Once Upon a Star - Celebrity kiss and tell stories

by Peggy Trentini

  The opposing attorney approached me and began the treacherous questioning. How well did I know Sly? Were we lovers? Would I lie for him? Was I in love with him? I suddenly felt as if I were the one that had done something wrong. I started tearing up and the Judge asked me if I would like a glass of water. I said yes, and she smiled at me as if to assure me that everything was alright.

  The case was later dismissed and thrown out of court. All charges were dropped. Sly was saved from paying hefty damages and a possible jail sentence all due to my testimony. I’m not even sure he ever actually thanked me, and that old underlying suspicion came back to me as I wondered if he was being truthful or not.

  Casa Stallone

  It was a strange month that passed after the pregnancy scare. The overflow of emotions that brought us together that day didn’t fix anything. I learned quickly that despite his heartfelt kisses and sweet words, there was canyon of distrust that had formed between us. I believed in my heart of hearts that he was still dating Jennifer and he couldn’t bring himself to let go of the anger he had toward me for speaking with the tabloids. We spoke on and off, trying to see if we could make things work. I even put my heart out there a few times, venturing over to his house, but the nights would always end in the same way. Everything would go well and the tensions would melt when we made love but eventually something would trigger an argument and I would storm off into the night.

  He called me late one evening and sounded clear and conscious of his words. He told me seriously and sincerely that he and Jennifer were over for good, that he loved me, missed me, and forgave me for everything I had done if I could bring myself to do the same. There was a level of honesty to this conversation that I had never felt from him. He laid all his cards out and asked for my forgiveness and love in return. I had always been vulnerable to his charm and I truly felt like this was the moment I had been waiting for. I believed him.

  “It will be different now,” he said, “I just have to see you. You’ll believe me. Let’s go to Mexico, to Acapulco. I have a place there,” he said, the excitement growing in his voice.

  I loved impulsive adventures, and I believed him. I felt like everything was finally settling around me and everything we had been through was meant to bring us to this place. He picked me up an hour later outside my apartment with his bodyguard in tow. He kissed me deeply, looking like a changed man, and whisked me off to the private aviation side of Burbank Airport. I had never been on a private jet. I tried to keep my excitement in check as we boarded the plane on a red carpet. I was on cloud nine. It was so incredibly romantic.

  The interior of the plane was gorgeous with full couches and a dining room table like an apartment in the sky. A beautiful and busty stewardess came out greet us and I felt my heart jump into my throat. I was worried he had planned another surprise for me, but she only offered us some champagne and anything else we could dream of.

  “We’ll take a bottle of your best bubbly, thank you,” he said.

  After we took off, Sly popped the champagne and the bodyguard disappeared into his seat in the back of the plane. He had this incredible way of blending in on our dates and I never even noticed he was there. Sly poured me a glass of champagne.

  “To us,” he toasted, “may we never be apart again.”

  I think I fell in love with him all over again in that moment. That was so like me to just give my heart back to the man that destroyed it only months before. This is really happening, I thought to myself, you’re really here. He held me tightly as we watched the small world pass beneath us. He started running his hands up and down my legs; I felt the pace of his breath quicken. He asked the stewardess to wait in the cockpit while we took a catnap.

  Sly was always about fucking. He had this way about him that disregarded the rest of the world when it was time get down. He tore my clothes off quicker than anyone I had ever known. It was like by just looking at them they fell to the floor and I would find myself naked and pinned up against the nearest stable object. I was on the floor of the plane looking up at him as he sucked on my breasts and bounced me harder and faster as the moments quickly passed.

  Sly was always very good about not coming quickly and taking his time with me, but I think the excitement of our adventure and out new renewed pleasure for each other overtook the moment. He fell in a satisfied heap next to me, still clutching to my breasts as he took a deep breath to relax. It was the best make up sex I ever had. I had completely forgotten about his bodyguard who I now noticed sitting in the back of the plane staring out the window like nothing had ever happened. I laughed a bit and then dozed off into a quick sleep surrounded by Sly and his secure arms.

  We arrived in a private section of the airport and were quickly rushed to a private car and then set off on a long and bumpy journey before reaching our destination. We arrived at the Las Brisas hotel and went far past the hotel into a section of very private villas. As we entered the gates, there was a stone plaque reading: Casa Stallone. I had never known about this home and I felt that by bringing me here, he was letting me into a more private part of his life. I felt like I had arrived to a new place in our life together. I relaxed comfortably into the leather seats and enjoyed my place in the world. All felt exactly as it should be. As we pulled up to the home, Sly held my hand tightly, excited to share this dream with me.

  Walking through the front door was like nothing else I have ever seen. It literally took my breath away. Had I been carrying my own bags, I am sure I would have dropped them at the sight. It was an open air five thousand square foot palace of wonder. The view through the floor to ceiling windows that seemed to encircle me at the entrance was outrageous. The infinity pool blended with ocean and met a crystal clear horizon. I felt as if the entire world was at my fingertips. It was such a vast expanse, you could see the curvature of the earth and suddenly everything felt so big and so small all at once.

