Dane: Hollywood's Finest

by Wilde, Delilah

  “Tough time? Don't be silly, Trisha!” I said, “I just got booked for a major project. This client from a very upscale publishing house wants me to illustrate their children’s picture book. It's gonna be the next best seller, by the sounds of things.”

  It wasn't exactly a lie, but I crossed my fingers under the table just in case. I had been hired to work on a new children’s book and it would probably keep me from being kicked out of my apartment or running out of ramen noodles for the next few months, but drawing baby bunnies having adventures wasn't nearly as lucrative a genre as I presented it to be. Trisha shot me a pitying glance and it was obvious that she wasn't going to take the hint. Trisha didn't really do hints. The conversation topic only ever changed when she was ready for it to change. To my chagrin, she wasn't ready yet.

  “No honey, I'm talking about your break-up,” she said, so loudly that people at the next table were looking over, “I still can't believe Jeff cheated on you. He seemed like such a good guy. Well, I guess all your boyfriends do...at first.”

  Nate laughed again and I could feel myself fuming. It was hard enough getting over being betrayed that way as it was. Why did she have to bring it up in front of a perfect stranger and make me feel ten times worse? Thankfully, Trisha and her husband wandered off to the next table before I could slap her.

  “So your boyfriend cheated? Bummer,” said Nate. I pulled out my cell phone, trying to pretend like I didn't give a shit. I was an entrepreneur after all. I should be taking important calls and replying to emails, not discussing my failed love life with some tattooed jerk who couldn't possibly understand. I bet that he had never been cheated on. Hell, he probably hadn't ever dated anyone exclusively. Guys like him rarely did. He probably floated through life, going from job to job, girl to girl. Happier than I would ever be.

  “It's fine. I don't have time to date right now,” I said, tossing my hair in a way that I hopped looked sophisticated. “In fact, I have to respond to a few emails now. God, it's so annoying when clients won't take no for an answer.”

  “Really?” he peered down at my phone, “Because you appear to be playing Candy Crush.”

  I pulled the phone away from his line of vision and tossed it back into my handbag, acting as if I didn't care.

  “You know, you're a really rude man,” I stood up and grabbed my bag, trying to ignore the way his eyes lingered on my body in my tight party dress, “And I don't have to talk to you if I don't want to.”

  Nate shrugged and sat back in his chair, a bemused look on his face.

  “No, I guess you don't.”

  I marched over to the bar and didn't plan on looking back. I was never a big drinker but I figured I might as well start at the open bar that Trisha was paying for. The least I could do was ensure that she had a bill that was as big as her dress. It was a while before the bride and groom had their first dance but by the time they did I was tipsy from my four and a half glasses of wine. Every time I glanced back at the table Nate was looking my way. I refused to go back and sit next to him and stayed at the bar, allowing the middle aged bar tender to think he had a chance with me. Who knew, if I got drunk enough anyone could have a chance with me.

  “Now, if we could all welcome to the floor, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor!” announced the DJ. God, Trisha Taylor. Alliteration was so tacky. It made her sound like a cheesy superhero or a porn actress. Plus, who takes their husband's name in the twenty first century? How archaic was that? Marriage itself was starting to seem sillier and sillier to me. I started to convince myself that I was much happier being single and independent. It had its perks, of course it did. I could make out with anyone I wanted and I didn't have to answer to anyone. When I made a decision the only person I had to think about was myself. Trisha was crazy to marry so young. Our brains probably weren't even fully developed yet. The chances of her marriage succeeding were slim to none. I told myself all of this and it made me feel better, just for a little while.

  Then Trisha's husband guided her onto the floor and held her in his arms as their song started playing. It was a cheesy pop ballad by some bimbo that had been a huge hit last year and ever since had probably been the first dance of a hundred thousand couples, but in my drunken state it sounded kind of beautiful. Though Trisha herself looked tacky and neither of them could slow dance to save their lives, when they swayed together it was obvious that their love was real. A piece of her hair slipped out as they danced and Trisha's husband gently put it back into place, kissing the top of her head as she looked on adoringly. I had never seen Trisha look at anything or anyone with such tenderness in her eyes. She had had as many boyfriends as me over the years, maybe more, but none of them seemed to interest her very much. She generally kept them around so she would have a plus one for weddings and someone to pose with in her prom photos. Seeing her so in love now felt unreal. Suddenly, a tear streamed down my cheek. It was followed by a few more until the song ended and people were asked to join the couple on the dance floor. I wiped my tears on the back of my hand and turned around, ready to order another drink.

  “Let me guess, another glass of this?” Nate was behind me, gesturing to my wine glass. He had taken off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves as well as unbuttoned his shirt. More of his tattoos were on show. It gave him a sexy, rugged look and made me wonder if he had any other body art underneath his clothes.

  “No, no I've had enough. I'm sorry for being rude to you,” I found myself saying. More than anything, I needed someone to talk to right now. Nate smiled at me, the first genuine kind smile I had seen on his face all evening. It didn't matter that he had been rude before. He was what I needed.

