Dane: Hollywood's Finest

by Wilde, Delilah

“No,” I said to Craig, “I'm getting carpal tunnel now. You told me this would be an hour and I've been here for five. We're done here.”

  Craig tried to convince me but he'd already pushed my buttons quite enough today. I wouldn't be swayed. I made him turn the rest of my fans away though he was terrified that they'd start a riot. Luckily, after a little bit of drama, they left.

  “I hope you know how many people you've disappointed!” he said, when he came back in. That was rich. Craig wasn't talking about my upset fans either he was talking about the Hollywood executives and producers who were hoping to squeeze more free publicity out of me. Well that wasn't going to fucking happen. I'd done my part. If they wanted any more out of me they'd have to cough up big time.

  However, even I wasn't heartless enough to deny Mr Thornton a photograph to display in his lobby. He was a kindly old man who, despite his age, waited on us hand and foot and kept telling us how honored he was that I would visit. It was nice.

  I was just forcing another smile for a picture when I saw Savannah at the other end of the lobby. She wasn't looking at me, her head was down but it was definitely her. I could recognize those curvy hips and that blonde hair anywhere. What the fuck was she doing here? Had I somehow summoned her by obsessing over her?

  “We'll have to take that one again Dane, you were looking the wrong way,” said Craig. I sighed and stood for a few more, though Savannah returned out the emergency exist. Before the team could say anything more to me I told them that I had to go and sprinted for the emergency door. I couldn't miss her, not now. I had to see her again. I wasn't sure why, but I just had to.

  They called after me but I slammed the door. I couldn't afford to miss her.

  To my relief, Savannah was standing in the back alleyway, talking to one of the security team members. Their heads both whipped around in surprise when they heard the door slam. They were even more surprised when they saw that I was standing there.

  “Mr Reynolds!” exclaimed the security guard, his voice shaking, “Hello! Do you need me to escort you to your car?”

  “Shut up,” I said, turning to Savannah, “What are you doing here?”

  She was blushing now. That pretty porcelain skin was tinged with pink. It was quite adorable, though I never would have admitted that. What was wrong with me? Girls weren't adorable or cute. Fuck, they weren't even pretty. They were either hot or they weren't. Savannah was hot and that was the only reason why I gave a shit about here. That was what I kept telling myself.

  “I wanted to see a movie,” she said softly.

  “You picked the worst day in the world for it,” I said and she giggled. The guard kept looking between us.

  “Do you know him?” he asked her, and she shook her head.

  “Just from the movies. Not in real life,” she said. So the girl wanted to deny that anything had ever happened between us? Fat chance that I was going to let that happen. I'd fucked a few girls over the years who I'd be embarrassed to let anyone know I'd been with, but no one had ever been embarrassed to have slept with me? Why should they? I was the best looking movie star in Hollywood and I fucked like a demon.

  “Savannah, don't lie,” I said and her pink skin flushed scarlet. The guard looked appalled. He obviously wasn't a fan of me but he definitely was a huge fan of Savannah's. I couldn't blame him. A pathetic lump like him probably never got any tail. A girl as sexy as Savannah standing in front of him was like finding an oasis in a desert. Too bad he would have to stay thirsty, “So, how about I give you another ride home? In my Porsche this time.”

  All right, so I was showing off a little bit but when you worked as hard as I did you could afford to. What was the point in being a star if you didn't use it to get pussy? Even if it was pussy that I'd already had a taste of. There wasn't anything wrong with going back for seconds if you didn't get attached. I never got attached.

  To my surprise, Savannah shook her head at me.

  “I'm sorry Dane, but Tim wants to take me out for drinks,” she said. This was a shock to my system. I hadn't been turned down by a woman for years. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time someone said no to me. Even before I was famous girls were desperate to ride my dick. Being the gentleman I was, I usually obliged them. Was she really blowing me off to hang out with this meat head? Jesus Christ, the world had gone nuts.

  He looked so pleased with himself to have landed a piece of ass like Savannah. It was infuriating. I wanted to punch him in the face but I knew that wouldn't bode well with my tabloid reputation. “Seriously? This guy?” I said. Savannah clenched her fists and nodded firmly.

