Published on C-S-S-A.com in 2004 by Tim Bisley.
Usual Disclaimers apply. This story is a work of complete fiction, with some true facts thrown in just for spice. Kirsten Dunst, to the best of my knowledge has indulged in none of the events written about here. You have to be over 18 to read this story. If you’re not, then I’ll find out and chase you down one-by one until you’ve all been forced to sit through Freddy Got Fingered twice.
Seriously, I owe a lot of thanks to two people for finally getting this story done. First up is Rich Wilson for lending his time and encouragement when reading this story for me. Second is my lovely flatmate, who suggested two ideas
that got me writing again when I had all but given up.
Feedback of any kind, good or bad, will possibly push me to repeat this experience with the next chapter, so please don’t hesitate to drop me a line at Tim_Bisley2002@hotmail.com.
Star Struck – The Biography of Rob Llewellyn – Chapter 1:Kirsten Dunst
I want to talk to you about my friend Rob Llewellyn. He’s the luckiest SOB that I know, but he’s such a good guy that I just about manage to resist the constant temptation I have to bludgeon him to death and steal his life in a very Mr Ripley-like way. My name’s Rhys Williams, not that you’ll have much need to remember it. I’m here purely to talk to you about the enviable life of Rob Llewellyn, the man you know as one of the most popular actors of our generation, but who I know is far more talented at chasing skirts than Oscars. If it wasn’t for the fact that a lot of the great stuff (and great sex) that has happened to me was as a result of knowing Rob, I really would hate the guy. Instead, I love him. He’s my best friend in the world and I’d never do anything to hurt him.
I wanted to get that point out of the way early, because once you get into this story you probably won’t believe me. I said I’d never do anything to hurt him, but I don’t think this book will hurt him and I think most of us would change our minds when offered a $10 million advance to write a harmless little expose. Anyway, I think that’s enough exposition, I’m sure you all want to hear the secrets behind the screen star. From now on, I’ll be like a silent witness to the events in Rob’s life, easy for me as I either was there, have seen the secret video or have had Rob describe the scene vividly over a few beers.
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All Rob’s life, he wanted to become a renowned actor and was convinced it would happen for him. That’s pretty much the most important fact to impart about him, it was his driving ambition and at times it made him quite ruthless. Unusual for him, because in all other matters, he was so laid-back, he was almost horizontal. He’s always been a great guy and a good laugh to be around, making him popular with just about everybody. You all know those handsome features well-enough by now. Six foot one tall, short brown hair, deep blue eyes and manly jaw. Not to mention that well-built body. Couple these looks with his genuine love of anything to do with acting and his very real talent as a thespian and you’re looking at a bona fide Hollywood star in the making right? Well, there were a few little obstacles in Rob’s way.
First of all was his place of birth. Rob and I were not attending Beverly Hills High or anything like that; we attended a rather run-of-the-mill school in rural South Wales, not an area renowned for Hollywood talent spotters. This did nothing to hamper Rob’s enthusiasm however as a path had already been blazed for him by actors of the quality of Richard Burton, Anthony Hopkins and, erm, Catherine Zeta Jones. With this kind of pedigree, it seems that our little area of the world can produce great actors and helped Rob believe that he could one day make his own mark in Hollywood.
The only other serious obstacles in Rob’s path were his parents and the lack of opportunities to act in his life. He overcame the latter problem by acting in every school play available, always trying to get the lead. He also went to as many auditions as his parents would take him to, including one to become the Milky Bar kid (He always swears blind he was the runner-up only because this other kid already wore the glasses required for the role. “Talentless hack, he’ll never amount to anything!” Rob’s fond of saying when he’s deep in his cups. Amazing how your childhood experiences stay with you no matter what you do in life). There were always more auditions than he could attend, mostly because his parents weren’t happy wasting their weekends doing 7 hour round trips to London. They both had good, solid office jobs and didn’t want their son throwing his life away trying to become an actor while working in bars and restaurants to pay the bills.
Rob was all set to leave school at 16 but was convinced to continue with his education when he realised that going through higher education would give him five years of financial support from his parents, the opportunity to move to London and plenty of spare time to act. Needless to say his final degree, which he earned at an anonymous London-based University, wasn’t quite of the highest standard. Not that I can talk, my three years there are a haze of beer, birds and bongs. In case you’re wondering, I wasn’t following Rob round like a lost puppy, I was following him everywhere because he was my best mate and I wanted to meet celebrities. Anyway, that’s enough of my life history for now; I want to get to the part of this story where exciting things happen. Basically, I want to start telling you all about the hot sex with Hollywood nymphets that you bought this book to learn about.
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Rob was now 24, two years removed from graduation and still living in London. His acting career was busy, if not exactly full of quality. Rob acted mainly in obscure London plays that attracted friends of the cast members and about 20 real paying audience members, and made some one-line appearances in terrible TV shows (most of them will make a young Russell Crowe’s appearance in the soap Neighbours seem Oscar quality).
Rob had signed on with a company that was not so much of a talent agency as a talent farm. Whenever they got a call for a role, they matched people up with the role based on whether they were for the right gender for the character, not if they had the required skills. This method of throwing as many actors at a role as possible seemed to pay off occasionally and some people made it big through this method. Rob endured many auditions this way and finally was one of the lucky few who hit pay-dirt.
Most of these casting calls were for TV shows, but with the increasing amount of feature films being made in the UK, Rob was occasionally sent to big-budget Hollywood productions and the competition between the wannabe-actors reached biting each others’ legs off levels. This was one of those occasions; a well-funded romantic comedy set at the famous Wimbledon tennis tournament called, imaginatively enough, Wimbledon. It had the added benefit of starring the object of many of Rob’s fantasies, Kirsten Dunst.
It was an interesting sounding film, Rob thought it possible that that it could become a break-out hit in the vein of Four Weddings or 10 Things I Hate About You and so was even more desperate than usual to get a part. They were casting for various male roles, mainly background scenery or male tennis players with only a handful of lines. Rob had some small hope of winning the role of a snobbish, vain player who took a liking to Kirsten’s character, a talented female tennis player. It was a showy little role that might just catch a few peoples’ eyes if played with the right note.
