Dane: Hollywood's Finest

by Wilde, Delilah

  “Come on, you have a pin-up girl body and you know it. Back then you'd be a model,” he winked at me and I fixed a scowl to my face, “Come on baby, loosen up. There's no need to be nervous around me.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Do you really think you're that intimidating? You might know some bimbos but I'm not one of them. Men with the intellectual capacity of a gnat don't intimidate me,” I said. Dane's eyes widened. “God, you really don't know who I am, do you?” he said. What a stupid, self-important thing to say. Of course I didn't know who he was.

  “No, I don't. What were you in a commercial or something?” I asked. He shook his head. “You really don't know,” he repeated, “This is amazing.”

  I finished my fresh glass of whiskey in one gulp, grabbed my book and stood up. I'd had enough of this.

  “I'm sorry, but this conversation is no longer stimulating to me. If you want a girl to listen to you ramble on and on I suggest getting an escort. Goodbye Dane,” I said, turning on my heel before he could say a word. Unfortunately, I had underestimated how drunk I really was. At 5'2 there wasn't a whole lot a person could drink before they felt it. It seemed that I'd passed that threshold after the first whiskey. My legs wobbled and as I took my second step they gave out from underneath me, until I was face down on the floor. The impact hurt but what I injured the most was my pride. “Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Dane. I reluctantly allowed him to help me onto my feet again before I pulled away and dusted myself off.

  “Thanks. I'm fine now,” I said, making my way to the door. Dane followed me.

  “You can't drive home like this and you certainly can't walk,” he said. It was clear from the way that he was slurring his words now that he was drunk too.

  “Don't tell me what to do! Anyway, you can't drive either. You'll kill us both after all that beer you had!” I exclaimed. Dane shook his head.

  “You're right. That's why I won't be driving.”

  We stepped out into the cold air and to my surprise there was a limousine outside. I hadn't ever seen one before, outside of prom and even then they weren't as grand as this one was. Dane smiled at me. “So, how about I take you home Marilyn?” he asked. I crossed my arms stubbornly.

  “You rented a limo just to go out drinking? What a loser!” I said, though my heart was pounding. How on earth could a failed actor afford such luxury? Was he a trust fund baby? Maybe he was a drug dealer on the side. I had come to learn that people in creative professions who had money were usually selling pot or worse. I'd considered it once or five times myself but decided it wasn't worth it. Dealing with stoners on a regular basis was something I'd vowed would stop after graduation. I planned to stick to that vow.

  Dane opened the back door.

  “Come on baby doll, let's get you home. You and I both know you can't walk in those heels,” he said. There was no arguing. I knew it was foolish to take a ride from a stranger, but Dane seemed like such a jerk it would be a shame to leave him so early in the night. Surely it was safer to go with him than to walk home in the dark. Besides, I had to tease him a little more.

  I got in without protesting and looked around. The interior of the limo was even more luxurious than I had been expecting. Pristine leather seats and an ice box filled with champagne bottles to the side. I helped myself to some of the chocolate truffles in a fancy box on the seat next to mine. Dane laughed when he saw me.

  “You know that's a five hundred dollar box of chocolates, right?” he said, though he wasn't annoyed. I shrugged and swallowed the sweet.

  “They're OK, but I make better ones with cookie dough and chocolate spread,” I said. Dane laughed at me again. I still hadn't figured out how he had managed to afford all this, but I wasn't questioning it. His driver was like something straight out of a movie, a man in a matching suit and cap who called him 'Mr Reynolds'. Maybe Dane was a gigolo. I knew a lot of women who would pay big money to fuck a guy like him. That might explain this kind of luxury.

  Dane tossed me a bottle of water in an attempt to dilute my drunkenness.

  “It won't help much now, but it might ease the hangover you'll have tomorrow,” he said, “Speaking of which.”

  He grabbed a bottle for himself and drank it back. I sipped mine, feeling a little clarity coming to mind now. I was able to tell Dane's driver my address without issue. He thanked me and called me Madam. I felt like a movie star. It was a nice feeling.