  “Yes, this guy. And I don't see how that's any of your business, Dane. You're not my boyfriend and you're not Tim's boss. We can do what we want,” she said, “Now why don't you go fuck one of your mystery blondes?”

  The guard, Tom or Tim or whatever he was called, nodded in agreement. He'd been looking very confused up until that point but now he was confident.

  “Yeah, I'm taking her out!” he said. I sighed and pulled my wallet out of my pocket. Most actors I knew didn't carry cash, but I always did. I loved the heavy feeling of it and the fact that I could do whatever I wanted with it. It was probably the thickest wallet that loser had ever seen. I pulled out my credit cards, my ID cards and my debit cards until all that was left in the wallet was cash. I showed the guard how much was there.

  “You see that?” I said, “That's money.” Savannah rolled her eyes.

  “Dane, you're being pathetic,” she said, but the guard shushed her. I had him. Security were never payed well. I knew, because one of the many odd jobs I'd had before I'd made it big was in security. This guy was desperate for cash and I took full advantage, “I only carry hundred dollar bills, and by the looks of this stack I have a lot of them.”

  “Yeah, you do,” he said quietly, his eyes transfixed. It didn't seem like that long ago that a few thousand dollars had been a lot of money to me. Now it was chump change and the chump I was hoping to short change was right in front of me.

  “What do we say I let you keep this handcrafted leather wallet and all its contents, eh Tim? Would that appeal to you?” I asked. Savannah was fuming now. I wanted to laugh but I held it in. I hadn't sealed the deal yet.

  “Yes it would Sir, that would be amazing,” he said, “I'd be very grateful.”

  “Dane! Stop this, it's cruel! Come on Tim, let's go,” Savannah grabbed his arm but the guy wouldn't budge. I was winning all right. Maybe it was cruel, but I was enjoying myself and that was all that mattered to me.

  “How grateful would you be Tim? Would you be so grateful that you'd do something for me? A little favor?” I asked. He nodded.

  “Of course Sir, anything you want!” he said and I knew he meant it. I could have asked for a kidney and the guy would have given it to me.

  “That's great. How about instead of taking this young lady out, I take her out instead and you take the wallet home? That way everyone's a winner!” I said. Savannah's state of anger rapidly evolved into total and complete rage.

  “You fucking dickhead, what kind of guy do you take him for?” she asked. Tim gave her an apologetic look.

  “I'm sorry Savannah, you're really nice and all but I've been wanting to buy a new TV for the longest time,” he said, then he looked at me. I tossed him the wallet while Savannah looked on in mortification. Her face was absolutely priceless. I knew already that the bribe had been worth every penny.

  Tim scurried off with the wallet before I could change my mind or Savannah could yell at him. The two of us were left alone.

  She was breathing heavy like a bull, her pretty eyes narrowed into glaring slits. I was in for it and I couldn't say that I didn't deserve it. I expected her to yell but she spoke quietly, through gritted teeth.

  “What. The fuck. Is wrong with you,” she said, but it sounded more like a statement than a question. I shrugged and pulled a pack of cigarettes from the back of my pocket.

  “Wanna smoke?” I asked. She sh
ook her head and continued to glare at me while I lit up, “Are you sure? It might make you less hysterical.”

  “I'm not being hysterical!” she yelled hysterically, “You just paid a guy not to date me you fucking jackass!”

  “So? You only wanted to date him to make me jealous,” I said. I sounded certain though I wasn't entirely sure. If there was one thing I knew from acting it was that if you weren't sure, you had to fake it. I just hoped that I was right. Savannah snorted at my statement.

  “To make you jealous? Look mister movie star, I'm not sure what your people are telling you but the world actually doesn't revolve around you. I don't give a shit if you're jealous or not. That's not my problem. In fact, you're not my problem. My actions have nothing to do with you whatsoever because I don't even think about you!” she insisted. Somehow, I doubted she was telling the whole truth. Why would she be here if that was the case? Obviously there was some interest there, even if it was only morbid fascination.

