6 CHAPTER SIX
“Well hello there.” Jefferson said, smiling as he looked up at Rebecca.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she stared directly at him. “Hello.” She managed.
She was holding her copy of his book out. He looked down at it and laughed.
“Wow! I haven't seen this one in years!” He said as he held the book.
Looking up at her his eyes twinkled again. “And what is your name, lovely?”
Crimson filled her cheeks, but she smiled widely. “I'm Rebecca,” She said, finding some confidence, “And these are my friends Jill and Deb.”
Deb and Jill both waved, and smiled.
Jefferson nodded to Jill and Deb. “Pleasure, ladies.” He turned his attention back to Rebecca. “You look really familiar...Do I know you?”
Oh! We get to play this out in public! I know this script... “Yes...You went out with my older sister when you were a junior at the University of Delaware. Her name is Wendy...I know you probably have a lot of woman's names to remember...so you probably don't recall her.” Rebecca winked as she said it, and smiled slyly.
“Wendy...Wendy...Wendy...” Jefferson mused as he tried to “remember.”
Oh he's good...this is kinda fun.
Snapping his fingers in a “got it” manner he said, “Wendy Hollins...right?”
Laughing Rebecca shook her head. “Hollis. Wendy Hollis.”
Nodding his head he continued. “Right! Hollis...wait! Becca? You're Becca?”
He was grinning mischievously, and Rebecca laughed as she played along. It was like their first meeting on the deck of the nightclub was a dress rehearsal for this public show ... and Rebecca was going to nail her performance. “Well...I haven't been called that in years...but yeah. I'm all grown up now.”
She smiled slyly, and was vaguely aware of an approving “Oh yeah” from Jill.
“Yes you are...” He said as he unabashedly let his eyes wonder over Rebecca's body.
She felt Jill subtly slapping her butt, and knew what she meant. He turned his attention back to the book and smiled, shaking his head. He signed the book and started to hand it back to her.
“Well...Ms.? Is it Ms. Hollis?”
Taking the book Rebecca smiled and nodded. “It is...”
Grinning he nodded. “Well then...Ms. Hollis. I'm here for a few more days...perhaps we could meet for a drink and catch up. What do you think?”
Smiling she nodded. “I'd like that. I'm in room 225 if you wanna give me a ring.”
“I'll do that...” He said as the girls started to walk away.
Rebecca couldn't help but glance back, and was thrilled to see he was watching her leave. Glad I wore this outfit...he was totally checking out my ass.
******
“Oh my God!!!” Jill shouted when they were out of earshot. “You just got a date with Jefferson fucking Hughes!!”
Smiling Rebecca looked at the signature on her book. “Yeah...We'll see if he calls.”
She put the book into her bag and looked at Jill and Deb, who were both grinning. “Oh he's gonna call. He was totally checking you out! Even before you got up to him.” Jill exclaimed.
Deb nodded her agreement. “Totally.” She added.
Laughing Rebecca shrugged. “Hey when you got it, you got it.”
They all laughed and headed to the bar. “I know but...Jefferson fucking Hughes!! Girl! When you guys bang you have got to tell us everything. And I mean everything! I want girth...I want length...I want taste, smell...Momma wants it all and wants to live vicariously! I'm serious Rebecca...” Jill was going on.
They entered the bar area and headed out to the patio. “So we'll have a drink or two, and then get ready for dinner. Sound good?” Rebecca asked.
Nodding their agreement the girls sat down at a table. The patio was empty except for a couple off to the right. The ocean breeze smelled good, and Rebecca took it in closing her eyes and sighing contentedly.
We played that one off great! AND ... he totally wants me. I know it!
“Are you going to have sex with him Rebecca?” Deb asked.
Rebecca could just imagine her wide blue eyes and innocent face. Opening her eyes and looking at Deb, that is exactly what she saw and she burst out in a laugh, unable to help herself.
“Of course she is.” Jill answered for her.
The waitress came over and they ordered their drinks.
