Dirty Star
He used to be a picture on my wall…now he’s in my bed.
Eric Turner is a star. Well, he was before he bailed out on a couple of movies, took up drugs and started to drink as if his life depended on it.
I idolized him to the point of obsession, then one day he walks into the bar where I work and suddenly he’s no longer just someone famous. He’s a real man. A hunk of a man hitting on me.
He tells me he knows what I need, and boy does he. The way Eric Turner f*cks put all my fantasies to shame.
The morning after the fuck of a lifetime, he shoves me out the door. Reality hits and it’s humiliating.
I return to my dreams of being an actress and forget about the man who inspired me in the first place.
Until I get a call. I’m offered an acting role. My heart explodes. Then I find out that Eric Turner is the leading man.
I can’t turn down the job. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, but accepting it will mean seeing Eric again.
A mind’s telling me to control myself, but my sex is begging me for some more.
Chapter One
Valentina
I can’t believe that I’ve had a reading today since I’ve been in Hollywood. I’ve had a couple for a TV commercial after just over one year of living in this town. Everyone told me that I'd be lucky to get an audition for a commercial. I got one, even if I had to stand in line for over six hours to get it. Never, ever would I get more than an audition to be an extra in a series. Today I’d been selected to read for a movie. I feel as if my move down here hasn’t been in vain.
I feel like a star already, and I haven’t even got the role. Even if they never call me in, I don’t care because it’s given me the one thing that I’d given up on - hope. I have a spring in my step as I work to the bar. Everyone can tell that the smile on my face isn’t from working, but because of something else.
Janice, the manager and my boss asks, “What are you so happy about tonight?”
I can’t contain myself, “I had an audition this morning, this time not for a commercial, but for a movie! Can you believe it?”
Janice rolls her blue eyes and says, “Well, you need to have a lot more than that to get excited.”
I nod, “I know but it’s a start. So far I’ve spent more money on making videos, posting them on Youtube and other sites, taking shots, joining agencies.” I put the tray down and start thinking about the money that I've spent just trying to get this far. Trying to be an actress in Hollywood comes at a heavy price, and I need to know that one day it won't all be in vain. Otherwise, working all those extra shifts will have been for nothing.
“If it was a second-reading then that’s something to get excited. But an audition. You need more than one reading to get excited. A lot more.”
She puts the drinks on the tray and signals for me to serve them. Then she bends down and whispers, “Look you, know I like you Valentina. It’s not that. It’s just that this is a tough business. You know how many girls I’ve had in here that want to be stars?”
I’ve heard this a million times, but I listen to her as if it’s the first time that she’s saying it.
“A lot more than the drinks that you’ll be serving by the end of the night. What I’m saying is that you need to have a backup plan. Just like I did in case it didn’t work out. It’s like you pour your heart and soul into it and then you end up like one of those girls.”
I know exactly what she’s going to say next. The girls that end up doing plastic surgery so many times that they end up selling their bodies to pay for it. So, much so that after they’ve finished, they either up in the porn industry or even worse on the streets.
She sighs as I feel as if she’s giving me a lecture of a lifetime, “You’re competing with those girls that have been to drama college and have contacts with other famous people who went to the same drama college. The one’s that are daughters of someone famous and as beautiful as you are,” she cups my face as she draws closer. I think that she’s going to give me some ray of sunshine, but she doesn’t as she says, “You just can’t compete.”
This time she's harsh, not cold. Just telling me the thing that I don’t want to hear. Not today. Tomorrow I can deal with it, but when I hear my mom’s voice repeating in my head every damn night telling me that I’ll fail. Mom told me, that I could never go back home once I walk out of the door. I need to make this work. I put the iTouch in the back pocket of my hot pants and get back to serving drinks.
She grabs my hand, “Wait, there’s only one guy at table four. Are all those for him?”
I nod my head, “Well it’s the end of my shift, and he asked me to join him. Sort of a celebration drink.”
She frowns, “You know that you’re not supposed to do that.”
“But I figured that I had something to celebrate. Not only is it my birthday but he’s…”
She ignores me as she says, “Bar rules. You’re not supposed to be sitting with the clients. It just gives the place a bad image.”
I nod my head thinking that she’s not being cold, harsh or even just ‘trying to help me out.’ Janice is jealous - I told her that I had an audition. One that could stop me from working for tips and out into the real world, not working every God damn second of the day. She’s probably thinking that I’m some country girl that doesn’t even deserve it. Maybe, she’s right, and I don’t because in her eyes I haven’t been here long enough. I’m not as pretty as she used to be and she never made it. That's what she's told me a dozen times. Either way, she doesn’t know what I’ve done to get here and only Harper my bestie knows the truth. Janice is my boss, so I’ll respect her the same way that I would with any boss.
“In that case. I want to head on out now. You can take the drinks out of my wages. I can’t remember the last time that I’ve felt this good and nothing’s going to bring me down.”
I hand her my iPod touch, not caring that I'm so damn brave tonight. I didn't have the chance to tell her the one guy that’s asked me out tonight is Eric Turner. The child star actor turned Oscar nominee, and I know that an opportunity like that doesn’t come along every day. Even if he’s a little tipsy and doesn’t remember my name by the end of the night. I intend to enjoy myself for the first time in my life. Especially on my twenty-second birthday.
Chapter Two
Eric
I watched as she went to the bar. Her tight ass in those hot pants was a welcome distraction from all the crazy shit that’s flowing in my mind. I can’t remember the last time that I had any pussy, especially from a fan. That used to happen all the time when I walked around with a bodyguard or two to keep them at bay. Now, I’d be lucky if I’m recognized, but she did the moment she saw me, and with her piercing blue eyes and breasts that could fit in the palms of my hands. I knew that I had to make her mine tonight.
I decided that I’ll ask her for a drink, loosen her up a bit and then afterward, she’ll be coming to my place. I’ll do things to her that she’d only read about in those sexy romance book that she’s probably got in her room. I’ll make her nice and wet, especially when I get her down and dirty in between the sheets.
She strutted her tight ass back to my table, “Your boss is mad that you’re drinking with me?”
The frown was written all over her face. Fuck her lips are so fucking sexy that I can imagine them sucking my cock right now. Fuck the drink. I just want her sweet lips on my cock.
“No. She’s just mad at something. I know a place that we can go. If you still want to go out?” she shrugs, and I know enough about women, to know where this conversation’s leading to. The dark-haired blue-eyed beauty in front of me. Who's undone a couple more of her buttons to show off her cleavage thinks that I want a drink. She’s the one that I want to make wet. Having her come so many times that she’ll even forget about the drink, that she thinks that I so desperately crave.
Fuck!
For the last couple of weeks, all I’ve done is drink alone. She said that she was a fan and it just happened to be her birthday. I couldn’t think of a better gift to give her than spending time with me. This time last year I was the one that was picking the roles. No one asked me to read. Let alone tell me that they'll get back to me. They would sit Florence, my agent down and sell the script to her and then she would pass it on to me. It would depend on who was starring in it, who was directing it and what was big at the time. Was this movie going to be the next blockbuster? That was the only question that was always on my mind, and my leading lady would be not only pretending to be in my bed onscreen but offscreen too.
Fuck!
Those were the good old days, the type I crave so fucking much. The waitress heads back to me, and for some reason, I focus on her alluring lips, just like when she said my name and recognized me. It’s amazing the way that one minute everyone knows your name. Another star comes along, and everyone’s fucking forgotten. It’s as if I never existed in the first place.
As she headed back to me and her breasts jiggled up and down as if they were chanting my name. Ready to be squeezed by my hands. I could do that all night long while she rocked on top of me, which is what I’m about to suggest.
Forget the drinks.
I have something dirtier in mind, something that she’ll appreciate so much more.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here. Maybe somewhere better…”
She’s looking at me as if as if she’s trying to read my mind.
“My place!”
She’s starting to protest by shaking her head and acting as if she’s Little Boo Peep and treating me as if she wants to do something else, like go out for a drink.
I pull her up close to me, “Don’t tell me that you're only interested in getting drunk with me?”
She shakes her head and doesn’t try to pull back.
“You know what you’re coming to do at my place?”
“Fuck?”
Shit, I love it when a girl talks dirty. Then I hear a voice grab my arm and I know that it’s the start of trouble.