Rob waited in an obligatory featureless corridor along with hundreds of other hopefuls until his name was finally called. “Rob Llewellyn?” called the PA, looking around with a distinctly bored expression on his face. Rob stepped forward and he was ushered into a large conference room with two men and a woman sitting at a table. He was handed a script by the PA and told that he would be reading the part of the snobbish tennis player he so wanted to portray. Rob couldn’t have asked for a better stroke of luck, believing his constant rehearsals over the last few days had led to him nailing this character.
Rob adopted the arrogant strut and sneer that he had honed in the mirror over the past week and began speaking the lines in a foppish voice that he thought was perfect for the role.
“I see you’ll be partnering Manuel Chavas in the mixed doubles, Ms. Sullivan, I do believe you would have had more success accepting my generous offer to join…”
“Oh my God! It’s the man in the pink stockings!” This half-shout/half-scream echoed across the room as the woman at the table rose to her feet.
I should probably choose this moment to share some things with you, my dear readers. I assure you that your beloved Rob Llewellyn is no transvestite and while he find nothing wrong with those who enjoy wearing women’s clothing, he personally prefer to be taking a woman out of them. Why is this apparently sane woman shouting such a thing then? Well it has to do with an obscure play Rob’s been starring in that was written, produced and directed by friends of ours, the Rutledge brothers. If it was on in New York, it would be as Off-Off Broadway as you can imagine. A modern, nihilistic reworking of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island. With a transvestite Jim Horner in garters and pink stockings. Not as bad as it sounds I assure you. No, I take that back, it is as bad as it sounds.
Once the screaming lady, who turned out to be Beth Staunton; the lady in charge of casting for these parts, explained the situation to the others, Rob was allowed to carry on his audition. However, he was now uncomfortably aware of Beth’s eyes all over him, paying particular attention to the crotch and butt areas of his trousers. Rob finished his audition well enough and was told that he’d be contacted soon. Despite Rob’s honest desire to win roles on merit, he did harbour a guilty hope that Beth’s obvious attraction towards him would help improve his chances. If he got called back for a second audition, he decided that he would turn on the charm. Beth was a little plain, not the sort of woman Rob usually went for, but he really needed this break. He went to sleep that night full of hopes of landing his first film role.
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The news Rob received the next day was better than he expected. Beth’s assistant called and asked that he turn up at four promptly for a second audition. This was obviously the kind of news that put Rob in a pretty good mood and he decided to wear his tightest pair of trousers in an attempt to boost his chances further. He slapped on his best after-shave and planned the best way to get the role. He assumed by her looks that Beth was hardly going to be used to lots of attention from guys, so he decided that he’d come on strong and get the role, then back off later, fulfilling none of the hinted-at promises. Yes he was being an asshole, but he was young and he was desperate for this break.
When he arrived at the casting offices, located in Ealing, he was surprised to find the place almost deserted, barring a security guard who directed him towards Miss Staunton’s office. It was only now that he realised he was being called for a second audition on a Sunday, a puzzling fact that had previously been unable to register in his euphoria-filled mind. He stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then knocked.
“Who is it?” came the calm voice from inside.
“It’s Rob Llewellyn, the best actor in pink stockings the world has ever seen.”
“Come on in,” Rob strode into the room confidently, telling himself that this was it. Impress Beth here and celebrity beckoned, along with the all-important perks that went with it. Thinking these exciting thoughts, it took Rob a few seconds to register the woman sitting behind the desk. When he did, his jaw dropped most of the way to the floor.
“Be a dear and shut the door behind you,” Beth said calmly, prompting Rob to do as she asked. Her calm voice was somewhat at odds with her outfit. She sat with her feet propped up on her desk, her whip lightly tapping against her thigh-high leather boots. Above this Rob saw her fishnet stockings and crotch-less black leather panties. Sitting as she was with her legs slightly apart, he could see her pussy lips glistening slightly, looking as if the whip had already served one purpose today. From there up, she was wearing a leather bustier that covered her up to her neck, cut only to show her erect nipples. Her face was the ultimate revelation however, she had her hair tied back and she was transformed into a sexy, if stern, siren. Rob thought it was the most convincing transformation from plain Jane to sexy strumpet he’d ever seen, even more impressive than the one in She’s All That.
“Rob, I sense that you really, really hunger to make it as a film star.” Her smile was distinctly predatory in nature and Rob’s demeanour had swiftly changed from hunter to hunted. “I’m obviously in a position here to advance your career significantly, but I think you’re going to have to prove you really want it. Otherwise, you’ll be back treading the boards in your sexy pink stockings and I think we all know what a waste of talent that would be. I’m going to make it very easy for you to get what you want.” The way she spread her legs on the desk, separating her cunt lips ever so slightly, told Rob that she knew there was now at least two things that he wanted.
“What I require of you is that you follow all of my commands for the next few hours. I can guarantee that unless you prefer the company of men, most of the orders are going to be very pleasurable for you. I’ll give you a minute to think it over, as I’m sure your male pride is battling your desperation for this role.”
Her insight had merit, but it was a long way wide of the mark. Rob had come in here ready to seduce her if needed to get this role. Now he found himself involved in an inverted casting couch situation and was quite happy to send Beth on whatever kind of power trip she wanted. He pretended to hesitate though, guessing that part of Beth’s enjoyment of this game came from making him do something he would never normally do. All the while he was pretending to think, Beth was doing what she could to tempt him, running the handle of the whip up and down her pussy, every so often pushing the handle in a few inches. The show was definitely having an effect on Rob, the slowly-growing tent in his trousers causing a gleam to appear in Beth’s eyes.
Rob decided he had pretended for long enough and moved towards Beth, hands outstretched before him. He was brought up short by the whip being rapped against the knuckles of his left hand, causing a not inconsiderable amount of pain.
“Aaagghh!” Rob called out, “What was that for?”
“Rob, Rob, Rob.” Beth said in a chiding tone, as if she was speaking to a small child. “If you want the role, you have to take this seriously. You don’t do anything until I tell you and you do what I tell you to do without hesitation. If you follow these simple rules then I guarantee you the part. Agreed?”
