fan fiction art and I knew after those was the more racier stuff that included my depiction of Victor.

My eyes darted forward, afraid to watch. I sucked and sucked the vodka mixed drink through the straw, fourth one of that day. 

I heard Him chuckle. Yep, I assumed, He found the erotica cover art designs. My face started to blush, I felt the heat from embarrassment and the liquor fill my cheeks. 

"Hmm," I listened to Him hum then comment, "Interesting."

I simply hummed in agreement and refused to look at Him.

He asked, "You put my head on different bodies?"

I nodded, the drink halfway gone, then said, "Yes I did."

Then He asked, "And my heads, from Race Against Time, right?"

Again my head nodded and I confirmed, "Yep."

The portfolio was slid back in front of me. My eyes looked down at it. I was really, really embarrassed. Why had I allowed Him to see those? Was He now thinking I was some psycho obsessed fan? 

He commented, "Very interesting and well done." then He had to add, "And perhaps I should consider wearing fedoras." 

My eyes slowly shifted His direction. 

He sat there taking a sip of His drink with what I suspected was an amused grin. His eyes focused on me. 

Then I had to ask, "You think I'm nuts, don't you?"

He shook His head, swallowed while still grinning.

I gave Him a doubtful expression then accused, "Yes you do but I'm not." my head shook in denial, "I am simply a huge fan of yours who often uses you or your characters as creative inspiration." I gave a sharp nod, "That's all."

He quipped, "Inspiration."

My lips slightly gaped in response to His quip.

He immediately found more amusement and laughed at my expression.

Then I slyly said as my eyes looked forward, "Only if you knew."

Quickly He questioned, "What was that?"

"Nothing." I coyly said with the straw tucked between my lips.

He then asked, "Only if I knew what?"

Slowly my head shook side to side as I sucked more vodka infused tomato juice. I swallowed then somewhat mumbled, "This explains it all." I patted my hand atop the portfolio.

"Oh," He said then stated, "Perhaps I should take a closer look." 

The portfolio quickly disappeared. 

My eyes again shifted His direction and watched Him swiftly open the portfolio back to those more erotic images. His eyes quickly looked to me and I darted my eyes forward.

He slyly commented, "I don't think this explains it all."

Nonchalantly I shrugged, the final bit of my drink was sucked up then the glass was set on the bar top. 

Then He added to His comment, "It only gives some very interesting but blatant hints."

I simply replied, "Sure." then added, "Read the fan fiction, you'll get more very interesting but blatant hints." 

He stated, "I definitely plan on it," His voice paused then said, "Now."

My eyes again shifted His direction. 

He dug into His pants pocket then pulled out a wallet and announced, "In fact, I am going to retire for the night and relax," He tossed a bill on the bar top then said to the bartender, "Keep the change."

He slid off the bar then added to the unfinished announcement, "And read these more interesting but blatant hints."

My eyes widened when He looked at me with that damned amazing but secretive grin.

He said, "Goodnight, Georgia, and thank you for sharing this with me." the portfolio before me, "And, please, come again," He did that whole dramatic pause which made me hold my breath, "And visit my table tomorrow." 

He then simply left.

My eyes looked forward as I took a deep breath. My inner vixen quipped, damn straight I'll be cumming again once back inside the hotel room.



Where Dreams Cum True Ch. 04



I woke up to my requested morning wake up call from the hotel. There was a huge smile that crossed my lips because I had one hell of time yesterday and before falling asleep, had one hell of time with me, myself, and The Man in my head. 

The convention was opening its doors earlier that Saturday. I had to wake up bright and early to get myself together. I knew that day of dressing was going to be a tedious task from head to toe. And it began as soon as the coffee started to brew and after I ate the final slice of leftover pizza. 

There was a precise process to bring to life what had been recently coming from me the moment my eyes saw my ideal celebrity. Though risky, I was determined to create myself into the physical representation of my alter ego, Vivian Addams. There was no turning away from that concept for I had it planned months ago and worked tirelessly to gather everything needed. 

Bit by bit she came to life. 

In the mirror I watched myself become transformed. The vintage vixen became more and more prominent throughout my appearance. She emerged through the defined eyebrows, black cat-like eyeliner, and deep ruby red lipstick. 

Further she came to life through the vintage styling of my dyed black hair with a crimson rose clipped to the left side. 

More and more my inner Frankenstein she-monster became living and breathing through the cinched vintage corset made of black lace over black satin. It was my first time wearing an actual garter belt with thigh high black fishnet stockings. 

She became realized through the recently purchased fitted black pencil skirt with the Fright Night image. Then more so she developed with an off the shoulder vintage long sleeved blouse with built in fingerless gloves and a red wide vinyl belt cinching my waist. For the first time my physical dedication to Fright Night was visible, the red logo tattooed along the lifted roundness of my right tit. 

The final touch to my version of my personal Cosplay character were added. 

To my canines secured fangs were fixed then dramatically pale, nearly crystal blue contacts were strategically placed over my already blue eyes. 

And last but not least, a pair of killer peep toe Mary Jane's on my feet.

My eyes blinked. My lips smirked with approval. 

I stepped back away from the mirror to study my dramatic appearance. Then I greeted the complete package, "Hello, Vivian." I loudly laughed then struck a signature Vivian Addams figure enhancing pose with my hands on my hips. 

That day, I wasn't the only one dressed to impress. It was the day of the costume contest which I didn't enter. Also that evening at the after hour festivities was a beauty Scream Queen pageant, not entered neither. 

I entered the lobby, a whole different style of purse drape over my shoulder with a gothic theme. I headed toward the glass doors as I dug out my elaborate silver cigarette case. I had Vivian down to every little detail. 

Out the doors I stepped, the weather was still with a chill but thankfully the sun was out in abundance. 

I tucked the cigarette between my red lips and lit it up with my special occasion silver flip lighter then took a long drag. It felt a tad weird feeling those sexy fangs behind my lips but I had always dreamed of the day I could embrace my created altar ego that was designed for the Fright Night universe. 

Hmm, I thought, a vampire in the daylight without bursting in flames or sparkling. I giggled then heard a loud screech of excitement and surprise. My head turned as my eyes grew wide. 

Sarah came rushing my direction while nearly screaming. She was dressed like a zombie version of Princess slave Leia and behind her strutted her zombie Hans Solo. 