“Tony, what are you doing?”
She asks the tall dark-haired guy holding on to my arm.
“Valentina, you’re supposed to be working, and he’s acting like a creep,” Tony yells loud enough for me to hear as if I’m fucking deaf.
She shakes her head, “No. It’s fine. We’re getting out of here besides it's Eric Turner.”
I shift my arm away from his grip, and it’s clear that Tony’s not happy about her choice of words.
“What do you mean?”
He doesn’t look happy, but this just makes me smile, and I don’t even know the guy.
“I’m going out with him.”
I chuckle as she loops her arm in mine and says, “Tony she’s coming back to mine. And I’m going to be giving her a nightcap all night long.”
He’s lost for words as I walk past him. He has something that I have, and I’m not giving it back to him. Well, not tonight anyway.
Chapter Three
Valentina
I can’t believe that the child-star that I used to fantasize about as a kid is taking me back to his place. He’s not going to show me his awards. No, he wants to fuck me, and he didn’t even tell me. I told him.
What’s got into me?
I’ve only been here for over a year, and I’m acting as if I’m that type of girl. The idea of being with the one star that I’ve dreamed about being with for so many years is in front of me. I grew wet at the idea of spending the night with him. I can’t think of anyone that I’ll rather give my virginity too especially on my birthday night.
The audition felt like the only good thing that has happened to me since being here. Ever since I left home, my mom hasn’t called me. Not once. The idea that I could be alive or dead doesn’t seem to bother her. I’m an adult, and I shouldn’t worry about such things, but today’s my birthday. I thought that it would mean something to her, but then I knew that I had the chance with this reading. And then he walked into the bar. The guy that I’ve had a crush on ever since I saw him playing the lead role in Alone.
Back home, every girl in the choir didn’t stop talking about him since that movie. That’s when I fell in love with him. Right now, drinking's the last thing on my mind.
Only Eric.
“It seems that I upset your wannabe boyfriend?” he winks as we’re away from Tony. The bartender that I tend to work most shifts with and the one that treats me as if I’m a piece of dirt.
I shake my head, “He surprised me because he hardly talks to me most of the time.”
Eric stops as we get to the door, I’m mesmerized by his sea-blue eyes. I can’t get enough of him, and nothing’s happened between us. I’m trying to think of him as a person. Just a man picking me up, but this isn't any guy. This is the same one that I used to have photos off underneath my bed so that mom wouldn't find them. I grew up in a religious household, idolizing anyone that isn't God was deemed as a sin. I can't help but think that being in bed with him is a sin worth committing.
As soon as he opens the door to get out of the bar, and we’re outside he spins me back towards him and straight away his lips are on mine. The kiss is a promise of what’s to come once we get to this place. All I can think about is his home, being a house. A big one, and nothing like the box that I live in a couple of blocks from here.
He crushes his face against mine and sandwiches my body between his chest and the wall that he pins me against. I’m lost in his kiss. If a guy took me on a date and did this on the street. I would tell him to stop because I would be so embarrassed about doing this outside my work place. So, I don’t understand why it doesn’t both me with Eric. His kiss is so intoxicating that I find myself unable to move as he crushes his face against mine. His tongue explores my mouth and then his fingers start to make their way to the nape of my neck. I’m trying to kiss him back; I feel embarrassed about my lack of experience. I’ve only been kissed once. Just once since I’ve been in the city and even then that was a surprise, I didn’t know what to do then. I’m non-the-wiser as I let him take complete control. I’m trying to act as if I do so that he’s not disappointed and doesn’t change his mind.
He breaks away just when I have a rush of desire throbbing from between my legs.
“Fuck, we need to wait until I get you home. Otherwise, I’ll be fucking you right here.”
Oh, my!
I’m trying to act sexy as if I know what I should say or do, but I haven't got a clue.
“We could go out back to the alley?”
I gently run my hand down to his stomach as I flutter my eyelashes. I know that I’m making a show of myself as he shakes his head and says, “I intend to enjoy every inch of you and take my time doing it. Unless that’s your thing?”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about that statement? I don’t have a thing. I can’t even say anything as I suddenly become mute. He loses patience for a response; I don't have a thing. I'm a virgin. He takes my hand and whistles down a taxi. My aching sex that’s never been touched by anyone but me is jumping for joy. The idea of us going into an alleyway is not a thrill for him. This is going to be a night to remember. It's by far the best birthday present that I’ve ever had because not only am I losing my virginity but I’m doing it with the man of my dreams, Eric Turner.
As we hop into the taxi and the driver leaves the curb.
Eric blurts out, “You are one sexy kitten.”
I turn to him, and of course, the taxi driver thinks that this is some peep show and is using his back mirror to check us out at the back.
“You said that we should take it slow.”
He nods, “Maybe I made a mistake and we should have just gone out back.”
He turns to the driver while using one hand to ride up my thigh.
“How long till we get there?”
“Fifteen minutes. Maybe less!” The driver says and then as I see him looking through the mirror, I swear that at one stage I see him lick his lips and I wish that we would get to Eric’s place in less than fifteen minutes.
Eric moves closer to me as if he’s a man on a mission. I can tell that he wants to take me in the taxi. If it weren't for the pervert driver watching us, then I would probably let him. There’s enough lust at the back of the taxi for him to feed of that alone.
Eric glances over my body slowly and then takes a deep breath, and as hot as he was a minute ago, he goes stone cold as he turns his attention to looking out of the window. I look up and see the driver concentrating on the road. It’s as if time stands still and the only sites are the busy streets of tourists and other people going out on a Friday night. They’re enjoying themselves and laughing as they walk as for me. I’m going to Eric’s house, and I have a sense of panic as I think of myself going into the lion’s den.
Then on cue, the taxi stops and I look out at the large gates in front of me. The one’s that I’ll be walking through with him in a few minutes.
He passes some bills to the driver and then waits for me to step out. He holds my hand and then keys in some numbers into the gate. It opens, and we say nothing as we walk in silence. Until we reach his front door. I know that he has a palace behind the closed doors.
As soon as he keys the numbers into the door, the same way that he did with the gate. It opens, and he pushes it. I can hardly see anything, but then again I’m so lost in my thoughts that the last thing I’m thinking about is the combination to get inside his house. Let alone anything else. I wish that I went back to my room. It may be a box compared to the house that I’m being led into, but I still call it home. It has the little belongings that I came to the city with, but it’s where I lay my head at night. But not tonight, tonight I’m going to be sleeping with him.
As soon as he closes the door, he kisses me with the same hunger that he did when we were outside the club. He pins me against the wooden door and drives his mouth against mine. I can taste the beer that he had in the bar. It’s as if now he’s free to take me because we’re free from wandering eyes and as for his hands, they’re stripping me with such expertise as my jacket falls to the ground. His hands start running up my sides before he gets to my ass and I moan in pleasure, thinking that there’s no one here and it’s just Eric and me.
He seizes me more firmly until our mouths are the same height. I loop my arms and legs around him while running my fingers through his dark hair and pull him in closer. I can feel the pulsing mass of his cock on my dripping panties.
“Shit, you’re so wet!” Eric growls as he pulls back, “I can feel it through my pants.”
I feel shy about his statement if I’m pinned to the wall, he doesn’t know what kind of effect that he’s having on me right now. Then again, maybe he does, he just told me that I’m dripping wet. I'm hungry for him to take my virginity. Desperate for him to take all of me. I’m doing exactly what my mom accused me of ending up doing once I got to the city. She said that I would sell myself to all the other girls did that made it big. She meant girls like me who don’t have a chance of being anything but a pastor’s daughter and being passed on to their chosen husband. That was my fate, and that was part of the reason I had to leave my small town. I was dying and suffocating in my town. Ever since I’ve been in the city: I’ve been broke, even starved a few times just so that I can use the money to improve my portfolio but the freedom that I've tasted is much better than being back home.
He takes his hand and wraps it around my chin raising my eyes to him. There’s a dim light in the hallway, but I’m panting like a cat wanting a taste of milk. I want him to take me, but I have a feeling that he has doubts about it.
Did I do something wrong?
“We need to slow down Valentina. We’ve got the whole night. There’s no reason to rush.”
