Debt Collector

by Weston Parker

  "Ethan Lewis?" A woman stopped in front of me.

  Fuck me. I pointed to the phone and shook my head no, pulling it away and mouthing that I was a look alike.

  "Oh. Never mind." She gave me a snarl and walked on.

  "Deza?" I put the phone back to my ear. "I'm in the mall. Come get me before these crazy bitches tear the flesh from my bones."

  Deza's laugh filled up my ear, accompanied by Frank’s. "We have you on speaker. What the fuck are you doing at the mall on a Saturday? And a public mall at that."

  "Riley forced me to." I pouted and watched for signs of my girl in the windows of the store she was shopping in. "She's still wearing rose-colored glasses about this shit."

  "I'm taking it she didn't see those horrible pictures the Daily Star posted about her being-" Deza started.

  Frank finished it. "Pregnant with Ethan's alien twins?"

  They both cracked up laughing. I rolled my eyes.

  "Glad you asshats are enjoying this. I thought it was bad with when the tabloids did that full-blown report on my new fan club. You guys remember? The two-cock club that girls were joining by the groves, all of them saying they'd slept with me, and my dong was so big it could have been two of them stacked side by side." I smiled, knowing I could gross them both out.

  Deza gagged. "Yep. Moving on."

  "Hey, buddy. We called because we're getting tickets together for the premier in late October before opening night. Do you know how many tickets you and Riley are going to want together? We need a number pretty soon." Frank got us back on track. He was good like that.

  "Let's go with twenty for us together. That should cover everyone in our families and our close friends." I stood as Riley lifted a necklace from the other side of the glass and smiled, pointing to it. "Anything else, guys?"

  "No. What are your plans today? What else are you guys doing? Just hanging out at the mall?" Deza asked.

  "We're getting Riley a new necklace, and then I think I'm going to talk her into trying on wedding dresses for me. I had a dream we had sex while she was in one last night. I want to live it today."

  They both gagged as I smiled and walked into the shop.

  "Alright. We'll talk to you later. Try not to get mauled, alright?" Frank said.

  "Alright. Later." I slipped the phone in my back pocket and turned sideways to get through the hordes of people in the shop.

  "Oh my God, mom. That's Ethan Lewis. He just touched me. I'm never washing this shirt again." Some girl behind me was losing her shit.

  I narrowed my eyes at Riley and leaned toward her. "This is why this is a really bad idea. Hurry up. I want to go check out stuff for the wedding." I was whispering and hoping for the best.

  She lifted the necklace and put it against her chest, ignoring my last comment. "You like this? I don't think they'll have to do anything. I can just wear them together."

  "I love it. Get it." I handed the clerk behind her my card. "We want this necklace. Like now, please."

  "Absolutely." She took it and smiled. "Nice to see you out and about, Mr. Lewis. I don't think you've ever been in our store."

  "No, but it looks like hell was offering ice water, and you guys have the wellspring in the back." I nodded toward the curtain behind her.

  She laughed, as did Riley. "It's always crazy in here. We can't keep some of our stuff on the shelves."

  "That's because it's all beautiful." Riley turned to face me. "Thank you for doing this. You didn't have to."

  "I wanted to." I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers as the sound of cameras clicked all around us filled my ears. Really? In a fucking store?

  "Thank you." Riley took the necklace back and walked through the store with me in tow. She glanced over her shoulder. "Where do you want to go for wedding stuff? Are you thinking anything in particular?"

  "Dresses." I took her hand as we walked down the center of the mall. I had no doubt we would be on the front cover of every magazine by Monday, but with her next to me, holding my hand so tightly, it didn't matter. Everyone should know that we were in love. We'd be married soon just to prove the point.

  "Oh." She glanced over at me. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to go with Deza or Charlotte to look for dresses."

  "Why? I had a dream last night that we had the best sex of our lives, and you were in this sexy white wedding dress that showed the top of your tits. I want to reenact it today."