“Agreed” Rob said without hesitating.
“Ok then. The first thing you’re going to do is come around this desk and eat my pussy better than you have for any woman before. You will also carry on until I tell you to stop.” Having said this Beth spread her legs wide and looked at Rob expectantly.
Rob dropped to his knees in front of her and began his work. He slipped his hand down onto her sparse bush and quickly found her clit. With one finger he stroked it expertly, quickly raising Beth’s arousal levels. She gripped the armrests so hard her knuckles were beginning to turn white and she ground her ass against the chair in time to Rob’s ministrations. Rob chose this moment to push his finger inside her, finding her not only warm, but also very tight. This combined with her quick arousal convinced Rob that she wasn’t as practised at this scenario as she appeared. He was actually worried that he might hurt her, but she quickly convinced him otherwise, pushing herself down onto his finger. She began to moan quietly and Rob decided it was time to show her even more pleasure.
Rob has often talked about how much he loves the taste of pussy and Beth was no exception to this. She tasted good and Rob’s tongue teased her expertly, plunging between her lips one second, flicking her clit the next. Beth gasped in pleasure and grabbed Rob’s head, pushing his face deeper into her pussy. He picked up the pace, licking at her lips faster and faster, lapping at her juices as they quickly began to flow. Beth’s breaths became shorter and quicker, leaving Rob convinced that she was about to come and come big. He chose this moment to pull away, rocking back on his heels.
It seemed to take Beth a few seconds to realise what had happened and when she did, her face showed more need than anger. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked. “Have you decided that you don’t want to be in this film all of a sudden?”
“Not at all” Rob replied calmly, the effect only slightly spoiled by the pussy juice spread all over his face. “I’ve just decided that the fun you’re having seems to be worth more than a little bit-part with just a few lines. I think a man of my… talents deserves a far more choice role. Now don’t go getting annoyed” he quickly cut off the protest that she was forming. “If you give me the role of the bartender in the player’s lounge, I’ll give you the best experience of your life.” He said this with such a look of seriousness on his face that it was impossible to do anything other than believe him. His reading if the script had convinced him this was the best supporting role available and he thought he saw a chance to get it.
“That’s out of the question Rob” Beth replied, quickly adding “but I’m sure we could give your part a few more lines, flesh him out a bit.”
“Sorry, not interested” Rob said, while getting to his feet and moving towards the door. His hand was on the handle when she called out again.
“Ok, you win.” Beth met his eyes and said “I’m not only doing this for the sex. Your performance on stage proved to me that you can act, but you better show me a hell of a good time or you can forget it!”
Rob took a look at the clock and said “How does at least three orgasms in the next ninety minutes sound to you?”
“That’ll get you the job” Beth replied “Now I think you were in the middle of something?”
“Indeed I was” Rob dropped back down between Beth’s knees and continued where he left off. It only took him a few minutes to get her back to the stage she was at before, at which point Rob backed off a bit and teased her, taking her to the brink of an orgasm and then throttling back. Finally he attacked her like a starving man, working her over until she climaxed violently. Her hands gripped Rob’s hair almost painfully as she bucked her hips and came all over his face, Rob happily lapping away at it.
Rob gave her a moment to recover, taking the time to slip his shirt over his head and drop his trousers to the floor. Once she had recovered, Beth took the time to admire his physique, fit without being overly muscular and with what looked to be a pretty decent package behind his boxers.
“If you can get me ready, we can start working on orgasm number two” Rob said with an arched eyebrow. It was Beth’s turn to drop to her knees, leather boots and all, as she quickly pulled Rob’s underwear down, revealing his semi-erect cock. She slowly lowered her mouth over it, taking only a few seconds to engulf it completely. Her hot breath brought Rob’s soldier (he was definitely getting a promotion after this) to full attention pretty quickly, at which point Beth pulled back to leave only the head in her mouth. After bobbing her head on it a couple of times, she removed her mouth, choosing instead to jack his cock while her other hand was busy between her legs. She continued like this for a little while, before dropping her head back onto his shaft, using her tongue to good effect. Her mouth went further, opening wide, and Rob felt her tongue slide down the underside of his cock all the way down to his balls. The tip reached the back of her mouth, pressing slightly against her. She pulled back, taking only the head, sucking and slurping as Rob’s pre-cum mixed with her saliva. Her jerking continued, regular and gentle until Rob told her to jump up on the desk.
Beth complied, lying back on the desk, legs spread wide. Rob stood in front of her, his cock fully erect, pointing up at the sky. “Please fuck me,” she said, “fuck me now and fuck me hard.” Rob gripped his shaft and ran it up and down her pussy, causing her to moan in anticipation. She slid down the desk, trying to get Rob’s cock inside her. Rob knew that her blowjob had got him pretty close to shooting his load, so he leaned forward and pushed his cock into her. It slid in slowly, feeling pressure and warmth from both sides. Beth wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in until Rob was completely filling her up. They moved as one for the next few minutes, pushing and thrusting their pelvises together.
Rob’s hands occupied themselves with her nipples, while Beth grasped the desk for leverage, pumping almost as hard as Rob was. Her back arched as her pleasure grew and Rob felt himself getting close. He felt the familiar feeling rising in his balls and was then shooting inside her. As his cock spurted inside her, Beth cried out “I can feel your cock shooting, it’s making me come.” She held her back in the arch, crying with pleasure through closed eyes. Her pussy contracted and released Rob’s cock time and again as she reached her peak. As the last spasms of his orgasm ran their course, Beth slumped back on the desk, limp and spent. As she did that Rob’s cock fell out of her pussy, also spent. Rob stepped back and feeling a chair behind him, sat down heavily.
Rob took a moment to catch his breath and then announced “Well I’ve got plenty of time to make it to orgasm number three.” Beth raised her head and looked at him, she looked wiped out already but also eager for more. “Just you let me know when you’re ready to go again” she said and slumped back. Within a minute or so, she felt a pressure between her legs and looked down, shocked to see that Rob had a full erection already and seemed determined to pass his target early. Beth just lay her head back down on the desk and enjoyed the ride.