As his crotch is so close to my throbbing sex, I want to go all the way. I feel as if I’m ready to climax right now. He’s done it so easily by kissing my neck. I can feel his clean-shaven chin gently touching my skin and it’s driving me insane.
He lifts me up, without breaking the embrace and spins me around. The next thing I know, we’re on the stairs. He gently lays me down and then with his eyes he focuses on me. I can feel the strength of his muscles flex as we move. He holds me as if he’s holding a feather. His breathing doesn’t change as if I weigh nothing. I don’t eat much, mainly because maybe Janice is right I’m obsessed with being an actress. I find that working long hours and going for photo shoots in between don’t leave me with much time to eat. I’m not skinny. No way, but Harper always says that I can do with a bit more meat on my body.
I can’t wait to see him in the flesh. It’s one thing seeing him on screen, but just feeling his arms underneath that shirt has me more than curious about what lies underneath.
“Here?”
I could be in the middle of the Sahara right now, because I'm sweating so much. My eyes are focused on him as he tugs at my hot pants and then peels them off my legs. Then he lifts my arms and takes off my shirt. Within seconds he’s on top of me kissing me once again. There’s something about being taken that’s so erotic.
I reach out as his tongue expertly moves inside my mouth. He grabs both my arms and holds them on the stair above. I start to protest, and he breaks away and says, “This is my house. My rules. You only touch when I say so. You got it?”
I nod my head, not wanting to let him down. After all, he’s Eric Turner, and I’m going to get the treat of my life.
“Yes.”
Chapter Four
Valentina
He hesitates for a moment and says, “I want to touch you in ways that are going to blow your fucking mind.”
My legs are wide open, and he’s fully dressed in between them. He doesn’t need my permission to take it any further. He’s already done that from the moment he shut the door and I entered his house.
“I’m going to put my tongue in between your legs. That’s just a taste of what I’m going to do to you. And then after then, I’m going to ride your pussy until you don't even know what’s the day of the week, let alone your name. My lips are going to taste every part of your sweet body and send you to ecstasy. No man will ever do what I plan to do to you all night and morning long. Do you understand?”
My throat goes dry as I whisper, ‘Yes.”
I squirm against him as his words start a fire burning inside of me. My body can’t maintain the arousal any longer. It’s as if I’m about to burst any moment, and then he releases my hands and I hold on to the side of the stairs as he does the one thing that no man has ever done. I want to tell him that he’s the first and I feel a bit nervous about him going down there.
But as his tongue becomes one with my pussy it sends a wave of pleasure sizzling through me that the air conditioner all of a sudden feels as if it stopped working. He growls as he does it again. I know that he’s tasting every part of my fold as he doesn’t leave one part untouched.
“Fuck, you taste so damn sweet. Even better than I’d imagined.”
I smile at his compliment, but then as his tongue starts working it’s magic once more all I do is moan and start grinding myself against him. I feel as if I’m coming apart as every lick starts to peel away a little more of me.
I pull him closer towards me, but then he seizes my wrists and snarls, “Not again. I need to take you to the bedroom if you can’t behave yourself.”
I laugh at the idea of him tying me up. But then something else happens as I look down and see the darkness in his eyes. It makes me want him to take me to the bedroom. I want him to explore me. Every inch like he promised a few minutes ago. The idea of being completely at his mercy makes me want him to do that.
“I want to please you.”
He smiles, “You will the moment I’m done with you on the stairs, in the shower, and on the door.”
Holy crap!
He has the whole schedule of where he’s taken me and what he’s going to do next. I can’t believe it, but then as he slides a finger inside of me while stroking my G-spot.
“Shit, you’re so damn tight. I want to fuck you right now. But I want to wait. I want you dripping wet when I do that.”
“I am,” I plead as I’m trying not to come right now and keep up this conversation.
“Ah,” I scream out as he’s no longer stroking my G-spot but rubbing his thumb against it.
“I want to see you come. This is what I’m doing right now. Come for me.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice; every muscle starts to tense up inside of me as I prepare for the first explosion of the night. He wants to see me come, and that’s exactly what I intend to do right now.
“You’re so fucking tight!”
He yells out as my body starts to buckle and my vision shatters as I rock against him. I’m talking as if I was brought up in a brothel. Every curse word under the sun is coming out of my mouth. I can’t even control them as I move from side-to-side as if I’m in a torture chamber and the only way that I can get relief is to be free. I think that it’s going to stop, but the more I move and scream out, Eric just puts his tongue against my pussy making me want to come more. He’s holding on to my butt to keep me firmly in position as he continues to take me right over the edge.
“Shit, that was so fucking hot!”
He says as I hear the sound of a condom packet ripping, but I can’t even open my eyes to see what he’s doing because my vision’s still blurred. I hear the sound of a zipper and then before I know it, he’s saying, “I’m going to fuck you. I can’t wait any longer.”
Then he rolls the condom on his fat dick. He’s more gifted than I thought he would be and I start to feel nervous about it. I can’t speak, as much as I want to tell him to stop.
I’m a virgin that’s never been licked let alone fucked, and he wants to take so much from me all on one night.
“You’re so big!”
God! I sound like a little kid.
“Don’t worry; I’ll be gentle.”
I nod slowly as he hasn’t even taken off his shirt. Just his pants are around his legs, and he’s about to come inside me. He slowly as promised, moves towards me and I want to hold on to him, for dear life. But, I can’t. He won’t let me, but as he starts to enter me and stretches out my pussy. I have to hold on to him. My skin’s so tender, and it’s burning as my muscles begin to flex and draw him into me. I’m so wet, so he slides, but it is a bit painful as he slowly moves into me.
He’s true to his word about that.
“Fuck you’re so damn tight!”
He laughs as I feel as if he’s not going to stop going inside of me. One minute I think that he can’t be any bigger, but then the more he fills me up. The wetter I become and the pain becomes a fading memory. My hands hold on to his back for dear life, and he says nothing as I slip one hand under his shirt and I can feel the slickness of his skin.
He seems lost in the pleasure of my tightness and with his weight on top of me. There’s nothing I can do, but hold on to him. He’s no longer going slow. It’s as if he’s lost all sense of control as he starts to pick up his pace. The more I grab hold of him, no longer for dear life, but I’m digging my nails into him, screaming at the top of my lungs. It seems to encourage him to go faster and deeper. It’s no longer hurting as he fucks me harder and grinds my clit.
I start to feel the same way that I did a few minutes ago. My body starts going into over time as I feel myself being brought to the edge. I didn’t think that I was capable. I touch myself once in a while, whenever I see the hot guys in the bar and even when I used to see Eric on-screen. I used to dream about this moment all the time, but then he disappeared, and I can’t believe that my fantasy is now my reality. I can tell that I’m not the only one who’s going to come soon. His breathing changes into little spurts, and he’s growling as if he’s out of control. His hips start working over time as his thrusts are wilder and his fingers are tighter as they start to dig into my skin. I can feel it vibrating all the way through his body to mine, and his fingers start to dig into my ass that he’s holding in position.
“Valentina hold on tight. I’m coming!”
His words seem to send him over the the edge because with one hard thrust he drops on top of me. My pussy clenches him and wants to milk every drop, knowing that I’ve sent him to the edge makes me proud that I made him come, but my body starts to feel the aftermath as my orgasm this time was more intense than it was the first time. It’s as if a tidal wave as I curl my toes leaving me breathless and limp. We both lie there for a minute as we try and get our breath back. I look up at him, and his face is flushed with sweat.
It isn’t the most romantic setting in the world, yet I still feel as if I’m in seventh heaven as he looks at me and laughs, “Shit, that was intense.”
He pulls out of me and then I have a sense of emptiness as there’s nothing in between my legs. I didn’t want him to do that, but then he rolls the condom off his once erect dick and says, “Shit that was a load. You drive me, crazy girl!”
I stand still as I try and regain my senses. To say that I’m used to this would be a lie. He stands up, and I watch as he buckles his belt and stands up straight with the used condom in his hand. Then with the other, he says, “I told you not to touch me. But you wanted to disobey me right?”
I shake my head and then agree, while wondering what he has in mind.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Valentina, I’ll show you what I do every single time you can’t help it. I’m going to punish you!”
He raises his eyebrows, but before I could say another thing he has me up and on his shoulder as if I’m a sack of potatoes that he’s going to peel and devourer.