“I don't know...”Rebecca answered Deb. “I mean...he's famous. I don't know if he would want to date me.”
Jill made a sound and said, “ Date? Who wants to date? Just get dirty girl! You've read his books...at least one anyway, and numerous times judging from that worn out thing you have.”
Shrugging Rebecca asked “So?”
The waitress came back with their drinks and started to set them down. She was a pretty blonde with brown eyes and a slim figure. She was probably 19 or so.
“What's your name, hon.” Jill asked.
Blushing the waitress said. “Solar...my parents were...are...kinda hippies.”
She placed the last drink down and was about to leave but Jill stopped her.
“That's a wicked cool name! Solar...I like that. Listen. I have a question.”
Solar stood looking at Jill nervously. “Okayyy...” She responded.
“Do you read? Do you know who Jefferson Hughes is?” Jill asked.
Solar snorted. “Ha...of course. Plus he's here! He was doing a book signing at the main building. I couldn't go because I had this shift...but I have all of his books. Hard cover.” She grinned.
Nodding as she listened Jill sipped her drink. “Exactly. NOW...he has a fancy for our young friend Rebecca here...” Jill nodded in Rebecca's direction.
Solar's eyes went wide with shock and admiration. “Really? That's awesome!” She said.
“Yes...” Jill agreed then continued. “So the question, Solar, is if you had the chance to have hot, torrid, earth shattering sex that you only could read about in one of his books, with Jefferson fucking Hughes...! Would you? OR...would you worry that he might not want to date you.” She said, “date you” with a nasal tone filled with disdain.
Solar answered immediately. “ I would fuck his brains out.” Blushing she added. “Sorry for the F word...but...goddamn...he is one sexy bitch. The other staff and I have a bet to see who he might get with on the resort. He's kind of a player I hear. But now I have a inside tip!”
Laughing Jill added on, “And if Rebecca plays her cards right she can have an inside tip too...but not just the tip...the whole gall dang thang!!!”
Holding her glass up they laughed, and Deb and Rebecca toasted along with Jill. Speaking of playing cards...I think I hold a pretty good hand...and a great poker face.
7 CHAPTER SEVEN
The girls stayed for two drinks, laughing and joking around with each other and Solar.
Rebecca maintained her stance that, “If anything happens it would be a miracle.”
All the while smiling to herself about the juicy secret that she harbored.
She had to restrain herself on several occasions from crying out “We did it! Okay! We have fucked and it was AWESOME. You hear me? His cock is beautiful, and he eats pussy like a champ...and yes Deb...we had sex in the boutique dressing room!”
As she walked into her room she smiled. What would they do if they found out? Would they be pissed? Well Deb wouldn't be...but Jill would. She might even be hurt that I didn't tell her sooner. But I can't! He wants to keep us private...so that's how it is.
She took her phone out and pulled up her “Spotify” app. Turning it on she typed in “Mumford and Sons” and the music began to play. As “Whispers in the Dark” played she smiled. I always liked the banjo... She started to take off her white outfit but stopped to take another look at her ass in the mirror. Look at that thaaang. He was totally checking it out. Walking away from the mirror she resumed unbuttoning the outfit and began to take it off. She let it drop to the floor and stood in her bra and panties as she carefully folded it.
“...And my heart was cold and when you've gone...and I lost my head, but found the one that I love... under this sun...under this sun...” Rebecca sang in time to the music that blasted from her phone. She stopped and frowned. It's just lyrics...you're just crushing on him...don't be silly.
She went to the mini-bar and fixed a drink. Once again...let's go over the facts Rebecca...California...Boston...famous...school teacher. He's just having a good time, and you should also. Walking back to her luggage she wondered what she should wear tonight. She wore her sexiest dress last night, and had just worn her new outfit. She did have a few summer dresses, a pair of tight jeans, and another long dress to choose from. She held up one of the dresses. It was a light fabric, a striking yellow with spaghetti straps. I like this one...maybe if he calls I won't wear panties. She grinned at the thought of pulling up her short dress to reveal her naked smooth mound. She could just imagine him dropping down on his knees and giving her oral pleasure.