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Well, I think you’ve guessed by now that Rob gave Beth another orgasm and won the part. Well, you’re wrong. He got her to five orgasms in the end and probably could have got the lead had he asked. He was happy enough with his role though. It was a great part, a sage-like bartender who would spend most of the film advising Kirsten’s character on her tennis and her love life. Written with just the right amount of English sarcasm to hopefully appeal to viewers on both sides of the Atlantic, it was a role that Rob knew would catch people’s attention. He was really a bit young for the role, but he knew he could play it more like a big brother than a father figure. Explaining any problems with that to the director was Beth’s problem, not his. After the blowjob she had given him, he thought he knew just how she would convince him to see her point of view. He made sure to sign the contract before leaving Beth’s office and now had to wait a few weeks before the whole crew would arrive in Ealing Studios to begin filming.
A funny side note to all this. Rob was really proud of the way he had turned Beth from stern Mistress to almost begging for his cock and he commented that it would take a far more intimidating woman than that to dominate him. I just want you to remember that sentiment when I tell you about some of Rob’s later experiences.
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Rob walked out of the front door of our flat, looking happier than I had ever seen him before. This was hardly surprising; he was going to get to meet Kirsten Dunst, an event guaranteed to put a smile on any red-blooded man’s face.
Beth had been round a few times in the last three weeks, wanting more of the same treatment from Rob, saying the work she had to put in with the director to keep Rob in the part meant a few more orgasms was the least she deserved. Rob had very reluctantly complied with her wishes, the length of time I was kept awake by the noise was testament to just how unhappy he was with this state of affairs. To be honest, Rob seemed very fond of Beth now, she was a nice girl and despite his almost arrogant attitude to people, Rob made friends quickly. Once you were considered a friend, Rob would do anything for you, a side of his character that I have been grateful for more than once.
Filming had been going on for Wimbledon for a couple of days now, but Rob had not been needed until now. Most of the scenes filmed had featured the principals, notably Paul Bettany and Kirsten herself. They got to stay at the hippest hotel in London, The Forum, located in Shaftesbury Avenue. One of the conditions of Rob getting to keep this part was that he stayed in his flat and had to pay for his own travel. This was a film being made on a tight budget, which probably worked in Rob’s favour, as this role would never have been given to such an unknown in a big Hollywood production, no matter how the Casting Director felt about it.
Rob’s first scene was arguably his most important, when Kirsten first comes to the player’s lounge and gets into a conversation with the barman. This would establish the relationship and there needed to be a degree of chemistry there, or the audience wouldn’t buy into the friendship that develops between the characters.
Rob decided to take the tube partway there and then get out and walk. The journey from our bohemian flat in Camden to the Studios was too far a distance to walk all the way, plus being on the tube he could gaze on what remained of Wembley Stadium and think happy thoughts about Cardiff. Rob hopped off the tube one stop before his destination, thinking a stroll through London’s historical streets would be a pleasant way of clearing his head. The walk was a more pleasant one of late, seeing as a new transport scheme had massively cut the amount of London traffic. At times Rob could almost believe that everyone had died from some plague, the streets were so quiet. It would have been great preparation were he starring in a 28 Days Later type of film, but the brisk London air was a good enough pick-me-up.
By the time he arrived at Ealing Studios however, he was beginning to regret the decision to take the long way round. Not because of the pigeons or anything, he’d been able to avoid their dive-bombing tactics with practised Londoner ease. It was more that his sense of excitement at the day ahead had been fighting a losing battle with an ever-increasing sense of nervousness. This wasn’t a problem Rob had faced before, his self-confidence and belief in his own acting ability had always been enough to cancel out any nerves. This however was a Hollywood production and he was going to be starring with a young actress who he’d always admired. He began to wonder if his limited experience had prepared him well enough for this day.
By the time Rob was escorted to the broom cupboard that was his dressing room by a harassed-looking PA, he was a complete bundle of nerves. He had some time to kill before going to the wardrobe department to be fitted and he paced nervously, the possible calming effect of which was negated by having to stop and turn around after every three steps. Within a few minutes the door opened and Beth stepped in.
“Hi Rob” Beth said brightly. “I see you weren’t too exhausted after last night to make it here. I almost didn’t make it myself.”
“I had no problems getting here, but I’m a little bit nervous now” Rob confided. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I mean, maybe I’m not good enough to be in this thing.”
“Look Rob, do you want me to calm you down and reassure you that you have what it takes?” Beth asked not unsympathetically. Rob nodded his agreement, which prompted Beth to drop to her knees and unzip his pants.
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An hour later Rob had been fitted with his bartender’s outfit and rushed through make-up. Now he found himself on the set for the bar, which was being set up for his first scene. Feeling notably more relaxed now, Rob dropped into a bar stool and began going over his script, trying to become more relaxed with his environment. He’d been in enough bars, both drinking and working, to be comfortable in any kind of watering hole, but this was a bit classier than he was used to around Camden way.
Within a few minutes, the director came up and introduced himself. He was a veteran of the London theatre circuit named Hank Quinlan and he had decided to try his hand at directing movies before he was too old. The success of Sam Mendes in Hollywood had opened plenty of doors for people like Hank to make their mark. Rob got on with him immediately, as both were theatre buffs, knowing something about just about every show ever put on in London’s West End. I won’t bore you with their lengthy conversation, the important part of this is that as the conversation wound up and Hank moved on to meet other people on set, a vision of loveliness came round the corner onto the set.
Kirsten Dunst looked incredible in the flesh, her flowing blonde hair tied back behind her head, a friendly smile on her face as she approached Rob. She was petite, a lot shorter than Rob and she looked like she weighed no more than a feather. Her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle at Rob, who quickly found himself lost in them. He was so absorbed with her eyes, in fact, that he totally missed the fact she had said something to him and was now beginning to look perplexed at the lack of a response.
“Huh?” Rob said in a daze, then cursed himself that these were his first words to this woman who he felt so attracted to.