“My clothes!”
I say in protest as he starts to head up the stairs.
“What we’re going to do next. The furthest thing from your mind will be your clothes. Trust me.”
I don’t say another word after a rush of adrenaline takes over and it’s as if he’s pouring fuel on the fire. I want to know what he has in mind. I thought that having sex on his stairs was it, or even the other things that he mentioned earlier. I’ve crossed a line, and I want to know where it takes me. I don’t want this night to end, not ever. I just want it to go on and on.
Chapter Five
Eric
I head up to my bedroom, drop the used condom in the trash an then sprawl her naked ass on my legs. She doesn’t say a word, but I can feel her quivering like a leaf blowing in the wind. She doesn’t even look up, but I bet she’s smiling. I’m amused at the idea of picking her up and spanking her. I haven’t had sex on the staircase for a while. Then again, the most I’ve been doing is jerking off lately. That’s the price of fame. I’ve lost my sex appeal; there’s another new star getting all the girls that used to run after me. But not this one. She’s mine for the night, and I intend to pleasure myself every way possible as she’s in my arms.
I blurt out, “I’ll be gentle at first.”
Her skins so fucking smooth and as for her pussy, I can suck that all day long. It’s so fucking sweet.
“What are you going to do to me?”
She speaks! She flicks her dark hair to the side as she waits for an answer. She’s been so quiet; it’s been unnerving. I want a willing partner, not one that I feel as if I’ve bullied into silence.
“I’m going to give you a good spanking.”
I pinch her ass, “Shit, your ass is just as tight as your pussy. It’s fucking perfect.”
I clap my hands in the air just once to put the second lights on, twice would have my bedroom light up like a Christmas tree. I don’t want that, it’s still dark outside, and I want to just see her sweet ass turn peach as I spank it.
“Eric, are you going to spank me? What did I do?”
She reaches out her hand, and I think that she’s going to hold on to my legs, but instead, she lengthens them on the bed.
Good, she’s fucking learning.
I raise an eyebrow thinking that she thinks that this is all fun and games. I was serious when I said that I’m going to spank her. Punish her for not obeying the rules from the start.
“When I told you not to touch me, I meant it. But you didn’t want to listen. So this is the price that you need to pay.”
“I’ve only been spanked by my dad.”
“Now, you’ll be adding more to your list. It’s going to sting at first, but then don’t think about it so much. This is different to when your dad spanked you. This is pure pleasure; you’ll enjoy it just as much as I do once I’m done with you.”
She lets out a little laugh and says, “My dad never spanked me naked.”
Too much talking, so I start to rub her ass and then get on with it. I can tell that she’s nervous as she starts to shake slightly.
“Remember. Pain than Pleasure. Here we go.”
Her head flops down, and then I can tell that she’s scared, so I take it one step at a time. I rest my hand on her cheek and then I lift my hand up slightly and then slap it against her cheek. I can see a little explosion on her skin, and she mumbles, “Ouch!”
I don’t stop as I lift up my hand higher and the blows are steady and sharper. The only sound is my hand on her cheeks. She’s no longer squirming; there’s a different sound leaving her mouth. One of enjoyment as she’s no longer clinging on to the bed, but sighing every time I spank her.
“Hmm,” she hums after I spank her a couple more times. I know that she’s embracing and enjoying the pain that I’m inflicting on her tight butt.
I love a fucking good spanking, it always gets me in the mood, and there’s nothing sexier than having a girl on your knee wanting me to spank her, and she loves it. I can tell as she continues to turn her screams into groans.
I love taking control and witnessing the dominance that lays beneath me. I stop as my erection starts getting out of control. Fuck, I want to be inside of her so badly right now.
“You fucking loved it didn’t you?”
I’m rubbing her cheeks thinking about my big cock being inside of them and taking her once again.
“Hmm, yes much more than I thought I would.”
“That’s your punishment for the night.”
She laughs, “I don’t remember ever enjoying a spanking like that when I was little.”
Shit, if it weren't just for one night I would make her come back every fucking night. It’s as if she’s built to be dominated. Not like the other fans, who want more and start getting greedy. No, Valentina’s different. She was reluctant at first, but now she’s had a taste I can tell that she loves it and the crazy part about it, is that she’s not the only one.
I’m rubbing her cheeks, and she’s grinding herself against my cock. Fuck, it’s as if she wants me to take her again. I know that she does, I slide my finger into her pussy, and that’s when I have the confirmation that she’s wet.
“Fuck, you’re dripping again!”
She wants me and the way that evidence is right in my pants right now. I push my finger deeper inside of her and slip through her folds once more. She starts to plead, “Don’t stop!”
As her cock arches up in the air and then she starts to whimper as I push deeper inside of her and she opens her leg begging for more. I put another finger inside of her, stretching her further. Her pussy’s so fucking tight, and I move my finger in small circles making sure that no fold is untouched. Her body starts to hum as I bring her to the point of no return. I know that I should replace my cock with my fingers but watch her come has me frozen. I would greedily take her without hesitation if she didn’t look the picture of perfection at the moment. She starts to hold on to my legs, and then I warn her as she arches up.
“No hands!”
She quickly moves her hands away as I start to prepare to see her no longer moaning, but gasping for air as I circle slowly inside her tight pussy. So, fucking slow that it feels as if a minute has passed every time I do a full circle.
“Fuck! I wanted to watch, but I need to be inside you again.”
She flips me onto the bed with no warning, and I can’t wait for him to join me. I start to replace his fingers with my own and try to make the same movements that he did only a few minutes ago.
I close my eyes as one hand is in my pussy and then other is on my breast.
“Fuck!”
I see him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. He’s watching me, and I can tell by his expression that he loves the view.
“Don’t fucking stop!”
Chapter Six
Valentina
He says as this time he puts the condom on and starts to strip his clothes. Then, I’m so near the edge that I can’t watch him.
I want to see his body.
I close my eyes and continue to pleasure myself in front of him. I continue to squeeze my nipples feeling sinfully good and hum as I start to find my rhythm. It didn’t take long for my body to start to shiver and for me to climax.
“Now, it’s my turn,” Eric moans as he comes on top of me. I can’t even protest because he’s perfect shape of a body is on top of mine and he’s wrapping his fingers around my hips and pulling me close towards him.
With one violent thrust, he rams his cock into my pussy. It was so unexpected because I’d just come. I couldn’t have sex again. I needed to rest, but my body betrays me as my sex roars back into life, and instead of telling him to back away it welcomes him with open arms. My wetness starts to draw him closer to me, and my once tight pussy starts to stretch allowing all of his cock to enter me.
He drives deeper inside of me as he growls like a wild animal and he’s holding on to my butt pushing me deeper into the bed. His other hand is on my shoulder as he holds me firmly in place. It’s as if I’m being possessed by him as he takes every part of me and all I can do is scream. Yell at the top of my lungs as the once pain turns into pleasure once again. We start rocking together in unison as our orgasms take a hold. I can’t even hold on to him, I feel so weak, but the energy that I’m exerting feels as if it’s another woman’s body. Not mine. As a connection builds between us. I didn’t even think that it was possible, we haven’t even had a conversation yet, there’s a burning sensation happening and all I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the ride.
The one that he promised I’d be taking tonight. He’s a man of his word. The famous actor who’s been a shining star in my eye for so long thrusts inside of me one more time before shouting out, “I’m coming!”
Then he starts to pick up his speed and then I completely let go as I’m no longer fighting the pleasure that I’m experiencing at the moment and then my body clenches and tingles. As he starts moving at such rapid speeds and then all of a sudden he stops. I’m too tired to speak as he flops to the side and the only thing I can do is close my eyes as sleep takes over my body.
“You are fucking unbelievable has anyone ever told you that?”
I whisper, “No.”
“Shit, you’re tired.”
He lifts up the covers and says, “Come lay next to me. Get some rest. We’ll have a shower later. I’ll rub you down, and you’ll get your energy back again.”
I hope so because I feel so weak. I didn’t eat that much today and if I knew that not only was I going to be losing my virginity, but I’ll have a marathon session with Eric. I would have had a triple hamburger just to keep me going for the rest of the night. I had a feeling by the way that he was stroking me, he didn’t just want us to have sex in the shower. He did want us to have sex all night long. This was the best birthday gift ever, something that I wouldn’t regret for the rest of my life.