Sarah raced up to me, jumped up and down with her swirly slave bra bouncing. She shouted, "Oh my god, Georgia, look fucking awesome!"

Jake, aka Hans Dead Solo, stepped up to us with that cocky Hans demeanor. He lit up his cigarette while bobbing his head in approval. He greeted, "Hey, what's up, vamp?"

I laughed with a shake of my head then replied, "Nothing much." again I laughed, "What's up with you? Looking pretty rough there, Hans." 

Jake countered, "I had a rough night fighting zombie Ewoks and lost."

I giggled, "Yeah I can tell."

Then Jake had to add, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd had a run in with your main man Jerry Dandridge." His brows did a little suggestive dance.

Sarah nearly shouted, "Why didn't you enter the pageant?!"

I continued to laugh at Jake's comment then said, "I just didn't."

Sarah shook her head then stated, "Well, you should have."

I asked, "You two enter the costume contest?"

"Damn straight!" Jake firmly answered, "Me and my dead Leia are gonna win this shit." He put his arm around Sarah and pulled her against him.

"Well, with that kind of attitude," I spoke with a chuckle, "I think you two have a shot."

We finished our cigarettes then had to return to the convention entrance to get our butts in the RIP line. 

It was awesome seeing all those who had put in their best efforts for the Cosplay theme of that day. So many characters from all different genres. My 'costume' was obviously from the horror genre but questions were asked who I was supposed to be. I basically had to say, an original character and didn't elaborate too much because it would take forever. 

We RIPs bull shitted as we waited. 

I not once mentioned my one drink with The Man because I knew more questions would be raised and Jake would likely harass with quips and jokes. And as I stood there, the conversation being continued amongst them, I drifted off in thought. 

I was truly curious if The Man had actually taken the time to read that gifted fan fiction. 

"Oh shit, I didn't notice that before!" Sarah's voice shouted and removed me from my thoughts.

My eyes blinked and looked at her with question.

Sarah pointed at my boob tattoo and praised, "That's fucking awesome!"

I glanced down at the bold red filled Fright Night lettering. I placed my hand over it and sang, "Always close to my immortal heart." 

Those near us laughed as did Sarah and Jake.

Jake praised, "That's it, girl, get into character and impress the vampire shit outta that old man you're got the hots for!"

Sarah snapped at her boyfriend, "Jake!" 

Jake shrugged, didn't take no heed of being scolded, likely used to it. Then he commented, "Great placement." his head bobbed in agreement, "That's a strategic way to get him to eye your rack." He was thumped in the arm by Sarah's little fist. 

Sarah griped at him, "Better watch it, Hans, or some Darryl wannabe with a crossbow is gonna shoot you in that brainless head of yours." She flicked her finger against Jake's temple.

I laughed at Jake's expense, listened to him whine a little.

The announcement of RIP early entrance came.

We piled into the convention. 

I wasn't sure what to do first. But I decided I would strut the convention floor with my whole new demeanor and flaunt my physical transformation. 

As the previous day, people were amazing and friendly. Every passerby, we would compliment each other on our costumes though I would always get asked who I was. Eventually I got tired of being asked because I had to give the same vague answer each and every time. Simply I started to say, "I'm a damned vampire." 

Within the mass of vendors, I dilly dallied and eyed some of the amazing artwork and watched a few artists as they painted or drew. I was a portrait artist in my own right, but what they could do with color was beyond my capabilities. 

I continued to walk the vendor aisles and pass signing tables. There were a few people getting interviews with celebrities which perked my imagination. 

There was a desire to have an opportunity to interview Chris Sarandon with use of my southern bell vixen persona. I was curious to what it would take or how much to get an impromptu interview with Him. 

Amazing it would be to have that chance and I already knew what questions I would ask. Not your average every day celebrity questions. I loved the idea of just spewing random questions with a Vivian Addams cocky twist. The idea was really tempting and, I thought, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

I turned on my Mary Jane's and strut my way towards the section I knew He was located. Inside my purse was my intended second autographed photo option which I hopefully would surprise Him a bit more than the other had. 

A grin formed over my lips which had that slight Vivian pucker. The image on the photograph was very vivid and specifically chosen because of the impact it would have and the impact it always had on me for thirty years.

I slinked my way through the moving crowd with my peep toes aimed in His direction. Heel over heel my hips sashayed with an abundance of vixen confidence. Vivian was in full swing and there was no holding her back. I was Vivian for one day and decided to embrace her every quirk and cattiness. And in good old Vivian fashion, my hands lifted and gave my tits a good adjustment making sure the cleavage was perfect.

I steered my heels around the edge of a table then paused. 

The convention crowd wasn't at its max since the non RIPs weren't unleashed yet. His table was busy but not too busy. 

I stepped forward and moved to the end of the line for His table. One hand on my hip with the other tapping anxiously against my thigh, I felt eyeballs on me. 

My eyes shifted and there was one of The Man's costars with a big scruffy faced smile aimed at me. I felt a scowl form over my eyes then shook my head and looked forward at the back of some guy's head. 

The line moved but seemingly not fast enough, so I removed my compact from my purse and tube of lipstick. I took the waiting as a moment to touch up my lips. My freaky contact enhanced eyes focused on my lips' reflection as I nearly sensually reapplied a fresh red sheen. I slowly rubbed my lips together then frowned. 

That sense of eyeballs returned.

I snapped the compact closed, stuffed the items back into my purse. My head turned and eyes discovered that shabby once actor still eyeing me. I had a cocky idea since I was at the guy's lonely table. 

I removed my chosen photograph then leaned a bit with my big freaky eyes batting sweetly. I greeted the actor, "Hi."

He leaned into the table then greeted back, "Hey."

I then slyly requested with a dose of southern bell thick in my tone, "Do you think you could be a doll and do me a huge favor?"

His smile broadened then he nodded and agreed, "Sure thing."

"Oh, wonderful." I praised then reached the photograph out the guy.

He took the picture but the moment he looked his smile faded.

I asked, "Do you think Mr. Sarandon would have an issue signing that?" I delighted in his faded demeanor then stated, "Since you were in Child's Play with him, I figured you might have some insight."

He groaned, "I don't know." Then he quickly handed the photograph back to me.