  “Wow, I wasn't expecting an apology! Well it's accepted of course,” he leaned on the bar and ordered himself a glass of whiskey, before glancing back up at me. “Why the tears? You don't seem like the type to be emotionally moved by shitty music?”

  Shit, was I that obvious? I grabbed my pocket mirror from my handbag and saw that my eyes were pink and that my mascara had smudged just a little bit. I wiped it away while trying to maintain a cool demeanor.

  “I'm not. I'm just drunk,” I said. Nate nodded knowingly.

  “Ah. Me too, though for me being drunk usually involves doing some crazy wild shit, not crying into a glass of cheap wine listening to bubblegum pop,” he said. I allowed the small dig to slide as I really wanted him to stay next to me for as long as possible. Bitch mode was terminated. At least for now.

  “Something crazy? Like what?” I asked. “Seriously, I want to know!”

  “Eh, I usually can't remember. There was this one time I fell asleep at a club in Los Angles and woke up in Mexico,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “What, not exciting enough for you, princess?”

  “Nah, you have to work harder than that to impress me,” I said, giggling, “The first time I got drunk in college I went skinny dipping.”

  It had seemed like a completely wild and crazy thing to do, but I could tell by the way that Nate was looking at me that he wasn't very impressed either. Maybe he had done crazier things and he didn't want to tell me. Looking at him, I could tell that he had done plenty of wild things in his life. My own boring life so far probably couldn't compare. My ears weren't even pierced for Christ's sake. I didn't exactly live on the edge.

  “Maybe we should do something crazy,” I said and Nate's face quickly became more interested.

  “Maybe we should. Any ideas?”

  Suddenly, the music changed from cheesy ballads to something more up-tempo and fun. I didn't wait for Nate to make a disparaging remark. Instead, I grabbed his hand.

  “Let's dance!” I said, and he didn't object as much as I thought he might. Guys like Nate were usually too cool for dancing, but despite a little arguing, he seemed all for it. I dragged Nate onto the floor and started to dance. Despite his protests, he moved smoothly and rhythmically, obviously at ease on the dance floor. He grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him. I let my arms wrap aroun
d his neck so that my breasts were pressed against him. Guys always liked it when I did that and Nate was no exception. I had missed the feeling of a man's hard body against my soft one, but it felt strange all the same. What would Jeff say if he saw me pressed against this tattooed stranger? For once I didn't care. My only focus was on Nate.

  “You're a good dancer,” Nate murmured, his lips awfully close to my ear. I nodded before turning around and dancing against him. I hadn't danced like this since college but there was no way I could forget how much guys loved it when I rubbed my nice round ass against them on the dance floor. It worked every time. Nate grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.

  “You're such a tease!” he grunted. I still had it.

  Nate

  Ruby was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. I didn't usually use that word, beautiful, to describe girls. Mostly they were hot or sexy or even bangin' when I was feeling festive. Beautiful was the word that people use to describe works of art and sunsets and fairy tale princesses. It wasn't usually in my vocabulary. But somehow, when it came to Ruby, beautiful fit. I could see her give me a disappointed glance when she realized she would be seated next to me. I wasn't insulted, it was pretty funny actually. A lot of people prejudged me before they got to know me. I was a handsome young guy with a cocky smile, colorful skin and the confidence of someone twice my age. It was mostly older people who seemed to be passing judgment on me, but Ruby was young, maybe a year or two younger than me. Even so, she clutched her handbag nervously when she saw that she would be so close to me all night. It was funny, young women usually liked me. I didn't mind though. I liked winning people over, and I especially liked a challenge. Ruby was a challenge and a half and her beauty didn't make her any less intimidating.

  She looked so incredible that she upstaged every other woman in the room, including the bride. Long auburn hair that fanned out into messy waves over her shoulders, pale white skin that looked so soft and touchable, and a slender but curvy physique that was emphasized by her tight dress.

  The only reason I had agreed to go to my cousin Trisha's wedding was to see if she had any hot friends and she had certainly surprised me. Trisha was such a plastic kind of girl that I had expected her friends to be just like her. She wasn't even my cousin really, just my step mother's niece but there was no reason not come. It was worth a shot, anyway. Judging by the way she interacted with

  Ruby they knew each other very well. It seemed strange to me but I never claimed to understand female friendships. All I could do was enjoy looking at and talking to Ruby and hope for the best. When she stormed off I gave her some space to cool down and it worked like a charm.

  When Ruby pulled me onto the dance floor I couldn't help but be surprised at how sensually she moved. Despite her beauty and obvious intelligence she had seemed awkward and easily flustered, not usually a recipe for a great dancer. But now she had had a few drinks and the crappy but catchy music was playing she moved against me in a way that drove me crazy. Her ass rubbed against the crotch of my jeans and I felt myself getting hard.

  "You're such a tease," I whispered and she giggled, obviously loving the effect she was having on me. We danced for the rest of the song until the next song was a slow one. Ruby turned to me and pouted.

  "I hate slow songs!"

  "Me too," I shrugged. It was time to go in for the kill. I pushed her hair behind her ear and whispered in it, "You know, I brought a few albums along with me. None of this slow shit, all stuff that's fun to dance to. If you want to come back to my hotel room I can show you."