  She rolled her eyes but didn't deny me my request. She never would. She loved me too much.

  "Alright. Where are we going for this slutty rendezvous?"

  "Vincent’s on Third Street near Rodeo." I bit my lip as deliciously naughty thoughts raced through my mind. "They have the best dresses in the city from what Google said last night."

  "You Googled it?" She laughed and leaned against me. "I love you so much."

  "Yep, and then I came and snuggled your hot ass. You don't remember that?" I opened the door for her and breathed in deeply as she walked by me. She was everything to me. I only hoped that I could somehow keep up.

  "I do remember. You didn't just snuggle it." She licked the side of her mouth and reached for me. "It was hot."

  "Wait until the dressing room, princess." I pulled her closer and kissed her hard, ignoring everyone around us. Nothing existed but her for me anyway.

  I prayed it stayed that way.

  Riley

  We walked into the wedding dress shop, and everything became real. All of the struggle and strife we'd been through to reach this point.

  I turned as tears blurred my gaze and reached for Ethan.

  "Baby, what's wrong?" He leaned down and pulled me against his chest as a salesman spoke up behind us.

  "How can I help you, Mr. Lewis?"

  "Nothing. I'm just overwhelmed. I'm sorry." I pressed my hands to my face and leaned against him.

  He brushed his hair down the back of my head. "My girl and I want to see some wedding gowns. The best that you have. And I'll put down a thousand dollars to have you leave us be back in the dressing room for about an hour once we have a few of your best."

  "Done, Sir. I'll gather them now."

  He kissed the top of my head. "We can come back, Ri. We don't have to do this now."

  "No. I want to." I forced myself to look up at him. "I just feel out of place."

  "But you fit in at the mall?" He chuckled, but the sound fell flat. He got it. I was out of place there, but at the mall, I was just like everyone else. I wasn't used to living the high life. I would force myself to get acclimated to it, but I needed time. And normalcy from time to time. "Oh. I get it."

  "Ignore me and let me get myself together." I brushed away my tears.

  "We can go, Angel." He cupped my face and leaned down, kissing me softly and brushing my tears off my cheeks with his thumbs. "I just want to be with you."

  "I want to do this, and fulfilling one of your fantasies sounds delicious." I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one could hear me.

  "Hey." I turned back to find him smiling like a tomcat. "You were crying out in ecstasy in my dream, not in tears."

  "I know. I'm pulling myself together." I moved out of his arms, patted my face, straightened my shoulders and walked through the array of dresses. "These are so beautiful."

  "We only have the best, and if you'd like to have something custom made, we will fly someone in from anywhere in the world for you, Miss Phillips." A tall woman with dark hair pulled back in a tight bun walked around the counter and gave us a tight smile.

  "You know me?" I glanced back at Ethan. "Did you call ahead?"

  "We know everyone is who is anyone." I turned back to her as she nodded at my hand. "That ring on your finger was custom made by one of my jewelers."

  "Okay, so it’s the ring." I shrugged and walked into the sea of dresses. "What if I like the way something looks, but it doesn't fit."

  She followed me. "We adjust it."

  "And if it fits, but I don't like the particular style of the neckl
ine?"

  "We redo it." She brushed her fingers over her lips and studied me. "Turn around slowly so I can get your size and what might look really good against your skin tone."

  I did as she said and found Ethan watching me with hunger in his eyes. He was looking forward to calling me his wife, and he wasn't the only one.

  Where I wasn't sure I deserved such a fairytale life, I was learning to accept it more and more each day. And I would make sure that it was available to other young girls just like me. At least the chance for a real opportunity on stage.

  Ethan had spent the better part of the week before with me up at UCLA, meeting with various chairs and such to set up multiple fine arts scholarships. It was fun and left me feeling like I was created to help open the door of opportunity for others.

  That was much better than acting and hoarding cash. At least in my opinion. My handsome soon to be husband still needed a little convincing, but I knew the way to his heart. It was through his hormones.

