Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 88

Author's note-Thanks for your patience everyone, AGAIN!

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"OK, let me see if I've got this straight..." Roger Sullivan began "First, Jackie Morrison tries to take over AU and Chuck tells her to take a hike?"

I nodded.

"Then, in between gobbling up studios and assorted personnel around town, she offers you a prime job at the new company?" Michael Baldwin added.

I nodded again before adding;

"Get ready for another zinger. To top it all off, she gave me a clue related to the Corvette I've mysteriously "acquired" courtesy of Laura Austin."

"Who's Laura Austin?" asked Roger.

"Don't ask, it's a long story." I quickly replied. Michael waved his hand slightly as well as if to say the same thing. I knew Roger would find out eventually but figured it was best to handle one crisis at a time.

"Did she say where she is?"

"Not in so many words. But she must know something. I think she could be in San Francisco."

"How do you know?"

"I received a photo on my phone, unknown sender. I put two and two together..."

We all sat in silence.

"Did you give Jackie any kind of answer to her offer?" Michael asked.

"No, no, I was too stunned by everything to do that."

"What does Chuck know?"

"Nothing. It's probably better that way."

Just then the phone buzzed in the outer office. Natalie Hayden, who'd been silent throughout our meeting, got up to answer it and a minute later returned;

"Guess again, Chuck just called from the beach house. He wants to see you, now."

We all stood up, but Natalie stopped us.

"No, he just wants to talk to Jim. Alone."

I looked at Roger and Michael who nodded their approval.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

Chuck Tyler never seemed to get nervous but today was different. Awaiting the arrival of 2 highly desired clients, he nervously paced back and forth in his office, mumbling to himself and occasionally gesturing to some unknown audience, like he was rehearsing a speech. I sat on the edge of his desk, idly checking my phone for messages. I couldn't help but watch his obsessive pacing.

"You're gonna wear a hole in your carpet with all that, you know." I calmly said as I took a bite of my doughnut.

"Stay out of this, Jim..." he mumbled without even looking at me "You don't need to be here anyway."

"OK, I'll just go..." I said with a shrug as I stood up

"NO! Stay here!" he said urgently "I may need you."

"For what?"

"I don't know...just stay here." He said as he continued to pace. He seemed more like an expectant father than the head of a top Hollywood talent agency. Just then, his scretary stuck her head in the door.

"They're here." She said.

Chuck immediately straightened his suit and tried not to look nervous, unsuccessfully, I should add. The doors to his office opened and in walked 2 blondes. One dressed in brown pants and a simple white blouse, the other in jeans and a gray pullover. They were accompanied by what seemed like an assistant or manager. She looked at Chuck, then me before finally speaking;

"Chuck Tyler, I'd like to introduce you to Amy Schumer and Jennifer Lawrence." She said in a very serious tone of voice. The two girls immediately dissolved into giggles.

"We can't fool him can we?" Jennifer laughed.

"Nah, no way." Amy said "OK, now that we got that out of the way, let's talk."

Jennifer and Amy had become the town's new party girls that everyone wanted to be in business with and more than a few wanted to be in bed with. In all the time I'd seen them, I wasn't sure whose side I was on. I thought Jennifer was obnoxious and with a big mouth to boot. Plus she always seemed (to me at least) to be one step away from the obligatory DUI mug shot. But Oscar (you know, the gold statue) thought differently, as well as all the directors in town. And I had to admit, she had a rather nice body as well. Amy, on the other hand, was a different story. There was a strange kind of "real" quality to her. She reminded me of girls I'd worked with in different jobs back home. And it looked as if she could match Jennifer drink for drink. The pair was now in Chuck's office, negotiating a deal for a secret, untitled script they'd written. According to Chuck the negotiating was fierce, he'd mentioned Jackie Morrison's name more than once and it seemed like she was his chief rival in this.

"OK, that'll be all Jim." He said to me, once he'd calmed down enough to start talking to them. I was still taking in the fact these two were in front of me. Amy was much prettier than I thought as was Jennifer. I don't think I heard him.

"Jim? Hey, HOLLYWOOD!" he yelled, bring me back to reality "You can go now."

"Does he have to?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, he's kinda cute, how long you been workin' here honey?" Jennifer said in a flirty voice, provoking more giggles. It was like being in a room with a couple of teenage girls. And perhaps that was their appeal.

"He has much to do and should leave business like this to his superiors..." Chuck said with an emphasis on the word "superiors". I could tell that this his way of saying I should leave, immediately.

