EPISODE 2
They say you don’t always get what you want. Why?
“Oi Tommy weren’t you suppose to be picking up those flowers for tonight from the florist”?
“Fuck sorry Dean I’m on it I just had to wait for the film to finish, you know my rules, can’t leave half way through a film”.
“Tommy, porn isn’t a fucken film all right and I think I can say, that you can’t watch a film 100 times and not get sick of it, unlike you and your vast selection of adult entertainment. Now can you please get in your car that I so generously bought for you and drive down to sunset to get the damn flowers, before I realise that I could just get them delivered and your ass wouldn’t be required at all”.
“Sorry bro I’m out the door now, but settle the fuck down, you don’t even need them till like 7 o’clock ok”.
Tommy walks out the door and down the 20 odd steps and in to his black m5 BMW coupe that dean had bought for him after receiving his last month’s bonus. Slamming the door and sliding around the fountain and out the 10 foot gates and down the driveway he was off. Only a short drive down the valley and past the boulevard onto sunset.
Back at the house my financial advisor has decided to do a impromptu house call to check up on the way I have been spending my money and let me know how my stocks and shares have been doing since I decided to sell up all my shares in Microsoft and put them in a leading company that owns offshore oil rigs in Japan. This was after having a few words with leading stock exchange expert Michael Draught at a fashion show earlier in the week, who let me know that shares weren’t the place to be at the moment and if I was smart I would start looking for other ventures. Over the last 2 years I have managed to turn 13 million dollars in to 62 million without actually doing any extra work, lifting a finger or taking an extra breath. The only thing I have done is employ a 29 year old financial advisor Tara Resses who just happens to beautiful, and when I say beautiful I mean fucken hot, as in Brittney Spears at age 20 hot, the kind of women you turn and look at even when you girlfriend is hanging of your arm. Well for what I pay her I would expect here to be amazing looking. If I wanted a old guy to manage my accounts I would just go down to the business district and pick the most uptight stock broker firm and give them all my money and tell them I would see them in a year to pick up my cheque. But that’s not what life is all about. It’s about those small pleasures and Tara is defiantly a pleasure.
I turn towards the front hallway and walk down the passage, past the pool room and the doorway to the formal dining room that we have never actually used and open the front door. There she is. “Tara, and what do we owe the pleasure of you making house call on a Thursday morning? It must be pretty important for u to drive all the way over here from Encino just to pop in and have a drink by the pool and reiterate how much money I have been making off of my new investment opportunities that we jumped on board with”. I look Tara up from her black high heel shoes she is wearing all the way up her tanned legs, over her tight black business skirt and over the white blouse that is held together by what looks like one shimmering white button. The under shade of her bra is quite visible, except I can’t tell if the bra is black or a light shade of brown, but who the fuck really cares, its gona end up on the floor any way. Tara leans in and gives me a little kiss on the left cheek and leans back with a smile showing here perfectly white teeth. “Well actually this is purely a business call” Tara adds. “We need to go over some numbers that I must say are a bit worrying to me at the moment. I think we should probably take this meeting to the office rather than the pool. We don’t usually get much work done down by the pool now do we”. An intense look is left lingering between us after that comment.
Tara walks past Dean and starts up the stairs closely followed with a cheeky feel of Tara’s perfect ass dean adds “this sounds like no fun at all, you know I’m not good with numbers unless its how many seconds it takes to get the clasp of your bra off”. Dean smirks at himself knowing that there is a smile on Tara’s face, one that he can’t see from behind. “Is that the kind of numbers we are talking about”? They pass the maid as they walk up the wooden staircase that spiral around in such a wired way that you almost feel like its suspended in air held up by nothing at all. “There is actually a problem with your investments Dean and we need to get that out of the way first before we can even think about your counting skills, or see if your counting skills are up to scratch. Maybe all that partying you have been doing lately has taken a toll on what you do oh so well”. Tara gives a sly smirk to Dean as she enters the office. The office is probably the size of most people’s house. The roof is made of glass which in turn makes the room look even bigger along with the 2 sets of French doors that open up on to the balconies. One to the front of the house which looks over the front garden and down onto the driveway that loop’s around the massive fountain that I purchased from the Beckham family when they moved out of their house next door earlier on in the year. The back balcony opens up over the pool and patio that is usually not seen because of the mobs of girls laying around half naked sipping cocktails by the pool or dancing to one of JD’s Dj friends mixing there shit up on the turn tables that are always set up in the back bar area. I close the door behind us as we both move towards the desk.