I pouted my lips with false disappointment then thanked him, "Well, thank you anyways." 

With a pleased grin, I faced forward. 

My eyes looked down at the photograph which was the infamous moment when Jerry Dandridge stripped off the snap button shirt before Amy Peterson's virginal eyes. I praised aloud, "Lovely collarbones."

The line moved and I felt an impatient Vivian begin to brew. I stood with a hand firm on my hip while I tapped a Mary Jane against the carpeted floor while my right hand fingers tapped my nails against the back of the held photograph. 

Finally I reached His table. My eyes were again in target locked mode. I nearly felt the naughty gleam glimmering within my dramatic eyes. I continuously rubbed my lips together while I watched Him smile as He greeted each of His fans and persistently my mind praised every one of those smiles. 

Then I was finally noticed. 

His eyes first glanced by direction then returned to the fan before Him but quickly they darted back to me. It was obvious my appearance was unexpected which developed those lines between His groomed brows. 

My photographed hand holding hand lifted and with my fingers I gave Him a wave. 

Fan after fan, my eyes were persistently focused on Him as His would persistently glance at me as my likely prominent presence grew closer and closer. 

I reached and handed my payment to the assistant who gave me a huge smile. I flashed him a thankful wink. 

I stood behind the last guy before me and felt Vivian begin to blossom into full swing. I stood facing the man in front of me who was excitedly blabbing to the Actor. 

My eyes would shift to Him and when He glanced at me I simply rolled my eyes in gesture to the guy's lame compliments. Always the same movies over and over were mentioned, though they were wonderful, why not throw the Actor a fucking bone?

The guy requested my assistance for the photo op. I politely agreed then watched the guy stand beside the Actor. I blatantly requested, "Now give me that smile we all know and love!" 

Through the camera eye I watched, heard the Actor laugh, He shook His head at my request. 

I lowered the camera and put on my serious face then stated, "Seriously though." 

Again I eyed Him through the camera then snapped the fan's photo op. 

My assistance was ended and the buy eagerly thanked The Man then happily strolled away. 

My turn, I happily thought.

The Man remained standing then greeted, "Vivian Addams."

I smiled wide and gave a good glimpse of fangs. It was obvious someone read the fan fiction because otherwise, that name would never have come beautifully out His amazing mouth. 

I greeted, "Hello again." then I added, "I came." 

His brows lifted in response to my heavily suggestive statement. 

I reached out the photograph and said, "Please and thank you."

He took the photograph and one look He nearly belted out a laugh.

I planted a hand on my hip then stated, "I was not getting a typical Jerry Dandridge autograph."

He nodded as He cleared His throat then commented, "Well, you definitely got what you wanted, not typical." He set the photograph atop the table then leaned. He started to sign the photograph.

I leaned, brought my hands against the table with my arms pressed against the sides of my breasts, the Fright Night logo very visible along with my cleavage.

He took a bit to sign the photograph, my eyes tried to glimpse what He wrote. Then He finished but when He went to hand the autographed photo His eyes got a blatant eyeful of my chest adorned with the logo. His eyes blinked then looked to my grinning face.

I took the photograph then looked to what was written. My smirk broadened as my eyes read: Vivian, you're in the hands of a vampire, for real! Then His signature followed by the vampire's full name, Jerry Dandridge. 

I giggled because it was confirmed by what was signed that He definitely read the fan fiction titled In the Hands of a Vampire. 

I said, "Thank you very much." then my eyes looked directly into His and I made my crazy request, "What would I have to do get an interview you?"

His eyes frowned then he asked, "Interview me for what?"

My lips curved into a sly grin then I stated, "For my pleasure."

His arms crossed over His chest as He obviously thought about my request. 

I had to comment, "I know you're great with improv and have a great sense of humor."

He blinked then focused on me and stated, "No Pants Players."

My head slowly nodded then I asked, "So, am I going to have the opportunity to interview The Vampire?"

He took a deep breath.

I looked to the people to my right then asked, "Y'all don't mind do you? Could be fun to watch."

The people nodded and shrugged with a bit of encouragement.

Again I looked to the Actor put on the spot by me and my alter ego. 

He again took a deep breath then asked, "Are you wanting to record this interview?"

I gave a quick nod and explained, "Of course, not every day one gets to interview their dream."

He chuckled then nodded and gave His consent, "By all means, you may interview me."

"Good!" I said then dug out my digital camera and stepped behind the table on the Star's side. I handed the camera to the assistant who stood up and allowed me to have his seat. I sat down then was joined by The Man sitting beside me.

I said to the assistant, "When you're ready." then looked to The Man and said, "Just go with it, I know you can. And don't be surprised by what I ask."

He commented, "I doubt I will be."

I laughed then the assistant stated he was ready.

And so the interview with The Vampire began.

I offered my hand to the Actor and chimed with southern charm, "A pleasure, Mr. Sarandon, and a huge thanks for agreeing to this little interview."

He grinned and said, "Oh, the pleasure's all mine, Vivian." 

I rolled my eyes and quipped, "Of course it is." I giggled then stated, "Let's start simple, shall we?"

He gave a nod.

I started with question one, "Mr. Sarandon, what's your favorite color?"

His face looked at me with disbelief by the first question then filled with amusement. 

There was a laugh from the makeshift audience before the table.

He cleared his throat then seriously said, "Blue."

I rolled my eyes then commented, "Well, I was way off. I thought you would say something more along the lines of red, blood red." 

He shook his head then firmly stated, "My favorite color is blue."

"Okay, next!" I chimed then gathered the next question, "Oh, yes." I giggled then grew serious and asked, "Does this skirt make me look fat?"

His eyes blinked as another laugh sounded from somewhere in front of us. He cleared his throat then stated, "That's a trick question and I refuse to give an answer."

In character, my eyes narrowed at Him suspiciously then accused, "That's a blatant agreement that this skirt makes me look fat." I rose up with my hands on hips and glared down at him.

"Fine," He said then retracted His previous answer, "No," His eyes studied the skirt with His film's cover in black and grays, "The skirt does not make you look fat."

I gave a sharp nod, reseated then regained my faked composure and confidently stated, "Damn straight." 

Another few laughs sounded.

"Okay, next!" I cleared my throat then stretched my lips into a sweet smile, "Have you ever watched Twilight? And if so," my face became serious, "Why the hell did you?"

