First published on CSSA
Author: Fionn (FionnCSSA@gmail.com) , E-mails and comments are very appreciated
Celeb: Natalie Portman
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral
Disclaimer: This story is fantasy and all of the events described are fictional so none of the celebrities in the series behave in the matter portrayed here (if they do, they can email me).
The series contain explicit sex-scenes and are therefor not suitable for children and should not be read by people under 16-18-21 (circle the appropriate age for your region).
I have worked quite some time at this story so any form of copying without my explicit approval will be met with the appropriate form of violence.
Like Clockwork
Chapter one: Who are you, who who, who who?“Jayzus, my head.” The throbbing pain feels like somebody is hitting me over the head with an axe. I open my eyes and try to look around but my vision’s blurry and all I see are white walls and some colored patches.
I try to get an overview of my surroundings: I’m in a bed and guessing by the typical smell: a hospital bed.
What happened to me?
Where am I?
My vision is only slowly returning back to normal. A covered window comes into view, a small table and a chair as well. I try to move but something is restricting me. I look down: my arm is in a restraint and an IV is hanging above it.
I do a quick check-up of what I can feel and see. Besides the splitting headache I don’t seem to have any other physical injuries and I can move my fingers and toes.
Good.
I look around the room once more, there’s a small fruit basket on the table and a bottle of water next to it.
My mouth is parched and I try and reach for the bottle.
Damn, I get nowhere near the bottle. I slowly sit up, holding my head as the pain explodes. I’m just about to sit up straight when a black woman in a white nurse outfit walks in.
“Oh no, you don’t!” She moves over to me and softly pushes me back. “You have a mild concussion and you are dehydrated. You want something, you ring that bell” She points to the little red button next to the IV. “and Shaniqua, that’s me in case that wasn’t clear, will come and take care of you.”
“It’s good to see you awake though. We were getting worried. That and the police have some questions for you.”
My mind races and tries to place me. “Where am I?”
“St. Mary’s hospital.”
That name doesn’t ring a bell. “Is that in Dublin?”
The black nurse, Shaniqua, starts laughing. “Dublin? No, this is New York honey. You’re a long way from home.”
“What happened to me?”
She shrugs “A women called it in, you were found near her apartment seemingly drugged and with that big bump on your head. You didn’t have a wallet or any form of ID on you so the police suspect you were probably drugged while clubbing or something.”
She smiles: “So do you have a name Irish boy?”
“Yeah sure it’s …” I stop, I got nothing, it’s on the tip of my tongue but it just doesn’t come to me. The nurse notices my irritation and pats me softly on the shoulder while handing me a cup of water.
“Don’t strain yourself sweetie, it will come back to you, it’s not unusual to have some form of memory loss in your condition.”
I gulp the water down and sink back in the pile of pillows. Shaniqua moves the bottle to the little stand next to my bed checks the IV and removes the restraint.
“Sorry about that but we were afraid you would start moving and remove the IV.”
I nod absently, I’m now trying to recall the last week but there’s nothing: how did I end up in New York? Who am I?
“Get some rest hun; the police will be here soon to get your statement.” Shaniqua says before softly closing the door.
I once again try to go back to last week but everything is hazy and I quickly sink back into a deep sleep.
I wake up when somebody is softly tapping me on the face. When I open my eyes I see Shaniqua and an unshaven man in an ill-fitted suit standing next to her.
“Sweetie, this is detective Boon. He has some questions for you.”
“Thanks nurse, I can take it from here.” The man takes a chair and sits right next to the bed, a smell of bad aftershave and sigarettesmoke hit me like a brick. He turns around. “You can leave now.”
He waits till the door closes before turning back to me.
“So, mystery man, the nurse tells me you can’t seem to remember your name or how you ended up here.”
I nod. “I ran your fingerprints through the system and you wanna know what I found?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Nothing. Zip. Which is weird because you have that sexy Irish accent, you thought you were in Dublin and yet: no fingerprints can be found with immigration. So how exactly did you arrive in the US mister nobody?”
“I, I don’t know.”
He moves closer, his breath sickens me. “Are you here illegally? Mmm? Are you on the run? Are you a terrorist?”
I yell out this time: “I don’t know! I can’t remember anything about my life at all!”
Boon smiles: “How convenient for you. So what now? Where are you gonna stay pretty boy? You can’t stay here and you can’t leave the state. I think I’ll just toss you in a cell ’till we find out who you are.”