Tara sits down on the wooden desk, her legs touching the ground but slightly crossed which pulls up her skirt a little bit bringing it about a inch above her knees, which I can tell you doesn’t help me focus on the money situation we are suppose to be going over . Pulling out some paper out of the little brown bag that Tara is carrying she starts on the numbers. “ Now dean the numbers here are saying that the stocks that you purchased last week were sitting at $13.52 per share when you bought them, but they have since then dropped to $11.24 per share and I have been advised that they are still unstable and may drop even further.” Tara hasn’t looked up since she pulled out the papers and started reading off of them. I stand up and walk over to Tara putting my right hand on the mid area of her thigh. “So let me get this rite, you came over here to let me know that my stocks have dropped by just over 2 dollars?” Tara slides down a little which pulls her skirt up even further bringing into view her underwear, “well yes it is only 2 dollars but when you multiply that by the 100,000 shares you bought then that’s a loss of upward of $200,000, and I didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t keeping an eye on your investments”. “Tara get this straight, i would pay you $200,000 cash right now for you to shut the fuck up and slip out of that skirt and forget about my investments until you walk out of my house and get back in you cute little red car and go and visit your next client who probably does care about losing $200,000 and you can use all that talking power that I know you have so much of and explain to them why there money has disappeared into thin air, but right now all I want is for you to focus on me and you and doing what I know you really came over here for.” At that I slide my hands up and unclasp the side of her skirt and slowly slide the zipper down enough that allows the skirt to slip down over her long slender legs and hit the floor landing beside my feet. I lean in to kiss her just below the neck line and all the way up until I meet her tender lips. “Are you sure you don’t mind about the money?” “Shhhh I already told you don’t worry about it”.
I have never felt hands this soft, as she slides her hands inside my shirt and down to my belt where she undoes my belt with one click. I remember the girls I used to hook up with out at night clubs or at one of my friends party’s we use to hit up once a week always getting stuck trying to undo my belt and me always ending up just undoing it myself, it used to kind of ruin the moment but now being with women who knew what they were doing that never happened. Next thing I knew I was standing there with nothing but my open shirt and the sandals I had on my feet. Tara grabbed my hands and forced my back around so that I was sitting on the table, as she did this she slid down my chest, kissing it on the way down to my hard cock. Her lips felt so good I couldn’t even explain the feelings I was having. I was in another world at that point of time. That was until I opened my eyes to see the door handle move and the door slide open. Standing there was Fiona the maid with a shocked look on her face as she looked over at Tara knees on the floor me in her mouth and me with a surprised look on my face. She turned as I waved her out trying not to let Tara know that Fiona was in the room and shut the door behind herself. Tara looked up at me “did you hear anything”? “No” I quickly replied I think Tommy might have just got home. I lean down and grabbed Tara by the waist spinning her around and laying her down on the table knocking of the pens and papers that were sitting so neatly in the pen holder and in turn making Tara’s bag hit the floor and spill open on the wooden floorboards. I slid her little black panties down her legs and threw them on the floor with her skirt now giving me a full view of what I love oh so much about Tara. By the looks of it she has been to see her beautician lately. Tara looks at me with that cheeky look she always get’s when she knows she is getting what she wants. Tara grabs my waste and pulls me in up close so that I am now on the table as well. Within minutes we are grinding up and down against each other forcing the table to shift every now and then, but I’m not worried about it breaking. I have had more weight than this on here before and never had any problems. Fifteen minutes pass of her screaming out knowing that even if someone was in the other end of the house they would still be able to hear her moans every time we rhythmically moved against each other. I unbutton that one white shinny button and reveal a black bra holding her amazing boobs together making her cleavage look like the Grand Canyon. I start kissing in between her breasts as I undo the clasp holding her bra together and to my amazement they don’t move a single centimetre, they still sit there as perky as they were when they were restricted in the bra. I dare say that these are the best boobs I have ever seen, and I have seen a few boobs in the last few years. Getting a little bit worried that with this much movement on the desk it might just collapse under both of us she pulled me in closely as we both let out a loud but amazing moan as we both cum. We both collapse in a heap leaning up against the desk sitting naked on the floor with Tara slumped over my shoulder. “Now isn’t that better than sitting around talking numbers?” of course it is but I can’t just go in and do that with every client of mine now can I.” “Well you could actually and you would probably make more money but you would have to then change your title form financial advisor to call girl”. I smile at Tara and she gives me half a smile back, kind of saying funny funny but that’s never going to happen.