“I asked if you were my bartender and what was good here?” Kirsten replied with a wry smile on her face as she sized Rob up. It seems that Kirsten was used to men becoming tongue-tied wrecks when she met them and she waited patiently for a response.
“Y… yeah, I’m Rob Llewellyn. I’m playing the bartender Nathan.” Rob had finally found his tongue and was now determined to impress Kirsten with his eloquence. “I’m a huge fan Miss Dunst, I loved you in The Virgin Suicides and Drop Dead Gorgeous, while I thought Bring It On was the funniest film I’d seen in ages…”
Rob prattled on, unfortunately turning from tongue-tied to overbearing, with every word out of his mouth lavishly praising Kirsten and her acting ability. Kirsten obviously had some experience of this behaviour too, smiling occasionally and then getting away from Rob as soon as possible. Rob stared after her as she went over to talk to Hank and couldn’t believe he’d made such a bad first impression on his co-star. His amorous thoughts had quickly become prayers that she didn’t request that he get thrown off the film for being nothing more than a star-struck wannabe.
With these alarming thoughts running through his mind, Hank’s cry for everyone to get ready for the first take did not inspire anticipation in Rob, instead raising his anxiety levels even further.
Rob had been told by one of the producers that Hank didn’t bother with rehearsals, believing that his cast should already know their parts well enough to start filming straight away. Rob was relieved that he’d already memorised his part and was confident that he could improvise his movement as well as anyone else here.
As he thought about it, he decided that this was a chance to reverse Kirsten’s opinion of him. He walked over to Kirsten and cleared his throat. Kirsten looked up from her script and smiled slightly, waiting for Rob to say something.
“Miss Dunst, I was wondering if you’d like to go over the scene with me? I’m used to the theatre, so going with no rehearsals has me worrying that I’m going to walk to the wrong place and wreck the take.”
Kirsten got up off her seat, script in hand. “Sure, if you do me one favour.”
“What’s that?”
“Call me Kirsten” She smiled warmly at him as she said this and Rob felt a rush of pleasure course through him. They began rehearsing the scene together, with Rob standing behind the bar and listening to Kirsten’s character pouring out her woes, before offering some sage advice. Kirsten remarked to him that she wasn’t used to this, with most directors doing numerous takes, letting the actors try different techniques, then concentrating on the one that worked best for him. Rob explained that he’d probably get used to that in time, but was stuck in the theatre mindset that one simple mistake could ruin the scene for the audience.
By the time Hank announced they were ready to shoot the first take, Rob was confident that he had overcome Kirsten’s first impression of him. They worked effortlessly together through the scene and both agreed that the fourth take nailed it perfectly, with their rapport steadily growing. Hank agreed and jut like that, Rob’s first ever movie scene was in the can.
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Not a huge amount happened the next few days, apart from the inevitable filming. As I’m as anxious to get to the sex as you are, I’ll fill you in on the highlights only. Rob met the rest of the cast and crew, including Paul Bettany, who he was pleasantly surprised to get on really well with. Paul was a level-headed Londoner with a razor-sharp sense of humour, traits that Rob appreciated in a co-star, especially when filming dragged on into the late hours.
Rob also became friends with Kirsten, with them now able to laugh about their first meeting. Despite their easy friendship, Rob found her frustratingly difficult to get close to. Kirsten was always amiable and had a sunny disposition, but she had barriers in place that made it almost impossible to really get to know her. Paul and Rob worked at drawing her out, but neither was able to get her to fully relax. So, in a last desperate attempt, they drew up The Plan.
It sounds like it should be a very high-tech and convoluted set-up, with many elements coming together to finally get Kirsten to show her true colours, but it was actually very simple. They went with a maxim that had been many a man’s strongest weapon over the years – get her pissed. A Saturday evening sojourn to one of Rob’s many haunts in Camden would be subtlety transformed into a full-on piss-up for many of the cast and crew. In this atmosphere of rowdy revelry, it would be impossible for Kirsten to stay sober.
Rob decided that the venue for this occasion should be The Squid and Mashed Potato, one of his favourite watering holes. Hank was happy enough with the way everything was going to let them wrap up early on the Saturday and take the Sunday off. Rob knew that Kirsten would probably make her excuses, so he and Paul devised a plan to ensure her presence. Posters were put up around the studio, advertising the night out and claiming that Kirsten would be judging who had the best singing voice and who could down pints the fastest, stuff like that. Juvenile stuff, but it ensured that Kirsten had to be there or risk disappointing everyone. She took it well, knowing full well that who was behind it. We’ll join the revelry at about Midnight, with everyone pretty hammered.
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Paul and Rob were unsurprisingly the ringleaders, spending most of their time ordering more drinks from the hard-working bar staff. The thirsty crew had already polished off the pub’s supply of Jack and were making a good dent in their supplies of just about everything. A local band provided the entertainment, playing a good mix of covers and original music that went down well. Rob was especially happy to see Kirsten singing along enthusiastically to some great covers, showing some excellent taste in music. Not that he expected anything less from a woman of her class, but he was still surprised when she went wild for Blitzkrieg Bop.
While the band took a break, cast and crew were encouraged to try the karaoke that Kirsten was supposed to be judging. Their efforts ranged from almost professional quality all the way down to some that were pretty awful. One particular rendition of ‘Killing Me Softly’ by a young PA was so bad that it inspired an unexpected response from Kirsten.
“I’m going up there and showing them all how it’s done” she stated defiantly. Paul and Rob looked at each other with alarm all over our faces, trying to work out what to do about this. Those of you who have heard Kirsten sing in films like Get Over It may be wondering what their problem was. To put it bluntly, I don’t think Kirsten filmed that scene in Get Over It after a succession of potent cocktails, plus God knows how many tequila slammers. She was pretty smashed and this didn’t look likely to end well.
“You’re judging the contest, you can’t sing as well.” Rob tried “That would invalidate the sanctity of this competition.”
“You’re too pissed to sing” was Paul’s rather less subtle comment.