More laughs followed.

He pressed His lips together then shook His head, "No, I have never seen the films nor read the books.

My smile returned and praised Him with a pat on His knee then said, "Good because," I aimed my finger at Him, "You of all people should know that vampires do not sparkle in sunlight, they just simply," my hands lifted, "Go poof!"

People actually applauded my statement.

He gave an agreeing nod then stated, "Yes, I completely agree."

"Okay next!" I again chimed then asked, "Out of any of these three films of yours which is your favorite," I cleared my throat, "Fright Night?" another throat clear, "The classic Fright Night?"

More laughs sounded along with the sound of the Actor choking on His.

"And," I got really excited and clasped my hands together, "My personal favorite, Fright Night?"

His expression strained against the desire to belt out a laugh.

I quickly asked, "Well, which is it?" I sounded positively serious.

He deeply cleared His throat then gave the only answer available, "None of the above."

My mouth gaped in faked shock then I gasped with false surprise and asked, "I'm shocked, not even the third one?"

He shook His head and said, "No, sorry."

I huffed then looked at camera and rolled my eyes. 

I straightened my posture then announced, "Now, on a more personal note." I cleared my throat then looked Him directly in the eyes, "This is a multiple choice question."




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He nodded.

I gave the question, "Throughout your very impressive career you've portrayed a villain an awful lot." I nodded but with a pleased smile, "Now, why is that?" I lifted my hand and quickly stated, "These are your options and for my safety, I mean no offense to their meaning."

I took a deep breath then gave the options, "Okay, A: you're an asshole in real life?"

Someone belted out an extremely loud laugh.

His expression was somewhat filled with shock by option A.

I continued, "B: In real life you have this need for sexual domination which plays out in your character choices?"

His eyes grew wide with that option.

I continued as did the laughter, "C: I'm an actor, you stupid bitch, that's why?"

His eyes inched wider.

More laughter sounded.

I gave the final option, "D: All of the above?"

His eyes blinked and I saw the struggle to give an answer.

I sweetly patted His leg with sympathy and said, "That's okay, you may send me an entire written statement confirming any of those options." I smiled wide.

I announced, "Last question!" I cleared my throat then stated, "Another multiple choice." 

There was a type of dread in His eyes.

To ensure Him I said, "Don't worry this one's much easier."

He somewhat nodded.

I cleared my throat, straightened my posture then asked, "You're trapped in the elevator with me, what do you do?"

First option given, "A: Try to figure out how the elevator broke, you know she did it!"

More laughs from the audience.

Second option given, "B: Stand completely still, her vision is motion based?"

A series of laughter sounded.

I again watched Him start to grin.

Third option, "C: Pray to God for a miracle?"

Something about His facial expression changed along with the expression across His amazing eyes.

I cleared my throat and presented the final option, "And D: Be pleasant as possible and immediately exit the moment elevator again moves? Run!"

He momentarily pressed His lips together as if there was another option then gave it, "All of the above."

I again fake gasped, "Well," I sounded offended then nonchalantly shrugged, "Good answer." I nodded in agreement.

I decided to end the wonderful impromptu interview and again offered my hand to Him, "Thank you very much, Mr. Sarandon, for giving me such an honor."

He genuinely smiled as His hand took mine, "I found it, um, very amusing." Amazing, just simply amazing for what He said was directly from what Jerry Dandridge said to Peter Vincent concerning the horror show host's films. 

But I played with it for I knew Jerry Dandridge's true meaning of that comment. 

My eyes narrowed at Him then I jerked my hand from His and planted it on my hip. My head darted and eyes glared at the camera. I slashed my hand across my throat then angrily snipped, "Cut!"

The camera was turned off.

I belted out a laugh as those on the other side of the table applauded. 

I rose up from the chair and retrieved my camera from the assistant and thanked him. 

When I turned back around, The Man was on His feet with a pleased smile.

I praised with sincere thanks, "Thank you so much, that was awesome." 

He nodded in agreement then complimented, "Very well done." 

My thanks to Him not completed, I eagerly presented Him with a hug.

He gave me a wonderful embrace but included a whisper, "B." 

My eyes first frowned then slowly widened for I knew exactly what that implied. 

He drew back and looked me in the eyes followed by giving me a wink. 

My lips slightly gaped as my eyes blinked with surprise. I started to nod then scooted my way passed Him. I chimed, "Thank you again." 

His eyes followed me, a glint of His whisper's meaning clear. 

My third moment had come to an end, I gave Him a wave with my fingers then left the table. 

Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

My lips formed a wide grin as I felt the beam of Vivian envelop my eyes. 

The non RIP crowd was let onto the convention floor and everything became over crowded. I wove my way through the costumed people as they moved all different directions. My heart was in a pitter patter rhythm with my erratically heaving chest. I felt my tits press against the under corset with each quick breath.

I found my way into one of the fancy bathrooms and rushed up to the stretch counter of sinks. I leaned against the counter with my hands as I closed my eyes. Slowly I breathed, desperate to slow my heart rate and breathing pattern. 

That moment with The Man was beyond a rush or high. And to think, I had it on video.

I giggled as more women entered the bathroom. 

My eyes slowly opened then looked at my Vivian Addams dolled up reflection. Within the mirror I watched my lips form a fanged grin as that she-devil brightly glowed within my distorted eyes. She eagerly praised His highly suggestive whisper. So, my inner vixen's voice sang, The Man has a need for sexual domination. 

I hummed a reply to the thought comment, "Hmm, hmm."



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After freshening my up and taking care of some business, I left the bathroom then headed straight for a makeshift bar set up in a large display room. I purchased a drink then strolled around again throughout the convention until the costume contest was to begin.

The costume contest was hilarious and I wildly cheered on Jake and Sarah who unfortunately didn't win that shit like Jake confidently stated. 

After the costume contest, Jake and Sarah and I left and headed outside for a cigarette. 

The convention was to go on until about six in the evening, shutting down earlier than the night before but it had started earlier. We had time to kill. 

We walked together to the nearest fast food joint and I discovered it was a bitch trying to eat with those fangs. 

After eating we returned to the convention and enjoyed some discussion panels with some horror greats and voice actors. I couldn't count how many damned times we left to smoke a cigarette. But we had a blast, chumming with other costumed convention fanatics. I had the honor of meeting a few fabulous Drag Queens as well. 

