For Whom The Bell Tolls:( Christina Hendricks, Alison Brie, Kristen Bell)

[Carnage Jackson]

Forgive me, for this is the first fiction I’ve written in almost 6 years. If it’s rusty, I apologize. I wanted to give one final goodbye to the celeb sex fiction community that I love. Something to remember me by, but also to pass the torch to the many, many talented writers who are yet to come after I put down the pen. This is for you.

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For Whom The Bell Tolls

Being the sibling of a rising, hot Hollywood starlet is not the glamorous role that it seems. Well, alright, the parties and freebies and constant spotlight on your family does have its perks. Not to mention all the access to every hedonistic desire you could want, practically whenever you want it. But there is a downside to it as well: the stepping out of the shot for photo calls, the 3rd tier seating at awards shows, the neglect by your parents…but I digress.

For the sake of my all access pass and the privileges afforded to me by people in the Hollywood system, I’ll leave my sister’s name out of it. An intrepid reader may be able to piece together my identity from the tale that I am about to tell, but even if you can’t then that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the story, on whatever level. Even as we love our celebrities, here in the US and the world, we also are jealous and despise them too. We pay $10.50 to see their films, or pay for cable for their shows, buying autographs and used clothing they wore for this or that off eBay, but deep down we all know that we are the first to buy the newest issue of Us Weekly, People or OK! Magazine when they slip up. It’s that pedestal that we place fame and beauty that always gets us – seeing those beautiful women up high where we put them, relishing every step they take till they fall down.

Bitter? No, I’m not bitter. I grew up around this world, it is the only thing I know. From my earliest memories, my sister was always the magnetic one. As a young child, the one who people, total strangers mind you, would come up to in the store to say hello or try to get the attention of. Anyone with that much spotlight would of course grow to love it, and it wasn’t long before my parents began to seek talent agents and auditions. I would go along, too young to say otherwise, and watch as the oohs and ahhhs grew louder for her. As we grew up, my parents became more adapted to the lifestyle. Normal kids had soccer practice, or ballet. For us, it was rushing down the freeway at five in the morning in order to make a photo shoot for the newest cookie on the market. As both my sister and I grew older, we began to see less and less of our parents. Not because they didn’t love us, only because they were too busy lining up her next role to be bothered by driving us here or there, or making it home for bedtime. Some kids were latch key kids – we, were chauffeur children. I think I grew to know the personal histories of our nannies, drivers and life coaches more than I did my own parents background. Ask me today and I still can’t tell you what my mother’s maiden name was.

After my sister’s role on that one hit TV show morphed into a few key supporting roles in large summer blockbusters, I knew we were set. Ever since that TV show gig, I have always tagged along to make sure that my sister was ok and not harassed (beyond what she wanted of course – more on that later), but also just because I didn’t have anything else to do. Being 22 when she turned 18, it made it easy for me to say to hell with college and just keep riding her coattails to the most glamorous events in the world. When her roles became more of a femme fatale sort of style though, I started to feel a little uncomfortable. She is my sister after all, and standing next to her while she vamps it up for hundreds of cameras, a giant poster of her nearly naked (heavily photoshopped) body right behind me, was…well, a little weird.

Thankfully, we always have the rest of the cast. The co-stars, the aging-adult-who-used-to-be-the-hottest-there, the comedians who are genuinely funny but always trying just a little too hard to be liked. It’s these people who make the experience worth it, these people who keep you from going crazy on the seat from boredom, these people who will suck your dick if you can convince them you’ll put in a good word to the director.

That is the situation I find myself in right now, actually. It’s fashion week in New York and we are out here to watch the parade of eating disorders showcase the weirdest, wildest pieces of material you will ever see on a human body. I love these corporate events, because even the event staff is hot.

“So you really think you can get me a walk-on spot?” said the gorgeous redhead who was on her knees in front of me, between licks of my cock. She had a pretty face, freckles in all the right places and the bluest eyes you’d ever see. But her nose was just a little too large and her shape just didn’t work for the current Hollywood obsession with no ass girls.

“Yeah, I’ll try. I mean, we used to eat dinner at the director’s house on holidays, so he knows me and my sister really well. Oh yeah, that’s it…god you’re good at that,” I said. It was true – if she didn’t get a job as an actress, she certainly could make it in porn. She looked at me with sultry eyes and continued flicking her tongue around the tip of my prick.

I leaned my back against the door and continued to hold the door knob with my hand. We were in a small, compact little storage closet that just hours before held folding chairs, and there were still a few in here. I didn’t want someone to come barging in because some socialite couldn’t find a seat. I ran my fingers through her wavy red hair and enjoyed the feeling. I’m not super endowed, but from what I hear, the size works for most girls, and I apparently could find work in porn myself, what with a staying power that increased from years of masturbating out of boredom somewhere quiet on the set of some Bruckheimer movie.

I moaned softly as the redhead started licking my balls – I needed to finish up quickly and get back out there, or else I would be the one without a seat. Holding onto her head gently but firmly, I started to fuck her mouth back and forth, moving her lips up and down my cock. She started getting into it and began to go faster, which was all I needed. Two minutes later, I was keeping her face firmly pressed against my stomach as I shot my load into her waiting mouth. Relaxing my hands on her head, I leaned my head against the back of the door and exhaled. Hoping I wouldn’t notice, I saw her discretely spit my cum into a table napkin that was nearby. Obviously she had done this sort of blow-for-work thing before.

I zipped myself up, helped her to her feet, and then quietly opened the door, letting her out first.

“Thanks for that Andrea, I’ll be sure to mention you,” I said.

“It’s Amy. Not Andrea,” she replied, a glint of anger in her eye – she had had this sort of thing happen before too, apparently.

“Sorry, I knew that. It’s just, you were so good I,” and then intentionally trailed off, suddenly fascinated with the top button on my button-up shirt.

“Yeah, right,” she said as she slipped out of the door and looked back at me, her voice now more accepting. “Just do what you can,”

I shut the door softly behind her and started my countdown. I normally wait about 2 minutes before exiting in situations like this – it makes it less likely that I will stumble into someone I know and have to awkwardly try to explain “Oh, so that’s NOT the bathroom…”

The rest of the event went as you would expect, applause at all of the newest styles and a standing ovation for the fashion designer at the end, who strutted the runway like his models, donned in black jeggings and a blouse that probably would have best fit a woman half his size (and weight). People were gathering their things, cell phones in hand as they talked to their agents, contacts, coke dealers, whomever, and I stealthily made my through this throng of beauty and towards the exit.

My sister was all over her newest boyfriend, a hockey player who had won a huge contract two years ago but was now on the downward slope of his career. Five years from now, he’d probably be on some minor league team in Peoria, trying to relive his former glory. But right now, he was with one of the hottest young actresses out there, mingling with the who’s who and enjoying every minute of it. Can’t fault him for seizing the opportunity.

As I passed by my sister, we locked eyes for a moment. I smiled and made a drinking gesture with my hand, our secret code to let her know “Hey, enjoy your night, I’m getting the fuck out of here and going to find something better to do,”. She nodded, tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder and resumed her conversation.

I walked outside and into the New York City night, the chorus of horns and kaleidoscope of taxi cabs and limos zooming by. The steps to the building were starting to fill in with more people as everyone headed off to their after parties or after after after parties. I casually scanned the crowd, mentally checking off whom I had slept with, who I wanted to sleep with and who was way too far down the list to even warrant a mention. I had ridden with my sister and her friends to this event and since I was ducking out early, that meant I was on my own for transportation. I walked away from the building and down the block a bit, getting out of the spotlight (literally and figuratively), debating about whether or not to hail a cab or just walk, maybe to a bar or back to the hotel.

As I stood on my toes, looking down the street for a cab, I nearly fell over as I was bumped into from behind by a woman talking loudly on her cell phone. I tried to play off my stumble gracefully as I spun around, ready to snarl at this rude bitch, when I stopped. The woman had also been startled enough by the collision to actually drop her phone and as I turned, it fell to the sidewalk, shattering into three large pieces.

“Fuck! I just bought that phone!” she said, bending over to pick up the pieces. As she stood up, her blond ponytail whipping behind her head, I immediately recognized her.

“Hey, it’s just a phone. You can buy another one,” I said, smiling at her. I knew exactly who she was, and I felt a little flutter in my stomach – really rare for me, I have to say – but I didn’t want to let on too soon and seem like one of those mouth breathing idiots that I had to deal with all the time with my sister. I bent down to help her pick up what was left of her phone. “Besides, we might be able to fix it,”

I took the pieces from her and started to pretend like I knew what I was doing in trying to put it back together. The truth was, the phone was totally smashed, thanks to a crappy design decision to make everything one piece. Thanks Steve Jobs.

“You look familiar,” I said, glancing from the pieces in my hands back to her face. “Were you in the show?”

“That shit? Hell no, I could never be that skinny,” she said. She had seemed really frustrated with the phone but I could tell that the tension was easing. “I don’t even know why I come to these things, I feel like I’ll catch an eating disorder just by being in the same room,”.

“Ha, well if that happened, maybe you would at least get a little bit of their height out of it,” I said. Terrible line, I know but I was struggling with the fake small talk and the attempt at putting the phone back together at the same time.

To my surprise, she smiled at this, a wry crooked little smile that again gave me a little whoosh in my stomach. She played along. “Are you calling me short?”

“Well, not short exactly. Maybe height impaired. Do you have to get a booster seat when you go out to dinner?” I said with a laugh, our eyes now meeting. She wore a beautiful turquoise coat over what looked like a scoop neck top and a pair of jeans, with a pair of faux-fur slouchy style flat bottom boots. Not exactly the most form fitting outfit, but stylish in a way that showed she knew how to dress her style and body.

