Chapter 7
Jazz
I called Molly the moment I got home to my apartment in Shoreline on Sunday afternoon. I was
pleased when she answered on the second ring. “Well hello lover, I was hoping you’d call today,” she purred when she answered the call. I am thrilled that she called me lover.
“Hello Gorgeous. I have been thinking of you all morning,” I answered her. “Good things I hope,” she murmured. “I thought about every moment we spent together Friday and Saturday,” I admitted. “Good! Because I have been thinking about that too,” she said.
Again, I am enraptured that she has been thinking of me…Molly…the most popular actress in Hollywood. I am surprised to feel my cock swelling up as we talk.
“How hard would it be for you to come to Hollywood with me for a couple of months while I am filmed in my next movie? she asked out of the blue. “Being a writer, you could write from anywhere couldn’t you?” she inquired.
“Well, yes…yes I could write from anywhere,” I admit. “Good. Pack up as much clothes as you can and my driver will pick you up on the way to the airport at 6pm,” she instructed. “I look forward to sharing my life with you,” she added than hung up.
Holy Shit! I am going to Hollywood with the most gorgeous actress in America to live with her for the next couple of months. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning while I packed my two largest suitcases. I also grabbed my suit carrier to pack a couple of suites and my black Tuxedo.
I went to my usual salon and had my private area waxed smooth like the men you see in porn
movies. I again have my hair styled and my goatee trimmed. I’m sure I will be attending the Premier of her movie in Hollywood sometime this coming week. I’m sure there will be a fuss about who is on Molly’s arm.
Molly’s limo delivers us to the tarmac at SeaTac where there is a Gulfstream 850 waiting for us. It is the copilot who stored our luggage into the belly of the plane.
I was amazed when Molly gave me a tour of the inside of the private jet with a seating area for four.
A conference type area where there was also an inflight kitchenette and a wide screen TV.
In the back of the plane there was a bedroom with a queen size bed with a bathroom that had a shower stall big enough to fit two people.
There was a sexy flight attendant on the flight but Molly told her that we would not need her services and to just take care of the pilot’s needs.
The takeoff was smooth but much faster that a commercial airliner. We reached cruising altitude rather quickly. Before the flight attendant disappeared into the cockpit area, she delivered a bottle of Merlot and two wine glasses.
As the attendant walked away, Molly stood up and reached down to me. “Come on stud, let’s go join the mile high club with each other,” she announced as I stood up from my seat.
I marveled at the most perfect ass I have ever seen while I followed her back to the aircraft’s bedroom. Wow, this is going to be another first for me. Getting fucked on an airplane at 30 thousand feet in the air. And my bedmate is the sexiest redhead in all of Hollywood.
Quickly we both stripped out of the casual clothes we wore for the trip. Molly had me lay on my back and impaled herself on my engorged 9-inch cock. I am euphoric to watch this gorgeous, famous woman riding my cock again. This is a sight I could never grow tired of.
I lift my head to suck on her erotic puffy nipples. I swear that nothing could please me more than to be able to suck on these puffy nipples every day for the rest of my life.
Having fucked Mona twice this morning, I am able to last a good ten minutes before I shoot my man soup into her clenching vagina pleased that she got off twice before I did.
Molly took a short one hour nap before we fucked a second time. This time with me on top drilling into her like a jackhammer. “I expect to see a sex scene with you fucking the damsel in an airplane soon in one of your books,” she murmured after I flooded her with sperm again.
Molly and I squeezed in a quick shower before we had to be seated for landing. It was just coming up on 9pm when we climbed down off the plane. Dusk was just setting as was climbed into the gloss white Mercedes limo.
It was the Sunset Tower Apartment Complex on Sunset and Vine where Molly stayed when she was shooting films in LA.
that she took me to. During the 14 mile and 26 minute drive, she pulled down my docker’s slacks and sucked me off.
“I knew that you would taste good,” she purred while she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
There was a doorman to let us into the exclusive property. There was a bellboy who used a cart to bring our luggage up to Molly’s top floor apartment. She gave the young man a fifty dollar tip which he seemed to appreciate greatly.
The 1100sq Foot apartment goes for four grand per month. But she pays the entire lease once each year. Such is the life in the Greater Los Angeles area in the shadow of Hollywood.
We weren’t even in the apartment fifteen minutes before we were naked on her couch screwing like teenagers who just invented sex. It is becoming apparent to me that Molly is insatiable and I am the lucky reciprocate of her desires.
We spent the first week together before her next movie filming touring Los Angeles, Hollywood and the Universal Studio where she worked. She took me to Long Beach to play in the Pacific Ocean. She took me to several world famous restaurants. We had dinner in Long Beach on the Queen Mary.
There were often pain in the ass photographers who followed us around shouting their questions as if they have some right to our private lives. It wasn’t long before they were calling me Molly’s Smut Writer boyfriend.
On Friday evening, Molly attended her premier at
the world Famous Egyptian Theater. There was an army of reporters and photographers there screaming their question at all of the famous people attending the premier. A Hollywood crowd of who’s who.
Again there were hollered statements of my being a smut writer. I just smiled broadly knowing about the millions I have in my bank account. But it is very plain to see that this moniker is not going to go away anytime soon.