Tara grabs her stuff sliding it back on still looking as hot as she did when she walked in the door earlier except here hair is now a bit messed up sticking out everywhere but I’m sure she knows that so I’m not going to tell her. I walk over and put all of her stuff back in her bag and pass it to her as she reaches around my back and gives my ass a big squeeze and lets me know that she has to get going back to the office. I walk Tara down the stairs and through the hall way towards the front door, passing Fiona on the way who I think embarrassed hurries past with her head down saying not a single word to either of us,” what’s wrong with her today” Tara adds “mmm not sure I think she is just tired” I add knowing fully well she had just walked in on Tara giving me the most amazing blow job.
Tara hitches up her skirt and slides into her red porsh and starts up the engine leaning out and giving a little kiss on the end of my hand. She puts on her glasses and with no care in the world drives around the fountain and out the gates passing Tommy on the way as he returns from Sunset Boulevard.
“Yo Tommy how did you go bro” I ask as I walk over to him as he steps out of the plush interior of the BMW and onto the pavement. “All good man as I said it wasn’t that far away and you still have plenty of time to down to Santa Monica Beach for the party tonight”. I grab the flowers from Tommy and we both start back for the house. “Sorry about getting so uptight earlier about getting the flowers. It’s just I all ready fell bad about sending a car to pick up Beck while we all fly down there in the chopper and at least the flowers might take her mind of being by herself in the limo”. We both enter the house and shut the oak doors behind us. “Well here’s an idea, Why don’t you get Beck to bring one of her fine ass friends that are always hanging around here half naked to come with her so that she isn’t lonely on the drive down and maybe so that there is a chance that while your back in your room fucking Becks brains out tonight I just may be getting laid as well for once”. I look over at Tommy with a slight smile on my face knowing that the only reason he is saying this is because he know that by bringing one of Becks friends to the party tonight his chances of getting some multiply by at least 100. “ Ok ill make some calls and see if I can get another ticket, and then I’ll check with Beck if she has any friends that would like to come and make sure that they don’t have to high standards”, I give Tommy bit of a laugh but he doesn’t really find it funny. He turns and walks back down the hallway and towards the kitchen. The phone starts to ring, “Tommy can you grab that for me, just take a message I’m heading out the back for a swim.
Walking past the kitchen, through the house and out onto the patio I grab a towel and my board shorts that are hanging up and dive in the pool allowing the fresh salt water to cool me down after my sex session with Tara. I start doing a few laps up and down the pool when I take a breath and realise Tommy standing on the side of the pool with the phone in his hand and a wired look on his face. “Did you transfer $200,000 dollars today out of you bank into a Miss T Resses account? Because there is a guy on the phone from the bank that wants to confirming that you have authorise it.” I pull myself up out if the pool and grab the towel still dripping I grab the phone. “When did this transfer happen?”, “about 15minutes ago” the voice replies to me on the other end of the line. “When you say Miss T Resses you mean Tara Resses Yea? “Yes that’s correct, do you know her?”. I stand there and think about the conversation we had just had up stairs in the office, well that the lack of conversation as it may be, and then smack bang like a brick hitting the side of my head it hits me. I had just offered Tara $200,000 for sex without even knowing it and she had even asked me twice if I was sure about the money. “Fuck”. “Excuse me sir are you still there” the voice says on the end of the line “I will need an answer so I can action this transfer please”. I walk out of earshot of Tommy down towards the canopy that sits at the deep end of the pool creating cover and allowing a shaded area where we eat outside. “Yes I authorise the transfer To Miss Tara, but can you please put a little not on the transfer to the Miss T Resses please”. “Yes what would you like it to say?”. I stand there for a moment and gather my thoughts. “Could you please add, thank you for your services I’m sure this amount should cover me for a few more appointments, signed your newest employer”. “Yes thankyou Mr Swite I will add that for you and have a great afternoon”. Looking at my reflection in the water I realise that life at the moment really is good, actually it’s phenomenal. If I can afford to just throw that much money to the wind and it not even hurt me or affect the way we are living then it couldn’t really get better. Well maybe it can, well see after tonight.