She laughed at this and reached out to take the phone from me, her fingers touching the back of my hand for a moment. “Here, give me that. It’s broke for sure,” she said, exhaling loudly in a mock frustrated way. “Now how am I supposed to find my car? If I don’t get back to the tree by midnight, the rest of the elves are going to be pretty upset,”

“So do you work for Keebler or Santa?” I said. I found myself grinning like an idiot. Geez, what was wrong with me?

“I work seasonally. Only with Santa when he is short staffed, because he isn’t unionized and the hours…,” she said, trailing off and smiling as she put the remnants of her phone in her bag, a gold glittery hand bag thing that I knew was the real deal. “I’m Kristen by the way,”

She extended her hand and I shook it, introducing myself. The fact that I was shaking hands with Veronica Mars herself, Kristen Bell, made me feel like more of a fanboy than I am comfortable enough to admit.

“Do you need to use my phone to call a ride?” I said, pulling my own phone out of my pocket and offering it to her.

“Nah, that’s ok. I’ll just slum it and grab a cab,” Kristen said. She had clearly enjoyed our banter but now was clearly serious about finding a ride home, looking past me for the row of taxis that idled in the middle of the street.

“Well, at least let me hail one for you. I don’t think they will be able to see you all the way down there,” I said as we walked more towards the street and into the view of the cabs.

She chuckled but didn’t protest and within a minute or two a cab was pulling up to the curb. I opened the door for her and she stepped in.

“Sorry about the phone,” I said, holding the door and trying to make the moment last longer.

“It’s alright, it’s just a phone. Hey are you an actor or just a creppy cell phone ruiner? You look familiar?”

“No, but my sister is an actress. She was in that super hero movie last year, the one that was in 3D when it really didn’t have to be. She wore the tight bodice and had the gratuitous boob shot every now and then?”

Kristen squinted at my face for a minute and then smiled that wry smile again. “Oh yeah, I see the resemblance. Tell her I said hi. Oh, and that I think your tits are WAY better than hers,”

I laughed at this, which left an awkward pause in the conversation, the sound of the cab idling filling the void.

“Well, thanks for trying to fix the phone. And next time you are in L.A., look me up, we should hang out. I’m sure you have people who can call people,”

“If I don’t break their phones first,” I said, laughing too strangely at my own joke. Kristen’s smile was faltering a bit so I tried to right myself and cleared my throat. “I’ll be sure to do that. Have a good night,”

“Thanks, you too,” Kristen said, closing the door. The cab pulled away from the curb and I watched her go for a moment, before turning back to the building. Now I still needed to get home.

I walked back over to the building, where the crowd was even more dense. I stared off into space, looking at nothing in particular but thinking about my run in with Kristen Bell. One of the things that I had to do many, many times while on set with my sister was kill time. During my awkward teenage years, this meant watching a lot of movies and TV shows in a trailer/dressing room while waiting for shooting to wrap. One of my favorites had been “Veronica Mars”, the show that Kristen had starred in and had helped elevate her status as a strong young actress. Maybe it was the way that you could sense her vulnerability despite the tough facade, maybe it was the surprisingly dark story lines or maybe it was just the talent of Kristen herself, but “Veronica Mars” always registered with me in a way that you would rarely see on TV these days. I don’t normally get star struck and actually pride myself these days on being pretty much jaded and immune to it, but meeting her in such an unexpected way, coupled with the time in my life when I watched the show, had definitely left an impact on me. I was also surprised at how witty Kristen was, which to me meant that she had real comedic talent. Granted, her career hadn’t taken off like a rocket after the show but I knew she was still getting work and was hardly a nobody.

Lost in my thoughts, I jumped a little when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket from a text message. Pulling it out, I read it. It was from my sister.

“2 much drugs @ this party. We R g2g back to hotel. U comin?”

Ah my sister. Never did quite learn how to spell. Apparently she had slipped out when I was talking with Kristen. I texted her back.

“Be there later, have fun.”

I put my phone away and got my second surprise of the night as I saw a man walking up the street towards me.

“Hey man,” he said, extending his hand. “You waiting for someone or do you need a ride?”

The man was Dean Simonds, agent to the stars. His beautiful, A-List girlfriend was with him and she smiled at me as we shook hands. Dean had tried to hire my sister on as an agent over 10 years ago, back when she was a kid, and I remember him being a pretty nice guy. I also remember that he had a nice little waiting room for the “talent”‘s family to wait in, complete with an espresso machine for the stage parents and the latest video games for the siblings.

“Still trying to decide between walking or grabbing a cab,” I replied.

“We can give you a ride if you are going downtown. How’s your sister?” Dean said.

“She’s good. Still working, still making money,” I replied. “A ride would be great,”

I followed Dean and his girlfriend to their waiting car, a hybrid luxury sedan that had to cost a pretty penny. His driver got out and opened the door for us as we got into the backseat, with Dean in the middle. As we pulled into traffic, Dean asked where to and I gave the driver the address.

Sitting in the car, soft music playing over the professional quality speakers, Dean shrugged his coat off while his girlfriend texted on her phone. She had smiled at me a gorgeous smile but I knew that it was simple pleasantries since we didn’t run in the same circle and she clearly didn’t know who I was. That’s ok with me, I knew who she was – she had been in countless magazines and magazine covers, and both her and Dean had been photographed happily in the pages of many gossip mags.

“How’s business?” I said, not really knowing what else to say. Agents often were sleazy, mile a minute shysters but Dean seemed to have a different air about him.

“Business is good. I’m too old for the day to day stuff anymore so I have other people running things,” he said. “I just got tired of the scene. Besides, you can only make so much money before a matter of how much is too much,”

“Ah, I wondered why you weren’t sniffing around my sister,” I said with a laugh. Dean laughed too.

“Believe me, I would have loved to represent her. In more than one way too, if you catch my drift,” he said. This was a little disconcerting, given Dean’s reputation as a ladies man, but he seemed to mean it in jest so I took it that way.

“Right now though, I have other projects going on and even though our relationship is a somewhat open one,” Dean said, rubbing his hand on his girlfriend’s leg, which made her giggle. “I don’t want to get into that skirt chasing game again…at least not full time. I’ll leave that to younger guys like you,”

We both laughed at this. The driver pulled up to the curb outside of my hotel and a doorman came and opened the door, a little surprised at the beautiful woman in the car with us. I got out and held the door for a second.

“Thanks for the ride. And if you ever get back into things again, I’ll put in a good word with my sister. She’s a big girl and can take care of herself,” I said, letting him know that I didn’t see him in the same light as most agents.

“Who knows what the future holds, I can’t rule out never getting involved again. But for now, I’ll just let the chips fall where they may,” Dean said. “Take care,”

I closed the door and they pulled away, the doorman still a little awestruck.

“Was that…?” he said to me as I walked inside.

“Yes it was. And no, I can’t get you an autograph,” I said with a wink.

I took the elevator up to my floor, which housed a few luxury rooms and the presidential suite (I told you having a famous sibling had it’s perks) and passed my sister’s suite. I could hear loud music coming from her room, and the giggle of female voices and a few male voices as well. Given that it was only just now midnight, I knew the party would be raging for many more hours to come.

Walking into the quiet of my room, I kicked my shoes off and sat on the bed, turning the TV on to catch Sportscenter. The time on the bedside clock said 12:04AM and I couldn’t help but think about Kristen’s comments of getting back before midnight. I smiled to myself, hoping that she made it in time and avoided the wrath of all those elves.

After a few more days in New York, visiting friends and taking in the rest of Fashion Week, I was back in Los Angeles. Like so many others, I wasn’t a native Californian, I simply was forced to migrate there as the acting roles for my sister grew more and more prevalent. It’s not that I didn’t like LA, with the great weather and the smog, but the urban sprawl and traffic certainly grew to be incredibly grating as the years went by.

I had a modest apartment near Hollywood, paid for each month from royalty checks that my sister collected as her movies went from the movie theater to DVD, to HBO to basic cable. I never really worried about money too much, but I was hardly rich. It sometimes bugged me to have to talk to my sister (or her assistant) for money if I needed to buy anything large or if I forgot to pay the rent due to simply being out of town, but I managed. Besides, most of my days were spent playing video games or hanging out with friends I had made throughout the industry.

One of these friends was Brian, a guy a couple of years younger than me. Brian made no aspirations to be an actor like so many other LA residents, but instead had come to Los Angeles to actually work as a camera guy for scripted shows or the occasional low budget movie. The reality show boom had hit his field hard, as the need for stand alone operators dwindled but like me, he managed to get by. The best thing about Brian though, was that he helped me keep the Hollywood world in perspective. He saw things from behind the scenes, knew who were divas and dicks and wasn’t afraid to let you know his thoughts when he was away from the camera. I was over at his house on a slightly hazy afternoon when he launched into one of his famous spiels.

“Now don’t get me wrong,” Brian said, between sips of his beer. “I know that a lot of these girls have no nudity clauses in their contracts, but really – are the pasties necessary?”

“You’re talking about that Showtime gig you did last week?” I replied. We were playing an intense game of Xbox and I was kicking his ass. He always got riled up when I blew a hole through him in Call of Duty.

“Yeah. I mean, as a camera guy, I’m going to see your tits regardless. And believe me, I’ve seen more than my fair share. But it’s becoming the norm for us to stop takes, takes that were perfect with a great shot by yours truly, just so some up and coming young starlet can get her glue on nipple covers adjusted. God forbid we see a nipple!”