Chapter Seven
Eric
This is fucking crazy!
Something that I would have done back in my hay day. I wouldn’t hesitate to take a girl back to my place, but that was before actors like me used to get caught with underage girls. I’d seen one too many of my co-stars get caught out that way, and the one woman that was safe to take back to the crib was one of the stars at least we didn’t have to worry about their age. They’re the safe bet; it doesn’t matter if they’re married or not. At least no one runs the risk of ending up in court.
I head down the stairs as I look at her sprawled like an eagle on the bed. She’s completely exhausted; she works in a bar. There’s no way that she’s under age. She can’t be. And she said that it was her birthday, but she didn’t say how old she was going to be. That wasn’t even a session, last night and even the early hours of the morning we were still at it. It’s as if the more I take her, the more I want. She’s a piece of candy one that I don’t feel like giving up. Not now. She made me think of something other than drinking, which hasn’t happened in a long time. I feel as if my head’s spinning, but I want to make sure that we managed to pick up all her clothes that were scattered on my stairs.
When we grabbed something to eat earlier, I let her wear one of my shirts. Fuck! She looked as sexy as hell with her tight butt teasing me and when I got the whipped cream and put it in between her pussy that was the only thing that I was hungry for, tasting her all over again.
I’m broke. Well, not quite. I still have the house and the cars, but it won’t be long before they’re knocking on the door wanting to take one of them or even worse all of them.
I can’t let that happen; I need to be fucking positive. I fucking read like a preacher last week, but there’s one problem. They still haven’t called me. I check my phone by the nightstand, and there’s nothing.
Fuck!
Maybe I do need a drink even if it’s too early in the morning. Then again there’s no time limit when I feel like complete shit.
I grab my pants from last night; I’m too tired to start searching for something to wear. Besides, I know that the only two people in the house are Rosetta and Valentina. Before I used to have one housekeeper, a gardener and a couple of other staff. Now, I can’t even afford to keep the garden up. Let alone the rest of the house, but Rosetta stays and does the best she can. If I don’t get the movie deal, then I won’t even have her anymore. She’s been with me for so long and calls me sentimental, but the idea of her leaving fucking cuts like a knife.
I put on a shirt, and then I start to head out of my room, before looking at Valentina once more. I want to see if she’s sleeping or pretending. I shake my head at the idea of her going through my shit once I leave the room. I get close to her just to make sure that she’s still fucking breathing. After confirmation of that and her mumbling something in her sleep. I turn and head out of my room. I’m going right down to the living room to get a drink and then like yesterday. I’ll decide what part of town to get completely drunk in if Florence doesn’t call me today. The agony of staying at home with no phone call is too much to fucking bear.
“Señor Turner is that you?”
Rosetta shouts out; maybe she didn’t think that I was at home.
“Yes,” I say as I notice that there are no clothes on stairs. I’m sure that we picked it up, but I can’t remember anything right now. The only thing that was on my mind was taking Valentina in as many ways as possible without ripping her pussy apart.
“Good afternoon Señor Turner, did you have a nice night?”
I nod my head, ignoring her question and I wonder why she’s saying that it’s afternoon when I’m sure that it’s the only morning. I look at my phone as I start walking towards her and see that it’s just after one. Fuck, my eyes must be playing tricks on me, because a few minutes ago I thought that it was eleven. Not one in the fucking afternoon. Even better, that means that it’s civilized to be drinking this time of day. Not that it ever bothered me before. Usually, I don’t even care what time it is, just that I’m fully stocked up.
I scratch my head as I see the front door wide open, but no car. Why’s my car not in the driveway. My merc, the one I left parked before I left.
“I’ve been here all night,” I reply as my eyes dart towards her and back to the drive. I swear that when we came home from the bar, my car was parked outside.
“So, where’s my car?”
“They came to take it Señor Turner. They said that they told you. I thought that you not here, so I didn't want to wake you. Sometimes you leave things around but you not here.”
Shit, they told me that I had until Monday. Not that it would have made any difference. If Florence does call, it takes time to sort out the contracts and all that. I’m not going to get any money overnight, but at least the prospects of getting some, which is better than my bone dry bank account at the moment.
“Who?”
I want to make sure that it’s not some thief. Maybe it wasn’t the creditors, and I’m just being paranoid.
“Señor Turner, they came for not just the Mercs,” her chubby fingers take hold of my arm as if she wants to make sure that I’m paying attention. Some part of me is still looking out on the drive. Wondering if my car will show up. I loved that car, back when I was famous it was a gift from Mercedes. All that was needed was for me to drive in the car. Until they broke the contract and all of a sudden it was on my list of creditors.
“They came for all of them.”
“All of what?”
I wish that she’ll stop talking in riddles and get to the point.
“The bike, the Merc and the Cruiser.”
Fuck!
All my vehicles have been taken in the blink of an eye. It shows that I haven’t been paying attention. I knew that they were coming for the Mercedes, but all of them.
I feel weak as I step away from her and use the door to balance me. She doesn’t stop talking as she starts to get in a panic.
“They had some papers, and I thought that it was you, so I opened the gates. I didn’t ask properly because I just came in and wanted to talk to you about something and then when I saw you not in. I just let them in and then by the time I realize that they, not you. It was too late,” she sighs as she’s probably reliving this morning.
“Why did they come so early?”
I’m talking to myself if she’d just come in and she tends to get her around seven to seven-thirty they must have come real early. Especially for a Saturday morning.
“This not the first time they come. Just I never get to tell you before. But they come. Cars are gone and me sorry. So sorry, Señor Turner.”
I nod my head, “It’s not your fault.” I pat her on the shoulder as I walk inside leaving the door wide open. I stand in the hallway like a jilted groom not knowing what to do with myself. I can hear Rosetta telling me over and over again that she’s sorry. I told her that it wasn’t her fault, I’m not going to repeat myself. She told me the bad news. The only thing on my sober mind is that I need a fucking drink like a newborn baby needs milk. I know why Rosetta was looking for me this morning, she hasn’t been paid in weeks. I can’t deal with that right now.
She knows that I’m fucking pissed about the cars.
I just can’t deal with another fucking thing right now. Not until after I’ve had a drink.
Chapter Eight
Valentina
I can’t believe that I’m in Eric Turner’s house. Okay, this isn’t the way that I expected to meet him, but the idea that I’m here has me completely star struck. I woke up and discovered that he’s not in bed. Part of me felt so embarrassed about the fact that I’d given myself to him in so many ways.
I debate for a minute whether to jump in the shower or not? It’s not my house, and I’m making myself at home.
Then again, I can’t see Eric begrudging me for taking a shower, at least to freshen up before seeing him again. I crawl out of bed and then walk across into the bathroom. The same one that he was giving me a body rub in not too long ago. I stand by the door wondering whether to lock it or not. It’s really silly because it’s obvious that he lives alone. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been taking me on a grand tour trying to make me come in every part of the house. Even then I don’t think that we went everywhere. I didn’t even know where we were most of the time. I knew that he just couldn’t get enough and I was ever so willing to give it to him.
I’m smiling as I get into the shower and I don’t want to take too long. I’m supposed to be working later tonight, and I need to be on my best behavior especially after the way I spoke to Janice. She’s probably ready to replace me. Yesterday it was my birthday, and I had a feeling that she wanted to make me miserable. I was on a high, and I planned to stay that way for the rest of the day. Nothing was going to bring me down, even one of her pep talks. Usually, I listen and tell myself that she's the voice of reason. She has experience, and I just wasn’t in the mood. I’ll buy her a bottle of Joel Gott Cabernet Sauvignon, her favorite wine, and hope that she forgives me. I’m a hard worker; she can’t deny that. One little bump in the road, shouldn’t mean that she’s going to sack me. Well, I hope not.
I jump out of the shower because I'm spending a bit too much time in there while getting lost in my thoughts. The water was sending me back to sleep and making me feel nostalgic. I grab one of the towels on the rack and try to dry every part of me as quickly as possible. I know that it’s impossible with my hair. Luckily I have a band in my purse, so I’ll just wrap it into a lose bun. That’s what I do on most days.
As I head to the bedroom, there’s still no Eric. I want to call out, but then I feel shy about doing that. Damn!