To Be continued
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
+1 debut series 1 episode 1
They say life is hard, troubled and disappointing, why?
JD pass the weed over here, you think you can keep that shit to yourselves, who the fuck paid for that shit!
Fuck you I’m getting out and going to call Sarah to come around.
JD gets up and walks off past Dean relaxing in the spa looking over the hills and around the back of the 11.3 million dollar Beverley Hills mansion which isn’t his, yet acts as if he is the one bringing in the big checks, the millions of dollars, the girls and the parties. But he knows how the system works, and that he exploits it as best he can. Which is why he has been living in the Hills since he was 16, and that I respect about my JD and his outlook on life.
I’m 24 living, working, eating and on the odd occasion sleeping in LA making a living on the web. I wouldn’t say I was Brad Pitt, 50 cent or Jessica Alber. Well I have actually been with Jess but I wouldn’t say I was like her. I’m a different kind of star in LA, one that makes the kind of money they do, but doesn’t have to deal with those stupid ass paparazzi and those dickheads always wanting to pry into your business. I mingle with those people but get a better deal. When I leave with a stunning model (Julie Henderson) or tag along actress (Jessica Stroup), I never have to hear about it in the tabloids or on E news. Well actually I lie. I do hear about it and so does my mum at which I will never stop hearing about, but it doesn’t affect me, my job, the amount of hot broads I sleep with or what I do, as a matter of fact it just makes my job easier. Why you ask. Because that’s what I do. I live life in the fast lane, I live life on the edge, I drink bottle after bottle of crystaal, and I do drugs with people you would never have thought. I have sex with girls you dream and fantasise about, all the time thinking, one day you’ll get a crack at a girl like that, a girl of that calibre. All the time knowing you’re stuck with the girl you’ve been with since your senior year, still probably fucking. That girl that whilst being pretty and attractive just seems boring and so predictable when you think about what’s out there, just waiting for you to go and taste and devour. One day to get married to that girl and live happily ever after, well in the eyes of the less fortunate that is the definition of happily ever after.
Once again off to another launch, a party which undoubtedly will include half naked girls, enough champagne to bring together the Indi 500 for 3 years and most important to me, models or to be more specific at this point, Helena. Only the hottest new model to grace the scummy streets of LA.
Walking in to Club Sky, the hottest mist bar on The Boulevard, arm in arm with Helena Swort, a Swiss model who I’m helping create contacts in this wealth ran city. A city that decides your fate and future by who you know, by whom you’ve slept with or whom you’ve promised to sleep with. Just as were about to enter the club a lady takes me by surprise and shows me what’s under her tight little black Dolce and Gabbana number, Nothing. She is standing left of the 10-foot glass doors covered in a light mist shimmering in the array of lights reflecting off the glass and water put together. She is stunning I’m speechless, for me that’s a big deal as that’s what I do, I’m payed to put my ideas out into the public.
I’m not sure if Helena saw what was going on to our left as well but I put myself quickly between her and the girl throwing me a cheeky smile whilst shuffling her dress up almost to her hips. Helena must have seen this, but I’m not positive. Helena has to be the hottest girl in the club, but the fact that this random girl has managed to show me more pussy in the last hour than anyone else, she keeps me occupied. The images of her lifting up her skirt wearing nothing underneath, just showing me heaven on a woman. I can’t get my head past the risk factor or the slyness of this woman and who the fuck was she. Did I know her, was she one of my many flings in the last years just showing a friendly reminder maybe to jolt my memory and remember her name. I’m stumped.
I mingle with my manager and other faces in the industry, the ones that don’t have names but that I have always been told to acknowledge and be polite towards as you never know who is writing those over priced checks that I have been receiving for the last 3 years. And I can tell you now I don’t want to fuck this up and end up back where I was before Beverley Hills bouncing checks. All of a sudden it hits me again, I have to find this girl and see what she is all about.