Yet, throughout it all, I admittedly kept trailing back to that whispered answer in my ear. Though I tried to convince myself that it was answer for second multiple choice question, I knew it wasn't because that made no sense. Or, perhaps, my alter ego was determined to nail into my head He definitely meant option B for the first multiple choice question. Either way, it was always there throughout my thoughts the entire day. 

We left the final panel of the day having laughed our asses off the entire time. 

I stepped out of the doorway then over the moving heads I saw a familiar little man kinda looking around as if he were lost. The Man's neon green shirt wearing assistant was amongst the passing crowd.

My eyes frowned questioning what he was doing that had him so frazzled. Then his eyes spotted me through the weave of passerby convention goers and he literally lit up with a smile. 

My eyes continued to frown as I watched him literally shove through the crowd aimed for me. 

This guy popped out from the crowd nearly out of breath. He praised, "Thank god!"

I glanced at Jake and Sarah who looked just as confused as I was. Then I looked to the panting little man. 

He breathed with a sigh of relief then reached out his hand holding a folded piece of paper.

I looked at the paper then looked back to him and asked, "What is it?"

He shook his head then shrugged and answered, "I don't know, he told me to find you and give it to you."

There came a snicker from the two beside me.

With hesitation and uncertainty I lifted my hand then slowly slipped the paper from the guy's grip. 

"Okay," the guy said, "Later." He quickly spun and disappeared back into the river of people.

My eyes stared at the piece of paper as I nearly felt Jake and Sarah leaning against me in attempt to peek at the paper. 

Then Jake asked, "Is it from," he dramatically paused then with a dramatic tone said, "Him?"

I slowly nodded my head. I knew it was from Him but wasn't sure what the paper would contain. 

Jake practically breathed down my neck and like the devil on your shoulder, urged, "Open it, Georgia, open it."

Without looking, I swung my arm and struck the smart ass in the shoulder.

Then Sarah joined in with the growing chant, "Open it, Georgia."

My lips couldn't resist from grinning as I listened to their devilish chant continue. They practically crowded me with their encouragement. Instead of a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other, I had two devils urging me to open that paper in my hand. 

My lips pressed together then I shouted, "Alright, stop it!" 

They both laughed then they gave me an encouraged nudge against my shoulders.

"Gah," I whined then grumbled, "Y'all are pains in my ass."

My fingers unfolded the piece of paper. My eyes started to read and bit by bit I felt them widen with surprise while I felt my two spies lean against me. 

Was I reading it right? 

Then I heard devil number one, Jake, whisper in my ear, "What happens at Con, stays at Con."

I startled.

Sarah loudly shouted in my other ear, "Fucking do it!"

I jumped forward, spun around and looked at them with disbelief. I protested, "I can't."

Both turned into bobble heads.

I shook my head then leaned forward and whispered, "He's married."

Jake stated, "So am I."

I rolled my eyes then said, "Yeah," I pointed at Sarah, "To her."

Jake slowly shook his head.

My eyes shifted and saw Sarah shaking her head with an innocent smile. My jaw dropped as my eyes shifted back and forth between them. 

Jake took a step forward, planted a hand firmly on my shoulder then started the weirdest pep talk I had ever experienced until that moment, "You will be part of the long tradition with this Con where people come together once a year and live out their dreams or fantasies." he tried to look serious, "Georgia, you will be amongst the very few who have ever hooked up with a celebrity." he nodded, "Likely the first one to ever hook up with Him whose really old and He will likely keel over before another opportunity arises."

My eyes narrowed as I heard Sarah snicker. 

Jake cleared his throat of an obvious laugh and continued with his ridiculousness, "Tonight, do this man a favor and throw him the biggest bone which he probably hasn't had since his last Viagra prescription."

My lips gaped in shock to the horrible insult Jake just gave The Man. 

Jake took a deep breath then urged, "Live your dream, Georgia. Live your fantasy though likely that fantasy has likely starred a lot, I mean a lot younger and not so gray beard version of Him." 

Jake suddenly screeched for Sarah slugged him in the upper arm. He grabbed his arm as he stomped the floor while grumbling.

Sarah stepped before me, grabbed my shoulders then said, "No matter how stupid, moronic, and completely tool-ish Jake sounded," she sweetly smiled, "He's right, Georgia, this is where dreams come true for a lot of us. Your dream is waiting for ya."

My dream? My fantasy? 

My wide eyes watched Sarah begin to nod. Slowly my head started to nod with hers. 

She continued to sweetly smile through the pretty zombie makeup and said, "Jake's right, what happens here at Con, does stay at Con."

My nod became more definite.

My dream. My fantasy.

My head gave a final sharp nod then I turned on my Mary Jane's. 

With one final encouraging action, Sarah patted my shoulder.

My right Mary Jane stepped forward followed by the left. 

Jake's voice called out in Rob Schneider fashion, "You can do it!" then he added a bit of Little Nikki, "Bite his freaking head off!" 

My eyes focused forward as my Mary Jane's marched me through the short cut towards the lobby. Everything, the passing faces and the corridor walls were a blur as my eyes developed that focused tunnel vision. I nearly felt her inside me sexually dancing with excitement. The note in my hand was crumbled then crammed into my purse, every instructing word memorized. 

I neared the lobby, the karaoke ruckus from the lounge muffled by my minds one focus. My eyes focused forward. I felt her take over, my body's motion shifted into a sexual gear with a confident sashay about my hips by the manner my legs expertly strut my heels one over the other. My hands lifted and gave a final adjustment of my tits. 

The lobby reached, I went to a complete stop. My eyes scanned over the moving bodies in search for the target. From the right my eyes slowly scanned and shifted to the left. Target located.

My Mary Jane's twisted and aimed their peep toes towards the lobby seating. The target in sight, I kept moving forward with that ultimate vixen sashay about my hips. The closer I came, the slower my strut moved as daring Vivian filled me completely and rared to burst out. My lips formed that signature puckered grin and eyes remained locked on target. 

He casually sat on one of the few fancy gray sofas while on His cell phone. 

I stepped behind a sofa adjacent from the one He sat. 

His eyes shifted and looked to me. He grinned then to whomever was on the call He said, "Gotta go." He rose up off the sofa still with a grin.