  “How the fuck can you afford this?” I exclaimed eventually. It wasn't fair. I worked so damn hard and I could barely afford to make the payments on my second hand car. This guy was a pathetic actor, practically a bum and he had all this, “Trust fund?”

  Dane looked offended again but I didn't let it bother me.

  “No way, my family didn't have jack shit when I was growing up. I earned all this myself.” “Right. Then are you a drug dealer? Or a hooker, maybe? Do you sell your body to creepy old women?” I teased and Dane laughed again.

  “No, I told you. I act.”

  “You're a porn star?” I said. Dane wiggled his eyebrows at me.

  “Well, it's been said that I fuck like one but no, not porn,” he said, “I just act.”

  It sounded like bullshit to me, but whatever. I was in a limo with a handsome guy and I was going to appreciate it while I could. Even if that guy was a completely deluded idiot. We chatted about totally banal things for a while and the driver reached my building in no time. Despite everything, I was disappointed to say goodbye.

  “Here I am,” I said softly. Dane peered out the window.

  “Yes, here you are,” he said, “Jesus it's pretty grim, isn't it?”

  He wasn't wrong. The building was old and hadn't been repainted since the late eighties. The dumpster was overflowing and so tenants just left their garbage bags on the street, sometimes not even bothering to close them. Mangy cats went through the trash looking for scraps to eat and a homeless man was curled up in his sleeping bag in the alleyway beside the dumpster. It was the best I could afford. It was also a complete shitheap.

  “There's no reason to be a dick about it,” I said, embarrassed. I opened the door and got out of the limo without another word, but Dane followed me, “What the fuck do you think you're doing?”

  “I just want to make sure you get to your apartment OK. Come on, trust me,” he said. I didn't have a choice. Though I told him to fuck off multiple times, Dane followed me through the front door and up the ten flights of stairs up to my apartment. He didn't even break a sweat. When we got to my front door I reiterated that I was fine and didn't need any supervision, but he still made me open the door in front of him. It was surprisingly difficult too, my hands kept shaking as I tried to fit the key into the lock. Somehow, I knew it wasn't just the drinks that were making me feel that way. Eventually, the door opened.

  “There,” I said triumphantly, “That was easy. I guess you can go now.”

  “I guess so,” he said.

  The two of us stayed frozen to the spot, just looking at each other. His eyes were so damn beautiful. I'd never gotten the hype about blue eyes, but his were a deep navy shade with flecks of gold that I couldn't help getting lost in. He took a step closer to me.

  “How about a kiss goodnight?” he asked softly. He didn't look like the kind of guy who usually asked permission, but I obviously wasn't his usual kind of girl. Kisses were harmless anyway. What harm could it do to let him give me a quick peck?

  “Fine,” I said. His hand touched my cheek gently, sliding back to touch my hair. Then suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of it and kissed me hard on the mouth, making me moan in surprise. Fuck, I hadn't been kissed like that in my entire life. It sent an instant shock of arousal into my body. He pulled away far too soon and smirked down at me.

  “If you want me to leave, just say the word and I'll go,” he said. I bit my lip. One night stands weren't usually my thing but fucking hell, this guy was something else. I had a feeling that I could break all of my rules for him. Jane Austen might hate
me for it, but I couldn't turn him down. “Come in,” I said. We stepped directly into my kitchen slash living room.

  As soon as I shut the door behind us Dane was pressing me against it, kissing me and pawing at my breasts. My blouse quickly started to feel like a barrier between my skin and his rough hands, so he soon did away with it. He ripped it open and tossed it aside, doing the same to my bra. Normally I would have been annoyed at the destruction, but in the heat of the moment I didn't care. I wouldn't give a shit if he banned me from ever wearing clothes again. All I wanted was to feel his touch, really feel it on my bare skin.