“It’s the internet man. Those geeks have nothing better to do than freeze frame a movie, take a screen capture and edit it in Photoshop just to see if they can spot a hint of an areola,”

“A what?”

“The nipple dude. The nipple is the pointy part, the areola is the part of the breast that the nipple is on. Some are big, some are small…”

“Oh yeah, that, right. I guess you are right, once one of those pics hits the internet, its everywhere. All those pervs whacking off to some chick’s nip slip,”

“Oh what, like you don’t?”

“Hell yeah I do. And I appreciate their work, as a horny man. But as a cameraman, those pasties make my life miserable. I’ve gotta reframe the shot, the lighting has to be adjusted…it just gets really old, really quick,”

“I hear ya,” I said.

This continued on for a few more minutes as I continued kicking his ass in the game. Finally after the round was over, he tossed his controller on the couch to go get another beer. I heard him open it in the kitchen and walk back, taking a sip.

“So, I heard about this party that Alison Brie is throwing up in the hills tonight. You wanna go?”

“What type of party is it?” I asked. I always ask these questions because a party in the hills can be more trouble than its worth. When my sister just hit it big, we used to go to parties all over LA but the ones in the hills were usually the most out of control. Regardless of whose house it was, there always seemed to be a ton of pot, a lot of skanky girls and the cops inevitably ended up being called because one too many idiots threw one too many chairs into the neighbor’s pool. Having to scramble to leave got real old, real fast.

“Oh man, it’s just really chill. My buddy Ken works on “Community” and he said that its just like a few intimate friends sort of thing, nothing major. Should be low key, with some good weed and some hot ladies,”

The prospect was tempting, as Brian and I’s taste in ladies and parties pretty much ran parallel with each other. Plus, Alison Brie was ridiculously hot and funny too. I always tried to catch “Community” on Hulu when I could.

“Sure, pick me up at my house at 10?”

“Yeah, no problem. Now let’s play something else, I’m tired of getting my ass handed to me,”

Brian was his usual 30 minutes late in picking me up. How he ever managed to be on set on time was beyond me, considering his perpetual lateness. I climbed into his beat up old Camry and we headed up into the hills, listening to KROQ all the way there. I didn’t like corporate radio but every now and then KROQ still managed to surprise me with what they played, especially at night. Brian was dressed in jeans and a button up shirt, I was in my usual t-shirt and dark pants, topped with a sports coat that cost me two months of rent and a pair of white Adidas. I didn’t go for much of the fashion that you saw these days, and would hardly consider myself trendy, preferring the classics. I of course saw every fashion trend months ahead of every one else, but that didn’t mean I had to buy into it – who had the time?

When we arrived, Brian had been right about the atmosphere of the party. Alison’s house was an old converted bungalow style, set off from the road behind a small gate and overlooking partially the city below. She hadn’t quite made it just yet, but the location was nothing to spit at. Walking in, there was some low fi indie rock playing and about 30 people milling about. Most of them seemed to be congregated in the living room, where a bong the size of my leg was setup and a semi circle of people around it waiting their turn.

I did my usual people scan and didn’t see anyone I knew outright, but a few faces that I did recognize. Some of Alison’s “Mad Men” cast mates were there, including January Jones and the amazing Christina Hendricks, whose tits seemed to defy all laws of physics. There were also some other hot women of note, including a couple of gorgeous redhead twins laughing and joking with a massively built hispanic guy in the kitchen. Also sitting in a chair off to the side was comedy legend Chevy Chase, a guy that I loved for his comedy but hated for his career choices.

We walked in and stood off to the side away from the table, Brian giving a fist bump to his friend Ken. I walked over to the dining room table where a makeshift bar had been setup. Top shelf liquor all the way – Alison knew how to party. I made a drink for myself and made small talk with some of the other guests before going to join Brian, who had taken a seat on the couch next to January.

She was dressed in a floral print sleeveless skirt and had her long blond hair pinned back behind her ears. She had clearly had a couple of drinks or tokes from the bong, as her beautiful face glowed a nice warm red and her words were just a little louder than everyone else’s. She smiled at Brian when he sat down but went back to the conversation a moment later. Christina was sitting across from her, sipping what looked like a rum and coke and generally staying quiet. Alison was at the center of the group, in the middle of the couch, and was actively encouraging her guests to take a hit from the bong. Her eyes fixed on me.

“Hey, sport coat! If you’re going to drink my free booze, at least come sit with the rest of us. You’re being creepy McCreeperson standing over there,”

“Just watching the festivities,” I said with a smile, lifting my glass in her direction. “Great place you have Alison,”

“Thanks! I wanted to buy something bigger but these bitches insisted that I needed to live away from everyone up here,” Alison said, playfully gesturing to January and Christina and some of the other women.

“I like it up here. You don’t want to look too much like a prima donna by living amongst the bourgeois like us,” I said with a laugh. I followed Alison’s suggestion and found a spot on the floor next to the table.

Alison laughed at this. “And who are you by the way?”

“I’m Brian’s friend. My sister is,” I said before she cut me off.

“Whose Brian?” she said with a puzzled look on her face.

“I’m Brian,” Brian said. “I’m Ken’s friend. We used to work together and,”

Alison cut him off again. She inhaled from the bong and held in the smoke before responding “Ken? OH KEN!” she said, looking at Ken. “Ken’s my friend! He’s also gives the best head I’ve ever had! I swear, the things he does with his tongue should be illegal!”

Alison exhaled a massive cloud of smoke and there was an awkward silence before everyone burst into laughter. Ken’s face got red, from his chin all the way up to his slightly balding head.

After that, everything was much more relaxed. We all had a few drinks and a few more hits from the bong, talking about what we did and the state of jobs in the industry right now, that sort of stuff. I was feeling nice and chill at this point, my head in a kind of hazy fog that was just enjoyable enough to make me appreciate the wonders of marijuana without the paranoia that comes from too much over indulging. I had the opportunity obviously to try pretty much anything out there, but I always tended to opt for the organic stuff so as not to end up on “Celebrity Rehab”. As is usually the case with pot though, time felt like it was crawling at a snail’s pace for me when really, a few hours had passed. I remember taking a sip of my drink, thinking about just how delicious it tasted and why couldn’t everything taste this delicious before looking up and realizing that the party had thinned out to just a few people.

Brian and Ken were still there, as were the redhead twins and a couple of other guys, but Alison and January and Christina had all stuck around as well, leaving maybe 9 people left in the house. The three “Mad Men” stars had moved to one side of the couch and were all in a deep and shushed conversation. There was an occasional giggle and a glance at the people in the room but mostly they were talking just to themselves.

I figured the party was winding down and now would be a good time for Brian and I to make an exit, when Christina stood up in one quick motion, her massive chest bouncing up and catching the eyes of every guy in the room. She wore a pair of jeans and a turtleneck blouse that covered her full, curvaceous top, but no bra in the world could hide just how massive her tits really were. She spoke up in her sweet, lilting little voice, her hands on her hips.

“We’ve decided. We need to all play a game,”

“What type of game?” one of the redhead’s asked. Her eyes were slightly lidded from the pot and her words came out slowly. She and her sister were clearly gorgeous, but if they were actresses, I couldn’t place them.

“Truth or dare!” Christina said with a giggle. There was a groan from the other women in the room and one of the guys got up to make like he was going to leave.

“No no, it will be fun!” Christina insisted. “I promise, nothing too silly or out of control!”

“I’m game!” Brian said. He too slurred his words and I made a mental note to myself that he wasn’t driving my ass home down those curvy hills, no way.

“Great! Now everyone who wants to play, get in a circle. Everyone else, you guys go sit over there,” January said, pointing off towards the fireplace on the other side of the room.

I hadn’t quite made up my mind on if I wanted to play or not, but the group began to get in a circle all around me. Alison sat next to me and patted my leg “This will be a lot of fun sport coat, I promise!”

The group situated themselves in a boy-girl-boy-girl sort of pattern, with a cute little Asian girl on the other side of me. Brian was situated next to January and Ken had both of the redhead twins on either side of him. Christina, the apparent ringleader of it all, sat next to Alison, as there wasn’t quite enough men to make the circle a true pattern. The whole thing felt very juvenile, but at the same time, given how drunk and stoned we all were, something silly seemed more than appropriate.

“Ok, I’ll go first,” Christina said. She leaned forward and made a scrunched, comical face as she inspected all of us. “Ok, Brian! Truth or dare!”

Brian was clearly ready for this. “Ok, I’m ready. Truth!”

Christina paused for a minute. “Who is the biggest bitch you’ve ever had to film?”

Brian laughed “Yeah right! I know how all of you actresses talk! I’m not going to tell you that! Dare!”

“What, you’re giving up that easily?”

“No, but I’m not going to get myself blacklisted from camera work either!” Brian said, laughing. “Go on, bring on the dare,”

“Fine. I dare you to mix what is left of these drinks and then chug it all down,” Christina said. It wasn’t the most outrageous dare in the world, but Brian took it on like a champ. He collected all of the cups of beer, wine, vodka, rum and god knows what else, poured them all into one cup and, with a smirk at Christina, guzzled it down. It wasn’t more than 5 seconds later after the last drop that his face got a little green and he hurried to stand up and run towards the kitchen. I’ll spare you the details of what happened next, but let’s just say it wasn’t pleasant.

Everyone laughed while Brian was retching in the sink, and the game continued on. Most of the next few rounds were just as silly, though the game started taking a much more sexual tone when it was Alison’s turn.

“Ok Ken, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Ken said. The truth questions had mostly been avoided thus far as everyone was testing the limits of the group with the dares.

