Our final stop would be at Jess Geiger’s party. He was noted for having legendary parties where anything could happen. Halle had pushed for that party because they were ultra-exclusive, and she’d never been. It made me happy when the parents all said they would skip that one.
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Before we started our party tour, I needed to stop at the men’s room. As I stood at the urinal, the door opened, and Amelia Coe walked in and locked eyes with me. Funny how once my mind had unfrozen, I could remember her name. She’d announced my Oscar, after all.
“Out,” she ordered an older man washing his hands at the sink.
After he left, she locked the bathroom door, turned on me, and gave me a predatory smile. I may be naïve as to the ways of Hollywood, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I could only think of a couple of reasons a woman would walk into a men’s room and kick everyone else out. And I suspected she wanted to have some sexy fun, not kill me.
Not that I had any complaint. If what I guessed she wanted was about to happen, I was more than willing. Amelia was one of the top twenty women on my ‘if I ever got a chance …’ list.
Every guy has a top-twenty list of women he would like to spend quality time with. Mine was special, sort of a rolling tabulation that changed every time I thought about it. Sometimes, someone like Joey, my trainer, filled slots one through twenty. That happened when she would show up with her perky little ponytail and wearing shorts that were probably illegal in most states.
But I digress. My point was that the top-twenty list changed. For example, Wolf had read that there were actual butt models on social media. He discovered that trolls discounted the veracity that the butts in question hadn’t been Photoshopped. One girl had actually gone to a doctor to have him verify that her butt was every bit as gorgeous as her pictures showed.
We had a long discussion at lunch, to Gina’s utter irritation, that this might be a viable business opportunity. The conversation then morphed into whose butts we should offer our services for. It didn’t take us long to put a list together.
Needless to say, at this moment, Amelia stood right at the tippy top of my list of women I would like to …
I finished my business and began to put Mr. Happy away.
“No need for that,” she said as she stepped forward.
Amelia pushed me against the wall and quickly took my member into her mouth to bring it to life. If this was the result of becoming an Academy Award winner, then I wanted many more.
She got me fully hard, stood up, and pulled up her dress. She then grabbed the sink, presenting her backside to me. Yep, Amelia had now made it onto the butt list, too.
I wanted to take a moment to admire her beautiful derrière. We’d come up with a detailed process as to how we should check them for defects. From my cursory visual inspection, Amelia had a spectacular specimen.
“Hurry, we don’t have much time,” she ordered.
Luckily, the big brain retained some functionality, so I fished out a condom and put it on.
What occurred next may not have been my best work, but my best wasn’t what Amelia wanted. I grabbed her hips and did it hard and fast. She did say that we should hurry.
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My mom spotted me leaving the bathroom with Ms. Coe.
“Hi, I’m Carol Dawson, David’s mom.”
“Oh, uh, hi.”
“May I ask what you and my son were doing?”
My usual MO would have been to pull a Dawson and clam up. In this case, I recognized that my mom was just pulling Amelia’s chain. Between Greg and me, she had a pretty good idea of what either of her sons would have been doing in a locked bathroom with a girl.
“We need to get going,” I prompted.
“Uh, me too!” Ms. Coe said a little too excitedly and then bolted.
“That was rude. I was just getting to know her,” Mom said as she watched Amelia quickly leave and then turned on me. “And you, Buster.”
I raised my hands in defeat.
“She made me do bad things,” I said in my little-boy voice.
My mom couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. ‘Cute little David’ only worked when she was in a good mood. I knew I’d dodged a bullet at that point.
“I bet she did. You need to start using better judgment,” she said as her parting shot.
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Mom was right. Banging someone in a public bathroom was not the best idea I’d ever had. I expected that at some point, we would discuss my wayward ways.
Thankfully, we had a party to go to, and my mom was loving meeting all the celebrities. When Mom got home, I expected Mrs. A would hear all about it.
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Gabe Francis must have been told we were on the way up because the music stopped when we walked in.
“David, get over here,” Gabe called.
Gabe’s party was being held on the roof of the Ritz Carlton, next to their pool area. In one corner they had a DJ, and along another wall was a buffet and bar. The view from the rooftop was of downtown LA, and you could see the hills off in the distance. In my mind, it looked like a movie set. That only made sense, because that was what Gabe did.