  “Let’s unpack,” Sly said and had to practically tear me away from the view. He led me down a mirrored hallway and at the end was an incredible bedroom with the same massive windows and heavenly view. I began to undress slowly in front of the windows and looked over my shoulder at Sly, giving him a ‘come hither’ stare. His pants fell to the floor, he walked slowly toward me, hard and ready. Lifting me up by the ribcage he pinned me against the window and slowly slid inside me from behind, teasing me a bit before giving it to me entirely. He fucked me against the window and, coming, I felt like I was literally on the edge of the earth. Trembling, he let me down to me feet.

  “You are my addiction,” he told me, “now what am I going to do with you?” he said, looking down at the mess he had made. He kissed me sweetly and we both laughed a bit.

  We spent the day sipping mimosas and frolicking in the pool. I lay out topless and worked on my tan while watching Sly swim laps in the pool, his massive arms tearing through the water. I was in heaven. He came and laid next to me on the white round tanning couch. I covered him with a towel because the clouds had started to roll in. I whispered, “I love you,” in his ear before he drifted off into a brief nap.

  The staff worked constantly and diligently to keep every single one of our desires fulfilled. If I wanted a glass of grapefruit juice, moments later there it was sitting next to me. I felt like sometimes they read my mind, bringing me things before I even had the chance to want them. I took a long bath and spent a great deal of time in the evening getting ready for dinner. I wanted to look my very best for him and I wore a dress that he had bought for me and had left lying on the bed while I was soaking in the tub. The dress was a shade of emerald green that hugged my body all the way down to the floor. It had a deep cut in the neck perfectly exposing my cleavage. I felt like a princess in the dress and, as I made my way down to dinner, I was greeted by Sly who was wearing a dapper outfit, himself, and a huge grin. He led me by the hand into the candle lit dining room and pulled my chair out for me. Just as I sat down, the doorbell rang and he instructed the bodyguard to answer it.


  Around the corner and into our romantic dining room walked a very tall, leggy, and beautiful blonde. She was dressed somewhat conservatively in slacks, heels, a white button down, and a red scarf tied around her neck. Sly stood up from his seat to give her a warm hug; he introduced the two of us and then pulled out another chair for her. So now the three of us sat around the large round dining room table: the three of us for a romantic dinner.

  I could feel my blood bubbling in my veins and hear my heart breaking in my ears. He had obviously planned this ahead of time and not had the decency to forewarn me or ask me how I felt about it.

  He wouldn’t look me straight in the eye through dinner as I barely said a word. I ate my chicken and mango salsa in spiteful silence as she went on and on about her new series that was sure to be a hit. She was filming in Acapulco. The series was tentatively title, “Passion Cove.” I felt intimated by her rising fame; she made the series sound like a network hit and I wanted to reach across the table and strangle her with her stupid red scarf. I found out later the show was just a sleazy adult series on Cinema, but at the time it felt like the end of my world.

  About halfway through the dinner and after five shots of Patron, I decided that two could play this game and that, rather than being sullen on the outskirts of the evening, I could at least try to enjoy myself. I was in the middle of Mexico, so there was nowhere for me to go even if I did try to leave, and there was no way I was going to just hand over my man. I had come this far and I was determined to see it through.

  We all went skinny dipping in the pool. I left my magical green dress near the side on the grass. It looked sad and discarded and began to represent my dashed hopes for the evening. When I had put on the dress, everything was perfect, and when I took it off there was a lemming attached to my love. She wasted no time and was instantly kissing Sly, rubbing herself all over him. I was in no mood to fight for him so I just playfully swam near them. She pulled herself out of the pool and Sly came toward me. He began kissing me wildly and grabbing my ass underwater. Sly looked over at her and she had spread her legs lying on the lawn. She beckoned him over and he whispered in my ear, “Come join us.” They started getting hot and heavy right away and I made my way over. I ran my hands all over Sly as he kissed her and then quickly turned to kiss me. I touched her arm softly and she said, “No offense, Peggy, but I’m not into girls.” At that moment Sly entered her quickly and she threw her head back in ecstasy letting out a loud, and in my mind, unnecessary, groan.

  I sat on the lawn chair nearby and watched him fuck her on the grass. I thought about retiring to the bedroom but I figured it was exactly what she wanted and I was determined not to let her win. However, by this time, and the looks of things, I think it was too late. This was a low point for me. I had gone from having all my dreams come true to watching them destroyed on the lawn in Acapulco, Mexico in just one day.

  When they were finished, I just played cool and acted as if we did this all the time and she meant nothing to him. On the inside, though, I was destroyed. I hated him for this. I couldn’t understand why he would always do something so nice and then make me pay for it later. When it was time for bed, he walked her to her room on the other side of the villa and then came to bed with me. I showered while he was away and dressed myself in a baby-doll nightie. When he finally returned thirty minutes later, he didn’t make love to me. He told me I was the most amazing woman he had ever been with, that I was an incredible sport, and that he loved me wildly. I fell asleep in his arms overlooking the ocean. I hoped that when we woke up she would be gone and everything would feel like it had just been a horrible night-mare.