Her fantasy was interrupted, as was her music, by the ringing of her cell phone. Frowning she walked over to it. Picking it up she noted the caller I.D. registering “Jill” as she pressed the answer button.
“Hi” she said. “Turn on the fucking TV... Deb and I are coming over! Channel 5.”
The phone went dead and Rebecca stood for a second looking at her phone.
******
Rebecca had just turned on the television and switched it to channel 5 when there was a knock at the door. As the program returned from commercial she realized it was TMZ. Before she opened the door she glanced on the left hand side of the screen to read what topics they were covering. Immediately standing out was “Jackson Hughes’ new fling?” It was three items down on the scroll. Heart pounding she opened the door. Jill and Deb burst in. Jill had a drink in her hand and was visibly excited. She looked at the TV and smiled.
“Good. You got it on...” She rushed over to the bed and sat down.
Deb followed and Rebecca slowly closed the door with a feeling of nausea. What if it's not me? …What if it is...? Oh 'Becca...what have you done? Rebecca slowly walked over to the nightstand where she had placed her drink.
“I mean...I'm sorry Rebecca...But seeing as he is here and all...I mean...You might end up being the other woman.” Jill was saying.
Rebecca was dimly aware that her “Spotify” had started playing again, and the words of “Reminder” seemed to be taunting her. She quickly grabbed the phone and turned off the music. Standing behind her friends on the opposite side of the bed she took a healthy drink from her glass. Her stomach was in knots and she felt a cool sweat breaking out all over her body. Nobody seemed to notice that she was still in her bra and panties.
“I was just you know...getting ready and I like to have the TV on and all...” Jill was saying.
Rebecca looked around for some clothes to cover herself up with. She grabbed a pair of shorts from her luggage and pulled them up. The TMZ host Harvey Levin was finishing up his discussion about Brittany Spears lip-syncing controversy.
“Yeah...like that was a mystery.” Jill snorted as she downed her drink. “Anyway I looked at the scroll and saw his name and I was like DAMN! So I called you.”
She turned to look at Rebecca and instantly a look of concern flashed over her face. “Are you okay? You look pale as shit. Are you sick?”
She started to get up but Rebecca waved her off. “ I'm fine...I just...I mean It's kinda like a kick in the gut I guess...”
Turning back to the TV Jill proclaimed, “Well we all know he's a playa...”
Deb turned and was staring intently at Rebecca.
Rebecca couldn't be sure but she thought she saw a flash of recognition in Deb's eyes. A hint of a smile as if to say, “I know what is going on here...I'm only playing dumb.”
Smiling feebly Rebecca took a shaky sip from her glass.
Deb turned back when Harvey began his report. “So here we go with Jefferson Hughes...”
Rebecca took a shaky step forward and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jill had grabbed the remote and turned the volume up. God I hope I don't get sick....
Harvey continued. “We all know that renown romance novelist Jefferson Hughes seems to act out his writing. In fact his bachelorhood is border-line mythical...along with Hugh Hefner and Bruce Wayne. The playboy tends to go through women like we go through tissues.”
The others on the screen laughed at this joke, but Rebecca was finding very little to laugh at. The knot in her stomach was making its way up to her throat.
“Yeah, yeah...”Jill was saying, “Get to the good stuff.”
Harvey continued, “We also know that he is taking a break and lounging down at the Resort Baxter. Nice place...anyone been there?” He asked around the room to various yes and no answers. “He was there for a book signing, but in the process allegedly he found another conquest. We, of course, knew he was going down there and since he is good for a story or two--”
“--Or seven” Chimed in one of the others on screen.
The room laughed and Harvey smiled.
“Yes...or seven...We made sure a photographer was around. He was able to get some juicy photos...kids...and when we come back we'll share them.”
TMZ cut quickly to commercial and Jill cursed loudly. “Mother fucker! They always do that shit!”