“Too pissed?” Kirsten asked indignantly. “I’ll show you Bettany. I have a great singing voice in any condition and intend to prove it.” Her statement and stately march to the stage was only slightly damaged by the fact she bumped into at least five people – who received profuse apologies – and almost tripped over twice. Once she finally made it to the stage, she selected her song quickly and turned to face her audience, most of whom had abandoned conversations to listen to a Hollywood star belt out a song for their benefit.
Damn were they disappointed. Kirsten’s rendition of ‘I Will Survive’ was more than a little hampered by her inebriated state. She was having more than a little trouble hitting the right notes and Rob found himself thinking about how a kitten would sound while being dunked in water. The crew looked at each other uncomfortably, trying to look like they were enjoying the singing. A few of the more sycophantic types cheered Kirsten on loudly, but even most of them had the decency to look embarrassed. Mercifully the song didn’t last forever and everyone managed to produce some decent applause at the end, leaving Kirsten apparently unaware of the poor quality of her performance.
The band took their chance to get back on stage and the rest of us got back to the important pursuit of destroying our livers with strong alcohol. Rob had the singular pleasure of dancing with Kirsten, getting pretty close as they needed to lean on each other to stay upright. It was way into the morning by now and even the patient bar staff were beginning to look dead on their feet, a lot of the crew having gone already. When Rob looked around, he realised that Paul and most of the others he knew were already gone.
“Kirsten, time to get you back to your hotel” he said, half-carrying her off the dance floor. His only response was a tired nod of the head and a mumbled assent. A bartender called them a cab and minutes later Rob was heading in the direction of Shaftesbury Avenue with Kirsten leaning on his shoulder, seemingly asleep. It wasn’t a totally unpleasant experience for Rob, especially seeing as he had a pretty good view of her cleavage at that angle. He forced himself to look away before he found himself suffering from ‘busy hands’.
The trip across London culminated at The Forum, a hotel which screamed ‘young, trendy and extremely hip’. Kirsten had sobered up somewhat and was able to direct them to her room, past the concierge who tipped his cap at them politely. Rob reflected that they probably thought Kirsten was taking some random bloke up to her room for a one-night stand. He could live with that assumption.
Kirsten was unsurprisingly staying in a penthouse suite, which was bigger than the apartment Rob and I shared. Looking at the size of the TV in the lounge area, Rob decided that he would not be surprised to find that the room had its own satellite.
“So, what do you want to drink?” Kirsten’s voice sounded muffled to Rob and when he turned around he found out why. She was bending over to peer into her appropriately huge mini-bar, which gave Rob an excellent view of her tight trousers moulded to her ass. It looked perfect to Rob and he wanted nothing more than to go over and pull those trousers off her, but he somehow restrained himself. Nothing could restrain his hard-on however, and he quickly sat down before Kirsten turned around and noticed his full-mast salute.
“Are you sure you should be drinking more?”
“I’ve got my second wind and I want to make the most of having the day off tomorrow.” Kirsten replied as she walked over and handed Rob a beer from the fridge. She sat next to him on the couch with a pretty strong-looking cocktail in her hands.
“So what made you decide to get into acting Rob?”
“I guess it’s because I’ve loved movies since I was a child and I wanted to be a part of that world. I love the idea of some kid years from now watching one of my movies and loving it as much as I did the movies I saw when I was a kid.”
“So it wouldn’t have anything to do with being famous, earning lots of money and having millions of women the world over lusting for you then?”
Rob was startled at first, but relaxed when he saw the grin on Kirsten’s face. “Well, those factors may have had a little bit to do with it. How about you?”
“Pretty much the same as you. I love movies and acting is just such a joy for me, a real release from any stress I’m feeling in my life. I couldn’t imagine anything I’d rather be doing and as long as there are good roles for women, I’ll keep on doing it.”
“Well looking at the roles women like Meryl Streep and Drew Barrymore are still getting, you should have no worries with your talent.”
Kirsten smiled widely at that, he found out later it was probably because those were two of Kirsten’s favourite actresses. They carried on chatting for a while about their respective lives and Rob was amused to discover that everyone called her Kiki because she was unable to pronounce Kirsten when she was young. The conversation and booze continued to flow until Rob was in the middle of describing a disastrous date he had once had…
“…so this girl is the quietest person you could ever meet. You can hardly get two words out of her in one sentence, but there were two things that made it worthwhile trying. She was beautiful and her ex-boyfriend had let it slip that not only was she a lovely person once she was comfortable with you, she was also wild in bed. So I’m buying drinks, talking about myself, asking her questions and trying to draw her out, but am getting nowhere. Out of desperation I ask her if she has any pets. The next thing I know I can’t get a word in edgeways, she’s going on about her cats and we’re getting on like a house on fire. We stayed out so late talking, then the next day when I go round to her place, she’s all silence again. I was totally confused with this and left feeling hurt, thinking I wouldn’t bother going back. It’s only months later that I find out the problem was…”
Rob was suddenly cut off by Kirsten pushing her lips against his mid-sentence. He was pushed back into the couch by her advance and found himself responding instinctively to her kiss. This was the closest that Rob had been to her physically. He could smell the perfume she was wearing, feel her hair as it brushed his cheek, her breasts as they pressed into his shirt. Without thinking Rob her into his arms, pulling her closer. They remained locked together on the couch for a time, with Rob’s hand drifting up to caress the side of Kirsten’s breast. Her hand reached down to his trousers, quickly finding the zipper and starting to pull it down.
Rob was in heaven, his brain hadn’t yet had time to analyse what the ramifications of getting it on with an inebriated Kirsten would be. His cock jumped when her hand reached inside his boxers and caressed him gently. He reached for her top and was about to start lifting it off her body, when suddenly her lips broke contact with his, her hand following and she slid down until she was flat out on the couch.
It’s fair to say that Rob was disappointed by this turn of events. Yet, while he sat there looking at the passed-out Kirsten, a sense of relief began to form. He realised that as much as he wanted her, a drunken one-night stand may not have helped their burgeoning relationship. As quickly and gently as possible, he tidied himself up, then carried Kirsten to the bedroom of the suite. He chose to leave her clothes on, not trusting himself to undress her, removing only her shoes and then tucking her into bed.