“He can stay with me.” The soft voice comes from the small figure standing in the doorway.
Boon snarls at her: “And who might you be missy?”
“My name is Natalie and I’m the one who found him.”
He eyed her up and down “Oh yeah, you’re also the one that is paying for this fancy hospital room aren’t you.”
She walks into the room and I can see her more clearly now. “Yes. It’s called charity. Maybe you should try it sometimes detective.”
“Charity is for the weak.” He turns back to me: “Seems like you’re in luck pal. Just don’t leave town. I might, no, I will have another talk with you.”
Natalie watches the detective leave before turning to me: “That’s not someone who seems to protect and serve.”
She moves closer and into the light and I see her face from up close now. “You’re Natalie Portman.”
She looks at me, puzzled, “You recognize me but you have no idea who you are?”
“I loved Garden State.” I answer and then to no-one in particular: “How do I know that?”
“Well, you have some time to think that over, the hospital is releasing you and I have a cab waiting downstairs. Get dressed.” She hands me a Bloomingdales bag. “I hope they fit, your other clothes were well beyond saving and I just guessed your size. Oh and the nurse said you should take these.” She hands me a small paper cup with three red pills in them.
I take the pills, shower and get dressed in jeans and a shirt. They fit me like a glove, now how do women do that?
The pain in my head is starting to subside so instead of an axe the little man inside is now only using a ball hammer. I get out and meet Natalie who is already signing my release papers.
Natalie and I are walking towards the hospital exit when a uniformed cop walks up to us.
“Hello, my name is officer Dunbar and I’m really sorry for this but we still need to get your statement. Can we have a quick sit down?”
We do and I tell him the few things that I remember while Natalie gives him her address.
He notes it all down in a little black notebook. “Ok, I think I have everything for now, thank you sir. We’ll keep you informed if we find something.”
Natalie is already moving towards the exit while I complain to the cop about the manners of detective Boon. He looks at me suspiciously: “Boon? There’s no detective with that name in this precinct. Anyway we wouldn’t send a detective for something like this.”
I see Natalie freezing up. She slowly turns around and her face is now white as snow. “There is no detective Boon?” Her voice is trembling.
“No ma’am. Say, aren’t you…”
“No” she says quickly “I’m not”.
She turns to me: “We need to go. Now!”
I’m confused: “What? Why?”
But Natalie is already dragging me outside and pushes me into the waiting cab.
She is silent the whole drive to her place and keeps glancing in the mirror and through the windows. Every time I try to start a conversation she shushes me:
“We’ll talk when we’re at my place.”
I start watching the buildings go by and my mind drifts off: What the hell is going on here? What did I get involved in?
The cab stops in front of a 5 story brick building in the west side and we get out. Natalie pays the driver and we step into the giant antique lobby. A man dressed in an impeccable grey suit welcomes her.
“Good to see you miss Portman. How was your day?”
“Not so good Julian. Too many things happening.” Julian looks at me with some suspicion. “And does the gentleman belong with you?”
Natalie turns around “Yes Julian. This is” she hesitates for a moment “a friend.”
Julian gives me a look usually reserved for stray dogs. “A friend. Very well miss, I’ll get the elevator for you.”
We take the elevator in silence and when she opens the door to her apartment she suddenly bursts into tears.
I don’t know what to do. I move to her and touch her arm.
“Are you ok?” She cries even harder and falls into my arms. I just stand there holding her not knowing what to say till the crying turns to a sob and eventually stops.
She softly moves away from me and asks for a tissue. I pick one from the low table next to the door and hand it to her.
“I’m sorry.” She says “I don’t know what came over me. It’s just…”
“Just what, Natalie?”
She looks at me with cried out eyes “I shouldn’t bother you with this.”
“Hey, you just gave me someplace to stay and paid for my hospital bills without even knowing who I am. I’m the guy you need to bother.”
She smiles quickly. “I first need to sit down and drink something.”
I look around the large open space apartment and guide her to the modern faux leather seats near the fireplace.
“What do you want to drink?”
She looks up. “There’s mineral water in the fridge and the glasses are in the second cupboard. There’s also some juice if you want some.”
I take two glasses and a bottle of mineral water and head back to Natalie.
She’s now sitting in the corner of the bench with her feet tucked under her and seems to have calmed down. I pour some water for her and hand it over. “Thanks” she whispers.