She drained her drink as a commercial started playing on the screen. As the TV blared about two “Whoppers for $5” Jill got up to fix herself another drink.
“I bet it's that blond slut at the boutique...I've seen her...she would be the type to throw her snatch at him without a question as to who or what...”
Rebecca was sitting numbly on the bed staring at the TV. I'm about to be on TV...as just another conquest. It has to be me! Right? Oh God...what if he's been with someone else also? I would just die... Deb turned and looked at Rebecca as Jill poured a drink and continued to rant.
Leaning in she whispered, “ It's okay Rebecca...you can't help who you fall in love with.”
She reached out and squeezed Rebecca's hand, and Rebecca thought that she was the greatest friend a woman could have at this time.
Jill strode back to the bed, and sat down. “Oh don't be so melodramatic Deb...”
She proclaimed as she saw Deb holding onto Rebecca's hand. “They haven't even fucked yet...or gone out. He's banging some douche bag boutique slut, and trying to get a little side of 'Becca...”
The screen went black for a few seconds, in those seconds of blackness there was no airing of TMZ…the airways were dark… Rebecca thought in that instant Black out...don't come back...technical difficulties...please God. As if someone turned the lights back on… Harvey Levin faded back in, and Rebecca felt her stomach fall.
“So...as we said earlier we have some pictures of Jefferson Hughes and what may possibly be a new love interest.”
A member of the group chimed, “You mean a lust interest.”
Again laughter from around the room of TMZ’s broadcast.
And again Jill proclaimed “Come on!!”
Rebecca's stomach felt like its own performance gymnast doing somersaults and high wire flips.
“Alleged lust interest.” Levin quipped.
The group howled.
A picture of Jefferson flashed up on the screen. “Here is our lover-boy...” Levin announced.
Catcalls and whistles from the group could be heard.
“Yes...handsome devil.”
Another picture popped up of Jefferson staring in the window of the boutique. “Here is our hero doing some window shopping...” Levin continued.
Rebecca felt sick. She knew what was coming.
“See! That douche blond at the counter!!” Jill shouted as she stared intently at the TV.
A picture of Jefferson entering the boutique.
“Apparently he has his eye on something...or somebody” the panel proclaimed and laughed at their own joke.
Rebecca could feel herself on the bed...but she was nowhere near that vicinity. Her mind and body seemed to be separating. Everything was sounding fuzzy and distant. Please don't go in Mr. photographer. Please, please, please.
“Our crack photographer was able to get to a window moments later...” Levin was saying.
“Did you say he was on crack?” Came a quip from the room.
Laughter again ensued. Jill and Deb were leaning forward intently. Rebecca tried to take a sip of her drink and spilled most of it down her front as her hand shook. She was on the verge of tears.
“Here Jefferson is entering the fitting room with a female that we can't get a clear photo off.” Levin was saying as a picture of Rebecca (from the back) and Jefferson (also from the back) entered the fitting room.
Rebecca stared at the TV in disbelief. Fuck...me...
“Moments later they do emerge” Proclaims Harvey Levin. “Well several minutes...let's give the man his credit.”
Laughter amongst the panel.
“Not a two pump chump, huh?” Says one panelist.
Laughing Levin continued. “The photographer said they were in there a good fifteen, twenty minutes. They even had to answer to some questions from the salesgirl.”
A picture of Robin at the fitting room door flashed on screen. “Ma'am...everything alright in there?
In here...everything is allll good.” Shouted out one of the panelist and the room filled with laughter.
A moment later a picture flashed up on the screen. “Here is our mystery lady...” Levin stated as a picture emerged on the screen.
Rebecca's face poked out from the fitting room door, as she checked to see if the coast was clear. Her face filled the screen, as the camera focused in to reveal her. There was no denying it. Rebecca was Jefferson Hughes’ new mystery lady. She appeared on TMZ and on the TV screen just as clear as day.
Rebecca’s Decision
J.H. YORK
JESSICA HART