With a hand on my hip I questioned, "You wanted to see me?"

He gave sharp nod then stepped away from the sofa and said, "Yes."

With a smile I asked, "Well, why did you want to see me, Mr. Sarandon?"

He stepped around the sofa I stood behind then stepped up to me.

I shifted and faced Him, my other hand planted on my other hip.

He said one word, "Dinner."

I played my cards and dealt a dose of coy then questioned, "What about dinner?"

His eyes frowned with suspicion, obviously detected my coyness.

"Oh," I giggled then rolled my eyes as if I were slow to catch on and said, "Oh, dinner." I gave Him my own suspicious eye and asked, "Are you asking me to have dinner with you?"

He simply nodded, still frowned at me.

"Well," I chimed then pointed at my mouth indicating the fangs, "These aren't exactly easy to eat with."

His lovely mouth formed that familiar pucker then He firmly stated, "Then remove them."

My eyes blinked wide, swore there was more of a demand in His tone than statement.

He quickly explained, "There's a cab already on the way." He slightly leaned nearer then urged, "So, remove them."

My head nodded then I chirped, "Okay." I lifted my hand with my finger erect then said, "Give me a minute." I pointed my finger in the direction of the lady's room.

He gave me a time limit, "Five minutes."

"Well," I sounded a bit surprised then commented, "Aren't you demanding."

He grinned then repeated, "Five minutes."

I quickly agreed, "Okay fine." I somewhat huffed then stepped around Him but made a quick quip, "B is right." I heard Him chuckle.

I went directly to the lady's room.

Those fangs were a pain in the ass, it nearly took me the entire five minutes to remove them. 

I hurried out of the lady's room afraid I would miss my cab ride into fantasy land. But I found Him near the lobby doors with His arms sternly crossed in an impatient manner. 

To the lobby doors I strutted, He opened the door for me then I sauntered into the breeze way then pushed my way out into the chilly night air. 

A cab was parked and waiting. 

Awe, He was nice and opened the cab door for me. I got into the cab, the door slammed and my eyes blinked. Reality set in. 

Hot Damn, I was taking a cab ride with The Man! The Man was taking me out to dinner! 

Then the questions started.

What did that situation mean? What might possibly transpire from any of that? 

My thoughts were interrupted the moment the other cab door slammed. 

He gave the name of the destination to the cabby. 

I instantly forget the name of the restaurant the moment the cab pulled away from the front of the hotel. My eyes widened because I was in the back of a cab with HIM!

There was a bit of awkwardness developed inside me because that moment seemed like a dream and at any moment I would abruptly wake up. 

I took a breath then needed to break the silence and asked, "So, um, I take it you read the fan fiction, huh?" 

Almost painful, my eyes shifted and looked over at Him. Whoa, I thought, He was looking at me with those lady killer eyes of His.

He nodded then said, "Yes." then He smartly asked, "What gave it away?" 

My eyes slightly narrowed in response to His smart question. Ignoring His obvious ability to be a smart ass, I had to ask, "So, what did you think?"

Those lips of His formed into that signature slanted grin and within His dark eyes there was a bit of devilish Jerry Dandridge. Then He presented me with a comment in a question combo, "How do you think I should respond to such a very sexual interpretation of Jerry Dandridge's past fling?"

"Oh," I said then smirked and stated, "Ah, but you are mistaken with the assumption it was just a fling."

His brow furrowed, those centered lines perfect, then He inquired, "And why is that?"

I adjusted my butt on the back seat and aimed my knees His direction. I cleared my throat then announced, "There are plenty more tales concerning Vivian and Mr. Dandridge. Plenty." then I added, "It should have been clear it wasn't their first meeting."

He gave a nod then agreed, "Yes, there was a hint." then he asked, "Why hadn't you given me the entire series then?"

I quickly stated, "That would be like giving you an entire book."

He slightly laughed then commented, "Hmm, I can only imagine, from what I've already read, what other interesting scenarios you've written concerning Vivian Addams." he added, "And a truly interesting character she is."

My head proudly nodded in agreement then said with pride, "Yes she is! My greatest creation for the Fright Night Universe!"

Then He gave an observational question, "Is that because she's you?"

My lips puckered with thought. There really wasn't much to think about because Vivian Addams was my alter ego. I nodded and confessed, "Yeah, she is."

His eyes made a quick study of me then looked into mine and He stated, "And right now, you are Vivian Addams personified."

My bare shoulders shrugged then I responded, "To the best of my ability, yes."

Then, with that familiar sly tone, He commented, "Job well done." 

I proudly beamed, straightened my posture with pride then with that southern bell charm, "Well thank you kindly." 

He chuckled just as the cab pulled into the parking lot of the chosen restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't anything fancy but was far from shabby. Yes, I got some odd looks because my freaky contacts were still in my eyeballs. Yet, something told me that my entire appearance kind of got me the weird looks. Or, perhaps, was it the fact that I was dining with Him? 

The entire experience was remarkable. 

I lived one of my dreams to actually sit and talk casual with the Actor. And I made certain His many other films were discussed, especially Forced March but I also made the point to bring up many others I adored, not including Fright Night. 

Yes, I couldn't help but praise Him for His duel roles where He portrayed lookalikes, A Tale of Two Cities as Charles Darnay and Sydney Carton then The Resurrected as Charles Dexter Ward and Joseph Curwen. 

Had I impressed Him with my knowledge of His extensive career?

Well, I wasn't sure but it was simply amazing to just sit and converse with Him. 

That dream moment neared its end.

He inquired, "You're in the pageant, right?"

Instinctively I belted out a laugh, hadn't considered myself pageant material though many that day said I should have entered. I shook my head and simply said, "Nope."

He frowned then with some type of surprise asked, "Why didn't you?"

I shrugged then answered, "Just never considered it. There's plenty real beauty scream queens entered and my talents aren't actually pageant worthy."

Then He shockingly quipped, "Burlesque." An obvious reference to the fan fiction.

I laughed with a shake of my head then stated, "That was last night but I wasn't involved."

"Hmm," He hummed then commented, "What a shame. I might have actually attended the pageant."

Again I laughed then said, "Well, there's no reason why you still can't."

He shook His head then stated, "No, there's no reason for me to attend." His daring eyes grinned, "Not one of them would be as interesting as if, perhaps, you were entered."