I sit down at the other end of the bench and look at her. She sips from the water and sighs: “Have you ever heard about an organization called ‘The Clockwork’?”
The name doesn’t ring a bell. “No, what about them?”
“It’s a secret organization that targets female celebrities. They blackmail them by taking private pictures, setting people up for homemade porn, the works. If you don’t pay they bring out all the smut they collected and destroy your career.”
“What does this have to do with you?” She shrugs “We organized ourselves as well to try and counteract and protect ourselves. We call ourselves ‘The 5-3 club’ because the girls in my organization are all 5’3 or below. There are other organizations as well” She sips from the water again.
“Recently we heard that the Clockwork was focusing on dismantling these groups. I think detective Boon was an operative of the Clockwork. I think they are targeting us now.”
I lean back. “Wow. It’s hard to believe a group would have so much power. Are they really capable of destroying your career?”
“Lindsay Lohan refused to pay and see what happened to her. And the whole world could follow what they did to poor Britney. They are ruthless and don’t forget: everybody has dirty little secrets, even me.”
I feel I need to do something “What can I do to help?” She puts her glass down on the mahogany table: “Nothing, you shouldn’t get involved, it’s too dangerous.”
I laugh: “What can they do to me? I’m a nobody who can’t even remember his own name. I can help Natalie.”
She stretches her legs until her tiny feet are only inches away from my leg. “There’s one thing you can do. That is, if you’re willing?” She looks at me expectantly.
“Anything. Ask me anything.”
She stretches even more and her toes touch my leg, she smiles and pulls her feet back under her.
“I need to warn the other girls that the Clockwork is after us but I cannot trust the regular means. They are probably already tapping the phones and reading our emails. On top of that I start filming in a week and I’ll be out of the country. Can you visit them and warn them?”
I sit up “Sure, no problem. I’ll do whatever it takes and I will find out who these people are and bring them down. But” I just remembered I had nothing: no passport, no money, nothing.
Natalie seems to have guessed why I stopped: “Don’t worry about money or the travel. The 5-3 has a resource pool which should cover all your needs.” She smiles. “I must look like a mess now. I’m so sorry for this. That Boon guy probably thought you were one of my darker secrets.”
“It’s ok Natalie. Maybe I’ll find some answers for me as well. And you still look beautiful by the way.”
She stands up and walks over to me; she bends over and gives me a small kiss on my cheek. She smells like heaven and my heart suddenly skipped a beat, or four.
She straightens herself again, wiping a tear from her eye.
“You’re sweet. I tell you what: I’m not going to freak out over this. I’m going to take a shower, we’ll go rent a movie, pick up some famous New York pizza and have ourselves a nice evening.”
“That sounds great.”
She smiles, says “Good, it’s a date!” and disappears through a door to the bathroom.
A date? The day started bad but things are looking up now! A wave of pain rushes through my head and brings me back to earth.
I lie down on the couch and look around for the remote control of the TV and see a little tray hidden in the far side of the table. I can’t stop the curious George in me and open it. And close it again immediately. I look towards the bathroom door but the door’s closed and I hear the water running already. I open the tray again. Inside there’s a purple vibrator.
I can’t stop myself and take it out, it’s a normal vibrator, nothing huge or with throbbing veins on the side but I can’t help thinking that the 6 inches I’m holding in my hands have been inside Natalie.
The same Natalie that’s now under the shower, naked, water dripping from her perfect little body. Maybe she’s massaging herself with the…. I stop in the middle of that thought. I’m sporting a huge hard-on and suddenly I’m ashamed of thinking of her like that. She saved me and took me into her home and I’m going through her personal stuff like this.
I put the vibrator away and spot a universal remote on the little table next to the couch.
The TV is a brand new 46inch plasma and I flick through the channels before I settle on a rerun of an X-files episode.
I must have been enthralled by the episode about a poltergeist because I almost jump out the couch when Natalie jumps into it from behind and yells “BOOO”.
While I’m still clutching my heart she sits there laughing. She’s now wearing jeans and a blue Yankees t-shirt with little white socks covering her tiny feet. Her still wet hair is hanging loose.
“Sorry about that” she giggles “I just couldn’t help it, you were watching so intensely.” I pretend to be angry but can’t keep up the charade for very long.
“So, “she asks “are you hungry yet?” I nod affirmatively. “I could eat a horse.”
