Well, before I put pen to paper let me just say that RockStar is jealous. What’s Ron got that I don’t have besides more experience, more money, and warmer climate? Oh well, I’ve got the pen and you know what they say about that........... [img]/images/graemlins/supergrin.gif[/img]
They stood outside the posh nightclub. The alcohol was kicking in as she allowed herself to relax for the first time all night. Their date was coming to an end. They had enjoyed a lovely evening. It began with some window shopping over on Rodeo Drive. After that it was dinner in a quiet little bistro on Sunset Blvd. and then a few après meal cocktails at the Sky Bar.
He was a perfect gentleman. She hadn’t known what to expect at first considering his questionable past and current status as the porn king of southern California. Much to her delight at no time had he stepped over any lines or even attempted to penetrate her defenses, which had been set to maximum overkill on the flight into LAX. She was having fun. Something she needed so desperately. Her attempts at luring RockStar away from his beautiful wife had been unsuccessful and a trip out to sunny L.A. was apparently just what the doctor ordered.
“
I had a lovely time” he said being the gentleman he had proven to be.
She replied “
Oh Ron, you have no idea how much I needed this. Thank you so much for a wonderful evening.”
“
Can I drive you to your hotel?”
“
Why don’t we go back to your place? I really want to meet Rebell. I’ve heard so many great things about him.”
He was momentarily thrown aback. He hadn’t expected this. Visions of his living room started flashing through his head. He began wondering if they had even bothered to clean up the mess before they left in the taxi he had called for them before leaving to pick her up. Fuck it, he thought. He had waited years for this moment and he wasn’t about to let it slip away. She knew about his past. She knew about his lifestyle and chosen profession. Why would she be offering if she weren’t comfortable with the situation?
“
Ok, but you have to give me a few minutes to tidy up first. I wasn’t expecting this and the house is a mess. I wouldn’t want to ruin this perfect night by bringing you into a messy house.”
Niiiiiice he thought to himself. You are the man.
Niiiiiice she thought to herself.
Back at the house he asked if she would mind letting Rebell out for a pee. This would allow him to tidy up a bit, and give her a chance to meet the 100Lb German Shepherd that was apparently the reason for her presence there.
She agreed and he let the dog out and gave her the leash. "
He likes to walk down to the beach and back. It’s only a few minutes each way. I’ll pour us some Courvoisier in the meantime."
Inside he frantically scanned the living room and kitchen. How was he going to clean up 3 days worth of party mess in less than 10 minutes? He had to move quickly. Into the kitchen where he grabbed a trash bag and started filling it with empty food containers and beer bottles. There was coke residue on the table and a disgustingly dirty water bong. He thought about taking a quick hit but decided not to take the chance. Drugs had not found their way into the night’s conversation and he didn’t want to scare her away at this point. Garbage it was.
Satisfied with the kitchen he moved to the living room. He frantically scanned the room seeing nothing but empty bottles and drug and sex paraphernalia. He cursed the three sluts that had left his house in such disarray.
The clock was ticking. He could hear the dog barking in the distance. “Just a few more minutes boy, you can do it.” He spoke as if the dog had telepathy. “
Grant me these next few minutes and it’s caviar for breakfast I promise.”
Handcuffs, syringes, blow-up dolls, roach clips, empty tubes of Astroglide. Quickly clearing the room he felt a wave of relief wash over him. She was coming up the walk with Rebell in tow and he had managed to make the house somewhat presentable considering the circumstances. All was going well. This would be the night. The ultimate notch in his bedpost. “
The boys at the Alley are never going to believe this one”, he thought to himself as he clicked on the remote video recorders.
What transpired in the next 5 minutes can only be described as surreal.
She yelled from the foyer “
is it alright to come in now?” He greeted her with a smile and a snifter. He was smooth.
“
Niiiiice house” she exclaimed as he led her through the maze of hallways and eventually into the grandiose living room.
“
Have a seat on the couch, I’ll throw on some music.”
Girl, ba ba ba ba, you’ll be a women soon. Girl, ba ba ba ba, come take my hand......
As he turned his eyes grew wide as he watched her removing her coat and heading for the closet. She was too close. He couldn’t prevent what was about to happen. He could only watch in horror as she opened the closet door and was immediately buried in a sea of sex toys and inflatable love machines.
She couldn’t speak. Her eyes darted from left to right, taking in a visual timeline of what had no doubt transpired in this very house only days or, even worse, hours before. She was appalled. Everything she had thought about him this whole evening was a fraud. Her mind raced. The alcohol, coupled with the gravity of the moment, made her dizzy.
She turned to say something to the man that had suddenly fell silent, and from behind him she could see three totally naked, obviously intoxicated women emerging from the backyard through the patio doors. They were soaking wet and singing to each other. They surrounded the man she thought she knew and began grinding their bodies and licking him all over. He looked at her with a look she will never forget. It was as if to say: “
I’m sorry but you should have seen this coming. Want to join in?”
Sitting on the plane back to New York her thoughts once again drifted to her beloved RockStar. She wondered if they would ever be together.
She could only hope as her eyes closed and she drifted to sleep.........
This story just struck me funny. [img]/images/graemlins/laughing.gif[/img]
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