Last night was so comfortable being around him, and now I feel shy. It’s crazy because there isn’t any part of my body that he hasn’t touched, licked or even tasted. I shake my head as I put the towel on the towel rack in the bathroom and then put on my clothes and grabbing my purse I head out of the door.
I decide to head down the stairs and see if maybe he’s in the kitchen or something when I hear a noise. It sounds like a bottle breaking, and I immediately rush to the sound, but I’m not the other one as I bump into a small Latino lady by the door. She turns her head as she has a faint smile on her face. I do the same and see Eric on the floor in front of his picture. He’s just thrown a bottle at it.
“Eric?”
“Señor Turner!”
The lady blurts out by my side.
What’s going on?
She shouts out, “I get it cleaned. Don’t worry Señor Turner. I do it.”
But I don’t think that he cares. As he gets up and just walks past me as I stand as if I’m frozen in time. Then he starts heading up the stairs. I want to walk back out of the door because I expected us to have an awkward moment together. Not like this, I didn’t think that he would get mad, but it can’t be about me. It must be about something else.
“My name is Rosetta. I’m Señor Turner’s housekeeper. If you like, I’ll make you breakfast?”
I nod my head, feeling bad for her. I wonder if he does this type of thing all the time. I watch as Rosetta comes back with a vacuum cleaner in one hand and a dustpan and brush in another.
She smiles at me, “He gets like this sometimes. When he gets sad. Don’t worry he come down soon. I make you something, and by the time you eat, he’ll be fine.”
Wow, just like that?
Is this why he’s been away from the spotlight, he’s been sad? I think that she wants to say depressed or maybe something deeper than that, but I can’t think right now. As I want to leave. I never thought that I would come to the star’s house the one that I’ve idolized for so long and wanted to leave. I nod to her, and she points in the opposite direction I want to tell her I know where it is. But I find myself speechless about the chain of events, “Go wait there. I come in the kitchen. I just clean this up.”
I watch as her chubby fingers start to get to use. Without hesitation, she starts vacuuming, and I follow her direction and head to the kitchen. Not to wait for her, but simply to call Harper and tell her that I’ll be home soon.
“Hey, it’s me, Valentina.”
She laughs, “I know who it is. What’s up? I thought that maybe you were getting down and dirty with Eric Turner.”
“Funny.”
She’s still laughing, so I wait for her to stop. She sounds as if she’s heading home. I can hear her on the bus and maybe this isn’t the best time to have this type of conversation. I rented the room next to hers and ever since then we’ve been best friends. She’s my only friend in the city; she even managed to get me a job at The White Bar. Most of the girls working at the bar are budding actresses and think that you’re some competition if they believe that they’re helping you out in any way possible.
“So you going to tell me where you’re at? Or you are going to keep quiet on the other side of the cell?”
I nod my head, but then don’t say a word as Rosetta comes into the kitchen. She sees me on the phone and whispers, “Just call me when you finish. I make you something.”
Again, I nod my head and smile at her. She leaves the kitchen, and I get on and say exactly what’s on my mind.
“I’m at his house.”
“Whose?”
I sigh, “Eric Turner. I came back in a taxi with him to his house.’
“Tony said that you left with him, but I thought that he was just acting like a prick. I didn’t think that you would do something like that. Not you!”
I laugh as I think about her being the one person that’s always telling me just to chill and get a life. And now I’m telling her that I’ve done a lot more than that, no wonder she’s surprised.
“Well, I’m full of surprises.”
I’m trying to sound casual, but I’m not good at that.
“What’s up? You wouldn’t call me when you’re there unless something’s up.”
“He just threw a bottle at the wall and just went to his room. It was weird, we had…” I clear my throat as I think about Rosetta hanging around and probably hearing parts of the conversation.
“It’s as if last night he didn’t mean.…”
“I’m going to stop you right there. He wanted to get laid. He got to lay the guy that you’ve been fantasizing about your whole life. Don’t think that this is anything else. If he wanted you there, then he would be making you breakfast. I know what you’re doing, thinking that this is something real. It isn’t. Get out and then come back here and tell me all about it you dirty girl!”
“No, it’s not like that.”
“Valentina I’ve seen the photos that you keep of him. It’s clear that you’re a fan. But he’s a star that’s had more than his fair share of a rough patch. I bet he looked smoking hot last night? Even if he didn’t, he’s still Eric Turner. Just hurry up and come and tell me about it.”
I know that she’s right, but then I decided just to tell her my other issue.
“I don’t have any money to get home.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
She blurts out, and I start to sob, “I have no idea. I thought that he would pay for the drinks and then we may get back to his place, but he gave the driver like seventy bucks. I don’t have that kind of money to get home. Besides, there’s no taxi rank around her.”
“I bet.” She takes a deep breath and says, “You got carried away being star struck by the one guy that you’ve got photos off. Valentina get out of there and just come home. I’m getting off the bus now. I’ll pay for the cab back home, don’t sweat it. Hearing the juicy details will be payback enough because I want to hear every last dirty detail..”
I sigh, “Sure, I’m just going to get something to eat and then I’ll be on my way. It’s okay. I’ll be there soon don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried I just need some sleep and you need to get over the fact that you’re with a star. Because you’re not. He’s a fading star that you had a major crush on, and you need to get rid off. Keep the night in your mind, but don’t think of it as anything more than one night.”
“I know, soon I’ll be on my way.”
“Valentina, you better be, because I need to sleep. I’ve got a shift in about six hours, and once I hit the sack, I’m out like a light.”
“I know, I usually hear you snoring from next door. Night get some sleep.”
“What? I thought that you were coming home?”
“I am. Soon. Just get some rest. It’s okay. I don’t need the money after all. It’s all good.”
I look up and see Eric. Not the man that came to the bar, but a completely different one. A man dressed in a red polo shirt with jeans and most of all he’s showered and nothing like the man who just threw a bottle at the wall.
Chapter Nine
Eric
“I was hoping that you would still be here.”
I nod my head, “Yes, I was just talking to my friend.”
“About leaving right?” I drop some bills on her purse which is lying on the table. She’s a struggling actress and the only way for her is for me to give her a lift and hat’s not an option seeing as I don’t have a car.
I head over to the stove, “How do you like your eggs?”
She nods as if she’s in a fucking trance.
“Well done.”
It’s as if she’s speechless and then she moves towards me. No longer do I feel angry or even upset about all that’s taken place today. I can’t fucking go on like this anymore. Not if I need to make a change, maybe knowing that she’s downstairs ready to heal my wounds made me feel like getting changed. Not just physically, but mentally too.
“Good, because I don’t know how to do anything else.”
I smile at her, but I’m not used to doing that. Being nice and planting a smile on my face. Something that I’ve rarely done.
“Where’s Rosetta?” Valentina asks as she comes to sit closer to me on the stool by the workspace. The place that I used to sit when I had nothing better to do but watch Rosetta cook something up for me. She even showed me how to make a couple of things in the kitchen. The time that she had to spend time with her sick mom and I refused to have anyone else in the house while she was gone.
My short smile turns into a frown as I think about her bringing up Rosetta, the one who left my house a few minutes ago in tears.
“She had to leave!”
I lie as I turn to the fridge and put my non-culinary skills to a test. I’ve spent as much time in here lately as I did in her bar yesterday. But, it doesn’t mean that I can’t fry an egg, put some bacon and sausage on the grill. I can do basic things even if I’m not on the big screen.
“Do you need me to do something?”
I stare at her for a minute, as if I’m seeing her for the first time. I’m not slightly tipsy, and she’s not naked. I laugh at the irony of us not being able to keep our hands off each other only a few hours ago to sitting down at a table and having a conversation. It’s not that I don’t want her, but right now I’m just not in the mood but to do anything but eat.
“No, just keep me company if you don’t mind?”
I wink at her, and she smiles back, “But I need to be heading back soon. I’ve got to go to work.”
I nod, “Sure, I even went upstairs to get you some money for a taxi home.”
She shakes her head, “I can’t accept that.”
I sigh, “You have no choice. I’m not taking no for an answer. Besides I can’t take you home.”
“Oh, is your car in the workshop?”
