Dane: Hollywood's Finest

by Wilde, Delilah

  “Come here,” I said. I pulled him down so he was laying next to me and I could get a proper look at his tattoos, “Tell me about them.”

  “Are you serious? I have a raging hard on right now,” he said, “And you want me to tell you the story of every tattoo I have? Most of them don't even have stories to them. They're just there 'cos I wanted them.”

  Despite what he was saying I could tell that he wasn't annoyed at my curiosity.

  “Come on. Please. I'm boring, I don't have any. It's interesting to me,” I said. Dane stroked my bare arm.

  “I don't know, maybe you should consider getting some. You'd look pretty hot with tattoos. A biker chick body with an angel face. Now that would be hot,” he said. I gave him a fake slap. I loved the way that tattoos looked on other people but they terrified me. My tastes and preferences changed so often that I couldn't fathom loving a design for my whole life.

  “Shut up,” I said, running my hand up his chest, “How do you deal with the fear of regret with these? Do you ever worry you'll see one of these dragons or snakes and you'll think 'fuck, I hate that shit'? That's what I would worry about. Last year I wore the color orange almost every day for six months and now I can't stand it. I just worry that something similar would happen with a tattoo.” Dane shrugged.

  “I figure if I like the design now that's all that matters. I just try to live for the day and not worry about the future too much,” he said. Well, that much was obvious. I must have frowned then because Dane suddenly sat up and pointed to the green dragon winding its way around his abdomen, “I actually got this one in Japan from a real Japanese artist. This guy is famous for knowing his shit. Find a crooked line in any of those scales, I dare you. You just can't. He's too good. Cost as much as my first car loan to get, but it was worth it.”

  “I always wanted to go to Japan,” I said dreamily, “I love the fashion there.”

  “You should come with me on the next press tour. We always make a stop off in Japan. My movies make a lot of money there for some reason,” he said. Jesus, it was like he was offering me the world on a plate. I was afraid to say that I wanted anything else in case he promised it to me. I just knew that mens' promises could not be kept. Especially the promises of movie stars.

  I snuggled in closer to him as if that could stop him from ever hurting me again. Who knew? Maybe it could.

  Dane

  I woke up early. The sun was shining and the hottest girl in the world was asleep beside me. It would be a good day, I just knew it. I also figured the perfect way to spend it.

  I gave Savannah a little nudge and she woke up, the dazzling green of her eyes even more beautiful in the soft morning light. She gave me a little smile.

  “You woke me up and I didn't punch you in this face. Nice job,” she mumbled into the pillow, “Can I go back to sleep now?”

  “Nope, we have a big day ahead of us,” I said. She groaned.

  “What now? Do you have another shoot? I might sit this one out.”

  I shook my head. She was way off.

  “Nope. No shoots,” I said, “I'm going to get a new tattoo.” She squinted at me.

  “Do you have any space left?” she asked. I pointed to a small blank patch on my arm between a few koi fish and my samurai.

  “Yup, a little bit. Feel like coming along with me?” I asked. I'd never had somebody come to one of my tattoo sessions before. I wasn't a wimp. I was able to take the pain like a man. It was having someone to talk to that I wanted most. My main artist wasn't so much of a talker. I hated laying there, bored for hours on end as he carved on another new design. It was always worth it, but Savannah being there would make the experience all the better.

  “OK,” she groaned, “Just give me five more minutes.”

  I couldn't argue with that. I got up and went straight for a shower, feeling better than I had in what seemed like forever. Savannah and I hadn't even fucked last night and I felt incredible. I never realized that a woman could make me feel this happy.

  When I emerged ten minutes later, Savannah was still asleep. Curled up in a ball with the pillow over her head, it seemed like a shame to wake her up. That didn't stop me. I gave her a little shake and she tried to swat me away again.