I turn on a dime for the entrance area to seek out who this girl is, all the way hoping that she is still in the club somewhere still waiting for me. Hoping I can get another look at my surprise present that I had all ready previewed and loved every minute of. I head to the employees. After describing to at least 5 different doormen and a host, that by the way had the most amazing legs, legs like I have only ever seen once before on a tall short haired blond working the door at Revolution in Vegas. Legs that just keep on going and going the ones that would make the best belt possible. I had informed them what this girl looked like but no one knew where she was, I was at the end of my wits, no one knew anything or had even seen a girl of that description all night. Had I imagined it? A girl that perfect just all of a sudden flashing me in public, had I made it up in my head, had it been a fantasy of mine and just all of a sudden popped into my head and tricked me into thinking it was reality. Heck no it wasn’t. There she was still as sexy as I remembered her as I walked past her only hours ago. We catch each other’s eyes, her hazel brown eyes are almost asking me to take her clothes of the way she is looking at me. I give her a smile that I know from experience says that I’m interested but let’s keep this discrete. I don’t want Helena finding out about this and it ruining my chances with her or our night. Helena is busy working the model scene trying to add names to her portfolio so she is kept busy for the time being and it’s my chance to get that Dolce & Gabbana dress off of this hot lil thing.
I cross the room and reach around her and past her for a drink sitting on a tray to her right. As I pluck the drink from the tray behind her I brush by her cheek and throw her a lil kiss, before I can even slip back to a respectable conversation distance I feel her hand grab my package, I showed you mine it’s about time I see yours don’t you think. At that she leads me by the hand through the crowd, I’m still holding my drink trying to get some of it down before I no longer have a free hand to drink it in. She pulls up to a private room with a Japanese sliding door on it and a dim light still on inside. Before I know it I’m inside the room fucking this amazing stranger. She is absolutely and undoubtedly amazing at what she is doing to me. Both in the moment rocking against her from behind she turns around and looks at me, all the while still fucking me. Looking into my eyes she says “I knew this was going to happen from the time I saw that girl flash you as you walked in the club. I knew by the smile on your face that you wanted to have sex before you left the club tonight”. I’m stunned. Is this not the same girl that flashed me only hours ago? Not to let a good shag go to waste I put in my best performance, showing her what I have learnt in the past few years having sex with girls that knew things I had never even read about in playboy magazines. The ones I use to steal from the local store down the road from my house on 45th st in New York. I file that thought away, the one that this isn’t the girl that I had been thinking about ever since I walked in the club.
After were both done, and I mean done, she slip back into her clothes which are slumped in a pile rite next to the sliding Japanese door. Looking at the sliding door I now realised that with the faint light on in the room the silhouettes of people in the club are quite visible to us, thus there must have been a reverse effect as well. Oh well I think to myself I hope they enjoyed the show. She puts on her red heals and slide up against me planting a soft kiss on my lids and says, I hope that’s what you wanted because whenever you want it you can have it, a black business card is slipped into my pocket and just like that she turns and vanishes out the door and back into the club. Amanda Sharp director of marketing for Blush Nightclubs and Restaurants, it doesn’t ring any bells but I’ll have to keep in touch with that one.
I finish getting dressed, making sure to pick up all my shit which is scattered all around the room at that point and shove it all back into my jacket pocket or slip it straight into my pants. I walk no more than 5 or 6 steps out of the room and to my left when I see through the Japanese doors the silhouette of two people going at it in the next room. I stop to refocus my eyes and realise two sets of breasts. Its 2 women engulfing themselves in each other’s bodies. I slip up closer to the door not even thinking that if I can see them they can probably see me as well. Not even realising it I am probably rooted to that position for 5 or so minutes watching these two perfect silhouettes kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. All of a sudden I notice one of the shadows stops moving and seems to be looking at me, I’m not quite sure if she has noticed me standing outside of the door as the silhouettes have no eyes just shapes.
A voice stuns me saying, “What are you waiting for” I think to myself, is she telling me to come in or is she implying I move on from being a peeping tom. I go with the initial thought and slid the door open and back into the room making sure I wasn’t being watched enter the room. To my excited surprise as I turn around I am faced with something I couldn’t have even imagined in my wildest dreams. Dean where have you been asks Helena, this is a friend of mine from back home, she says in her cute little voice. Helena’s friend is none other than the tall brunette from the entrance. I messaged you and told you to meet us in here but that was about an hour ago and you never messaged back. After Heidi cheekily flashed me at the entrance I couldn’t help myself wanting to get that dress of her as fast as I could and reminisce what we had back home. A smile came to my face as I realise what has just gone on, but little did I know how much bigger the smile was going to get as Helena informed me that she was coming back to mine that night along with Heidi. The 3 of us couldn’t get out of the club fast enough, saying our thanks and goodbyes at a hurried pace. Off we raced into the Astin Martin for the short drive back into the valley and up the hills to my place.
