by C. T. Sloan
James is one of those actors who looks unwashed and scruffy. He has that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude that I loved so much when I was in High School. Even though I am 21, James’ look is still doing it for me. The actor grabs a glass of scotch and looks over in my direction. My face is red. Oh fuck! He is looking right at me.
The biggest star in Hollywood walks right up to me. I want to ask for an autograph. “You look lonely,” he says to me.
I sigh. I can’t even string two words together. “Thank you. It’s an honor to meet you.”
“It’s an honor to meet you,” James says as he looks me up and down. Oh wow, I’ll do him right here in the middle of The Polo Lounge.
“You want something to drink?” he asks me.
“Sure. Um, I would like a martini.”
James cuts through the crowd at the bar and instantly gets my drink for me. The bartender knows better than to keep James waiting. The hot movie star hands me my drink. My hands are shaking and I’m afraid that I am going to spill the drink all over my tiny dress. As I sip the drink, I stare into James Rivers’ deep blue eyes. I imagine myself riding his naked, sweaty body. Then I look to the right and see the handsome stranger staring back at me.
Oh wow. What do I do? I am obsessed with my anonymous lover. He is passionate, crazy and a man’s man. But I have James Rivers right in front of me. If I were to blow off James, that would be the ultimate display of obedience to my anonymous lover. But how could I say “no” to the one movie star I’ve had a crush on my entire life?!
James looks out at the patio. “Come on. Let’s get some fresh air,” the movie star says to me as he puts his right hand over my shoulder. I am turning to jelly. I can’t say no to Johnny. I don’t have to look back at my anonymous lover to know that he has steam shooting out of his ears.
“So are you an actress?” Johnny asks me.
“No.”
“You could be an actress. You’re cute.”
“Oh my goodness. Thank you,” I say nervously.
I feel Johnny place one of his hands down around my ass. It feels nice. He looks at me like he wants to fuck. And I am more than willing to say, “yes.”
I look into James Rivers’ eyes. He seems a little drunk and then I look around the Polo Lounge and see a bunch of other girls who look like they are ready to ride that “A” list stallion. Something tells me that I would just be a number in this superstar’s notch. As much as I would like to fuck this movie star, I don’t want to lose my anonymous lover. Sure my fling with the stranger may not last forever. But I have more feelings for him than I do with the actor.
I look at James Rivers and do something that I never thought I would do in my lifetime. I turn down the superstar. He looks at me like I am crazy. I turn my head and look over at my anonymous lover, who has been watching us like a hawk. I walk over to my alpha stud and sit on his lap.
This doesn’t go over too well with James Rivers. The superstar actor walks over to us and acts like he is ready to throw down. The bad boy actor has been known to get into his share of bar fights and he doesn’t look like he is unafraid to cause a scene in the middle of The Polo Lounge.
“Are you trying to fucking play games with me?!” James says as he loses his cool.
“She’s not interested,” my alpha lover says to the superstar.
“Fuck you!” James retorts.
At this point, I’m just waiting for fists to get thrown. My anonymous lover doesn’t take the bait. He is calm, cool and collected. He is not even breaking a sweat. He looks at James Rivers like he is a nobody. James, on the other hand, looks like he is ready to go thermonuclear.
“Who the fuck are you? You’re a nobody!” James says to my anonymous lover. “You’re probably just some asshole trust fund kid. Fuck you and fuck your stupid whore girlfriend.”
My anonymous lover slowly takes me off of his lap and says to James, “Fuck my what?”
“Yeah, fuck your...” James screams. Before the actor can finish that sentence, my anonymous lover extends his right hand and puts the actor in a chokehold. The superstar drops to his knees. Hie face turns red. I just stand there in complete shock. My anonymous lover is slowly squeezing the life out of one of the most famous people on the planet. At this point, I am convinced he is going to kill him.
James’ face is turning blue. The superstar is foaming at the mouth. A couple of women begin to scream. My anonymous lover lets go of the superstar. James crumbles to the ground, flopping around The Polo Lounge carpet like a fish out of water. My anonymous lover grabs me, by the hand, and whisks me out of the lounge. My adrenaline is pumping.
We sneak into one of the elevators. Before the doors close, my anonymous lover starts tearing off my dress. I’m lifted off my feet. The handsome stranger runs his mouth and tongue across my tits. I wrap my legs around his body. I dig my fingernails into his hair. The handsome stranger runs his tongue all over my chest. He is so aggressive right now that I can’t help but be turned on. He kicks the emergency stop button on the elevator and drives me to the ground.
I open my lover’s shirt and proceed to lick and suck on his nipples. I get so carried away that I bite down on his right nipple. He slams my head down on the floor and removes his shirt. The alpha stud is not screwing around. He orders me to stay on the floor while he removes his clothing. When my lover’s underwear comes down, I see he is more than happy to take me right now!