She suddenly looks very serious: “Horses are meant to be ridden, not eaten.”
“Like you” I blurt out and immediately turn red and want to slap myself.
Luckily she laughs “well you seem to be doing better if you can talk like that.”
I smile weakly. “Yeah. I still can’t remember anything new though.”
“Still no name?”
“No”.
She sits up. “Well that’s no good. You need to have a name. What names do you like?” I shrug.
“I don’t know.” I joke “Juan?”
She giggles. “Yuk, I found you on the street so I think I can name you right?”
“Right. I guess.” “So I’ll name you ….. Coco!” She once again bundles up laughing.
“Yeah, yeah very funny.” I reply semi-annoyed.
She wipes a tear from her eye and looks at me intensely “What about Finn? You’re Irish and the movie I’ll be filming is about this Irish warrior named Finn Mac Cool.”
Finn. I let the name run in my head. It doesn’t seem right but it’ll have to do for now. It’s a lot better than Coco anyway. I nod. “Okay. Finn it is.”
She gets up. “So Finn, are you ready for the best pizza in town and the girliest movie I can find?” I get up as well. “I’m starving. And as long as you’re not renting The sound of music I’ll be fine.”
We walk out of the building with Natalie singing softly:
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm winter mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.”
Do things get better than this? I’m sitting on a couch with Natalie Portman, watching a movie and eating the best pizza on the American continent. Actually yes, it would be better if Natalie hadn’t chosen The Sisterhood of the traveling pants but I’m already compensating that by insisting on taking Wrong Turn.
It’s almost twelve when both movies are finished and I would have fallen asleep halfway during Wrong Turn if Nat hadn’t screamed every 3 minutes.
Natalie switches of the TV and looks at me. “I have a confession to make, I didn’t really think this through but I’m having a small logistics problem.” I yawn and look at her questioningly.
“Why?”
“Well, I just moved in here and I only have one bed.”
I wave her away. “I’ll take the couch.”
“I can’t let you take the couch! You’re still injured and the couch is way too small anyway.”
I look at the couch. It is indeed not nearly long enough for my 6″3 frame. “Well I can’t let you sleep here, not after everything you have already done for me.”
She pauses. “I guess there’s only one solution then. We both sleep in my bed, it’s big enough anyway but don’t get any cute ideas! Hands above the blankets at all times!”
I nod. “I promise I’ll behave.”
She smiles and winks “You better. I know people who know people if you know what I mean.”
She stands up and walks to the double door at the end of the room. “Bed’s in there, I also picked up some boxers and stuff which should be in the bag I gave you. You know the way to the bathroom and there’s a new toothbrush in the cabinet. If you need anything just yell, I’m quickly going to clean up here and then I’ll join you.
I finish up in the bathroom, find another T-shirt and some boxers in the bag she gave me before heading to her bedroom. The bed is big and the bordeaux sheets are obviously expensive.
The room itself is big as well. There are two nightstands and the walls to the left and right are filled with bookcases. The far wall has a giant walk in closet.
I crawl under the sheets. My god, this bed is comfortable!
I hear Natalie finish up in the bathroom and a few minutes later she walks into the bedroom. She’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt with a big smiley face on it which leaves her gorgeous legs bare.
“Scoot. The left side is mine.” I moan and move to the right side of the bed. She climbs into the bed and turns herself to me.
“Are you going to be ok?”
I yawn again. “Yeah, fine, sleep.”
“Goodnight Finn.” She turns of the light on her nightstand and the room goes dark. “Night Natalie.” I manage to get out before succumbing to a deep sleep.
I wake up annoyed. Somebody is poking me in the side. I turn around and see Nathalie, eyes wide open, looking at me.
“I can’t sleep.” She complains. “That movie you chose is haunting me!” She pouts “what if these monsters stormed in here and wanted to eat me?”
I push myself up on one arm. “Nat. Chances are they rather have the meaty tall guy and not the thin little girl so when they are devouring me you can get away.”
“That’s not funny. I didn’t save you only to be eaten by mutants.”
Suddenly she leans over and bites me on my biceps.
“Aw! What was that for?”
She licks her lips. “Just checking if you’re tasty enough. I wouldn’t want those mutants to take one bite at you and then decided to eat me after all.”
I rub the spot she bit. “And here I was thinking you’re a vegetarian. That really hurt by the way.”