  “So you admit you know who I am? Finally,” I said and she blushed again. I'd been sure when we'd fucked that Savannah had been totally oblivious to my notoriety. Maybe I'd been mistaken after all. “I know who you are now. I didn't the night we met. I wouldn't lie about that,” she said. Her tone was genuine but she quickly remembered that she hated my guts, “If I'd known who you were I would have left sooner and been a lot better off.”

  “Ouch,” I said, though I wondered if it was true for both of us. This chick was making me feel things and I didn't like it. Still, I never could resist playing with fire, “Anyway, are you done having a hissy fit? Because my car's parked two blocks over.”

  She sighed.

  “You don't understand women at all, do you Dane?” she said. It was a fair point but then again, what man did? I understood how to get them to drop their panties for me and that was all that mattered.

  “I think I understood you pretty well. I know you like when I suck your clit and finger your pussy,” I said. She bit her lip and I knew I had her.

  “Shut up. I wouldn't set foot in your stupid fancy car if you paid me a million bucks! Not now, not ever!” she insisted.

  Still, I had a way of getting women to do what I wanted...

  Savannah

  Dane was going to drive me home but there would be absolutely no funny business whatsoever. At first I had flat out refused to even take a ride from him, but he got around me. Besides, my feet were starting to hurt in my high heeled boots. What was the problem with taking a ride with him anyway? Yes, he was a complete jerk but at least he wasn't a stranger. In all likelihood he probably wouldn't murder me and dump my body in a river. That would be bad publicity. I was totally safe. At least I would be, as long as I didn't succumb to any advances. That wouldn't be an issue, I decided. My willpower was too strong and sexy as he was, Dane just wasn't sexy enough to break it. He had parked his car in a supermarket parking lot a few blocks away from the movie theater. We somehow managed to get there without anyone recognizing him.

  “Why did you park here?” I asked, in regards to his bizarre choice. His custom painted Porsche looked ridiculous in a lot full of Minivans and SUVs. I was surprised nobody had tried to steal it. “This place does the best taco sauce so I picked some up on the way,” he clicked his key so that the doors locked, “I bought some eggs too. I don't usually eat breakfast but I figured you might want something in the morning.”

  I rolled my eyes and got into the car.

  “Ha ha ha. So you think because I slept with you once that I'm fair game? Well you're wrong. You can take me home and I can get in by myself, thanks,” I said. He started up the car without saying anything but he still had that stupid smirk on his face.

  “So, how long are you going to pretend that it's not exciting to be talking to a movie star for?” he said, not taking his eyes off the road. Christ, it really was true what they said about Hollywood types. This guy was a piece of work. He was even more of an idiot than I had given him credit for. “I know you're in movies, but I wouldn't call you a star,” I said. He seemed pleased by this. “Why's that? Because I'm so down to earth?” he said. I shook my head.

  “No, because stars are usually talented.”

  “Jeez Blondie, I see you haven't lost your edge. You seemed pretty happy with my performance the night I stayed at your place,” he quipped. Damn it, he had me there. Why did I have to be so damn vocal during sex?

  “My name's not Blondie and don't flatter yourself. I can be a pretty good actress when I want to be,” I retorted. My orgasm had been one hundred percent genuine and incredible, but he didn't need to know that. It was fun to see some real doubt on his face for once. However, it was soon replaced with his signature cocky smile.

  “Nah, you loved every second of it baby. Don't lie to me.”

  “Don't call me baby,” I said, “And please talk about something else or just let me get out here. I'm tired of listening to you.”

  Dane rolled his eyes at me but he stopped talking about sex. In fact, he stopped talking altogether. He drove in silence, staring straight ahead. Part of me enjoyed the welcome break from his obnoxious comments, but the other part of me was disappointed. In a weird way, I liked hearing what he had to say.

  “Are you hungry?” Dane asked after a while. That was not what I was expecting him to say. With perfect timing, my stomach gave a low grumble. My day had been tiring and if I was being honest, I was starving. I needed food pronto. I wasn't about to admit that to him.

  “No, I'm fine.”

