+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