“Are you sure? This one could be a challenge for you,” Alison said. Brian had rejoined the group by this time, but clearly was not as into the game as he had been before.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Dare me Alison, I uh…dare you,”

“Ken, I dare you to take these two lovely ladies next to you into the back bedroom and give them the same great head that you gave me a few months ago. Make sure they both cum, and when you are done, I want a full report on just whose pussy tasted better!”

Ken’s eyes got wide and the two redheads giggled and turned red at the idea of this, but all three had shit eating grins on their face.

“Well, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” Ken said, standing up. He took each lady by the hand and they walked back down the hall.

“What are your names? I’d at least like to know a little something about you,” Ken said, his voice trailing down the hallway.

“I’m Rose,” said the one one the left. “And this is my sister Arianna,”

“Nice to meet you. Now if you will follow me…” Ken said, shutting the door behind him.

There was a short silence in the living room as we all looked down the hall and within a few minutes we could hear the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning.

“Ok sports coat, your turn,” Alison said.

“Ok January, truth or dare,” I said. January had been pretty tame throughout the party but given how hot she looked, and that beautiful smile of hers, I wanted to push her a little bit.

“Dare,” she said, just the answer I was hoping for.

“I dare you and Christina, right here and right now, to give us guys a little show. Make out, a little groping, that sort of thing,”

I thought I might have been taking things too far too quickly, but neither girl hesitated.

“Please, I’ve done this many times before. And besides, Christina is hot,”

Christina giggled at this and January scooted over next to her. They turned and face each other for a minute before January leaned in and kissed Christina on the lips. Christina resisted for just a fraction of a second before opening her mouth and letting her own tongue slide out and into January’s hot and waiting mouth. The room was filled with the sound of kissing and it wasn’t long before things began to pick up in intensity.

January moved her hands up and down slowly along the sides of Christina’s arms before moving over towards her massive breasts. Christina moaned softly into her mouth a little as January’s hands roamed over her body. Christina wrapped her hands around January’s back and pulled her closer, squeezing her against her body. January’s hands were really roaming all over Christina at this point, taking each breast in a hand and fondling and squeezing them.

The rest of the group had scooted back a little bit to watch, including Alison, who was watching with rapt attention. January put her arm around Christina’s back and gently lowered her to the floor. Christina spread her legs wider to allow January to fit inside of her curves, the two beautiful women kissing passionately as they explored each other’s bodies. January seemed to forget that there was an actual audience there with her and paused for a moment to unbutton her blouse and shrug it off her shoulders, leaving her in just a pink lace bra that was straining just a little to keep her breasts in. Christina’s hands moved up and started to squeeze January’s tits as she lay atop her, rubbing her nipples slightly through the thin fabric.

January moaned at this and slid her own hand up under Christina’s top. She had been wearing a sweater that kept most of her cleavage from view, but as January’s hands moved further up her body, we were treated to a view of her luscious curves the bottom of her own bra, which was black and very large. January paused for a moment, looking me directly in the eye as if to say “Thanks for the dare,” before moving back to Christina’s flushed face and kissing her again. It wasn’t long before Christina’s shirt was bunched up by her neck and January was placing her face between each of Christina’s heaving breasts, her tongue trailing over the contours of each globe. Christina arched her back slightly to give January better access to her breasts and in one deft move, unhooked the bra from behind her, the material springing free and the straps sliding slowly down her shoulders.

January reached behind her own back and unhooked her bra, and a moment later the two “Mad Men” starlets were pressing their breasts against each other, January’s nipples rubbing against Christina’s. Christina’s huge breasts had come into view fully now, and they were just as spectacular – even more so – than I had ever expected. This was turning out to be the best dare ever. Christina’s hands reached up to cup January’s breasts as she straddled the buxom redhead, tracing her fingers over January’s pink nipples, January’s long blonde hair falling back over her shoulders. January leaned back and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling given by Christina for a few moments, grinding her hips and legs against Christina’s as she lifted her hands behind her head to hold her hair back.

From the bedroom, the moans of the women being serviced by Ken were now growing louder and as I glanced around the room, everyone seemed to be breathing just a bit heavier in watching this faux lesbian action in front of us, with the soundtrack of pleasurable moans coming from the bedroom not 30 feet away.

January had leaned down to suck on Christina’s nipples at this point, holding each breast in a hand as she alternated back and forth from one nipple to the other. Christina’s tits were bouncing and moving in small circles as January played with them, the suckling sounds getting louder as Christina moaned and arched her back again in pleasure. As January lay on top of Christina, her hand slowly slid down the blonde’s firm stomach and into her pants, all five of her fingers disappearing from view as January groaned in pleasure, Christina having found her cunt. As January continued to pleasure Christina and her tits, rubbing her hair over her nipples and licking and sucking like she just couldn’t get enough, January lifted her hips up to give Christina better access. Christina’s hand was working frantically inside of January’s pants and I heard Alison gasp audibly as the button on January’s pants popped open and the zipper slid down slightly, revealing to all of us that January was without panties and appeared to be completely shaved.

At this point, January was nearing her orgasm and had simply collapsed on Christina’s chest, using her breasts to rest her head as Christina lifted her head and watched January’s face contort in ecstasy, her body trembling from the cum that we all knew was coming. Christina’s hand was almost a blur now, the sloppy, squishing sounds of a very wet pussy able to be heard by all of us as she worked her costar towards a climax. With a few more frantic thrusts of her hand, January lifted her upper body up and took Christina’s face in her hands, kissing her hard, their tongues mingling as she finally succumbed to the pleasure.

“Oh fuccckkkk!” January moaned, louder and louder as we all watched her body shudder one final time in release before she collapsed on top of Christina. They both lay their panting for a moment, enjoying the after glow and enjoyment, the sweat of their actions glistening on their naked torsos and heaving breasts. January had a contented look on her face as Christina slowly stroked her hair.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you were at that,” January murmured, her eyes closed and her forehead sweaty from the activity.

Alison gulped loudly, her voice husky and sexy. “You’ve done that with each other before?”

Christina smiled a sexy smile as she rested her hand on the back of January’s back, her fingers slightly wet from January’s juices.

“Of course. You’re only on set some of the time. We are there all the time and have to find some way to kill time between scenes,” Christina said.

We all laughed at this. I looked around the room again and saw that Brian had moved against a couch and had the cute Asian girl beside him, one of her arms wrapped around his side while the other had disappeared down his pants. From the way the material was tenting outward and the up and down motion of her hand, I could tell that Brian was feeling much, much better.

Nothing was said for the moment as the couples were enjoying themselves, Brian lost in his own world with the Asian girl while January and Christina were whispering to themselves. I heard a screaming orgasm from the back bedroom and knew that Ken was doing his job. Alison and I looked at each other and without saying a word, she stood up and walked over to me, taking my hand.

“Everyone is welcome to stay or go or whatever. We’ll be back,” she said, leading me down the hall. We passed the threesome in the other room. I could see the door was open just a crack and that the two redheads, Rose and Arianna, were both completely naked. One was on the bed with her legs spread wide, Ken’s head buried between her legs as she thrust her hips towards his face, while the other twin sat next to them, stroking her sister’s hair and rubbing her own pussy.

Alison continued to lead me further back into the house and into a bedroom, shutting the door. This was a master bedroom as it was almost the size of the living room and had a large four post bed in the middle of the room. On the bedside table, I saw a stack of scripts as well as one of the biggest vibrators I have ever seen. It was at least 12″ long and looked like it had gotten a lot of use.

“I’m not sure I can compete with that thing,” I said to Alison as she led me towards the bed, leaning back against it with her hands on my shoulders.

She looked at the vibrator and giggled “I really don’t care, I just need some cock right now,”

With that, we were kissing passionately a moment later, my coat shrugged off my shoulders. Alison was a few inches shorter than me, but I had no trouble in holding her close and grinding my hard cock against her. She was incredibly turned on by the scene we had all just witnessed and was practically tearing at me to get me undressed. I was helping her as well, lifting her shirt quickly over her head and reaching around her back to release her breasts. They were quite large as well, at least a C cup and they were hot and aroused as I felt her press her body against mine, her hard nipples raking against my torso. I stay in pretty good shape for situations like these but I don’t have the body of a body builder or anything. Alison didn’t seem to mind though, as she had other things on her mind at the moment.

I felt her struggling with my belt and I reached down to undo it for her, unbuckling it and flinging it to the side in a quick motion. Alison had originally been wearing a tight fitting top and a pair of jeans but now she was just down to her panties as she hooked her thumbs into the jeans and slid them down her legs. Her long, wavy brown hair lay over her shoulders and her beautiful blue eyes looked up into mine with lust as she grabbed my hands and moved them to her ass. I took the hint and began squeezing and kneading her tight butt in my hands, raising my thumbs up to feel the dimples in the small of her back above her ass before grabbing each cheek in a hand, the material of her little red panties soft and lacy beneath my touch.

We kissed like this for a few more moments, exploring each other’s mouths with our own tongues, Alison’s breath sweet and her lips incredibly soft. She placed her hands on my chest again and stepped me back a step or so, freeing herself from me so that I could see all of her body. She pushed her fingers below the edge of her panties and slid them down her legs, half twirling as she did so so as to give me a full view of her luscious body. As her panties neared the floor, she bent over at the waist to give me a full view of her aroused pussy, the lips glistening with just a drop of moisture, her labia flushed red and just begging for me to fuck her.