  “Savannah, your stomach is making really weird noises. Just admit you're hungry, will ya?” he said. His tone became deeper, more serious, “Look, I know I annoy you, but why don't I make it up to you with dinner? I'm starving and I always feel weird going out to eat by myself.”

  That was strange too. No man I'd had a one night stand with had ever asked me out for dinner. In fact no man had offered to buy me dinner in my entire life thus far without wanting to fuck me. Dane was obviously ready for round two. Well, he could forget about that. I was quite happy to burst his bubble.

  “I'm not fucking you again, Dane.”

  He wasn't finished pushing his luck just yet.

  “All right, no dinner and no fucking. Just a quick blow job then,” he smirked. I gave him a hard nudge.

  “You're so disrespectful! How do the directors and actors put up with you?” I said. Dane grinned. “Baby, when you're this famous you can act however you want and people deal with it. It's great that way,” he put his hand on my knee and I felt my whole body tingle, “You should try it sometime. I'd bet you'd make a great actress.”

  The thought made me laugh. I was as much an actress as Dane was a gentleman. The thought of being famous held absolutely no appeal to me, unless it was for the clothes I designed. That kind of fame was different.

  “Ugh, no way. I'd hate that!” I said. It was true. Dane was surprised. He clearly hadn't heard someone react so negatively to the idea anymore.

  “Really? Jeez, you really are an oddball. I've never come across a hot young girl who didn't want to be an actress or singer or model or dancer or a mixture of the three,” he said. I shrugged it off, wondering how many models, singers, dancers and actresses that Dane had slept with.

  “Yeah well, I'm not like everyone else. I'm special,” I said. Dane nodded.

  “I can agree with that,” he said, “So if you don't want to model, don't want to sing and don't want to act or dance, what do you want to do? Save the whales or something?”

  He was mocking me and I hadn't even told him yet. What a great guy. Somehow answering his question with 'fashion design' didn't seem any less silly than the whale’s thing. I was under no illusions that it was a hard industry to break into. Most people laughed at me when I told them about my ambitions. It usually didn't bother me, but I knew that if Dane did it would.

  “Yeah, like you care. You're just mocking me.”

  “No, I do care and I'm not mocking, I'm just playing around. I'm genuinely
curious. What's your ambition in life?” he asked. I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell a lie. If I told him that I was an engineer or an architect or a scientist he might take me seriously. In the end I knew that I had to tell the truth.

  “I want to have my own clothing label,” I said, as confidently as I could muster. The words still sounded silly coming from my mouth. To my surprise, he didn't laugh at me. He didn't say anything at all, “It might sound silly to you, but I work very hard and I am talented. Very talented actually. So if when I get the right break someday...if I get the right break someday it might actually happen.” “I don't think it's silly,” he said, “I can't really judge anyway. I'm an actor. It's not exactly the most traditional career route.”

  “I guess not.”

  “You know I could probably hook you up with some people who could help you out there. I mean, if your stuff is shit they won't be able to do anything for you but if they like it it might help you a bit,” he said. I held my breath. Had he really just offered me my big break, just like that? Dane dressed well but he didn't seem like a very fashion conscious guy. Would he really have the connections I needed? He was famous. Very famous. He probably had designers from all over the world wanting him to be seen wearing their stuff. It would be great publicity for anyone. They'd probably help him out in exchange for having their suit worn on the red carpet.

  I felt dizzy all of a sudden. It was all too much for me to handle.

  “That's really nice of you Dane, but it's all right,” I heard myself say, “I have to do this myself.”

  “I know, and you would be doing it by yourself. It doesn't hurt to get a helping hand every now and then, you know. Actresses suck director's dicks for roles all the time before they make it big. Fuck, some of them do it even after their big break. It's no big deal,” he said. Ah, so that was what he meant. His offer of help was totally conditional. My mother had always said that there was no such thing as a free lunch. It was only in that moment that I realized how right she really was. Dane would help me, but only on the condition that I sucked his dick or did god only knew what for him. “Ah, you really think I'm that easy to manipulate? God, you're the fucking worst, Dane. You think you can get me into bed because you're famous. When that doesn't work you think you can get me into bed because I'm desperate to be successful,” I said. Dane's mouth opened.