  “Come on baby, don't mess around with me. You won't win,” I said. She grabbed the sheets and pulled them closer to herself stubbornly. Ah, a challenge. That was just what this morning called for. If it was a challenge she wanted it was a challenge that she would get.

  I lay down next to her and pulled the sheet over the two of us. She was pretending to be asleep now, hamming it up in an attempt to annoy me. I could tell by the smirk on her face that she was faking. She was as awake as I was.

  This became even more obvious when I slid my hand down her naked body. I paused for a second to cup one of those perfect breasts before continuing. Soon my hand was between her thighs and she was moaning softly into the pillow.

  “Oh, so you're awake now?” I teased. She nodded. “Does that mean I should stop, gorgeous?” She shook her head rapidly.

  “Please don't stop. That feels good.”

  “What feels good?” I teased, moving my fingers just enough to make her moan again.

  “The way you're playing with my clit. That feels so good. And when you slip your finger deep inside me,” I took that as a hint and did just that, causing her moans to change into cries of pleasure. That was it. I couldn't resist her any longer.

  I pulled the sheet from her naked body and kissed my way down her chest and stomach before making a place for myself between her legs. I started out by kissing her thighs, but when her moans became more urgent I knew it would be mean to tease her for much longer. I spread her pussy open with my hands and without warning, buried my face in it. She cried out once again and her back arched as I began to lick and suck her clit. She tasted fucking incredible, so incredible that I barely remembered to come up for air. As I lapped at her pussy I slipped a finger deep inside her, intensifying her pleasure. I moved it in and and out of her while keeping up a good pace with my tongue. It wasn't long before her body was shaking and she was begging me not to stop. So I made sure to keep to the same rythym until she gave one final scream of pleasure and came.

  I lay down next to her as she was in the middle of her orgasm, watching her with a smug smile on my face. She really did look beautiful when she came.

  When she came to her senses she looked at me with a shy smile on that pretty face. “That was nice,” she mumbled.

  “So you admit I'm good at something?” I teased. She rolled her eyes.

  “Yeah. One thing. You're good at like one thing, Dane. You should probably just quit acting and become a gigolo. You'll make more money,” she said. Then she glanced downwards, “You're hard.” “Yeah,” I said, though it hadn't been a question, “It's kind of hard not to get turned on when I do that. It's all right, we probably don't have time to do anything else if I'm going to get a tattoo appointment today.”

  Her smile became wider and before I knew what she was doing she had pushed me onto my back and pulled my cock out. I watched she straddled my pelvis and grasped the thick shaft with her hands. She lowered herself onto me in a painfully slow fashion. By the time it was all the way inside her I was ready to go.

  Savannah began to move up and down slowly, causing me to groan in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. It felt so fucking good but I was so horny for her that I needed more. I needed it to be faster and rough too. If she was intent on teasing me like this I would have to put an end to it or I would go insane.

  I grabbed her hips in order to control her movement and made her ride my cock the way I wanted her to. Once she realized how incredible it felt she didn't resist me and allowed me to take control. I watched the way her breasts bounced and she played with her clit as my cock moved inside her and I knew this wouldn't last much longer for either of us. She tilted her head back, parted her lips and moaned my name as her second orgasm of the morning took her over. A few
thrusts later and I was cumming with her. It was the most intense climax I'd had so far.

  When the two of us pulled apart it took a while for either of us to recover. We just lay there, breathless but grinning at each other.

  Maybe that whole monogamy thing wasn't the worst thing in the world. Maybe it worked because people somehow found other people who managed to fulfill their every need. I'd never believed that before but as I lay next to Savannah on that sunny morning I began to doubt myself. I felt happy. I felt good.

  I felt like I wanted her to stay.

  Savannah

  I had never stepped inside a tattoo parlor in my life before. It wasn't like I was a snob who thought that anyone who chose to color in their natural canvas had somehow damaged themselves. No, I had always loved and admired the look of tattoos on other people. I just felt that with my angel face and curvy body that I wouldn't fit in in that kind of masculine environment. I would be mocked and possibly hit on, neither experiences I tended to enjoy very much.