  Dane kissed and nibbled his way down to my breasts. He teased my hard nipples with his skillful tongue in a way that no one had ever done before. I had no idea how close a man could bring me to orgasm without even touching my pussy. We'd only begun and I could already feel myself coming close.

  “Fuck,” I moaned as he bit down on my nipple, “That feels so fucking good.”

  It seemed he liked how vocal I was being. In a sense he saw it as a test. How loud could he make me scream? It turned out that I could get even louder. Dane pulled away and glanced around the room. His eyes fixated on the kitchen table and he smiled, an idea obviously forming in his mind. He pulled me close and whispered into my ear.

  “I want you to pull down your skirt and panties for me and bend over that table like a good girl, all right?” he whispered. I nodded. He had given me so much pleasure already that I wasn't about to argue with his instructions. I pulled off the rest of my clothes as Dane watched appreciatively. He stopped me when I went to slip off my heels.

  “No, leave them on.”

  I didn't argue. Instead, I bent over the kitchen table and looked back, ready for him to fuck me. To my surprise, that wasn't what Dane had in mind.

  He knelled down behind me and before I knew what he was doing I felt his tongue in my pussy, rubbing against just the right spots. Holy fuck, I had never been eaten out from behind before but it was like a revelation. I heard myself moaning and begging for more as Dane slipped a skillful finger inside me, only intensifying my pleasure. It wasn't long before my pussy was clenching around it and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the point of no return.

  “Come for me baby,” he said, “Be a good girl and come for me.”

  I didn't have to be told twice. I cried out as my pleasure reached its peak and my body became gripped by the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. I was still shaking when I felt Dane's cock brushing against my entrance.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, ready for more. Dane didn't take his time. Instead, he slid into me with one movement, filling me up with his thick shaft. Fuck, it was a lot bigger than what I was used to but damn it, it felt good.

  He grabbed my hips and began to pound into me, each thrust causing me to cry out from the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. My neighbors were probably going to complain but for once, I didn't give a shit. The way that Dane fucked me felt so intense and incredible that there was no way I could avoid being loud. If they wanted peace and quiet they could move somewhere with thicker walls. He reached forward and grabbed my tits, squeezing them and playing with them roughly as he fucked me. Then his hand slid down my body and suddenly he was rubbing my clit, bringing up the intensity even more. Though I'd just had an orgasm I could feel a second one coming close. Dane could sense it too.

  “Aw, are you gonna cum again Savannah?” he asked, his fingers circling my clit as his cock slammed into me, “Are you gonna cum for me?”

  I couldn't even speak. He gave one more thrust and I screamed as a second orgasm exploded through my entire being. The first one had been strong but this one was something else entirely. Dane pumped into me a few more times before he gave in and came too. I felt him filling me up as my muscles continued to spasm.

  “Fuck, I needed that,” he said. We both did. No matter how much we might regret it in the morning.

  Dane

  I'd been with a lot of girls in my time, but not one of them didn't know who I was. At least, not since I was twenty years old and had starred in a hit movie adaptation of some violent video game and suddenly I was everywhere. Since then I'd starred in over a dozen movies, most of them major blockbusters. Now I was twenty seven years old and there wasn't a girl on the planet who didn't know my face. Or so I had thought.

  Savannah was the weirdest girl I had ever met for a number of reasons. She didn't look weird, unless you count ridiculously hot as weird. She had the whole bouncy blonde thing going on with her long hair, milky white skin and unreal curves. Her heart shaped face looked so angelic with her rose bud lips and big green eyes that she took me off guard. I guess that I hadn't been expecting her to be so feisty. She really found me annoying. I hadn't had someone be so rude to me in years. It was sort of refreshing actually. When you were as famous as I was it was difficult to tell who actually liked you and who was just sucking up to you. I knew where I stood with Savannah and that felt good.