  "Alright. Come this way. I have a few dresses hanging in the large private room at the end of the hall. We'll slip a few more over the top of the door if we see something that might make your heart flutter." The gentleman offered me his arm, and I took it. "We have a bottle of white wine on ice and glasses in there for the two of you as well. Please let me know if you'd like something else."

  "White wine is great." I walked back with him, glancing over my shoulder just to make sure Ethan was behind me. I still wasn't settled on the idea of trying on such expensive clothing, much less making love in it.

  "It's perfect," Ethan said as he winked at me.

  "Alright. Here we are. Please enjoy and if you need anything, do not hesitate to call out to us. We're at your beck and call." He moved back and held the door as I walked into a small room that was big enough for a bridal party or so. Four dresses hung on racks along the wall, each more beautiful than the last.

  I gasped and walked toward the most simple of the four. "I love this. How beautiful and plain." I ran my hands down the beaded front of it.

  "You're going to look incredible in anything we buy." He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck before sliding a hand around my waist, up to cup my breast. "Try them on for me, Ri. All of them. And take your time."

  "And the sex?" I whispered and pressed against him, rolling my hips to massage his growing erection with my ass.

  "I'll let you know, lover." He sucked my ear into his mouth and ran his thumb over my nipple as I moaned and pressed against him tighter. "We might fuck with you in each gown."

  "I'm good with that." I reached out and gripped a chair near me as he stepped back and walked over to the wine. "Do you think the effect we have on each other will ever dull?"

  "Nope. Not unless we let it." He opened the bottle and poured a glass of wine before walking it over to me. He extended the glass and gave me a cocky smile. "Let's just hope you don't go on your next set and fall in love with the classically good-looking hunk you're co-starring with."

  "Oh, you're in my next film too?" I took the glass and smirked before taking a quick sip. The smooth liquid rushed across my tongue and massaged a moan out of me. "Delicious."

  "Yeah, you are." He sat down and adjusted his arousal as he watched me closely. "Take off your clothes. Put on a show for me, Ri."

  "Like this?" I put my back to him and took my time, stripping out of my shirt and shorts. I made sure to roll my hips, squeeze my breasts, run my hands down my thighs and cup myself a few times as he watched.

  "You're going to be the death of me." He stood and walked over as I stood in my panties and bra, my heart racing, my center wet from teasing him.

  "I like the sound of that." I pressed on his shoulder. "You should clean up the mess I made."

  He chuckled and nodded. "I couldn't agree more. Come over here, kitten."

  I followed him to the wall closest to us and paused as he got on the floor and pressed his back against the wall, his ass on the floor. "Put your back against the wall and relax."

  "Above you?" I whispered, feeling as if there might be a camera somewhere close.

  "Yes, baby." He reached for my wrist and pulled me toward him.

  "What about the dress?" I turned and pressed my back against the wall, my ass right in front of his face.

  He scooted down a little and ran his fingers just under my panties. "Fuck the dress. Lift one leg and put your foot on my shoulder. And Ri?"

  I did as he asked and glanced down as the room seemed darker. I was getting dizzy from all of the attention.

  "Don't scream, baby, okay?" He winked and pulled me down, pressing his mouth to my center.

  I moaned and pressed my hand to my mouth as his tongue brushed under my panties, flicking across my soft skin. He reached up and tugged the panties out of the way before taking his time to lick every inch of me. I shook above him, the pleasure mixed with the fear of getting caught almost too much.

  "Fuck," I whined and hit my head on the wall.

  "Is everything okay, Miss Phillips?" The woman from the front was at the door.

  Ethan, of course, chose the moment to slide two fingers into my pussy and pumped them a few times.

  "Yes," I whispered roughly. "Just trying to get into this dress."

  "Do you need help?"

  My eyes rolled back in my head. "No. Go away. Please."

  "Yes, of course. I'm here if you-"

  "I don't, but thank you." I bit my lips as my orgasm swelled deep in my stomach, buckling me. I jerked against Ethan's tongue and fingers, losing myself in the type of release I didn't know was possible.