I wasted no time in taking my pants and boxer shorts off, freeing my cock from its confines, the hardness of it aching in a good way. Alison looked back over her shoulder at me as she spread her legs a little bit wider, offering herself to me. I moved to her, feeling the heat coming from her sex as I rubbed the shaft of my dick against her ass cheeks, her skin soft and smooth to the touch. My balls rubbed against the underside of her pussy and Alison moaned softly, her eyes locked with mine and her pupils dilated from the excitement to come, her breathing becoming more ragged in anticipation. I wrapped my arm around her waist and continued to tease her with my cock, rubbing it up and down against her, getting her even more wet in anticipation.

Alison had bent over the bed slightly, her nipples dragging against the fabric of the bed as she rolled her hips against me, her body begging me to fill her up with my hard manhood. I felt her reach down between her legs and take hold of the head of my prick, and I stood still for a moment, letting her guide my body into hers. I felt the outer edge of her pussy, so wet and hot from all that had occurred and the tip of my cock entered into her folds. Her small hand slid down my shaft as I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock easily into her spreading pussy. It only took a couple of thrusts before I had all of my cock inside of her, her wetness coating my dick with sticky, hot pussy juice. Once I was inside her fully, Alison exhaled and again moaned, enjoying the fullness of having her pussy stretched, the pleasant feeling of opening up and succumbing to what her body craved the most.

Holding her still by the waist, I wrapped my other arm around the front of her chest, running my fingers all over the top of her breasts as I began to thrust deep inside of her with every move of my hips. The weight of my body pressed Alison to the bed and she was murmuring to herself as her brown hair covered part of her face, her breath and the movement of our fucking causing it to sway and slide all over her.

“Oh god, yes!” Alison cried “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

I pushed harder and harder into her, and Alison seemed to respond to this, as her moans turned more into grunts, her body now giving over to the pleasure that we were both feeling. Her pussy was so tight and so wet, I wondered when the last time she had really been fucked by a hard cock. My balls slapped against her as I pushed deep into her, pulling my shaft out almost all of the way with each thrust and movement, teasing her body with every stroke. Our fucking became harder and faster, my own grunts now mingling with her moans and cries of pleasure, the bed beneath us rocking up and down as she grew closer and closer to coming, her face now flush with excitement.

I moved my arm from her hips and stepped back, pulling her upwards with me so that she stood spread legged on the floor, her body now pressed against mine as I continued to thrust deeper inside of her hot pussy. Alison seemed to like it when I fucked her a bit rougher, so while she was pressed against me I wrapped one of my hands into her hair and pulled her head back towards mine, causing her to gasp in surprise, a gasp that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as I pulled her face to mine, her head turning to the side as we kissed passionately. My other arm was used to explore her body, and I touched every inch of it while holding her upright, my hands running all over her breasts. Her nipples were so hard against my palms as I rubbed each in turn between my fingers, squeezing gently and causing Alison to shudder as I kept my cock buried inside of her pussy.

Guiding my hand from her breasts, I slid it slowly down her firm stomach towards her wet sex. As my fingers neared her folds, I realized that Alison – like so many others – kept herself neatly shaved, almost hairless, except for a small tuft right above her clit. My fingers passed through this and towards her clit, the small nub hard and excited beneath my touch. As I brushed it ever so slightly, this was just too much for Alison, who had been on the verge of coming for a while now. I felt her knees tremble and her whole body shudder as she broke the kiss.

“Ohhhhhh goooodddd yesssssss! FUCK I’M COMMMINNGG!!!” she screamed, her body twitching.

I felt her pussy grow wetter beneath my fingers as I grazed the tip of my index finger over her lit. She doubled over at the waist in pleasure, her hair flying wildly all around her, her eyes closed tightly as her body roiled in the pleasure that she was experiencing. I held her by the waist so that she didn’t fall over, but continued to thrust inside of her as hard and as deep as I could, feeling my own orgasm nearing. I held Alison like that at the waist for a few more moments, her hands having found the bed to steady herself with. Her legs were now spread wide and she had her arms out wide as well, but she continued to slowly thrust her ass back against my cock as she came down from her orgasm, her tight firm body grinding against me as she tried to make her orgasm last forever.

When she had had a moment to catch her breath, I turned her around to face me, her breasts heaving and flushed at the top from the orgasm. Our eyes locked for a moment before she moved her hands to my face, pulling me to her for a soft and gentle kiss.

“That was fucking amazing. I haven’t come like that in years. Now I want you to come,” Alison said after our lips released. “And I want you to come deep inside of my pussy,”

Taking the lead, Alison stepped back towards the bed, laying herself across it on her back, her legs still spreading wide. I climbed on the bed to join her, pulling her pussy closer to me. She was a gorgeous woman, with beautiful pink nipples that were small but just the right size for licking and curves that were soft and womanly. Her stomach was firm and flat and her hips flared out to match her curves, leading down to a beautiful pussy that was now very wet and open and ready for my hard cock once again.

Lifting her legs up so that the underside of her knees were in my hands, I held Alison’s legs wide as I guided my cock back inside of her. She was still hot and ready, her pussy now opening up without any problem as I pushed inside of her. Alison lifted her head slightly off the bed and we both watched as my dick slid all the way inside of her once more, Alison again groaning in pleasure as I bottomed out against her, my balls hitting her ass cheeks. I had felt myself on the verge of coming while Alison was getting close, but I had delayed it just so that I could enjoy moments like this.

Now that Alison had her first orgasm done, she was more focused on me – and that meant lots and lots of dirty talk. As I started to get a rhythm going inside of her again, her legs spread wide and her pussy stretching with my every thrust, Alison’s moans and screams of pleasure turned into sexy encouragement.

“Oh yes, fuck me with that big hard cock!”

“God, I can fill you stretching me out. Does that pussy feel good around your dick? Is it nice and hot and wet,” she said, her words sizzling out of her mouth like a snake.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck! Jesus, yes, fuck! Ahhh, god damn I love your prick,”

Her words were just encouragement to me and I started to fuck her harder, feeling that tingling in my balls getting stronger. Alison didn’t miss a beat.”

“OH GOD! You’re so hard and in me so deep! I want you to cum for me! I want to feel your cum inside of me,” Alison moaned, screaming the last part loudly.

I pushed harder now, my own body taking over as I focused just on coming inside of this hot, tight wet little pussy.

“Fuck me, I want your cum. I want it! Fill me up with your cum, fill me up!”

I couldn’t take it anymore after a few more moans and screams like this, I dropped Alison’s legs and grabbed onto her hips, pulling her pussy hard against my body as I fucked her as hard as I could. I felt the euphoric feeling of my orgasm and Alison must have felt it too, for her own body seemed to be tensing up like mine.

“Yes! Cum in my pussy! Cum in me, I’m going to cum again too! Cum for me, cummmm!!!” she screamed.

At that moment, we both seemed to cum within seconds of each other and I could feel my cock expand as I slammed myself as deep into her as I could, feeling the hot jets of cum rush out of my cock and into her wet, sticky pussy. Alison moaned and screamed, her hips bucking and her pussy getting wetter still as she came too, both of us grunting and thrusting for a few moments, my balls totally drained as I shot stream after stream of cum inside of her.

After a few more moments of this, as my orgasm finally subsided and Alison’s too, we lay atop each other, her arm on my back and her large breasts soft and sweaty, her small body beneath mine as we both gasped hard for breath. I rolled off of Alison after a few minutes, enjoying the moment after my release. I laid my head back on her ultra soft sheets and stared up at the ceiling as Alison lazily traced her hand over her belly, down to her pussy which was covered with just the slightest bit of hair. She brushed her fingers back and forth over her clit, savoring the come down from her orgasms.

I turned on my side to look at her and we both grinned goofily at each other, Alison’s beautiful smile going ear to ear. Leaning over her, I looked at the clock. 4:17 am. Damn, we had been at it for a while. But something else caught my eye – it was a framed cast photo from “Scream 4″. All of the female stars were in it – Courtney Cox, Anna Paquin, Neve Campbell, Emma Roberts, Hayden Panettiere, Alison and someone else – Kristen Bell. They were all arranged around a kneeling, arms spread Ghostface, pretending to be scared. All of the women were beautiful of course but seeing Kristen caught my attention, given my previous experience with her a few weeks back.

“I love the ‘Scream’ movies,” I said to Alison, who by this time had her eyes closed and a content smile on her face.

“Huh? Oh yeah, me too,” she said, opening her eyes to see what I was talking about. “That was a lot of fun, Wes Craven is the nicest guy,”

“If I remember right, your death scene was pretty…umm, brutal,” I said.

Alison laughed. “Yeah it was but I loved playing Rebecca, I got to be a total bitch,”

“Do you still talk to any of the other girls in the movie?”

“Sometimes we see each other at premieres and stuff,” Alison said, closing her eyes again. She clearly was worn out from the pot and the orgasms but I pressed on.

“What about Anna or um…Kristen,” I said, trying to make my curiosity not so obvious. “Still talk to them?”

Alison was more alert now, and eyed me suspiciously. “Mayyybbeee…why?”

“Oh I was just uh, curious. You know, as a horror movie fan,” I replied.

“Yeah, I think I’ve got their numbers still. Why, you want to fuck Anna?”

“Isn’t she married to that vampire Bill guy?”

“Yeah, she is. But he’s British, you know they aren’t known for their reputations in the sack. What about Emma? I think she might be a bit of jail bait but hey if that’s your thing…”

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot but I hate her aunts movies with a passion,”

“Oh come on, Notting Hill wasn’t that bad!”

“Please, half of her movies are the exact same plot with just a slight twist,”

Alison played with a lock of her long brown hair that had fallen over her eyes. “Kristen then? Got a thing for blondes?”

I hesitated for a moment, unable to come up with a quick remark to throw her off the trail. Alison pounced.

