“I asked Ms. Dixon that as well. She told me that Zak would agree to refuse access to Zander’s people. And that he would destroy the videos as soon as he was legally allowed to if his unknowing porn stars signed the releases.
“I told her that sounded like blackmail. She said that lawyers can get away with it if it’s part of a negotiation involving litigation, and if they’re careful in how they word things. It sounds like the rules don’t apply to them. Imagine that,” Dad said.
I had to agree, but what did I know?
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Cassidy all but flipped out. The four of us were on our way to Olvera Street to find the girls when we walked past one of the tour groups. There were ten teenage girls in the group, and they recognized me. The next thing I knew, I was swarmed. They were squealing and making a general nuisance of themselves.
Wolf and Tim scrambled out of the way, leaving Cassidy to try to fend them off.
“Settle down,” I barked in my best dad voice.
They all froze. I would have to remember that.
“One at a time,” I said.
Cassidy physically made them line up. She cracked me up when she took things literally. I wasn’t complaining because it seemed to work.
Twenty minutes later, the line seemed to have grown. I would meet each group, and Cassidy would take their phone and snap a picture. I felt like kicking Tim’s and Wolf’s butts when I looked up and saw they were next in line. But I just did my thing with them and kept a smile on my face.
Manaia showed up with the female part of my crew and saw what was going on. He looked worried until he recognized that Cassidy had the situation well in hand.
A lady and her college-age daughter were up next. The daughter was gorgeous, in a fair, broad-faced, Hollywood-actress-next-door kind of way. I checked her makeup. Yes, the model in me came out at weird times. What caught my attention was that she wasn’t wearing any.
The mother acted like she was a stage mom because she fussed over the girl’s appearance. For some reason, I felt on guard. I had a feeling they wanted something more than just a picture or autograph.
I looked closer and decided the girl was trying too hard to downplay her natural good looks. When you combined her lack of makeup, her blond locks pulled back into a long ponytail, and her attire of jeans and a casual blouse, it suddenly became clear. She would match the description of the girls I hung out with to a T.
So, why was this duo setting off warning alarms in my head? It was because of my acting background. There was a big difference, if you know what to look for, between
As much as I hated Laurent Vance, my director in Cuba, I had to admit that I did learn some things from him. He finally pounded into me the ability to act well enough that I didn’t look like I was acting.
On closer inspection, this girl appeared to be even better looking than I initially thought. Her skin was pale but flawless. I suspected that her blouse was covering breasts that were enhanced yet not overdone. The surgery had made her body drop-dead caliber.
Then there were her captivating bright blue eyes. This girl was someone who would capture attention on the screen, precisely what every casting director was looking for.
She noticed me checking her out. I was charmed when she gave me a warm smile. Dimples appeared beside her mouth that made her even cuter. If I wasn’t dating Brook, I might flirt with her.
“Hi, do you have something for me to sign? Or would you like a picture taken?” I asked.
“My daughter is trying to break into the business and not having much success. I was wondering if you could offer any advice?” the mom asked.
Suspicion confirmed. Unfortunately, there were lots of girls like this one. I realized it wasn’t fair to make a snap judgment, so I decided to pass her on to my management team and let them figure it out.
“Lexi!” I called, and when she came over, I passed them off.
The girl hopped up and down, confirming the augmented breast theory. Either they were fake, or she had on the best bra ever created to hold them in place. She wrapped me in a hug and then licked my neck. My mind went blank, not expecting to have a tongue run under my jaw.
“Did she just lick you?” Brook asked, suddenly at my side.
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she wailed.
“You still want me to get her information, Boss?” Lexi asked.
“Yeah,” I said, and then pulled Brook into my arms. “Sorry, Babe. Some girls just can’t resist me.”
I may be a ‘stupid boy’ after all. I knew better than to call her ‘Babe,’ and I was not allowed to let girls lick my neck. My bad.
When the line was finally done, I was ready to leave. I caught a bunch of crap from my friends, but I could see they finally understood how much being a celebrity could truly suck. Cassidy told me that nearly a hundred people had wanted their picture or an autograph. I guess I wasn’t in too much trouble, because Brook offered to buy me lunch. I figured I could probably eat some more tacos.
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