  The sun came through the windows early and I woke up delighted by the world laid out in front of my eyes. The morning sun danced on the vast waters and assured me that everything would be all right. I was alive, I was well, and I would be okay. Sly was already out of bed when I awoke and I wondered when he had slipped out of the room. I made my way down to the kitchen, following the smell of bacon and coffee. I could hear her cackling laugh echoing in the hallway and I prepared myself for the very worst. There they were having breakfast together on the patio. She was wearing his t-shirt and sipping coffee while he told some grandiose story. They both stopped when I came out.

  “I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful,” he said.

  “How thoughtful of you,” I said.

  Miss Thing wouldn’t even look at me. She pretended as if I wasn’t even there.

  “The director called and they need me back on the set, pronto,” he said.

  “So we’re leaving today? We just got here.” I said. I was disappointed, and, at the same time, relieved, because I wanted out of this charade.

  “I know Baby Love, I will make it up to you, I promise,” he said, and kissed my forehead before heading inside.

  Imagine my surprise when the ice queen told me she would be coming home with us. “I hope the plane is comfy,” she said.

  “I thought you said you were busy on the set of your new series?”

  “I’m the star. They have to give me anything I want,” she said, finished her coffee, and followed Sly back inside.

  At this point, I think it safe to say that I was annoyed, or even possibly furious. I stuffed all my things back into my bag and waited patiently for the bodyguard to retrieve me from my bedroom.

  Once we were on the plane I just wanted to die. I wanted to melt into the leather seats and disappear. I wanted this to just all be over already. I kept asking myself, how stupid can you be? I couldn’t believe that I had been so naive to think that he had really forgiven me or that he had changed. On the ride home, he sat next to her in the double seat while she giggled and fell asleep in his arms. I sat alone across from them, forced to watch it all the entire way home. I had flash backs of only a day earlier being so happy in these very seats, making love on the floor of the plane. How had everything gone so terribly wrong? I felt so stupid. I looked back at the bodyguard and he gave me a sympathetic shrug suggesting, hey what can you do? I was so embarrassed. They talked and laughed and kissed the entire way home, hardly acknowledging my presence.

  It was complete and agonizing torture. I could hardly wait to land in L.A. and the plane ride seemed to last a lifetime. I wanted to get as far away from the both of them as humanly possible. We had the same stewardess as had been with us on the first flight. I think she sensed my discomfort because she invited me into the cockpit and made me fresh cookies. She was such an angel and still to this day I thank her for being so kind.

  As soon as the plane landed and the doors opened, I darted down the stairs and ran for the terminal. I heard Sly shout behind me, “What’s the hurry?” I tried to keep from crying but I had been fighting tears the entire plane ride and they just came flooding from my eyes. Inside the private terminal I called for a taxi. While I was waiting, Sly’s bodyguard came through the doors and handed me my bags.

  “I hope you’re okay. I’m so sorry you had to witness that,” he said.

  I looked up at him and mustered a smile knowing it would be the last time we saw each other. “Thank you,” I said.

  I ran out the door to the waiting taxi, tears streaming down my face.

  Chapter 3

  Vince Neil

  Bikini Team

  They always say that when one door closes, another door opens, and that couldn’t have been truer. In the last few months of my tumultuous relationship with Sly, I had been booked as one of five girls on the Swedish bikini team for a three-spot national commercial for Old Milwaukee Beer. We were an advertising campaign of stereotypical Swedish blonde women with gorgeous bodies, big breasts, and beaming smiles. I was reeling in the excitement of such a prospect, and even the sudden jolting change in schedule made me flutter with anticipation.

  At 4 a.m., call time was a lot different than my regular partying lifestyle, where 4 a.m. was more like bedtime. I bound out of bed every morning like it was Christmas; I couldn’t wait to get on set
. The other girls on the team were all about as different as we could be. There was my dear friend, Heather, Anna, Jane, Avalon, and myself. Anna had a chipper English accent and was a very devout Christian, while Avalon was a model and sometimes a stripper. She was a single mom, and, before this job, had been living on welfare. We were all really happy for her. Jane was married to a neurosurgeon in Orange County and had an adorable son, and Heather and I were two peas in a pod, enjoying the benefits of being young and lovely in tinsel town. I could always count on her for an adventure, and if I called her in the middle of the night to fly off to Paris, she would be waiting on her doorstep with her bags packed. Together we made an adorable, and sometimes controversial, team of bikini models. The adventures we had together were some of the best times of my life.

  It was the first day of shooting these commercials, and I had decided to leave all my emotional baggage at home and really enjoy this opportunity that I’d received. The morning light was just breaking through the darkness as I drove to set. We were instantly outfitted in bikinis, our classic long blonde wigs with blunt bangs, then bronzed from head to toe, and slathered in more makeup than I had ever worn in my whole life. It was always funny, because at the end of the process, the five of us looked like sisters.