“You DO want to fuck her don’t you Sportscoat?” she said, rolling on top of me and pinning me down by the shoulders, a playful, sexy smirk on her face.

“Maybe? So what if I do? It’s not like you and me are exclusive,” I said, stammering a bit over my words. I could feel myself blush a little bit and felt stupid for it.

Alison kept smirking at me, seizing the moment. She lowered her head to my chest, rubbing her hair over my neck as she kissed downwards to my nipples.

“You know, I could give you her phone number if you want,” she said softly, her kisses continuing to move further down my body.

“Is that so?” I replied, grabbing on to her shoulders and guiding her down towards my quickly hardening prick. This girl was insatiable.

“Uh huh,” she murmured, her nose now inches away from my cock. I could feel her hot breath on my balls as she talked, exciting me even further.

“And what would I have to do to get it?” I said, gasping as she took the tip of my prick into her mouth. She slowly slid her lips downward over my shaft, tasting our cum from before as she sucked gently on me. I was fully recharged and ready to go for round 2.

“Fuck me till I can’t walk,” Alison said, taking her mouth away from my cock for just a moment before enveloping it once again.

I wrapped my hands around her hair and pulled her head from my dick, her mouth making a loud smacking sound as she looked at me with surprised, lustful eyes.

“That, I can do,” I said. I let go of her hair and leaned up in one quick motion, pushing her backwards on the bed as I climbed on top of her, thrusting into her still wet pussy with one push, eliciting a loud cry from Alison.

And, being a man of my word, that’s exactly what I did for the next four hours. By the time we finished early that next morning, Alison simply handed me her phone with Kristen’s number already on the screen.

The next few weeks were pretty uneventful as spring turned into summer and the summer blockbuster season opened. The usual action/comic book dreck came and went, and my schedule was busy night after night as I bounced from premiere to premiere, watching the new “it” girls come in and take the spot light from last years breakout stars. I’d like to claim that my eventual meeting again with Kristen was perpetuated by that awesome night with Alison but as fate would have it, it was something far more normal than an all night fuck session with a Hollywood starlet: traffic.

For weeks, LA officials had been blasting out through every street sign, TV commercial and Tweet about the closing for a weekend of the 405, one of the busiest roads in the country. The 405 runs through LA and is basically the main pipeline for much of the city. It’s also one of the worst roads in the world simply for the traffic jams that happen at all hours of every day, and if Hell exists, it probably is laid out in a grid of nothing but the 405. Local media started calling it “Carmageddon” and the name stuck, turning into a national news story as the rest of the country laughed at latte sipping LA and their traffic closures.

Traffic is a way of life in the city of angels but Carmageddon presented a bigger problem for me. Remember that apartment I told you about? Yeah, the only reasonable way to get to it and from it was through the 405. So rather than staying home during that fateful weekend, or taking alternate routes or crashing on a friends sofa, I did what any well to do person in my position would do: I booked a hotel room at one of the nicest hotels I could find, as far away from the 405 as I could get. Well, and still be in Beverly Hills.

The hotel name isn’t important but let’s just say that it has a “seasonal” appeal that can’t be beat. I had just checked in to one of the luxury suites and was getting into the elevator to head down to the bar for some pre-gaming before heading out to a OMG-WTF-traffic-is-terrible party (people in LA will make any excuse for a party) when someone yelled out “Hey, hold that for me!”

I put my hand out to keep the door from closing, hearing the click-click of heels on the tile floor as a woman rushed to get to the elevator door. I smelled her perfume first, an intoxicating scent of lilac and…well, something else (who knows what is in perfume these days?) before seeing a small, perfectly manicured hand land on top of mine for a moment as she reached the elevator. Like a scene out of some horribly cliched movie, the doors opened wide and there before me stood Kristen Bell.

She was much more styled up than when I had previously seen her in New York. Her long blond hair was pulled back behind her head and stylish, graceful pony tail. She wore a form fitting green dress that made her deep blue eyes seem electric. The dress went to her mid thigh, leaving a tasteful amount of leg showing before ending the outfit in a pair of 2 inch strappy heels with a small, shimmering rhinestone like flower that peeked out just over her toes. She looked beautiful.

“Thanks for holding that for me, I’m in such a…,” she said before noticing me. “…rush.

Kristen paused for a moment, thinking back and trying to put a name to a face. “Hey, your that phone repairman from New York,”

For my part, I stumbled over my words a bit, the sight and sound and smell of her hitting my senses all at once as I was caught unaware.

“Dur..uh,” I stammered. It wasn’t my most charming moment. “Yeah, that’s me hi how are you,” I said, stumbling over my words. Once again, Kristen had disarmed me.

“I’m fine,” she said, smiling. She reached into a clutch that I didn’t notice she was holding, designed by some famous fashion house. “And my phone is fine too,” she said, pulling out a brand new iPhone.

“Good to hear,” I said stupidly. What was wrong with me? We stood there awkwardly in the elevator for a moment before she looked at me with a slightly impatient look.

“Do you mind…” she said, motioning towards the panel of buttons in the elevator as she stood next to me.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” I replied, pushing the button for the lobby. The doors closed and the elevator jerked to life, moving down floor by floor.

“Funny meeting you like this,” I said as the elevator moved. “I had been meaning to call you and setup a,”

My words were interrupted as the elevator came to a stop after just a couple of floors. The doors opened and a large hispanic housekeeping woman, talking in a fast dialectic into her bluetooth headset shoved her cart onto the elevator between Kristen and I, oblivious to us and my weak attempt at conversation. The elevator doors closed again, the woman talking louder and more angrily now. Kristen giggled to herself at my attempt to talk being so rudely interrupted. The elevator continued a few more floors until reaching the lobby.

The housekeeping woman shoved her cart through as soon as the doors opened, making a bee line to the left and out of our way as I allowed Kristen to step off the elevator before me.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again,” she said to me with a dazzling smile as she turned to leave.

“Yeah, you too,” I mumbled under my breath. I watched her walk a few steps, hating myself for letting this chance to get to know her slip away again. I took a deep breath.

“Hey, Kristen?” I called out to her. She turned around, a hint of her perfume wafting back at me.

“Yes?” she replied.

“I don’t know where you are off to, but I’ve got a few minutes before I head out to a party myself, but I was wondering if you’d like to have a drink with me in the bar?” I said, motioning towards the bar at the end of the lobby.

She turned and looked at the bar, glanced down at her watch and then back at me. “Sure, why not. But I can’t stay too long, I’m meeting some people,” she replied with another dazzling smile.

Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked up to her. Not wanting to seem too forward, I walked by her side as we went over to the bar and – Kristen being who she was – got us a small table in the corner in no time. We each slid into opposite sides of the booth as a waiter came up to us to take our drink orders. I ordered a vodka tonic, Kristen a glass of Riesling and the waiter went off to fill the order, no doubt mentally adding Kristen to the list of stars he had served in his time at the bar.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation and backstory for both of us – hers about getting into acting so young, me relating to that with tales of my sister peppered in with my own story, the one drink slowly led to two more. As the alcohol flowed, we both became more and more relaxed. Kristen could really hold her own when it came to alcohol, seeming to have no hesitation in downing her wine. Me on the other hand, either through the strength of the vodka tonics or the slightly woozy feeling I got from Kristen whenever she smiled at me, was feeling quite punch-drunk.

“So you used to be a vegan?” I asked, the warm glow of the booze flushing my face. “Was that because of the trend at the time or something else?”

Kristen was reclining back against the seat, her arm out stretched. “No no, I’ve always loved animals and had a hard time not seeing, you know, my pets on that plate. Or at least the stuff that came out of them,”

“Stuff that came out of them?” I said, laughing.

“You know, milk and stuff,” Kristen said, giggling. “But it got to be too hard, I started to dream of cheese. Like, cheese fries, swiss cheese, all of the cheeses.”

“I don’t think that cheese fries are a cheese,” I said in reply.

“Hey, its a cheese PRODUCT at least,” Kristen said. “But I gave up the vegan part and stayed just a vegetarian. PETA gave me some award or something for that, I think,”

“PETA? The throw-red-paint-on-fur people?”

“Yeah, ‘World’s Sexiest Vegetarian’ or something like that,” Kristen said with that sly little smirk I was already starting to love.

“You definitely are a sexy vegetarian,” I said, my voice coming off a little too hoarsely than I had anticipated. Kristen met my eyes for a long moment as I realized I had been a little more forward than such casual conversation allowed.

There was another one of those damn awkward pauses before Kristen looked at her watch again. “Well, this has been fun. Really. But my friends are waiting so I better be going,”

I looked down at my own watch, not really even reading it but being polite. “Oh yeah, uh me too. My friends are umm…well, they are somewhere,”

I could hear myself slurring my words and realized that I had better shut up before I made a total ass of myself. Kristen stood to leave, tossing a $20 on the table.

“No, keep your money,” I said. “Consider it a refund on that broken phone,”

Kristen grinned at me, but left the bill there. “Leave it for the waiter. I saw him trying to scope me out all night, I might as well give him something since he didn’t get much of an eyeful,”

I stood up as well to walk her out, tossing my own part of the bill on the table. “Hey, maybe I’ll see you in another elevator sometime soon,” I said.

“Oh maybe, but I’m just staying here for the weekend till this traffic stuff goes away, so it may be some distant elevator somewhere else in LA land,” she said. I had hoped the night would end better than it had, but overall I really couldn’t complain. Still, my drunken, horny mind took one more stab at things.