He stopped at the door and looked back at her, part of him disbelieving that he was about to walk out without at least looking at her tits. Thankfully, this was a relatively small part of him. As he looked at her sleeping form, he reflected on the feelings he was developing for her. He had always lusted after her, but now his thoughts were becoming more serious. He’d probably attribute it to some type of pheromone, some biological explanation for why he’s drawn to her in the way that he was. Rob knows it’s something much more than her statuesque good looks–something beyond the flowing mane of blonde hair, her hard young figure, or those gorgeous blue eyes that seem to penetrate right through him. It’s something deeper: something that reaches inside his very being and absolutely captivates his imagination.
With a sigh, he forced his feelings down and left the suite, being sure to put the Do Not Disturb sign in place. Rob told me all about what happened when he got back to our place (I was still up at that time in the morning, probably because I had no life back then) and I reassured him that she would be happy that he acted like a gentleman towards her.
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Well, I kind of misread that situation. Rob didn’t hear from Kirsten on the Sunday, but Monday on set was a difficult day for him. He noticed straightaway that Kirsten couldn’t meet his eyes and his heart dropped. He knew he couldn’t say anything to her on the set, but was frustrated to find that she was retiring to her trailer when she wasn’t involved in a scene. She even ate her lunch in her trailer and Rob despaired of being able to clear the air between them. He was too proud to go crawling to her to find out what the problem was. This continued for the next few days of filming, but I won’t describe them in any detail as they’re far too depressing. Finally, as filming was wrapping up for the day on the Thursday, Rob decided he was going to sort this out whether Kirsten wanted to or not. He knew she could easily get him thrown off the film, but he surprised himself by realising that was of secondary importance to him.
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Kirsten’s mouth was open and a shout was forming on her lips when she realised it was Rob who had just walked into her trailer unannounced. Just because she wasn’t going to shout didn’t make things any better though.
“Could you please leave Rob?” She turned away from Rob and back to her desk as she said this. She was wearing a bathrobe and looked as if she was about to get dressed before heading back to the hotel for the night. “Please remember to knock before you barge in next time.”
“Oh come on Kiki, can’t we just forget about that night? We were both drunk and we fooled around a little. Nothing for either of us to be ashamed of and certainly not reason for you to avoid me like we have been!”
“Easy for you to say. It wasn’t you making a complete fool of yourself by throwing yourself at someone and then passing out. Not to mention waking up the next morning and remembering what you did the night before.
“Kiki…” Rob tried to console her but she cut him off.
“But the worst thing of all Rob, was waking up all alone like that, with nothing to tell me where you had gone and realising I had been rejected by someone I really cared about.” It was only as she said this that Rob realised Kirsten was crying quietly as she spoke.
“It wasn’t like that at all I promise you. I really care for you Kiki and of course I wanted something to happen between us, but I was feeling bad about it even before you passed out. I didn’t want us to get together while we were drunk and then maybe regret it afterwards. When you passed out I decided the best thing I could do was put you to bed and leave. I thought you may be embarrassed, not to mention hung-over, the next morning when you woke up and saw me there.”
“So, it’s not that you didn’t want me then?”
“Kiki, are you nuts? I’ve wanted to be with you almost from the moment I saw you, but I never thought you wanted to be anything more than friends. I’d half-convinced myself that was good enough for me, but now I’m sure that I want more than that.”
Kirsten smiled at this and they both seemed to relax somewhat. Kirsten invited him to sit down and the conversation began to flow again as the awkwardness faded away. They even managed to start joking about all the alcohol they’d put away, when the subject of the karaoke came up.
“I don’t even remember singing, but people keep saying they really enjoyed it and hope I’ll do it again soon… why are you laughing?”
Rob just couldn’t hold the laughter back and it came spilling out of him. “I’m sorry Kiki, but you were pretty drunk by then and your singing was just bad. I know you’ve got a good voice but you were just too far gone to be able to perform at your best. It actually made me think of the sound that a cat would make if…”
For the second time in a week, Rob found himself cut off by Kirsten’s soft lips pressing against his. This time he was able to relax into the kiss far more and found himself eagerly responding, kissing her back almost feverishly.
When they finally broke the kiss, Rob was able to ask why she did that.
He was greeted by a warm smile from Kirsten that just made her look even more adorable to him. “I love the fact that you have no problems telling me I sucked. No-one I know apart from my oldest friends would just tell me straight out I was terrible at something, certainly not a co-star getting his big break. I think that’s one of the reasons I’ve found myself feeling the way I do about you. So, do you have any reservations about us continuing where we left off in my hotel room?”
Rob could just shake his head as Kirsten stood up and undid her robe. Underneath she was wearing only a small bra and panties set, which framed her lithe body perfectly. He was beginning to get more comfortable with the situation and some of his natural confidence was returning.
“So no little tennis outfit for me to peel you out of then?” His tone was one of mock petulance and an exaggerated sulk appeared on his face.
“Maybe next time,” Kirsten laughed back. “This time you’ll have to be satisfied with just little old me. Is that enough for you?”
“Oh, I think I’ll be able to make do.”
“Good boy” Kirsten smiled as she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were sensational. Not particularly large, but firm, with thick, puffy nipples that were in pink contrast to the milky white skin previously hidden from view. Rob reflected that her wet t-shirt look in Spiderman hadn’t done her justice, they were that spectacular. Her panties joined her bra on the floor and Rob took his chance to gaze at her naked body. She looked amazing, flawless from her beautiful face all the way down to the thin strip between her legs.
She dropped to her knees between Rob’s legs and starting pulling his trousers off. He was obviously as hard as he’d ever been and Kirsten quickly pulled his boxers off him to get at his stiff cock. It stood up proudly and Rob could tell that Kirsten was impressed by his size.
Her hand started to stroke Rob, caressing him into an even higher state of arousal. His hands inched outward, running through her long blonde hair, giving way to the moment as he stared downward, pulling her mouth closer to his growing erection. Then all he could feel for a second was her breath on the head of it. She looked up at Rob and smiled, slowly teasing her lips around the head before enveloping him with the warmth of her sweet, wet mouth. She began to stroke at the same time. Her mouth was busy licking and circling the head. She pulled it into her mouth as she worked her fist up and down near the base.