  Dane reassured me as he drove us through the streets of LA to the shop.

  “Nah, Chad is cool. He won't make fun of you and he never tells the tabloids shit either. I'd trust him with my life,” he gave me a mischievous grin, “I'm sure he'd give you your first tattoo if you wanted it.”

  “Oh yeah, right. I'll get it on my face,” I said. Dane tilted his head and looked at me.

  “Yeah, that could be cute. You could get my name on your forehead,” he said. I laughed it off, telling him not to be ridiculous. He told me that he'd never had a fan tattoo their face for him but he'd met dozes of young kids who'd gotten 'Dane' tattooed on their inner lip. He didn't know what to think about that. It was a private enough place that it would only be seen when they wanted it to be seen. The nature of the skin there also meant that the tattoos would wear away quickly. Even so, it made him uncomfortable to have kids idolizing him like that.

  “Yeah, it must suck so much to have people looking up to you, you poor little millionaire actor,” I said sarcastically. Dane shook his head at me.

  “You don't understand. It's so much pressure. You do one teen movie when you're twenty three -they never cast actually teens in teen movies. They're not allowed to work as many hours, they usually have acne or braces that need to be covered and the guys haven't filled out yet, so they get grown adults to play them. But anyway, you do one teen movie and you're expected to be a role model,” he said, “I've actually had mothers yelling at me in the street because of the bad influence I had on their sons. Usually they've gotten a tattoo underage because they liked mine or started smoking 'cos they saw me do it in a movie. I don't even smoke in real life!”

  “Why don't you tell them you don't want to be a role model? Tell them to find someone else if they don't think you're wholesome enough,” I said. Dane shook his head again.

  “It's a nice idea but it wouldn't work. People latch onto these things and expect celebrities to raise their kids for them. It's just something you have to deal with,” he said, “Being a star isn't all movie premieres and dating supermodels, you know.”

  “Those are just the perks,” I teased.

  “You could say that,” he said and gave my knee a squeeze before putting his hand back on the wheel. We drove in silence for another little while before I thought of something to say. “Dane,” I said, “Why did you get Chrissy Jones to call me the other day?”

  I saw him tense up. For a moment I thought he wasn't going to answer me, but I was proven wrong. “It was her idea. She wanted to help me win you back,” he said.

  “Win me back?”

  “I don't know, that girl watches too many romantic comedies so she laps up all of this bullshit. She thought if she wore one of your dresses on the red carpet you might be more amenable, you know?” he said.

  “She doesn't even know what my dresses look like. She must really like you if she was willing to take that risk to help you out,” I said, feeling a little envious. There was no way that a normal girl like me could compete with Chrissy Jones. No way in hell. As far as I knew, she was married but if that didn't work out she only had to click her fingers and Dane would be fucking her. At least, that's what I figured.

  He nodded.

  “She does,” he said, “But she wouldn't take that kind of risk. That stuff is really important for an actress. A bad dress can ruin your reputation like that. No, I showed her some of the designs you drew out and she was really impressed.

  I felt my face turning red. Those 'designs' he'd spoken of had only been doodles that I'd done for fun while he watched TV. They weren't meant to be seen by anyone, much less my favorite movie star. “You showed her that shit? Oh god, you showed Chrissy Jones those drawings? Kill me. Jesus, kill me before I die of embarrassment,” I said.

  “Why are you embarrassed? I told you, she liked them. She loved them, actually. Especially the navy one with the illusion top. I don't know what that means, but that was what she called it,” he said, “You know it would be your big break if she wore one of your gowns to a red carpet event, right? Everyone wants to know who Chrissy is wearing.”

  “I know, I'm not an idiot,” I said. There was a knot in my stomach.