She moves closer to me and I can feel her breath on my skin. “Poor Finn. But it is your fault I can’t sleep so you deserved that.”
“Hey, I watched that whole traveling pants thing with you, I think that should count for something.”
She frowns and bites her lip. “I guess you’re right. That does deserve a reward.”
I suddenly feel her hand gliding over the side of my chest downwards. “Nat?”
She moves closer and lies down on my chest, her hand still moving towards my now bulging boxers. “Shh Finn. Don’t say anything, just enjoy.
I swallow and lay back down on my pillow. Her hand is now inches away from my hard-on. She stops and moves back up and I grunt a complaint.
She gives a quick giggle and her next move takes the breath out of me, in one quick move her hand is in my boxers and around the shaft of my cock. “Better?” she asks.
I can’t even answer, the feeling is too good, too much. She moves her hands up and down my cock, squeezing the tip and weighing the balls. She stretches out till her face is close to mine and kisses me softly.
“You sure weren’t kidding when you said you were meaty.”
I give her a quick smile before I gasp again as she continues to stroke my hard cock.
“Take off your shirt.” She whispers. She hasn’t even finished the sentence and my shirt is already sailing through the air.
“Now let’s free the monster!” She moves my boxers down in two quick tugs and I’m now lying naked next to Natalie Portman.
“Now this is hardly fair isn’t it? Me with the big shirt and you,” she pauses and kisses my nipple “without?”
I moan and put my hands on her delightful little body. I move the shirt up a bit, each inch showing more of those fantastic legs. She moves onto her belly as I pull the shirt over her tight little ass. I was fully expecting to see a neat white slip appear but all I see is more and more of her flesh.
She turns to me with the dirtiest little look. “You like?
I nod. She takes over and pulls the shirt over her breasts and her head, throwing it to the other side of the room. I can’t stop but admiring her tight little body, the soft small breasts with the little pink nipples on them.
“You can touch them you know.” Nat grins.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice, I cup her breasts with my hands and squeeze the already hard nipples. Natalie moans and grinds her ass against my hard-on. She stops and moves my hands away from her. I protest but she puts her right index on my lips and whispers: “This was supposed to be your reward, remember?” I nod and suck on the finger that was shushing me.
“Good idea.” She smiles and disappears under the blanket. She leaves a trail of small kisses and bites down before softly kissing the tip of my red hot cock. I moan harder, the sensation of her little mouth and tongue is almost too much too handle.
And then the whole world explodes before me, fireworks go off in my head and I gasp for air. Natalie has taken almost my entire cock in her mouth and she’s sucking it feverishly, her tongue darting round the tip, her hand stroking me and cupping my balls.
I fall back in the pillows, while Nat is settling into a rhythm, softly sucking me, moving up and wrapping her tongue around the head before moving down again.
“Ooooh, jayzus fuck me,that’s good.”
Natalie glances up, takes her lips off my cock and grins: “Fuck you? In a minute pretty boy.”
“I can’t wait that long.” I pull her up and almost throw her in the pillows. She giggles as I move my legs between her legs and kiss her hard. She bites my lip and I feel her hand moving down, grabbing my cock and lining it up to enter her. No time like the present, I think and I slam into her, filling her completely.
She didn’t expect that, her eyes widen and her mouth makes a silent o before she bites down on my shoulder and starts grinding into me. I don’t bother with nice and slow now, her soft tight pussy engulfs my raging cock and now I can only think of fucking her, hard and deep.
She doesn’t mind, grinding into me moaning and breathing hard. Her mouth is now next to my ear and between her moans she’s spurring me on.
“Fuck yes, fuck that little pussy, make me come!” Her legs wrap themselves around me pushing me inside. I move one of my hands down grabbing her ass while the other hand is busy kneading her breast and playing with her rock hard nipple.
We fuck like animals, she scratches my back, grabs my ass and pushes me deeper inside her, urging me to fuck her even harder. Each time I now enter her soaking wet pussy the obscene slurping sound accompanies our moans.
Just as I feel I can’t hold out much longer I feel her body tighten beneath me. She throws her arms around me restricting my movement and screams this time. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.” An earth shattering orgasm goes through her, her body trembles and her breath comes out in short bursts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her swearing turned me on and I try and pick up the pace again but she stops me.
“Stop, stop please, I’m going to pass out if you don’t stop.”
