by Mia Ford
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 lar
ge 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.