"Uh, it was a pleasure meeting the both of you." I said as I made my exit.

An hour later my phone buzzed with a call from Natalie who was obviously on a speaker phone;

"Hey what was the name of that club you used to go to long ago?"

"You'll have to be a little more specific, clubs out here are a dime a dozen."

"C'mon, I'm serious it had like a bird's name in it."

"The Eagle?"

"Right, that place. Is it still around?"

"I doubt it, why?"

"Amy and Jennifer were talking about a club and Chuck thinks he can seal the deal with them."

"How's he gonna do that?"

"I think he figures if he buys enough drinks he'll wear them down."

"They'll wear HIM down first before that happens."

"Then maybe you should go."

"And do what? They don't even know me!"

Just then I heard Chuck's voice demanding her phone.

"Look, Hollywood! I'm not asking much of you, you made a good impression on them and the least you can do is be a team player. Just go the club and act like you just happened to be there when they were."

"Geez, I hear what you're saying but..."

"But nothing! I'll give you my fuckin' American Express card. Just do it!" he said before angrily slamming down the phone.

Whoever said that fear was the world's greatest motivator must've known Chuck Tyler.

It turned out that the club the girls were talking about was called The Argyle Sock , where I learned Amy was doing a surprise show to try out new matierial. I'd never been there so it would be a new experience for me too. I have to admit it, this was one of the few times I hated my job because I really had no idea what to do here. Hanging around an unknown club on the off-chance two ladies would walk in and be so magically charmed by me to sign on with my agency didn't sound like a fun evening. Even if you're armed with the company's Black American Express card there has to be some kind of game plan, right?

"Hey Jen! It's that guy we met this morning!" I suddenly heard.

"Mister Hollywood!"

To my surprise, it was Jennifer and Amy who suddenly sat down beside me.

"You come here often, babe?" Jennifer asked with a giggle.

"Hi, cutie. How 'bout buying us girls a drink?" Amy added. They both looked great, and I think they'd had a few "adult beverages" before arriving here.

"Uh, well, uh, h-how can I say no to you two?" I said nervously. It was about this time I noticed the hulking bodyguard giving me an icy stare, so my choice was simple; either buy them a drink made from the finest grapes or be squashed like a grape. It was time to get out the black card. The bodyguard leaned down and said something in Jennifer's ear, she nodded in response.

"Hey, let's go to the V.I.P. area over there." She said pointing to a roped-off area above the main floor. We were led to this special area where her bodyguard stood watch as we made our drink orders.

This was where things started to get a little hazy for me. Jennifer and Amy had bottles of Jose` Cuervo Tequila and Grey Goose vodka delivered along with shot glasses and a small cooler of beer. They were talking a mile a minute and giggling at anything and everything.

"So, Jim..." Jennifer said as she got close to me "How come your boss calls you Mister Hollywood?"

"Yeah, I wanna know that too!" Amy laughed.

"Oh, THAT. Well it was a nickname I got long ago."

"You should invent a new one for him." Amy said as she downed another glass of vodka.

"Yeah, baby!" Jennifer shouted "He's got nice hair..."

"Screw that, what's in his pants?" Amy said as her hand moved over my crotch, making Jennifer laughed loudly "Ah, this could be something."

"My god, girl! Go for it!" she laughed uproariously. Amy was laughing too as Jennifer grabbed me and planted a big kiss on my lips. I could taste a mix of beer and whiskey on them "She has no style!"

"Yeah, I ain't got the Dior deal!" Amy yelled.

Being around them was a whirlwind of drinks, double entendres`, dirty jokes and they wanted to know everything about my personal life and neither one had any filter when it came to theirs. I almost felt like I was being interrogated;

"Jim...have you ever been in a threesome?"

"Jim, you think she's hot?"

"Jim, you gotta try this drink."

"Jim, you're not drunk enough!"

"Smile, Jim! We need a photo of you drunk!"

"Send it to his boss!"

"OK, I need a break!" I said as I weakly stood up "Gotta get some air." As I staggered to regain my balance, they were laughing as they knew I was quickly becoming as intoxicated as they were. The only place I could get a few seconds of peace was the men's room. I stood at the mirror and splashed some water on my face. I couldn't think of the last time I'd had this much to drink. On the one hand it was fun but I knew I would pay for it in the morning. And to think Chuck believed he could seal a deal with these two by himself! I found myself smiling at the thought. Amy was finishing her set as I walked out of the men's room to find Jennifer standing by the door with a bottle of beer.