I mutter a complaint, I’m still rock hard and inside her and after seeing her orgasm like that I want to come too. I want to fill her up, make her scream once more.
She’s still trying to catch her breath beneath me, her face blushed and her nipples trying to penetrate my chest.
“Oh poor Finn. You didn’t come yet?” I shake a small no and try to push deep in her.
“No no no, my turn to fuck you this time.” She pushes me and rolls me over, taking care that my dick remains firmly lodged in her. I’m now lying beneath her looking up at her beautiful body, her small breasts heaving.
She’s biting her lower lip while looking down at me. “Do you like this?” Her hips are gyrating, pressing my dick from left to right while she slowly moves up and down sending gulfs of pleasure through me. I moan what sounds like yes before I close my eyes and sink back in the pillows. Her movements speed up and slow down with small intervals, my cock trapped in her wet pussy is now bulging, getting pleasure like never before. After only a couple of heavenly minutes I feel my orgasm racing and I grab her hips, slamming my cock deep into her and finally releasing what feels like a torrent of cum.
I slam into her another three times, each time met by a loud moan from her, before the orgasm subsides and we both lay down on the bed panting. I only now notice that we’re both covered in sweat and the scent of sweat, sex and cum is hanging in the room.
Natalie is lying on my chest, my half limp dick still inside her and I bend forwards to kiss her on the top of her head.
“My god Nat, that was amazing.”
She looks up, her cheeks red and softly bites my nipple. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
I laugh. “Well thanks, that means a lot to me.”
She grins. “You know I’m kidding, I’ve never cum like that in my life, I wasn’t joking, I really thought I was going to pass out from a pleasure overload.”
We lay like that in silence for a good ten minutes before I notice she has fallen asleep. I slowly move away from under her, my now limp dick slipping out of her wet pussy until we are in a spooning position.
It doesn’t take long before the exhaustion of the sex and the warmth of her body are putting me to sleep as well.
“Do you understand your mission Liam?” The voice sounds mechanical, neither male nor female, like someone using a voice box.
I find myself in what looks to be a cellar or a bunker of some sorts, the walls are bare red brick and there are no visible windows. The only light in the room comes from a single light bulb just above me. The room is empty for the chair I’m sitting on and the two speakers set up in front of me, I guess my employer likes his privacy
“Do you understand what you need to do?”
I nod. “Yeah I know. I will seek out these celebrities and seduce them. I have to make sure I give the clockwork what it wants”
The voice continues: “And you will be rewarded handsomely for it. 250.000 euro per woman into the Swiss bank account you provided to us.”
A smile comes over my face, when this is all over I’m going to have enough money to buy that condo in the south of France.
“So where do I start?”
A mechanical laugh reverbs over the speakers. “Eager aren’t we?
Your first assignment is in the envelop that’s taped under the seat of your chair. Now go
and remember to be careful, the clockwork cannot risk to be exposed.”
The speakers go silent and I take the vanilla envelop from under the seat. I actually tremble as I break the seal. Inside is a single sheet of thick expensive paper, a clockwork logo is displayed at the top.
I take it out and see a New York address neatly typed in the middle of the page, nothing else. The other side of the paper feels glossy so I turn it over and stare straight into the hazelnut eyes of Natalie Portman.
I awake with a start, sweat pearls glistening on my forehead. What the hell was that? Is this part of my memory coming back?
I didn’t have much time to ponder over this as Natalie walked in fully clothed. “Wakey wake sleepyhead. You can sleep further on the plane.”
“The plane?”
“Yeah, my schedule moved forward so a private jet is picking me up in 2 hours to fly me to L.A.. You can come with me so you can warn the girls from the 5-3 that live there.”
The cabride to La Guardia goes by in a flash. I’m still shocked by my dream and still considering that everything I dreamed was true.
Natalie must have thought I was still tired because she leaves me alone but the closer we get to the airport the more the doubts and memories dissolve and I finally start to get excited about this trip.
We board the private jet and I throw myself in one of the big leather seats.
“Aaah this is the life. Champagne please!”
Natalie puts her bag away and sits down in the chair opposite me.
“No alcohol for you, you’re on painkillers.” I grumble and pretend to be angry at her.
She smiles at me: “I’m a psychology major, do you really expect that to work with me?”
She bends forward closer to me: “but if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a treat later on.”
I fall asleep with a smile on my face, this flight might become less boring than I thought.
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