“I don’t think I’ll get anywhere with you, I mean my friends, tonight, so I’m just going to go back up stairs. If you want a night cap later, head on over to my room and we can drink some really overpriced booze. Room 820,” I said.

“Thanks, but I have a feeling you’ll be sleeping things off before I get back,” she said. Stepping closer to me, she stood on her tip toes (even in the heels she could barely reach me) and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Have a good night,”

Turning, I watched her walk out of the bar and through the doors to the hotel doorman who was handling cab pickups. Finishing my drink and waiting till she was out of sight, I walked out of the bar and back to the elevators. As I rode up to my floor, I leaned against the wall of the elevator, still drunker than I first thought as I replied the evening in my head. Sure, I had missed out on a sure-to-be-lame party but at least I got an evening with “Veronica Mars” out of it instead.

I headed back into my room, turned on Sportscenter and promptly fell asleep on the bed, fully dressed. It wasn’t until later – much later, by the numbers on the bedside clock, that I heard a knock at the door. My head ached and my mouth was dry from all of the alcohol, but I stumbled to the door, running a hand through my hair as I approached it, the other hand wiping drool off the side of my face. I got the shock of my life when I opened it to see Kristen standing there, shoes in hand.

“So, I’m a little sweaty from dancing,” she said, her words slurred. She giggled, realizing this as she spoke. “And a little drunk. But my feet really hurt and the idea of waiting in an elevator just to get to my room sounds like the worst thing in the world. Can I come in and put my feet up on your bed?”

“I uhh..sure, its kind of a mess, I fell asleep after you left and,” I said but Kristen was already coming in, moving past me.

“Great, thanks,” she said. She walked into the room and flopped down onto the bed, putting her feet up on the bed exactly as she said she would. She made an exaggerated sigh of contentment.

“Ahhhh, much better!” she said.

I closed the door and stood there awkwardly in the entry way, looking at her. She still looked amazing, if a bit tired and sweaty as she said, her hair not as neat as before and her clothes a little mussed.

“So, what are we watching?” she asked, putting her arms behind her head. She wasn’t planning on moving, and that was perfectly ok with me.

“Oh, I just had some sports stuff on but you can change it to whatever you’d like,” I said. I moved to the edge of the bed and sat on the corner, trying to play it as cool as I could and not stare at Kristen, my still slightly buzzed mind amazed at the fact that Kristen Bell was in my bed.

Kristen picked up the remote and started flipping channels, not really paying attention to whatever was on as she went through. She stopped on the pay per view movie channels, watching the never ending series of trailers that played out.

“Let’s watch a movie!” she said. For someone who was more drunk than I first thought, she was surprisingly peppy and energetic.

“Su..sure, that’s cool,” I said. “But not one of those pay per view ones, they are too expensive,”

“I thought you were some rich phone repair guy to the stars?” Kristen said, teasing me. Her eyes glistened with playfulness.

“Well yeah, but they are like $15 a pop, plus the taxes,” I said, droning on. God, I sounded lame. Why was I quibbling with a movie star over some cheap hotel movie rental?

“Please, it’s my treat,” she said, pulling a $100 out of her clutch purse and tossing it at me. I leaned forward to catch it but clearly my reflexes weren’t the best and I had to struggle not to fall off of the bed.

Kristen laughed that great laugh of hers again. “Smooth one dude, way to impress a girl,”

“I didn’t know I was trying to impress you?” I said, half joking, half serious.

“You know, I knocked on a bunch of doors to find you?” Kristen said, ignoring my question. I knew there was an 8 in the room number so I just started on the 8th floor and kept knocking.

“I bet there were some annoyed people,” I said. It was now almost 3:00am, the clock next to Kristen read.

“Oh yeah, you have no idea. Some doors, no one answered. One guy, who didn’t speak any English, started yelling at me as he stood there in his tighty-whities. It was hilarious,”

“I’m glad that you only had to go through 20 doors to find me,” I said. “Or at least I hope it was only 20,”

“I dunno, I wasn’t counting,” Kristen said, staring at the TV and looking at the list of movies. “Hey, don’t be a creeper. Come sit up here on the bed,”

I moved to sit next to Kristen, propping myself up against the pillow, not positioning myself too closely to make her think that I was trying to make a move on her. She was flipping through the movies and genres, not really stopping on any.

“So what should we watch?” she asked, turning to look at me. I was only a few inches from her face now and her beauty was nearly overwhelming as I struggled to play it cool. If only Ken and the others could see me now – star struck and awkward.

“Well, you are clearly paying for it so you pick,” I said, holding up the $100 bill.

“Ok welllll…let’s watttcchhh…” she said, clicking through the different options as they cycled by on the screen. Kristen closed her eyes and then hit the ENTER button on the remote. “THIS ONE!”

I looked at the screen and my eyes bugged out a bit. Kristen had stopped in the porn section.

“Oh my god,” she said, giggling. “I swear I didn’t know that was going to happen. But ‘Dirty Little Sluts’ it is for us!” she said, pressing ENTER again and thus buying the movie.

My mouth was dry, shocked at what had just happened. Had Kristen Bell really just come into my room and ordered a porno?

The TV flashed a “Thank You For Your Purchase” message on the screen and suddenly the room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of two people fucking.

I sat transfixed to the bed as I watched awkwardly as the porn started to play, showing the highlights and cum shot teasers that accompany so many porns these days. Lots of different women, all with large tits and guys with big cocks were promised as the credits rolled by as the movie faded to black for a second and started into the first scene. Neither one of us said anything for a few very awkward minutes as the girl on screen teased the camera with very little clothes on – clothes that, of course, started to come off without hesitation. When the first actor walked in, there was no storyline, they just got right down to business, the guy sucking on the girls tits as she unfastened his belt, rubbing his cock through his jeans. My own prick was already rock hard in my pants, awkwardly tenting out as I moved my leg to try to hide the obvious arousal.

I stole a glance over at Kristen, who was just as interested in the porn as I was pretending to be. She had quieted down for sure, her eyes watching the screen as the guy dropped his pants and the girl promptly dropped to her knees.

“Woah,” Kristen said. “That thing has to be fake,”

“I think the only fake thing is that girls tits…er, her boobs, er uh…” I stammered.

“No way, guys do not have dicks that big,” Kristen said. “At least no one that I’ve been with. Is your dick that big phone man?”

And there it was. I knew that I couldn’t measure up to the guy in the porn (hey, that’s their job to have a big dick, right?) but clearly, Kristen was interested in finding out.

“Well, I don’t think it’s that big,” I said, almost in a hoarse whisper. “But you can check and find out if you don’t believe me,”

Kristen smiled that sly smile again and moved closer to me, so close that I could feel her breath against my cheek. “Maybe I will,” she said. “But the deal is off if you are wearing tighty-whities. I already saw those tonight,”

With that, Kristen’s hand moved to my thigh and I couldn’t help but jump a bit, as a reflex, as I felt her move it up towards my fly. I tried to focus on the movie on screen, the two actors now joined by a third guy, but clearly what was happening right next to me was far more interesting.

Kristen leaned in close to me and turned my head towards her with her free hand and promptly attacked my mouth. I wish I could say that it was a sweet and soft kiss, but it was anything but the sort – it was hungry and wet and hot and most importantly: horny. I met her kiss and within seconds our tongues were dancing in each others mouths as Kristen continued to rub the front of my pants, my dick now impossibly hard.

Instinct started to take over for me at this point as I rolled over towards Kristen, wrapping my arms around her and pushing her onto her back, her blonde hair splayed out all around her head as she giggled at my impromptu move, pulling my mouth down to hers again. I broke our kiss after a moment and undid my pants for her, bringing Kristen’s hand up to the front of my boxers.

“Does this measure up?” I said, regretting the line but not the moment, feeling like I was living in a cliche porn movie or online erotic story.

Kristen gave my cock a squeeze and I groaned “This, will definitely do,”

Freeing my dick from my boxers, Kristen held it in her small, hot hand as I sat straddling her. She moved herself up the bed and leaned forward, pushing her hair back behind her ears as her lips made contact with my cock. Kristen licked the underside, covering almost the entire length before coming back up to the head and sucking on it gently. I was in heaven, feeling Kristen Bell’s hot mouth wrapped around my prick. She started to move up and down on it, slowly at first as she got used to the length and then faster as she began to suck and lick it feverishly. I stood up a bit on the bed to give her a better angle and pushed down the rest of my pants and took off my shirt, standing there totally naked on the bed with my rock hard prick between the lips of one of the hottest blondes in Hollywood.

Kristen used her hand to cup and play with my balls as she sucked on it and I wrapped my hand gently around her hair, guiding her mouth up and down on my length as she enjoyed herself and the pleasure she was giving me. In the background, the movie was forgotten but the sounds of three people fucking were being drowned out by the sucking sound coming from Kristen’s lips. I felt myself tensing a bit and knew that I would blow my load in no time if I didn’t slow things down. With a guiding motion, I slowly pulled Kristen’s hot, wet little mouth from my cock and pushed her back a bit.

“Aw, I was having fun,” she playfully pouted.

“I was too, but I have to see those tits of yours,” I said. Kristen grinned at me and leaned back on the bed, pushing her breasts together with her hands. “These little things?”

“They are a perfect size,” I said, which was clearly the right thing as Kristen kept her same sly grin on and pulled the top of her dress down in one smooth motion. She was wearing a black bra underneath and moved her hand behind her back to release it, letting it fall loosely around her shoulders as she shrugged it off. Kristen cupped her breasts in her hands, hiding them from me.

“Are you SURE you want to see them?” she teased me, squeezing and kneading them in her hands.