"Hey, hot stuff." She said with a laugh "We're gonna head back to my place, feel like going?"

"I don't think I'm in any...condition to drive..." I slurred.

"Hey, neither am I. That's what I've got Anthony over there."

"I guess that makes sense. What about my car?"

"I'll take care of that. C'mon."

Amidst a flurry of flashbulbs from paparazzi photographers and fans we were quickly led out to a dark colored SUV that sped away seconds after the doors closed. Now I was in the back seat and in even closer quarters with Amy and Jennifer. They were still laughing uncontrollably as we were driven to...someplace. My head was spinning with every move of the car. Jennifer was getting even flirtier with me and Amy appeared to be filming it on her phone. Before I knew it, she had a photo of Jennifer licking my ear. And I was starting to get sleepy, not a good sign. I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and put it, along with my phone and keys into a zippered pocket inside my leather jacket, just for safekeeping. The SUV abruptly stopped and we were in the driveway of a dimly lit house. We all stumbled out and I nearly fell flat on my face, much to the hysterical laughter of the girls, who'd already removed their shoes. Once we'd made our way inside the house we were in a large room with a big sectional couch that must be some kind of media room as there was a huge TV on the wall. I was trying to get my bearings about where I was and what was going on, but Amy and Jen were such whirlwinds to be around it seemed hopeless to try. It was probably best to just enjoy the ride, as it were. Her bodyguard Anthony had disappeared once we arrived. Amy was elsewhere and I was alone with Jennifer, who'd since changed into royal blue pajama pants with "Kentucky" on one leg and "Wildcats" on the other and a green t-shirt with the logo of the U.S. Army's 101st Airborne division.

"So, Mr. Hollywood..." she said with a giggle as she flopped down next to me on the couch. "What do you think of my place?"

"Hard to say, it's kind of dark...unless that's the booze talking."

"Yeah, it probably is. But c'mon you gotta tell me how you get that name?"

"OK, it was a nickname a friend gave me because I was always into movies and music so he started calling me...Hollywood Jim." This just made her laugh all the more. It was a "fun fact" that still embarrassed me at times.

"I love it! That's so cool."

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing."

"No! I like it!"

"So did you have a nickname like that?"

"Nah, I was just plain 'ol Jennifer."

"She's just plain 'ol J-Law now!" Amy laughed as she joined us and handed me a bottle of water.

"Yes, my nom de plume." She said in a cultured voice straight out of England, which only made us laugh all the more "You wanna see my Oscar, Jim? It'll give you something to aspire to."

"Uh, sure! That'd be great."

"OK, c'mon."

Jennifer led me upstairs and clicked on a light switch that revealed her large, high ceilinged bedroom. She went to a large shelf unit that covered an entire wall and opened a small door and clicked on a light inside it. There it was, her Oscar for "Silver Linings Playbook". And dangling from it was a pair of pink thong panties. Jennifer stood by it and pretended to be a game show girl, moving her hands around it gracefully with a big smile and saying "ta-dahhh!"

"That's a pretty unique way to display it." I said.

"I only show it this way to certain people."

"So I'm the lucky guy?"

Jennifer took a few steps towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Uh-huh, you are." She said softly as we kissed. This time her kiss didn't feel so alcohol-enhanced. It was the first time I got a good look at her face. She had beautifully soft blue eyes. I kissed her again and she let out a soft, yet sexy, sigh as our lips parted.

"I haven't felt that in a long time." She said softly

"Haven't felt what?"

"Someone kissing me like that...it felt nice." She said with a shy smile "I'll be right back."

Jennifer left the room and reappeared a moment later, shutting the double doors to the room and dimming the lights.

"OK, we're good now."

"What do you mean?"

"Amy left with Anthony, its a little code we worked out for nights like this. When I show someone my Oscar, it's her cue to leave."

"Doesn't she feel left out, that seems a little mean if you ask me."

"Nah, she's cool about it. Besides, she's got her own man."

We were both looking at each other now and unsure who should make the next move.

"P-probably staring at each other isn't a good sign. We kinda look like that cartoon where Sylvester's staring at another cat..." I said, making Jennifer's eyes light up.

"Oh, my god! I love that cartoon! I know what you mean!" she laughed "Yeah...so long Sylvester-roonie!" she said in a mock-cartoon voice. I was laughing now as it brought back a flood of cartoon memories.