Written and Edited By Dustin Skipworth
JD pass the weed over here, you think you can keep that shit to yourselves, who the fuck paid for that shit!
Fuck you I’m getting out and going to call Sarah to come around.
JD gets up and walks off past Dean relaxing in the spa looking over the hills and around the back of the 11.3 million dollar Beverley Hills mansion which isn’t his, yet acts as if he is the one bringing in the big checks, the millions of dollars, the girls and the parties. But he knows how the system works, and that he exploits it as best he can. Which is why he has been living in the Hills since he was 16, and that I respect about my JD and his outlook on life.
I’m 24 living, working, eating and on the odd occasion sleeping in LA making a living on the web. I wouldn’t say I was Brad Pitt, 50 cent or Jessica Alber. Well I have actually been with Jess but I wouldn’t say I was like her. I’m a different kind of star in LA, one that makes the kind of money they do, but doesn’t have to deal with those stupid ass paparazzi and those dickheads always wanting to pry into your business. I mingle with those people but get a better deal. When I leave with a stunning model (Julie Henderson) or tag along actress (Jessica Stroup), I never have to hear about it in the tabloids or on E news. Well actually I lie. I do hear about it and so does my mum at which I will never stop hearing about, but it doesn’t affect me, my job, the amount of hot broads I sleep with or what I do, as a matter of fact it just makes my job easier. Why you ask. Because that’s what I do. I live life in the fast lane, I live life on the edge, I drink bottle after bottle of crystaal, and I do drugs with people you would never have thought. I have sex with girls you dream and fantasise about, all the time thinking, one day you’ll get a crack at a girl like that, a girl of that calibre. All the time knowing you’re stuck with the girl you’ve been with since your senior year, still probably fucking. That girl that whilst being pretty and attractive just seems boring and so predictable when you think about what’s out there, just waiting for you to go and taste and devour. One day to get married to that girl and live happily ever after, well in the eyes of the less fortunate that is the definition of happily ever after.
Once again off to another launch, a party which undoubtedly will include half naked girls, enough champagne to bring together the Indi 500 for 3 years and most important to me, models or to be more specific at this point, Helena. Only the hottest new model to grace the scummy streets of LA.
Walking in to Club Sky, the hottest mist bar on The Boulevard, arm in arm with Helena Swort, a Swiss model who I’m helping create contacts in this wealth ran city. A city that decides your fate and future by who you know, by whom you’ve slept with or whom you’ve promised to sleep with. Just as were about to enter the club a lady takes me by surprise and shows me what’s under her tight little black Dolce and Gabbana number, Nothing. She is standing left of the 10-foot glass doors covered in a light mist shimmering in the array of lights reflecting off the glass and water put together. She is stunning I’m speechless, for me that’s a big deal as that’s what I do, I’m payed to put my ideas out into the public.
I’m not sure if Helena saw what was going on to our left as well but I put myself quickly between her and the girl throwing me a cheeky smile whilst shuffling her dress up almost to her hips. Helena must have seen this, but I’m not positive. Helena has to be the hottest girl in the club, but the fact that this random girl has managed to show me more pussy in the last hour than anyone else, she keeps me occupied. The images of her lifting up her skirt wearing nothing underneath, just showing me heaven on a woman. I can’t get my head past the risk factor or the slyness of this woman and who the fuck was she. Did I know her, was she one of my many flings in the last years just showing a friendly reminder maybe to jolt my memory and remember her name. I’m stumped.
I mingle with my manager and other faces in the industry, the ones that don’t have names but that I have always been told to acknowledge and be polite towards as you never know who is writing those over priced checks that I have been receiving for the last 3 years. And I can tell you now I don’t want to fuck this up and end up back where I was before Beverley Hills bouncing checks. All of a sudden it hits me again, I have to find this girl and see what she is all about.