  She made out like she was considering saying no, but it was obvious that nothing could stop her from coming up to my room. I had that effect on the ladies. Even the beautiful ones.

  "OK. Why not?" she said.

  I just about managed to wait until we were in the elevator to kiss her. She must have known it was coming but she gave a surprised little squeak when I grabbed her waist and pressed my lips against hers. It was only a gentle, fleeting kiss that lasted a second, but when I pulled away she was looking at me like she wanted to devour me. It drove me crazy to see a beautiful women looking at me with such lust in her pretty eyes, but I held back. I couldn't pin her down and fuck her in the elevator, as much as I liked that idea. Anyway, I enjoyed allowing the anticipation to build. It was my way of teasing.

  "Kiss me again," she breathed, and just at that moment the elevator doors pinged open.

  "This is my floor," I said, ignoring her request. "Come on, let's go."

  I guided her down the hall to room 605 and pushed my key card into the slot without looking at her. I knew that if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself from fucking her against the door, so I just about managed to contain myself until we got inside. The two of us entered the room together and I shut the door before I looked at her. She was suddenly shaking.

  "What's wrong?" I asked, sitting down on the bed. She remained standing, her eyes darting between me and the door.

  "I just...I haven't done this in a long time," she whispered, her eyes wide and frightened. I shrugged and took her hand.

  "It's not a test. I'm sure it will all come back to you," I said.

  She swallowed and nodded. I could see despite her apprehension, just how much she wanted this and that drove me crazy. I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to touch her. Within seconds I stood up and pulled her into my arms, kissing her again. This time it was harder, more passionate as my tongue played with hers and my hands roamed her body. The thin material of her dress was the only barrier between my hands and her skin. It had to go. I kissed down her neck and felt her shiver against me as my hand found the zip of her dress. I pulled it down with one swift movement and she wriggled out of it without any encouragement. Suddenly she was stood there before me, naked but for her panties and high heels. Her breasts were small but pert, with hard pink nipples that were just aching to be played with. She kicked off her shoes and I pinned her down on the bed, kissing her mouth and neck, working my way down her body but stopping just before I reached her breasts. All I wanted to do was rip off her panties and fuck her but I wanted to make this last. It would be a night she would never forget.

  I kissed her breasts, biting and sucking her left nipple as my hand played with the right. She moaned at the sensation, relishing every second of it. It had obviously been a long time for her. That made me feel like I should work even harder than usual to make this one special for her. Her moans made my already rock hard erection ache to be touched, but it wasn't time for that yet. She needed to be showered with attention. I sat back and pulled my shirt off, letting it fall to next to her dress on the floor.

  Ruby eyed my bare upper body with pleasure. She couldn't help but touch my chest, her hand moving down my various tattoos and defined muscles. I wasn't the biggest fan of the gym but the hours I spent there sure paid off when women noticed my hard work.

  "You work out?" she said, breathlessly. I nodded, unable to suppress the smirk from my face.

  "I do," I said. Before I could say anything else her hand started rubbing me through the material of my jeans. It felt amazing and took everything I had to keep my cool.

  "I want to see your cock," she whispered shyly.

  Her facial expression was so adorable that I couldn't help but tease her a little.

  "What did you say? Speak up baby."

  Her eyes narrowed into that glare that I had become accustomed to so quickly this evening.

  "I want to see your cock, Nate. I want to see it and play with it and suck it," she said.

  I didn't need any more convincing. I got off the bed and undid my pants, stepping out of my jeans and boxers in one quick movement. Ruby's eyes widened at the sight of my cock. I'm a little bigger than average and it usually takes women by surprise, or even intimidates them. I was going to tell Ruby that it was OK if she didn't think that she could handle it but before I could say anything, she had gotten down on her knees and her hand was wrapped around the thick shaft. It looked
like she wasn't intimidated after all.

  She brought her lips teasingly close to the tip before looking up at me and smiling sweetly. Her hand moved up and down, just fast enough to give me some pleasure and slow enough for it not to be enough. She really was a little tease.

  Ruby carried on like this for far too long before finally deciding to give me some relief. She started by slowly running her tongue up and down my member but it wasn't long before she was sucking me fast and hard. My cock slid in and out of her throat deliciously, every movement bringing me more pleasure than the last. She was even better at sucking me off that I could have imagined but if she continued like this I knew I would cum, and I wasn't ready for that just yet. I stopped her and told her to lay down on the bed again. She pouted up at me from where she was kneeling.

  "Why? I'm having fun," she said, giving my cock another teasing lick. Without warning, I picked her up from the floor and threw her onto the bed.

  "Because it's my turn to play with you," I said.

  I resumed my place on top of her, playing with her breasts a little more before I continued to kiss down her body. She was still wearing panties, a lacy black thong with a little silver heart charm on the front. She shivered and arched her back when I kissed her through the thin fabric of her underwear. I could already feel how wet she was for me and I couldn't wait any more. I had to taste that pussy. I peeled off her panties and threw them aside to reveal her beautiful pussy. It was bare apart from a small strip of auburn pubic hair that drove me wild to see.