“Yes,” I said. “I am sure,”

She moved her hands away and they really were perfect – there was a bit of a fading tan line around the edges of them from the beach, but her nipples were small and pink and perfect. Tiny little points, with a small areola that just begged to be sucked. I knelt back down on the bed, pressing Kristen down against the bed and lowered my mouth to first her left, then right breast, taking them all in my mouth as I sucked just as happily on them as she had done on my prick. Kristen moaned as my tongue danced over her nipples, the little buds hardening in my mouth as she breathed heavily in my ear.

I ran my hands all over her body, which was hot and sweaty from all of our action thus far, her hair flipping all around her head as she looked up to watch me suck on her breasts, her beautiful blue eyes filled with lust at my attention. I felt her hands move to the side of my head, holding onto my face as I slowed my pace, moving from one breast to the other, my free hand cupping and alternating between the two as I got her worked up and panting heavily.

We continued like this for a while, my body and cock throbbing with excitement as I relished every second and every inch of her body. After a bit, I slowly started to move my way down her chest, kissing and teasing her body as I moved to her waist, her green dress now bunched up just above her calves. I let my hand move further and slide between her legs, a move that Kristen welcomed as she parted them, allowing me to touch her panty covered sex.

She was wet and excited, her mound fully aroused as I cupped it gently in my hand, feeling the heat radiating out between her legs, rubbing the surface of her pussy back and forth. Kristen moaned in pleasure as she flopped back on the bed, my own head moving further and further south until I had her dress completely bunched up around her waist and her panties – tiny little paisley blue – now the only guard against my full attention on making her enjoy herself as much as I had so far. I brought my index finger to my mouth and licked it slowly, then lowered my hand to her panties, pushing them aside with my hand as I slid my finger in between her folds.

Kristen’s pussy was open and wet and she arched her back up as I entered her with my hand, pushing it in fully and then pulling it back out, fucking her slowly back and forth. I pushed her panties aside fully now and got a full view of her pussy. She had a sparse “landing strip” right above the entrance but nothing else, the lips and outer area fully shaved. It looked delicious, and I couldn’t resist lower my face to it and tasting.

She tasted sweet and salty at the same time, the sweat from her earlier dancing and the sweetness of her inner juices dancing on my tongue as I licked the outer edges of her cunt, my tongue probing deeper and deeper with every lick. Kristen had closed her legs tightly around my shoulders and had her hands in my hair, gripping it tightly.

“OH FUCK THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD!” Kristen moaned, her hips rolling as she held me in place, my tongue licking and tasting every inch of her and striving to get as much of juices as I could onto my tongue. She continued to moan and pant, screaming out unintelligible sounds as I licked her pussy. I can tell that Kristen is getting close to coming, as her moans get louder and louder.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn …..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …….ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Kristen moans as her climax hits, her pussy flooding my mouth with her cum, my tongue lapping it up. She continues to cum repeatedly from this as I continue to eat her out until, what has to be five or six full screaming orgasms later, she pushes my head away with shaky hands.

“No…no more…I can’t take it…I need you to fuck me!” she says, panting.

My cock has been aching to bury itself deep inside of her and without any hesitation at all, I move up on top of her and part her pussy with my fingers. She glances down for just a second before I shove myself deep inside of her velvety, wet pussy in a smooth, solid motion.

“Ahh,” Kristen and I both moan at the same time, her enjoying the fullness of my dick inside of her and me enjoying the tightness of her pussy. Her body looks so small beneath me and yet so womanly, her hips curving in just the right spot and the feel of her underneath me an amazing fit, our bodies joined together as one, my balls mashed against her ass as I hold myself deep inside of her. I hold myself there for a moment, both of us enjoying the feeling a bit longer before starting a rhythm in her, our bodies fucking in unison.

I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling it tightly around my fingers as I arch my hips at an angle, getting my cock in deep and fully into her pussy, Kristen’s hips pressing tightly against me as I fuck her. Pulling out almost all the way, she whimpers in frustration, losing the fullness that she had felt before for only a second before I give her what she wants – a complete a full fuck. We continue to fuck like this, Kristen coming again on my cock, her juices coating my balls as they seep out from her pussy, the sounds of our fucking now the only sound in the room, as the porn we had been watching what felt like minutes ago comes to an end.

Pulling out of her, I grab Kristen’s legs and pull her up on the bed. She gets the hint and crawls onto her hands and knees, spreading her legs slightly as I enter her from behind, the different sensation of her pussy even more amazing than before. I grab onto her hips and begin to fuck her in earnest, her head burrowed in the pillow below her, her face turned to the side as she pants, the headboard of the bed rocking against the wall. If the neighbors weren’t bothered by her before, they certainly would be now – Kristen is a screamer, moaning and screaming in pleasure seemingly from every stroke of my cock as I push in as deep as I can. She gasps at the depth to which her pussy is being stretched, her body tightening up for a moment before relaxing and enjoying the sensation.

“Please please please,” Kristen moans. “Cum for me. Cum deep inside of my pussy,”

“Cum inside of this pussy?” I pant, grabbing onto her hair from behind and pulling her head up, our animal instincts taking over as I rut deep inside of her, fucking her with abandon.

“Yes, cum inside of my hot, wet, tight little pussy,” Kristen says. “It’s your pussy, make it yours, fuck it nice and deep and hard, fill me up with your cum!”

I had been fighting the urge to cum this entire time, my forehead dripping with sweat onto Kristen’s glistening back, her soft, round ass parted for me as I take hold of it. I can feel my balls tightening up, ready to blow the biggest load I’ve ever spent in my life, just waiting for the last possible moment to release it.

That moment comes as I feel Kristen reach between her legs as I am deep inside of her, her small hand cupping my balls like she did while she blew me, only this time she is fondling them, enjoying the feeling of their heaviness in her hand, running her fingers over them. I can’t take it anymore and I feel that orgasmic tingle inside as my body overwhelms my own sense of control and I feel my cum shoot forth from my cock, deep inside of Kristen’s pussy, the throbbing almost painful as I bellow loudly in release, spewing rope after rope of hot seed inside of her.

“Oh god yes I can feel you coming oh yes yes yes yes I am going to come too ARRGGGGHHH!!” Kristen screams, feeling the hotness of my load splashing deep inside of her tight walls, the sounds of her pleasure coaxing even more cum from my balls.

Having spent all that I could, my balls relaxing from their tightness, I feel total exhaustion as I collapse on top of Kristen, pushing her to the bed, my cock still burrowed deep inside of her as I lay atop her, both of us panting with the full and complete feeling of release. I close my eyes, Kristen’s sweaty hair and cheek pressed against mine, our breathing almost in unison as we lay there. I can almost see stars dancing in front of my closed eyelids, the exhaustion and enjoyment of my orgasm almost making me woozy.

After what feels like hours, Kristen finally closes her legs, allowing my now spent cock to fall out of her pussy and into a puddle of our cum and juices that had formed on the bed beneath us. Kristen wriggles out from under me as I roll onto my back, and then drapes her leg over my own, the hotness of her sex still as strong as before, the heat radiating out of her body onto my own. We both have caught our breath but when I finally open my eyes, Kristen is looking at me, a lock of her blonde hair covering her left eye as she looks at me, with that same sly smile that made me weak at the knees.

“Wanna go again?” she says.

Kristen and I fucked, made love, and completely ravished each other for the next few hours. We had to stop ourselves for just a moment, Kristen balanced in a reverse cowgirl style on top of my cock to tell the maid to come back some other time, that we were busy. Over the remainder of the weekend, stopping only to take a couple of long, hot showers and eat room service, Kristen and I did everything that two people could do.

She woke me from a nap to say that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, which I had no objection to (it was tighter than her pussy by far, but loosened up after I quickly blew my load inside of it, the idea of fucking Kristen Bell in the ass just too much to take).

I surprised her after one of her showers by bending her over the side of the room’s only chair and fucking her from behind – in full view of the open window and the busy LA street below – both of us laughing between our moans of pleasure at the thrill of it all.

By the end of the weekend, both of us fully exhausted and her pussy raw and totally filled from all of my loads, we both knew that our weekend of bliss was coming to an end. The freeway mess had been cleared up which meant I could return home, and Kristen was due over seas to start filming a movie. As I checked out of the hotel, Kristen by my side, subtly rubbing her hand along my thigh as I talked distractedly to the man at the counter, we settled our bill and walked out to the street.

“So you have my number right?” I said to her. Even after the amazing weekend we had spent together, I still felt a bit awkward parting ways with her.

“Yep, saved in my phone,” she said with a smile. “Assuming someone doesn’t break it again,” she said with a wink.

I laughed at this as the doorman directed the hired car Kristen had called towards the pick up area. The driver got out of the car and took Kristen’s back, putting it in the trunk. She turned to face me, giving me a full and deep kiss on the lips, still having to stand on her tip toes to do it.

“Till another elevator brings us together again,” Kristen said with a flourish of her arm, pretending to bend at the waist.

“Indeed,” I said with a smile. Kristen returned the smile – one of the most genuine and real smiles I’ve ever seen from anyone in this industry.

I watched her get into the car and drive away, staring out into the street as she pulled away and out of sight.

I sighed to myself at how crazy life had been, how my friends would never believe this – let alone my sister – and held the same smile on my lips that I had reserved for Kristen.

Just then, I felt a vibration in my pocket as my phone buzzed. It was a text message.

I read the message, from a number that I had to think for a moment to remember but made me raise an eyebrow unconsciously in thought.

I typed out a reply, smiling to myself.

“Sounds great. I’ll be right there.”

THE END

[Viri]

Didn't know you wrote Christina Hendricks before. The PETA joke made me chuckle.