The handsome stranger pins my legs behind my ears and licks me at full speed. I moan and cry as my lover has his way with me. I am turned onto my stomach and then placed on my hands and knees. I feel my lover’s teeth sink into my ass. My nipples get pinched. My hair gets pulled. Then I feel that forearm come across my neck. My alpha lover starts to fuck me from behind. He pumps me so hard that my head begins to bump into the elevator wall in front of me.
“Ow. Ow!” I exclaim as my forehead hits the oak paneling of the elevator wall. The alpha stud pulls my hair until my neck snaps back. Well, at least my head isn’t hitting the wall anymore. I feel that dick go deep into me. “Fucking take my dick!” my alpha lover growls as he spanks my ass. The stud pins my head down on the elevator floor. I feel him over me. He pushes that hard dick all the way inside of my body. He drives that cock, into me, at full speed. I cry out like I’m being murdered.
A loud buzzing suddenly fills up the elevator car. “Dammit!” my lover screams. He pulls me up by my hair. Then he pushes the “3” button. “We’re going to have to finish this in the room,” he says. The elevator doors open. We pick up our clothes and walk down the hallway completely naked. My lover spanks me in the ass as we walk to the hotel suite. I look back and grab his cock. While the handsome stud tries to find his key card, I drop to my knees and begin to suck him off.
“Oh yeah!” My anonymous lover moans as he drops his pants. He’s not looking for that key card any longer. I continue to suck off the stud right in the middle of the hotel hallway. Neither of us care if we are caught. We are both driven into a carnal frenzy that makes everything else secondary to our own sexual pleasure.
I deep-throat my lover. He screams. Then he picks me up and turns me around. He starts to fuck me from behind. I grab onto the wall and take every inch he has to give me. My lover grabs my hips and rams me at full speed. I am ready to cum. He is ready to cum. My lover and I scream as we reach orgasm together. I lean back and feel the alpha stud’s hands all over my body. After a minute, he finally picks up his pants and finds the key card. We both stagger into the hotel suite and find our way to the master bathroom.
My lover fills up the bathtub. He orders up a bottle of champagne and leaves strict orders that the bottle be left in an ice bucket outside of our door. It sounds like we are going to be together for a while. Finally, I think we my anonymous lover is beginning to get comfortable around me. We hop into the bath. I offer to wash off my lover’s body. He says, “Go for it.” Yipee! I can’t get enough of this man’s body.
The handsome stranger lies in front of me. I run
a sponge across his chest and his strong, flat stomach. Then I spend some quality time on that unstoppable machine between his legs. As I begin to get him off, I kiss him on the back of his neck. “Thank you for defending my honor down there,” I tell my lover.
“He deserved it.”
“I’ve never had a man fight for me before.”
“You probably are not used to dating men.”
“You can say that. How did you learn to choke a guy out like that?”
“21 years of martial arts training. I started out when I was 10.”
“You must be a super black belt or something.”
“Third degree black belt. Not that it is a big deal. I had to learn at a young age.”
Now, that is interesting. I can’t help but probe into that little bit of information. “Why would a ten year old have to learn martial arts?”
“There was a kidnap threat against me.”
“At ten?!”
“Yeah, when I was in school in Geneva. There was a group of ex-Soviet soldiers who went around kidnapping the children of wealthy families. They would demand multi-million dollar ransoms. Since the families didn’t want any trouble, they would pay. My family doesn’t pay ransoms.”
Geneva? Child kidnappings? Ransoms? Wealthy family? This man has had one heck of an upbringing.
“Your family must be really powerful.”
“I’m not going to get into that anymore. I’ve already said too much.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to probe. Just wanted to do a little chit-chat.”
The alpha stranger leans down and places his head against my chest. “I understand. Perhaps, I have been a little too strict about not getting into each other’s lives. There are just some things that are better left private, for both of our sakes.”
We continue to wash off each other’s body. The handsome stranger gets up and lets me wash his cute little ass. Then he does the same for me. He gives me a delightful little spanking. Then we towel ourselves off and hop into bed. Now, things are getting a little unusual. I am perfectly expecting the alpha stud to leave me in the hotel alone. This time, however, he seems really comfortable around me. I guess an intense experience like choking someone out followed by elevator sex, topped off with a bath will do that to anyone.
The handsome stranger turns on the TV. We begin to watch “Keeping up with the Kardashians.” Yes, I admit that this is one of my favorite shows. And don’t judge me, you know you watch it as well! To my surprise, the handsome stranger seems to be really into it. He puts his arm around me and squeezes my breasts when Kim appears on screen. “Do you know any of them?” I ask.
“I met Kim. Pre-sex tape.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah, she interviewed at my office. Our family knew her father so we were going to give her a nice little desk job.”
“Then what happened?”
“She wanted to get a job in the industry. Entertainment industry to be precise. I guess she didn’t want to be around a bunch of finance people. The one thing I remember was that Kim looked like she was going to be a star. You know, we hire some people who really want to be actors and singers. But you can tell they aren’t going to make it. You could tell Kim was going to make it. She just seemed like she has that drive. Personally, I do everything I can to avoid attention.”