I’m thinking of a story to tell her, anything to save face when she points, “I think that the eggs are burning. “
I take the pan off the stove and then put on the extractor. Something that I should have done before I started cooking. The breakfast that seemed so simple ends up in the trash as Valentina smiles and says, “Maybe it’s better if I just go.”
“Can you cook?”
She nods, “A lot better than you can.”
Well, that’s not fucking hard. I move out of the way after putting the burned bacon in the trash and command, “You cook, and I’ll lay the table.”
“I think that’s the best thing to do.”
God, what is it about her that makes me want her to stay. She has to go to work, and I need to get a drink, later on, I’m hoping that Florence is going to call. But it’s a Saturday, the likelihood of that happening is next to none. No, I need to face the fact that this is it. I’m not getting that role. It doesn’t matter if it’s happening, I just know that it’s not happening for me.
***
“Fuck that tasted so good!”
Valentina laughs, “It’s just eggs, breakfast and a bit of bacon.”
I nod, “But compared to what I was making earlier it’s fucking perfect.”
She shrugs, “It wasn’t hard to do. Anyway, I need to get going my room mate’s waiting for me.”
“I thought that you said that you lived alone?”
She points a finger at me as if surprised that I was paying attention to her talking in between eating. I was hungry and just thought that she loved to talk. She was drinking like a fish, and I knew that was due to all the screaming she was doing all over the house.
Last night there were no boundaries, we were lovers, friends and everything mixed up together. Now we're sitting down at the table and having a conversation. It should feel natural, and I wonder if I’m getting old because I don’t want her to go. It seems nuts thinking about her that way, but I want to ask her to spend the weekend. I have that nagging feeling inside my head telling me that I can’t cross that boundary. Not now. I need cash, and I need to focus on getting a job. Valentina’s a distraction that I can’t afford to have in my life right now.
“Yes, she’s not exactly my roommate. It’s a big house, and it’s all divided into rooms. Rental prices are getting expensive, and so this was my best option. It means that I get to paid cheap rent, not that there's such a thing in LA. Anyway, not compared to the small town that I lived in. I could rent a house like this back there for the amount I’m paying for my room. Well, not quite. Anyway, I’ve only been here..”
“A year. I know you said and I heard you when you said it.”
She turns around and avoids eye contact with me. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to her, but she’s said it so many times I wonder if there’s a reason behind it. I thought that it was to see if I was listening, but now I think that she did it for another reason.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
She shakes her head, and I think what the fuck? I’m not supposed to be feeding and entertaining her. I must be getting old or desperate for company? Either way, she’s got to go now. I pick out my phone and start logging on to the app, the one I use once in a while when I want a taxi, and I book her one immediately. I would use my card to pay for it, but then they took my card. Fuck they could have frozen my accounts too. I feel as if everything’s coming to a dramatic end and I’m entertaining as if there’s no tomorrow.
“It’s just that I had my first audition yesterday and I know that to someone like you, it sounds silly. You’ve been for millions.”
She takes a deep breath as she plays with her plate. Anything to distract herself from my stare. She stands up and says, “Anyway, it was a big deal to me, and I need you to know that you made it special.”
I’m about to say something, but then I keep my mouth shut because I have a feeling that she hasn’t finished saying what’s on her mind.
“You brought me here.”
Fucked you like crazy.
“Made me feel special like I was part of this world.”
She takes both our plates and then heads to the kitchen. It’s as if she’s lived here and then she pauses as she puts them in the dishwasher.
“Everyone’s been telling me that I shouldn’t have high expectations about anything in the city. There are so many actresses who went to the right drama school, colleges and they’re all out of work.”
I’m starting to get angry because for a second I thought that she was having a dig at me. But as she puts the plates in the dishwasher and says, “Well, I just wanted to say that knowing that I have a small chance of hope is enough to put a smile on my face.”
Then without warning my phone rings and the bell goes at the same time.
She stops and looks at me, “Are you expecting anyone?”
I nod my head, “Your taxi’s here. I thought that you needed to get going and I thought that I’ll help you along.”
She sighs, “Sure, I need to get going.”
I feel like a jerk for doing it while she was talking, but she did say that she had to go. Maybe I need to learn how to kick a girl out of my house without making them feel like shit. She grabs her purse and runs out off the door. I want to stop her and tell her bye, or maybe kiss and say that I’ll see her again.
Shit, only a guy would do that. Someone that she deserves to be with as I press the button to open the gates. She doesn’t turn back. It’s best for her, but most of all it’s even better for me.
Chapter Ten
Valentina
I’m sitting in the taxi only a couple of blocks from my room. The one that I have to sleep in tomorrow after I finish my shift today. I can’t believe that he did that to me. I feel so damn cheap. When he asked if I was hungry and offered me something to eat. Silly me thought that he was talking about maybe getting to know each other better. I didn’t think for one minute that he was desperate to get me out of the house.
“Here we are. Eighty dollars and twenty-five cents!”
The driver says as he turns to face me. I look in my purse at the notes that he left on top of my purse. I can’t believe that he only gave me fifty bucks, which means that I’m really out of pocket. He paid seventy, but then again maybe he didn’t have any money. I did out the bills out of my purse and then reluctantly give it to the driver as if I’ve given him a kidney or something.
I can’t believe that things are going from bad to worse in the space of a short time.
That’s when I see Harper crossing the street, and I jump out of the taxi and then tell the driver to keep the seventy-five cents change. He doesn’t even say anything as I slam the door shut.
“Harper!”
I shout even though it’s the last thing that I feel like doing right now. I’m tired, angry and so darn frustrated right now. Why did I think that Eric Turner would be a nice guy? One that would offer me more than a ride home.
“Hey,” she says as she comes running up to me.
“Considering you’ve been getting down and dirty with the one man that you’ve idled for so long you look as if you’ve just come back from a funeral.
I shake my head, “That’s because I was stupid. You were right I got carried away, and then he just called the taxi and told me that it was outside waiting for me.”
“Wow, not even a goodbye kiss?”
She purses her lips together and closes her eyes. I walk past her not feeling in the mood to laugh about it.
“Hey, Valentina wait up. I was only kidding.”
I sigh, “Yeah, yeah I know it’s just that I thought that he would string me along a little you know.”
“Exchange numbers?”
I nod my head feeling silly for even thinking such a thing.
“Well, you know he’s a bad boy with a crappy reputation. Remember the court case last year?”
I sigh as she starts to open the front door.
“The one where he pretended that he needed an operation and couldn’t shoot for another couple of weeks,” she says as we start heading towards the shared kitchen. The one where we tend to avoid going in because we never know what kind of mess it is in at the best of times.
I sit on the stool and say, “Or the time that his mom died and he said that he was going to the funeral and needed compassionate leave, but was caught in the Bahamas sunning himself with his last leading lady.”
I nodded remembering the news like the back of my hand.
“Yeah Sandra Hanson.”
“Valentina, does it matter? The thing is the guy’s hot to look at, but he’s pretty arrogant. He thought that his reputation was enough for him to keep doing all these kind of stunts and as a result of it. I don’t think that anyone wants to hire him.”
“You know the weird thing?”
She blurts out, “What?”
As she stops in her tracks and hands me a drink. I didn’t feel like eating, let alone drinking but I grab the bottle of beer as if my life depends on it and take a swing of it.
“When we got to his house, his car was parked outside. But then he said that he couldn’t take me home because his car was in the garage.”
She sits next to me, “Maybe the garage came to take it. Does it matter?”
I frown, “I suppose not. Just weird that’s all. Anyway, all I can say is that I had a birthday of a lifetime.”
“Good, because Janice’s pissed with you.”
“Shoot, I was going to buy her a bottle, but after paying for the taxi, I’m short.”
She waves her hand and takes another swing of her beer.
“Don’t worry about that as long as you tell me every dirty detail about last night. Even if you look as miserable as hell, you look tired. Someone who’s been sexed up.”
“You can tell that by my face.”
“Uh-huh. You look different that’s for sure. Now are you going to put me out of my misery or are you going to keep me guessing.”
I nod, “Okay, okay as long as you let me finish my beer first.”
“Finish it then spill. I want to know all about it. Seeing as I haven’t had any for a while.”
“One week doesn’t constitute as a while,” I smile at her before taking another swing of my beer.