My eyes frowned. Why in the hell was He hitting on me? Why me? 

There came the sound of His cell phone as it vibrated on the tabletop.

He huffed then retrieved the cell but only glanced at it. There was obvious annoyance He expressed but He simply ignored the call and set it back atop the table. 

I urged, "Feel free to answer it, I don't mind."

He shook His head then asked, "Are you ready?"

I gave a nod then we left the restaurant but had to wait for another cab.

Outside the restaurant I asked, "Mind if I smoke?"

He shook His head and said, "Not at all."

For some underlining Vivian Addams reason, I whipped out my sleek black cigarette holder accessory. I moistened the tip of the cigarette and tucked it into the holder, took a few smiling glances at the Actor. 

He looked nearly amused by my detailed representation to the character He read in the pages of that fan fiction tale. 

I took a drag then exhaled from the corner of my lips. 

He commented, "You definitely have Vivian down to the very smallest detail."

With that Vivian vocal and hand rested against my chest, I replied, "It would be wrong if I didn't, would it not? For I am the one who created her." then I added with a slight pout, "But unfortunately I lack the ass long hair."

He chuckled with amusement then smartly stated, "Jerry Dandridge created her."

I giggled then had to comment, "Why, Mr. Sarandon, you flatter me because it's evident that you read my fan fiction quite thoroughly."

He amusingly sang, "Why yes I did."

I smirked then a question came to mind as I took another lengthy drag from the cigarette holder, "I am curious," I exhaled then stated my question, "I have noticed in certain films where your character smokes. Quite convincing I must say." I flicked an ash, "I always had this assumption you are or were a smoker."

"Hmm," He hummed then replied, "No one has never commented on my smoking performances."

I grinned, "Details, Mr. Sarandon, details." I somewhat pointed at my freaky eyes and confidently stated, "I have an eye for detail for I am an artist after all."

He nodded in agreement then commented, 'I'm curious to how many details you've noticed that others haven't."

The cab rolled up.

He, being an obvious gentleman, opened the cab door for me.

I stepped up to the cab, removed the cig then dropped it to the walkway. I crushed the cig with the sole of my Mary Jane's then, before getting into the cab, replied to His comment, "You just might be surprised."

He chuckled then simply said, "Good."

I dropped the cigarette holder into my purse as He got into the cab then fetched my lipstick and cigarette case. I flipped the cigarette case open then reapplied a fresh coat of red over my lips. I pressed my lips together then closed the case and tucked the items into my purse. 

My head turned then I smiled and thanked Him, "Thank you very much for dinner."

He gave a nod then said, "Thank you for accepting."

My eyes frowned then I commented, "Honestly, I think I had no choice."

"Oh," He again looked amused and inquired, "Why is that?"

The cab left the restaurant.

"Hmm," I hummed with fake thought then explained, "Well, for one you are Chris Sarandon and how rude it would've been of me to decline and miss such an opportunity." I gave a nod then added, "Then again, if I had declined likely you would have told me I had to accept without option." 

He hardily chuckled then with a familiar Jerry melody sang, "Oh really?" 

I again hummed, "Hmm, hmm." I smirked then reminded, "Don't forget your 'whisper in my ear' answer for that particular multiple choice question." I quipped, "B." 

He again chuckled in response to my reminder.

My own sly grin formed over my lips then I had to smartly add, "I'm expecting a full written explanation for your answer." 

Then He surprisingly gave a suggestive question, "Why not a physical demonstration?"

I gasped then looked at Him with surprise and gave Him another very important reminder, "That's highly inappropriate because, well, you're married."

He huffed, perhaps annoyed by the mention of He being in deed married and for over twenty years though it was His third marriage. There was a definite conflict about His very expressive features. 

He took a deep breath then aimed His eyes at me and, seemingly, reluctantly agreed, "Yes, I'm married."




Where Dreams Cum True Ch. 05



I quickly said, "There, you're married. End of story."

He interjected, "But..."

I quickly interjected, "No buts!"

He actually growled.

My wide eyes looked at Him then I stated, "You actually just growled at me." I suspiciously eyed him.

His eyes remained focused on me, such a strange but exciting expression engulfed them. Then in a type of interrogation of my motives He asked, "Why are you here in the back of this cab with me, hmm?" 

My mouth slowly opened, the answer slowly developed but what came out was an obvious answer, "Because you asked, kinda." then I smartly added, "And I would have gotten lost if I attempted to walk back to the hotel." An innocent smile crossed my lips with a shrug about my shoulders.

Honestly, I tried avoiding, perhaps, the truth of my motives or intentions. Also, I tried to avoid His motives or intentions. 

His face became serious, reminiscent of that serious face I witnessed numerous times in Fright Night. Then with a very familiar serious voice I heard used against the Fright Night character Charley Brewster, He asked, "Then what about yesterday and earlier today, hmm?"

I quickly mumbled back, "What?"

A doubtful expression frowned His eyes, He wasn't fooled by my dumb act, then another question, "Are you trying to tell me that you, at any one of those moments, weren't at all intentionally flirting with me?"

Slowly my head started to shake side to side then slowly the shaking shifted into nodding.

His head started to nod as another one of those amazing grins formed over His lips. 

"Okay!" I nearly griped then confessed, "Sure, yeah, I was flirting." then I accusingly aimed my finger at Him, "And you were flirting with me!" 

He blatantly agreed, "Yes I was."

Then I questioned Him in return, "Fine, why were you, huh?"

He actually chuckled as if He truly got a kick out of my question. He cleared His throat then took a deep breath followed by a deep huff. 

My hands tossed up and I snipped, "Come on, out with it!" 

He shook His head then stated, "Should be obvious." 

His eyes again looked at me, the amusement quickly dissolved and was abruptly replaced with an unexpected expression. 

He moved from His spot on the backseat of the cab.

At my side of the backseat, I leaned back against the cab door as He made His way across the backseat moving my direction. 

I questioned, "What are you doing?"

Oh shit! Holy shit! Oh my god!

My eyes were wide as I pressed back against the cab door because lips I only dreamed about and watched kiss many other women on my television had found mine. Shock, yes, it was shock because I felt frozen stiff from head to toe with my eyes so wide I thought they would go popping out of their sockets. 