"I used to have all those cartoons memorized!"

"Wow! Me too!" she laughed.

"You gotta put more gusto into that voice though."

"Yeah, I probably should!" she said "Wait a second...we were supposed to be doing something right?"

"Or...we were about to be doing something." I said "Um...m-maybe you should come over a little closer." Jennifer nodded and our kisses were deeper this time. Her hands felt the material on my jacket. "Oooooh...I like this jacket" she cooed. She slowly pulled the jacket off me and tossed it onto a nearby chair. We moved onto her large platform bed that was covered by a simple black and white striped bedspread and matching pillows. We were eagerly kissing and she made soft moans of pleasure as my hands softly caressed her body. My hand went under her shirt and crept up to feel her breast. She gave no resistance and sighed as it touched her nipple, which quickly became erect. She stopped kissing and looked at me.

"Are you OK?" I asked as I withdrew my hand.

"Uh-huh...um...are you OK with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't sleep around, you know."

"I never thought you did."

"OK, I just want you to know that. I get a little, no, really paranoid about S.T.D.'s you know."

"Oh, y-you don't need to worry about that with me."

"Just the same..." she said as she turned over to a bedside table and opened a drawer "I want to be protected." Jennifer produced a condom packet. It surprised me but made perfect sense. I guess someone who, to me at least, seemed one step away from a DUI mug shot had more smarts than I expected. She placed it on the table and turned back to me.

"Ah, I see...good thinking."

"Just being prepared." She said softly as she sat up. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed again. When we withdrew, she looked at me and seemed very nervous. She then bit her lip and pulled her shirt up and over showing her beautifully full tits to me. They looked amazing. She reached for my shirt and it was off as well. We kissed again and she pushed me onto my back and straddled me with a confident smile on her face.

"How do I look?"

"Beautiful." I said softly.

Jennifer leaned down and kissed me again. The more we kissed, the more confident she seemed to get, and the more turned on I became. My hands went around and felt her ass. It felt nice under the thin material of her pj's. I began to rub her ass with both hands as we continued to kiss. I boldly moved my hand under the waistband and felt no underwear, not even the thinnest of thongs. She was naked underneath. Her skin felt beautifully soft.

"Take them off me." She whispered in my ear.

It was tricky to do but I somehow slid her pajama pants down slightly and she sat back, raised her legs straight up and finished removing them. She slowly opened her legs, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy. I sat up on my elbows and she giggled at how she looked to me.

"Uh, perhaps I should do the same?"

"Let me do it." She said as she sat up and reached for my belt. She quickly had it undone and slid my pants and underwear off. I was now naked in front of Jennifer Lawrence, and she could see how "appreciative" I was.

"Nice." she said softly as she sat up close and touched my dick, which was growing with her every touch "I like it."

I gently touched her breast and she gave another sexy sigh as my hand began to fondle it, caressing her nipple. I kissed her as I did this and her breathing became more rapid. I moved from her lips to her cheek and down to her neck, all the while enjoying the feel of her tits and her touch on my dick. She continued to softly moan as I did this. As our lips parted, she gently pushed me onto my back and slowly ran her fingers down my chest until she grasped my dick again. She gave me a confident smile and bit her lip in a sexy way, like she had something naughty in mind. She moved onto her side and gave my dick soft kisses on the head and slowly eased it into her mouth until I could feel her lips at the base and her fingers fondling my balls. She made sure to look at me all the while, which only made things all the sexier. I couldn't help but close my eyes slightly as I felt the effects and saw her head slowly bob up and down while her hand stroked me at the same time.

"That feel good?" she asked with a smile.

"W-wow..." was all I could say "L-let me return the favor..."

"How're you gonna do that, Mr. Hollywood?" she asked in a flirty voice, like she knew what I would do. I sat up and softly kissed her cheek.

"I'll try my best." I whispered in her ear, eliciting a soft moan from her in response.

Jennifer lay back on the bed and opened her legs. I kissed her neck again and worked my way down from there, I wanted to get a good feel of her tits. My hands gently caressed them and made slow circles around her nipples before my lips and tongue went on them. Jennifer was breathing heavily as I did this. I continued to kiss and lick down her belly until I got to her pussy, all nice and smooth. I eagerly began to lick all around the lips and could sense she was getting wetter by the second. Jennifer's moans grew in intensity the more my tongue probed her until she breathed in sharply, then slowly exhaled. I sat up a little and a broad smile was on her face.