She laughs, and I soon forget the way that I left Eric’s house. I just focus on a good time that we had last night and I hadn’t had a chance to tell her about the audition. I have a feeling that things are going to change for the better. Even if Eric didn’t act as if he wants to see me again. I have a feeling that we would do. Maybe it’s destiny, and things have a way of changing, he knows where I work. He’ll want to see me again. I know he will. I can feel it.
Chapter Eleven
Eric
Fuck, I feel like shit right now. I had one too many cocktails last night at the bar after four weeks of waiting for the fucking phone call to confirm if I got the role. I fucking got it. Not even the first one that I wanted, but the second one too. I took the first one because it was the best one. It had the best options and I had to celebrate.
I need another drink to get over this hangover, I pick up my flask and have a few sips of the gin that I poured in it to help me sleep when I came home in the early hours of the morning. Not even sure how I made it into bed.
I need to the drink to loosen my nerves before I get a flight. Shit, I hate flying, but my reputations down and no one wants to hire me in Hollywood. Not anymore. Not after the court case, even though the case was dismissed and we settled out of court.
No one wants to work with me. After I’ve been seen to be unreliable on more than one occasion. Going to jail is even fashionable these days, going to jail guarantees a job, but when it comes to fucking up contracts no matter how much of a star you are, that’s a no-no.
“Eric, you ready?”
Florence, my manager, shouts out, she stayed over to make sure that I make it to the airport. I can’t believe that I have to fly all the way to fucking Aspen to shoot this movie.
I expected her to dump me, like everyone else. But she’s been loyal from the start ever since, but most likely because like me she has a hard time keeping the stars intact. The industry’s getting so fucking competitive it’s unbelievable.
“Eric! You’re not drinking again are you?”
She takes the flask away from me; I’d stopped and started more times than I cared to remember. When they took the car and my bike, I started once again, but then I stopped when I had another audition. Another wait. Another chance of not getting the job, I started again.
“Jesus! I didn’t even hear you creeping up behind me. Don’t fucking do that.”
“Don’t get drunk!” Her rouge lipstick flashes in front of me.
“I need this to work and so do you. No one’s knocking at your door. No one! You’re nearly dead in this industry, and this one movie could be the one that brings your name back into the spotlight.”
“Not my fault that people are so touchy.”
She came back towards me, “I’ve worked with you when you were a kid. A spoiled brat that thought that his big blue eyes and dark hair could keep him in work for life. But this industry isn’t like that. Do you know a number of wannabe actors there are out there?”
I nod my head, thinking that I’ve heard this speech so many fucking times that it’s giving me a headache. One caused by her shouting and my desperate need to finish off my gin in the flask.
“If you know then why did you do it?”
I feel like a kid in the principal’s office being told off for not doing his homework.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time. I needed to celebrate. Fuck, I thought that I wasn’t going to get the role. My bank account’s nearly zero; everything feels as if it’s on a downward spiral and for once I’ve been giving a fucking ray of sunshine. I had to do what I know how to do best. Drink!”
I had another choice of going to the bar that Valentina works out and seeing if she’s still there. I was kind of curious about whether she got the role or not? She was talking about an audition she had; maybe she got the role. I went past the bar a couple of times, but like a coward I never went in. Especially when it seems like the bartender has a thing for us. That guy must work every fucking day of the week. He’s always there.
“You’re twenty-three, when are you going to grow up? I stood by you when no one else wanted to work with you. I mean did you think that no one would find out?”
I shake my head, as she adjusts her pink wig and sighs as she takes the flask out of my hand.
“You can’t think that you’re a golden star and jump ship when it suits you.”
“It wasn’t like that. Acting’s fucking painful at times. Sometimes it works, and other times it’s hard to connect especially when the scripts so fucking shit.”
“Eric, that’s not your fucking problem. Your only concern is to star in the role. No fucking around and coming out with some lie. You’ll get caught. Get it!”
She’s pointing her finger at me, making it known that she’s not messing with me this time. She’s said that she’ll dump me before, but back then the money was so good that I knew that she'd stay with me. Right now, I know that she’ll leave. And if she does that then no one will work with me. That part I know for sure.
“It was stupid and the arrogant Eric, the one that thought he could do whatever he wanted is a thing of the past.”
I try and reassure her, tell her that I’ve learned my lesson. Having your cars seized, cards canceled and the possibility of a notice on your house puts everything into perspective, and I’m not going to let her down. Not again. She nods as her dark eyes look at me, “Look I get it. Since you were five, you were in the spotlight. Everyone wanted to work with you. It must be hard for you to be…”
I know she was trying to give me a pep talk. The one that my mom would give me if she were still around.
“Ever since your mom died…”
I hold out my hand, “Don’t go there. I just need this one break; it’ll work out.”
I feel as if they’re false words. I’m so fucking nervous as if my lifeline’s riding on this job and I’m suffocating at the idea that it’ll either completely break me or make me. I should go and just ask for Valentina. No one has made me feel that in tune with myself ever since that night. Just one night and fucking morning, yet I still can’t get her off my mind.
“Eric, you know if there’s anything that you need then don’t hesitate to ask. I’m here for you. Okay?”
I nod my head, “Sure.”
She waves the flask in front of me and says, “I told you if you’re nervous on a flight. Just sleep,” then takes my flask as she starts strutting back through my bedroom door.I know that she’s right, but I hate flying, and I need it. Like a newborn baby needs a bottle of milk. I want to go into the living room and get a bottle from behind the bar. But, no doubt she’s already made sure that there are no goodies behind there.
I get up from the chair at my dresser thinking that I’ll just keep my fucking shades on. They’ll hide the bags under my eyes. Last night after our celebrations at getting the job. Thank you, Chris Hemsworth, for getting injured while training out a little too much. If it weren't for him, then I wouldn’t be in this job.
I’ve spent four weeks on the sideline. I’ve done two readings in the space of the last couple of months. How things change in such a short space of time. Last year, they were all knocking at my door. Begging me to play a part in their movie. Not just any part, but the leading role.
One wannabe star was telling me that we should get away from it all. She led me astray, and I had a warning back then. She got me in trouble, and I’ve been on the sideline since then even though I had years of being on top. I won’t make that mistake again, no leading lady’s getting me in trouble. Especially the new ones. The ones that are just starting out.
Every time I look on the Net or step out on the street, I see her fucking name in lights. Where my name used to be. I’m not making that mistake again. Never.
Not if my fucking life depends on it. And it does at this rate, because if this movie doesn’t work out, then I know that I’ll be out of a job. Not only will I be out of work, but I’ll be kicked out of my house and broke, just like my parents used to be before I got into the movie business.
That ain’t fucking happening.
Never again.
Chapter Twelve
Valentina
I’ve been in Hollywood for over a year, and so far I’m living the dream. The one that everyone back home told me that I wouldn’t be able to do. They said that I was too short, too thin, too pale. There was nothing about me that was special, and girls like me only had one fate. There was only one thing that could make us special, and it had nothing to do with our talent on the screen.
I went to high school to get a diploma and then I set my eyes on the big screen. I’ve always wanted to be an actress ever since I had my first solo in the production of Beauty and the Beast. There was something about being the star on the stage that started hunger deep down inside of me. I had to get out of my small town. If I didn’t then, I would end up like every girl there and I wanted more than that. I deserve it. Everyone deserves a second chance in life, and I knew that from the moment I left home.
My mom shouted, “Once you leave Valentina don’t come back.”
I slammed the door shut knowing that I had no choice, she wouldn’t let me go back home. I had to know what it was like outside of Minnesota. I’d never been on a bus, let alone a plane and I needed to see what was out there. My dad didn’t even bother to say goodbye. He’d called me a disgrace and a whore the moment I told them that I wanted to be an actress.
I’d been brought up in a strict Catholic household; my parents had already decided who I was going to marry from the time I hit fifteen.
The wedding was planned for my twenty-first birthday. A surprise my dad liked to call it. He had no idea that he was the one that was going to get the surprise when I decided to call off the wedding. I went to see Ross. He was pretty much like me. He’d been brought up to take over the family car showroom business. I would be his wife, and our lives were pretty much planned by everyone, but not us.
There was no love between us; mom had reassured me that it would take time. I knew that if I’d gone down the aisle, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. I went to see Ross, I told him that I had dreams, ‘You’re a fool, Valentina White. Not worthy of being my wife.’