Oh, I knew it was wrong. But what was a woman to do when the best damned good looking Man I have ever seen in movies was kissing me? How could I seriously deny that it was beyond my expectations? 

I was a woman. I was a damned woman! And, dammit, all my life that Man floated my damned boat more times I could count without physically being in my presence! What the hell was wrong with wanting my boat to float for real?! 

Oh, so that's what Amy Peterson experienced in Fright Night. Wait, that's what Karin Swann got a taste of numerous times in Temptress, five sexy times to be exact. Oh wow, that's what all those actresses had experienced throughout His career. Wow. Just wow!

He drew back.

Every inch inch of my body felt like Jello, good old wobbly Jello, hopefully cherry flavored. 

My eyes opened, never realized they closed, and before them were the most heavenly dark brown eyes in showbiz and they were looking into mine. Very slowly I swallowed. I swore He stole my damned voice and likely my soul. Yep, I thought, I was going to hell for sure.

His eyes glanced down, likely eyed my heaving chest with His movie's logo tattooed on the right tit. Back to my eyes His returned. The darkness that was lust within His glorious eyes sent a damned excited quiver all the way down my stiff spine. 

Oh shit, again! Holy shit, again! Oh my god, again!

Again, really?

Yes, again!

He kissed me again which made my forever damnation definite. Yet, that second time I was far from frozen stiff. That inner vixen no longer was inside, she oozed outward and embraced her likeness then took complete control. Actually I believe I let that vixen take control and I eagerly returned that 'holy shit' kiss with a pent up passion I never realized was so damned pent up. 

Oh hell! Holy hell! Oh damn me to hell!

Not just His lips touched me, His damned hand slapped against my crossed thigh. Well, the hand that I've witnessed guide Amy Peterson's to touch His butt was on my thigh. Take that back, my mind screamed with pure excitement, that hand had moved and found my ass. 

Then the cab slowed and turned onto the hotel entrance.

He drew back.

I believe I had held my breath that entire second go around with kissy heaven and released it. 

He quickly asked, "Do you have pen?"

Pen? I asked myself in thought. What the fuck was a pen?

Oh, a pen! 

My brain returned functional and head bobbed. I dug into my purse as the cab pulled before the lobby doors. I whipped the pen out with a smile of success. 

He snatched the pen.

My eyes widened as they shifted downward and witnessed numbers be blatantly written across the top mound of my left tit. 

He finished then looked me firmly in the eyes and stated, "That's my room number." He scooted His way back to the other side of the seat, "Use it if you want." 

He quickly handed the cab fee to the driver then got out of the cab. 

My eyes stared down at my tit. My head screamed, Chris fucking Sarandon just autographed my tit with His damned room number!

The cab door came open.

I couldn't pry my eyes off my own tit as I slowly got out of the cab. Then I startled a bit the moment the cab door closed. My eyes blinked and when I finally looked up He already entered the lobby breezeway. 

The cab left as I stood there blinking in shock. 

Suddenly came some seriously loud whistles. 

My head darted to the right and discovered Jake and Sarah amongst other smokers. 

I pried my heel off the walkway and numbly made my way towards them as I dug out my cigarettes. My hands trembled as I tucked the cig between my lips then shakily lit it up. 

I reached the two grinners as I inhaled deep and long. 

Jake and Sarah stared at me with their grins frozen place.

My entire body started to tremble, a mix of cold and reaction to being macked on twice by Chris fucking Sarandon. Even my exhale was shaky then I groaned, "Holy shit fucker." 

Both Jake and Sarah belted out loud laughs.

Jake quickly asked, "So, how was it?" His brows did that little suggestive dance.

My eyes blinked then I said with a shaky tone, "How was what?"

Jake frowned then changed up his question, "How was he?"

My head shook, partly from cold, then I mumbled, "He was nice."

Jake groaned, not satisfied with the answer then commented, "Well, I was hoping for something more juicy since," he pointed at my face, "Your lipstick is smeared." then he pointed at my boob, "And that's a definite room number on your tit."

Sarah nearly cheered as she jumped up and down clapping.

My eyes looked down at my boob then I nodded and said, "Yep, that's a definite room number."

Sarah excitedly asked, "So, you're gonna, aren't ya?"

My eyes frowned as they shifted upward and looked at her giddy expression. I asked, "What are you guys? My pimps?"

Jake quickly quipped, "Only if he's actually paying."

My mouth dropped open with smoke slowly drifting passed my gaped lips.

Thud, Sarah slugged Jake's arm and scolded, "That's mean!"

Jake shouted, "Son of a bitch!"

Sarah shook her head then looked to me with a softer smile, "But seriously, are you going to go, well, see him?"

I slowly shook my head and said with confusion, "I don't know."

Jake took a step forward, his arm done hurting, and placed a hand on my shoulder then said, "You have to do that man a serious favor because I just saw one of his costars head to the hotel with a chick." he nodded then encouraged, "You can't allow someone like your main man not get any when that little fucking prick is getting some." 

My head continued to shake and I commented, "You're fucked in the head, Jake."

Jake nodded with a serious expression then agreed, "Yes, that I am."

I dropped the cigarette to the walkway then crushed it with the grind of my heel. 

Jake again spoke, "You have two choices." his voice was serious, "Either you put yourself through the torment of the pageant or," he sighed, "You march your ass into the hotel, take the elevator to," he paused to read my tit, "Then go to floor fourteen then to room thirty-five." 

Thud, Jake was again slugged by Sarah.

Jake yelled, "Mother fucker!" He spun while cradling his punched arm.

Sarah sweetly said, "Georgia, you do what you want, whatever you want."

I nodded.

Sarah sweetly smiled, "Whatever you decide on, we ain't gonna judge." she leaned closer and whispered, "You do what feels right even if it seems wrong."

Again I nodded as my eyes drifted in direction of the lobby doors. My mind repeated Sarah's words. 

I knew what happened in that cab felt right but seemed wrong. Yet, I was somewhere that dreams come true and many of those dreams had already come true. I questioned myself, should I be greedy with those other dreams?

My eyes blinked then I looked to Sarah and smiled. I said, "I'm gonna go to my room for a bit."

Sarah simply held her sweet smile and nodded.

I nodded then turned and headed for the lobby doors. Through those doors I moved then aimed myself for the elevator.