As the handsome stranger explains his encounter with Kim, I make a note that he’d mentioned his office deals with finance. Perhaps I shouldn’t care either way. However, the more we talk, the more he reveals about his life.
After the show is over, my lover smacks the top of his head. “Fuck. I forgot the champagne.”
“That’s okay,” I tell him.
He hops out of the bed and walks his luscious naked body across the hotel suite. He opens the door and brings in the ice bucket with the bottle of bubbly. The handsome stranger looks at the bucket, which is sloshing around in ice water. “Ah, it’s not at the right temperature. One can not open a bottle when it has been ruined.”
I stand up and give my lover a hug. “It doesn’t matter. Being with you is all the refreshment I need.”
The handsome stranger runs his fingers through my hair. We just embrace in the middle of the hotel room for a full minute. For the first time, I feel a moment of affection from a guy I’ve fucked around with three times already.
“I’m sick of being in hotel suites. Let’s go do something outside.”
Before I can question the handsome stranger, I find myself getting dressed. The alpha stud puts on his suit, grabs my hand and takes me out into the hall. “After our little incident downstairs, it’s probably a good idea to seek some fun outside of the hotel.”
“I would concur,” I say with a giggle. We head down to the lobby. The handsome stranger hands his car ticket to the valet. Less than a few minutes later that cool black Ferrari pulls out. Now my heart is racing. I have never been inside a Ferrari before!
The alpha stud gets into the car and advises that I put on my seatbelt. My lover speeds out of the hotel’s driveway and races down Sunset Boulevard. I can hear the engine of the exotic car scream as my alpha lover hits 85 on the winding road. I almost want to scream out of fear and excitement but I don’t want to break my lover’s concentration. He races past cars going half his speed. The alpha stud blasts around the curves as though he is racing against the clock. My guess is that he drives like this all the time.
“Do you ever worry about speeding tickets?” I ask my anonymous lover sheepishly.
“No.”
We continue to speed west towards the Pacific Ocean. I can’t help but get a tingle up my leg at the way the handsome stranger drives his Ferrari. This is a man that truly does not give a fuck about the consequences of his actions. Yeah, it turns me on. We keep heading west. I can’t help but ask, “Where are we going?”
“The beach.”
“Isn’t there a curfew for the beach.”
“Fuck the curfew.”
Well, whatever my handsome stranger says!
We get to PCH and now I think my anonymous lover is determined to get pulled over. He hits 121 in the Ferrari as cars pass by like they are standing still. We keep driving and driving until we reach a bluff overlooking the ocean. My lover pulls over his Ferrari and opens the door. I get out and we sit on the edge of the bluff. We sit close to each other and stare at the moon as it reflects the Pacific waves crashing into the shore.
“You probably know a little more about me than I know about you,” my anonymous lover says.
“There isn’t much to know about me.”
“You have dreams don’t you?”
“Well,” I start off as I measure my words. Oh my God, I don’t believe I am about to say this, “I wanted to be a singer. I wanted to be Fiona Apple. You know, play the piano and sing.”
“What’s stopping you.”
“Talent.”
“Fuck. How old are you?”
“21.”
“You’re 21 and you’re giving up on your dream.”
“Well, I started writing music and playing the piano when I was 13. It was just a bedroom hobby. When I was 18, I moved out here from Indiana with thoughts of getting a record deal. Then I started seeing people with so much more talent than me talking about how they can’t score a record deal. Then, you know, I had to find a job. And well, you know how it goes.”
“Do you still play?”
“Every so often, I’ll grab my keyboard and play something. But look, I’m not going to set the world on fire with my music.”
“Who cares?! Who cares if anyone doesn’t like your music. Do it for yourself. You know, there is only one thing you can control in the entire universe,” my handsome stranger says. Then he points at my head. “You can control your thoughts. If you tell yourself, you are going to be a singer-songwriter, then you will become a singer-songwriter. If you tell the world you are nothing but a receptionist. Then you will be nothing but a receptionist.”
Damn. No other
human being has told me that before. For a moment, I turn back on that pilot light of inspiration. I start thinking about writing music again. “Thanks. You know, I’m going to start writing again. Who knows.”
“You told me that you already wrote some songs years ago.”
“Yeah.”
“I want to hear one.”
I giggle. He doesn’t need to charm me. We’re already fuck buddies. Perhaps this man is really the coolest alpha motherfucker in the entire city. He actually cares about me.
“You want to hear one of my songs. Really?” I ask.
“I’m turned on by talent. That’s my thing. I’ve fucked models, I’ve fucked aspiring actress, I’ve fucked debutantes. But you know what really gets me off? What gets me off is seeing a girl with talent. And you what to know why? Because a girl with talent is harder to impress with things like money and power. She wants a partner with talents and ambitions that match what’s inside of her heart.”