Rob grabbed the edge of the chair for support, his hips gently rocking with her movements as she started to suck. So many times Rob had imagined how it would feel to fuck her mouth and now he was experiencing every detail. He stared down at her as she sucked his cock, all the way in until her nose brushed against his thighs, then all the way back until his knees were weak.
Unable to take anymore, Rob raised Kirsten forcibly to face him, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her passionately. Again, it was a kiss that he had imagined so many times before. They made love with their mouths, combing and biting, sucking and exploring. His hands traced up and over her breasts, circling her nipples until she let out a moan of pleasure at this treatment. She then stood up, while Rob remained seated.
Kirsten pressed her pussy toward Rob’s face and reached her right hand down to run her fingers over its smoothness. She must have shaved it that day it was so smooth. He brought his face to it and kissed the outside of her lips. She grasped the back of Rob’s head and pulled his hair. He ran his tongue up and over her labia, careful not to part them. She let out a quick breath and Rob reached his hands around to steady her. Grasping her ass in both hands he slid his tongue up between her pussy lips and discovered it tasted good. Her pussy at this point was literally dripping and he began to lick up her juices. He carefully kissed each of her pussy lips and pulled them each into his mouth separately running his tongue all over them. He worked his way up to her clit and gently flicked it with her tongue and then pushed it softly from side to side with the end of his tongue. It didn’t take very long before Kirsten moaned loudly and collapsed into Rob’s lap.
“Hmmmm… you know how to do that really well. Will you fuck me now?” she asked. Her legs were straddling Rob and he could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy against his dick. He leaned backward, leaving her atop him. “You like it this way huh,” she asked referring to her being on top. She reached between his legs and took hold of his cock. She slid it back and forth between her legs, rubbing his head against her swollen pussy lips. And then, in one fluid motion, he was inside her. He saw her bite her lower lip and reach her hands up rub her breasts. She began to grind against him. At that moment it was only Kirsten and Rob in the whole world. She brought her hands down onto his chest to steady herself and began to ride him very hard. He could feel his balls moving around between his legs as he thrust up into her. They both started to moan and grunt as they fucked wildly.
They looked into each other’s eyes and both smiled at the same time. Her breasts were bouncing all over. Then Rob could feel it. Her pussy tightening around him. She moaned very loudly and then began to really grind her hips back and forth and around in circles. Rob could tell she was on the verge of orgasming. And then she did. Her body tensed and her eyes slammed shut. Her pussy spasmed and she came, grinding the wetness of her pussy against his pubic bone. The next few minutes they lay in each others arms, Rob giving her time to recover before carrying on.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Rob said while motioning towards the bed.
“I like the way you think,” Kirsten smiled. She got into the position and Rob moved in behind and slid easily inside her. The sweat from their love-making was running down his face and dripping on her back. Her hair was in sweet disarray. Rob began to fuck her again. Her breasts swinging wildly, Rob reached his free hand to squeeze her left breast. She was slamming back into him and grunting and moaning with each thrust. Rob could sense she was going to cum again and then he started to feel that undeniable sensation in his balls. Rising up, sliding through his rock hard dick.
“I’m going to shoot,” Rob warned while trying to hold back to hear her answer.
“Do it. Do it inside me. Don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” she half screamed. Rob was not thinking anymore, he was just acting on instinct. He grabbed her hips and began to slam hard into her. He started to orgasm and lost his momentum. His body was weakening and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He began to come wildly inside her, still fucking her as best he could. She began to call out, “I can feel it! You’re coming inside me.” Rob seemed to come forever before sliding his dick out of her and collapsing on the bed next to Kirsten. She was moaning about how she had just come again as she fell down next to him. Rob kissed her long and hard as they were still trying to catch their breath. Rob looked at her, thinking about how sexy she was. She was smiling, her body sprawled out next to Rob’s on her bed. Her legs spread, she was absent-mindedly running her fingers over her pussy and between her lips. He could see some of his cum oozing out of her. She pulled some of it onto her fingers and brought it up to her mouth. Licking it seductively from her fingers, her eyes glittered dreamily.
“Wow,” was all Rob could muster.
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An hour or so later, they were curled up in the bed in Kirsten’s trailer, having shared a shower in which they had only just resisted starting things up all over again. They were spooning comfortably and Rob was stroking her back softly, having learnt from Kirsten that this was one of her favourite things.
“What happens now?” Kirsten asked quietly.
“Are you asking what I think will happen or what I want to happen?”
“Tell me what you want to happen first.”
“I want to do as well as I can in this movie by day and spend my nights with you. I want to show you round London, take you to my crummy flat and introduce you to Rhys, my best friend. I want to take you to see bands I like and to see old movies you’ve never even heard of. I want us to go to restaurants together and most of all I want us to spend a lot of time in bed together. After filming ends… I don’t have a clue what will happen. Do you?”
“I agree with you on what to do during filming, but I’m at as much of a loss as you are about what will happen after that. I’ve got other films to do, including Spiderman, and I’m sure that you’ll get some offers based on this film.” Kirsten sighed as she finished.
“Well lets do all those things we want to do together for now and we’ll see which way the wind takes us when all is said and done. How about that?”
Instead of a verbal response, Kirsten answered by turning round in Rob’s arms and kissing him again. This would go on for some time, so let’s leave it there.
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Well, I bet that surprised a lot of you Rob Llewellyn fans out there. None of you knew that he had any romantic connections to Kirsten at this point did you? You all thought they were just friends at this time and only got together later. Well, there’s a few reasons you didn’t know about it. Kirsten was at this point not that well known in Britain, especially without Mary-Jane’s red hair, and the two of them were very discreet. If you want to know what happened to Rob, and Kirsten, after filming on Wimbledon wrapped, then you better read the next chapter of this book.
Thanks for reading. Hope you’re still awake by this point. Again feedback is welcome at Tim_Bisley2002@hotmail.com.
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