  “I bet she'd still wear it if I asked her. If you wanna grab my cell from the glove compartment you can give her a call yourself,” he said encouragingly. This was too much. I couldn't handle this. I folded my arms and shook my head.

  “That's all right,” I said. Dane's mouth open in surprise. I didn't blame him for being surprised at me. Jesus, I was surprised at me. I'd been offered my big break on a silver platter and I was turning it down. I'd been so rude to Chrissy on the phone that I couldn't stand the idea of talking to her again. Not to mention the other issue that was pressing at my nerves, “I think I'll pass.”

  “You'll pass? Savannah, do you understand how big this is?” he said. I nodded.

  “I do, and I'm very thankful for the opportunity. But I have to turn it down,” I said, “It's just not right.”

  “Not right? Why are you talking like you're a member of some weird made up religion?” he asked, “Are you on crack or something? I thought you were dying for this kind of exposure.”

  “I was. I am,” I said, “I don't expect you to understand.”

  “Try me,” he snapped. That was when I knew I had no choice but to tell the truth. As hard as it was, he would have to hear it from me. It was the only way that I could stop my rejection of the offer from seeming completely rude and unjust. I sighed.

  “I don't want to be the girl who only gets a big break because she's sucking the right guy's dick, you know?” I said, “It's not fair. I wouldn't have gotten it on my own merits and I would always know that.”

  To my surprise, Dane took the next opportunity to pull the car over and park. Before I could say anything he turned to me.

  “Jesus Savannah, I'm crazy about you but you can be a fucking idiot sometimes,” he said. How charming. Being called an idiot was definitely in the top ten romantic gestures all girls wanted to experience in their lifetimes.

  “Thanks,” I said, “Ditto.”

  “No, listen. I'm not saying that to be a jerk. I'm saying it because you're about to throw away a massive opportunity here. And yeah, you got it because you know me. So what? I wouldn't have shown Chrissy your drawings if they weren't good. She wouldn't have agreed to wear the designs if they weren't good. You're talented, Savannah. Really talented, and you deserve to be known for your talents,” he went on, “I've lived in LA a lot longer than you have and I know how it works. People don't get what they want just by working hard and being honest. I mean, that's great and all but it doesn't matter how good you are if no one sees it. We network, we meet the right people and eventually some of us meet the people who can help us get noticed for our talents.”

  “Wow,” I said. I was speechless. He'd made some good points but there was still a knot of guilt in my stomach at the thought of being helped like that.

  “Just promis
e me you'll think about it,” he said. I nodded.

  “All right, I promise. I'll think about it, but don't get your hopes up too high.” He grinned.

  “I won't.”

  Dane

  Chad, my tattoo artist, was delighted to hear from me. So happy in fact that he came into the studio early to make time for me. We vibed well together and I always gave a huge tip, so I didn't feel too bad about it. I could see Savannah was nervous as we walked from the car to the studio.

  “You all right?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I'm fine,” she said, but she was trembling a little bit. It was cute how nervous she was. It was as if she was getting a tattoo done herself. I'd been getting them for far to long to worry. All I felt was excitement at the thought of getting a new piece. Besides, I'd gotten my ribs done and nothing could be more painful than that. My arm would be fine.

  “Good,” I said, “Cos there's no reason to worry.”

  I was trying to be reassuring but she glared at me.

  “I'm not worried,” she insisted. Whatever. She could put on the tough act as much as she liked, but I could see right through her. It was just that, an act.

  The studio was bright and colorful. The walls were plastered with Chad's flash art, movie posters and photographs. He greeted me with a hug when he saw me. I wasn't a big hugger, especially not with other men but Chad was cool so I didn't care. Savannah looked somewhat alarmed at the sight of him.

  From the neck up he looked like a normal, kind of handsome Asian guy. He hadn't let a tattoo needle touch his face, but that was about the only place. From the neck down, every inch of his skin was covered in tattoos. When he opened his mouth to speak his split tongue was visible. It made Savannah squeak.