  I panted softly and pressed my back against the wall as he finished me off and moved out from between my legs. He stood, licking his lips and nodded.

  "That was fucking hot. You are everything I want in my life. Did you know that?" He worked on his pants and had them and his shirt on the floor before I could respond. He pointed to a big wedding dress in the corner across from us. "Put that one and come here."

  "Seriously?" I started to get my wits about me. "We're going to get caught."

  "They know we're fucking, baby. I paid them to keep quiet." He leaned in and kissed me a few times while his hands roamed over my body. He knew just where to touch, where to squeeze, where to push in.

  I groaned against his lips, and he pressed into the kiss, tongue fucking me slow and deep. I molded to the front of him and wanted to respond the same way he had a few minutes earlier.

  Fuck the dress. I wanted him inside of me. All over me.

  "I want you." I licked at his mouth as he pulled back a little.

  "Good. Let’s get you in the dress and fulfill one of my naughty fantasies this afternoon." His smile was contagious. I'd have worn anything to see it again.

  "Okay." I moved around him and walked to the dress, undoing my bra and slipping my panties down my thighs. He groaned behind me but didn't say anything. I glanced back to see him sitting on a stool in the middle of the room, his body bare, his cock so fucking big and standing straight up for me.

  "Come sit on my lap." He winked at me, and I laughed.

  "You're too much." I pulled the dress down, unzipped it and stepped into it. Turning toward the mirror, I pulled it up over my shoulders and reached back to zip it, but he was already there. He kissed the top of my shoulder and zipped it, looking at me in the mirror.

  "Fuck, you're incredible. You have no clue how hot you are, do you?"

  "I just want to be beautiful for you, Ethan. You know that." I turned to find him walking back to his stool, his sexy ass shaking as he did.

  "Come here. You're the only woman I see anymore. It's going to be that way for the rest of our lives."

  "Good. I want it to." I walked over and lifted the dress, and he turned me around and pulled me down, guiding me onto his cock. He was too big for the position, but we'd been working on getting my body to accept his better without so much effort each time. It took a lot of sex, but I wasn't complaining.

  A life o
f pleasure was one I was all in with.

  "There you go. Bounce on it, Ri. I'm all the way in there."

  I tried to catch my breath as I reached around the dress and gripped his thighs.

  Between the two of us working together, the sex was beyond amazing, and we busted up the idea of keeping quiet. We both screamed our release in tandem a few minutes later, but no one bothered us.

  Being rich had its perks.

  I just had to remember the biggest one. The ability to help others into the bright lights if that's where their heart was leading them. Mine was. Through the curtain and onto the greatest adventure of my existence.

  Loving America's heartthrob. The award-winning, Ethan Lewis.

  Extended Epilogue

  Four Months Later

  Ethan

  No matter how many times I went to the premier or opening night, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I was worried about my woman, but knowing her, she was handling it better than me. Deza had her in one of the dressing rooms at the large theater downtown where we did all of our opening nights.

  "She needs to have some time to herself where you're not humping her damn leg like a Chihuahua in heat." Deza had been quite clear on why Riley wasn't coming with me to the premier.

  "You want a turn?" I'd tried to hump her leg a few minutes earlier as she came in to check on me, but it hadn't gone over too well. Something about her big ugly boyfriend out front and him not liking me as it were.

  His loss. He's eating those words when the two of them finally retied the knot. It was me that got them back together, though neither one of them seemed to want to admit it.

  It was a thankless job.

  "You know it's weird." Deza moved up in front of me and reached up, adjusting my tie.

  "What's that?" I let my eyes move across her face, taking her in and feeling a deep sense of gratitude for all she'd done in my life. She'd played mother, sister, agent and best friend. Hell, she'd played my best girlfriend too, eating ice cream and crying over sappy-ass movies that would make my brother throw up in his shoes.