I turn on a dime for the entrance area to seek out who this girl is, all the way hoping that she is still in the club somewhere still waiting for me. Hoping I can get another look at my surprise present that I had all ready previewed and loved every minute of. I head to the employees. After describing to at least 5 different doormen and a host, that by the way had the most amazing legs, legs like I have only ever seen once before on a tall short haired blond working the door at Revolution in Vegas. Legs that just keep on going and going the ones that would make the best belt possible. I had informed them what this girl looked like but no one knew where she was, I was at the end of my wits, no one knew anything or had even seen a girl of that description all night. Had I imagined it? A girl that perfect just all of a sudden flashing me in public, had I made it up in my head, had it been a fantasy of mine and just all of a sudden popped into my head and tricked me into thinking it was reality. Heck no it wasn’t. There she was still as sexy as I remembered her as I walked past her only hours ago. We catch each other’s eyes, her hazel brown eyes are almost asking me to take her clothes of the way she is looking at me. I give her a smile that I know from experience says that I’m interested but let’s keep this discrete. I don’t want Helena finding out about this and it ruining my chances with her or our night. Helena is busy working the model scene trying to add names to her portfolio so she is kept busy for the time being and it’s my chance to get that Dolce & Gabbana dress off of this hot lil thing.
I cross the room and reach around her and past her for a drink sitting on a tray to her right. As I pluck the drink from the tray behind her I brush by her cheek and throw her a lil kiss, before I can even slip back to a respectable conversation distance I feel her hand grab my package, I showed you mine it’s about time I see yours don’t you think. At that she leads me by the hand through the crowd, I’m still holding my drink trying to get some of it down before I no longer have a free hand to drink it in. She pulls up to a private room with a Japanese sliding door on it and a dim light still on inside. Before I know it I’m inside the room fucking this amazing stranger. She is absolutely and undoubtedly amazing at what she is doing to me. Both in the moment rocking against her from behind she turns around and looks at me, all the while still fucking me. Looking into my eyes she says “I knew this was going to happen from the time I saw that girl flash you as you walked in the club. I knew by the smile on your face that you wanted to have sex before you left the club tonight”. I’m stunned. Is this not the same girl that flashed me only hours ago? Not to let a good shag go to waste I put in my best performance, showing her what I have learnt in the past few years having sex with girls that knew things I had never even read about in playboy magazines. The ones I use to steal from the local store down the road from my house on 45th st in New York. I file that thought away, the one that this isn’t the girl that I had been thinking about ever since I walked in the club.
After were both done, and I mean done, she slip back into her clothes which are slumped in a pile rite next to the sliding Japanese door. Looking at the sliding door I now realised that with the faint light on in the room the silhouettes of people in the club are quite visible to us, thus there must have been a reverse effect as well. Oh well I think to myself I hope they enjoyed the show. She puts on her red heals and slide up against me planting a soft kiss on my lids and says, I hope that’s what you wanted because whenever you want it you can have it, a black business card is slipped into my pocket and just like that she turns and vanishes out the door and back into the club. Amanda Sharp director of marketing for Blush Nightclubs and Restaurants, it doesn’t ring any bells but I’ll have to keep in touch with that one.
I finish getting dressed, making sure to pick up all my shit which is scattered all around the room at that point and shove it all back into my jacket pocket or slip it straight into my pants. I walk no more than 5 or 6 steps out of the room and to my left when I see through the Japanese doors the silhouette of two people going at it in the next room. I stop to refocus my eyes and realise two sets of breasts. Its 2 women engulfing themselves in each other’s bodies. I slip up closer to the door not even thinking that if I can see them they can probably see me as well. Not even realising it I am probably rooted to that position for 5 or so minutes watching these two perfect silhouettes kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. All of a sudden I notice one of the shadows stops moving and seems to be looking at me, I’m not quite sure if she has noticed me standing outside of the door as the silhouettes have no eyes just shapes.
A voice stuns me saying, “What are you waiting for” I think to myself, is she telling me to come in or is she implying I move on from being a peeping tom. I go with the initial thought and slid the door open and back into the room making sure I wasn’t being watched enter the room. To my excited surprise as I turn around I am faced with something I couldn’t have even imagined in my wildest dreams. Dean where have you been asks Helena, this is a friend of mine from back home, she says in her cute little voice. Helena’s friend is none other than the tall brunette from the entrance. I messaged you and told you to meet us in here but that was about an hour ago and you never messaged back. After Heidi cheekily flashed me at the entrance I couldn’t help myself wanting to get that dress of her as fast as I could and reminisce what we had back home. A smile came to my face as I realise what has just gone on, but little did I know how much bigger the smile was going to get as Helena informed me that she was coming back to mine that night along with Heidi. The 3 of us couldn’t get out of the club fast enough, saying our thanks and goodbyes at a hurried pace. Off we raced into the Astin Martin for the short drive back into the valley and up the hills to my place.
Written and Edited By Dustin Skipworth
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