  Even so, I tried not to get excited. There were two or three girls I'd met who had claimed not to know who I was. They'd done a pretty convincing job too, until I'd slept with them and seen the details of it (usually wildly exaggerated) in next week’s tabloids. Some of them were groupies, obsessive fans who could recite every line I'd spoken in every shitty movie sequel. These girls would tell me that I was a 6'2 Leo with a Scorpio moon and that my first concert was The Rolling Stones and that my mother's name was Suzi without batting an eyelid. Some of my peers lived on that kind of attention and refused to sleep with anyone who didn't treat them like some kind of celestial being. As for me, well I found it flattering at first but it soon started to edge on creepy for me. Still, I slept with a few because they were pretty and let's face it, it probably made their life.

  They'd be telling their grandchildren about their romance with a movie star in decades to come. I was just being good to my fans.

  Then there were the other kind of girls. It was easy to get them confused with the first category if I wasn't careful. They sometimes overlapped. I'd made the mistake a few times at this point. These girls liked me too but they were a bit smarter. They were the aspiring singers, dancers and actresses. Some of them didn't even have any creative tendency, they just wanted to be famous. They felt that being seen with me would boost their careers and give the exposure that they needed. These were the girls that I met at remote hotels for discrete liaisons only to find a hoard of paparazzi waiting for us when we arrived. To be fair, I didn't blame them. The industry was hard to get into and they were doing whatever they could to catch a break. If I got my dick wet in the process then that was just luck.

  Savannah didn't fit in either of those categories. Something about her told me that this girl didn't fit many molds. By the end of the night I genuinely believed that she didn't know who I was. It was amazing really, like living in an alternate universe where I was still living on ramen and getting rejected by directors when I wouldn't give them blow jobs. It was nice. Strange, but nice. I wanted to know her.

  We were both drunk enough to lose any inhibitions but not drunk enough to not know what we were doing. So I fucked her. Out of all the girls I had fucked, dozens and dozens of them, Savannah was the best. Savannah knew just knew what did it for me, as if we had been fucking like this for years. It was perfect.

  The mistake I made was staying over. Normally, I never did. I guess the booze really hit me when we were finished fucking and when Savannah went into her bedroom I followed her. Not sleeping over was a rule I had in place for a reason. Sleeping over meant awkward small talk in the morning at best and at worst it ended with the girl crying and begging me to stay. That was the last thing I wanted. Relationships weren't exactly a top priority.

  Before I'd gotten famous I'd had a girlfriend for a little while. It wasn't a great love story or anything, we were just two people who like hanging out outside of the bedroom too. It ended when she moved to Canada and on good terms as well. I wasn't scarred for life or a
nything and another relationship might even have been on the horizon if things had gone differently. That was until I got famous. That was when everything changed. I'd never struggled to pick up chicks but now I had my pick of the hottest girls in Hollywood. I quickly learned that they were all only good for one thing. Even the ones who seemed interesting had ulterior motives. It was better to fuck them and peace out, move onto the next. Not a perfect system, but it worked for me.

  When I woke up in Savannah's bed I silently cursed myself for letting this happen. God damn it, this would be so awkward. On the other hand, maybe she would want morning sex. After the crazy time we'd had together last night I knew that I wouldn't say no.

  I turned around to face her and saw that she was asleep, curled up in the sheets with her blonde hair spread out on the pillow. Her makeup hadn't even smudged. She looked so ethereal, it was hard to believe that this was the same abrasive girl I'd fucked until she screamed last night. It seemed a shame to wake her when she was like that, but my morning wood was aching. Maybe she could do something about it for me. Her lips would be perfect for blow jobs, I just knew it by looking at her. “Savannah,” I said softly, surprised that I remembered her name, “Savannah, wake up.”

  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked right at me. I could tell that for a moment she couldn't remember what had happened. Then it had all come flooding back. She groaned at me.

  “Oh god, you're still here?” she turned so she was on her back, wincing in pain, “Fuck, my head is pounding.”

  “You didn't kick me out. And yeah, it will be like that for a while. You drank a lot,” I said. I decided to cut to the chase, “Why don't you suck my dick to take your mind off it? Cum has protein in it, it's probably good for you.”