Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 88

"Wow, that was awesome!" she said with a big grin. She reached over for the condom "I think I'm ready."

I sat up fully and reached for the condom, but she stopped me.

"No, no. I'll do this. I like it." She said as she opened it up. Her soft hands gripped my fully erect dick and carefully slipped the Trojan over it "It looks even better."

We kissed again and I placed my hands on Jennifer's arms and slowly laid her on her back. She opened her legs and I carefully moved on top of her. I looked down at her in the dim light.

"It's OK." She said softly "It's OK."

I moved my dick around her opening and slowly pushed inside her tight pussy. Her eyes fluttered a little as I penetrated her. She gave me a sweet smile and nodded again. I began to fuck her slowly and she responded with soft breaths and moans. She felt wonderful. I wrapped my arms around her back and she did the same with me so we were even closer. I could feel her nails dig into my back a little, but I felt no pain, only pleasure.

"Oh yessss...keep doing that..." she moaned

I fucked her more forcefully and it only increased our pleasure. She pulled me down close so we could kiss and whispered in my ear;

"I love this, Jim...I love this...don't stop...don't stop..."

I pulled her up and lay on my back so she could ride me. She eagerly complied and moved her legs so she could feel it. Her head went backwards slightly as she enjoyed the feeling of my dick inside her from a different angle. She looked down at me with a sexy smile as she knew I loved seeing her tits bounce with her every move.

"Ride 'em cowboy!" she said with a laugh "Yeeeeha!"

Jennifer felt her tits and did her best "sexy" looks that only made her giggle all the more. I pulled her in close to me so I could suck on her nipples. Jennifer loudly moaned as I did this before she pushed back from me

"Am I your porn star, baby? Huh? Am I?" she said as she continued to bounce up and down on my dick.

Hearing that and seeing her body did it. I exploded into the condom with a groan as Jennifer closed her eyes and smiled widely. She leaned back and let out a long, slow "Ahhhhhhh...". She leaned forward again and gave me a deep kiss.

"You made me cum, baby...twice!" she whispered with a smile "I love it."

She slowly rolled off of me and we lay together side by side, letting our breathing return to normal.

"Now I know why they call you Mr. Hollywood." She said with a smile as she sat up on her elbow.

"It's not necessarily something I'm proud of." Sure, I appreciated what she said but even after all this time, it made me feel weird. Someone else should be called that, not a geeky kid from Connecticut.

"No! You should be!" she quickly said "I've heard that name a lot and always thought it was some kind of weird joke."

"What do you mean you've heard the name?"

"People talk, it's just gossipy shit."

"Still...it's just strange that a name like that would come up. I just look at it as a goofy nickname I got stuck with long ago."

"I don't think it's goofy" she said as she kissed me on the cheek "I think it's really sweet now that I know the guy." She curled up next to me and we fell asleep.

I awoke to a silent house. Jennifer was still asleep and I looked at my watch, it was close to 7. I ran my fingers through my hair, and tried to get my bearings through a monster headache. I carefully slid out of bed and looked for my pants and shirt. I knew my jacket was nearby and my phone and wallet would still be in it. What I needed now was coffee or at least some water. I made my way to the kitchen but it looked like a disaster area to say the least. Dishes, take-out food wrappers, beer and wine bottles were scattered everywhere along with boxes of cookies and bags of chips. I better do my Felix Unger routine, I thought. So I set to work trying to straighten things. Luckily she had a dishwasher, but that was full too. At least she'd run it recently so it was time to unload the clean ones and load in the dirty ones. The more layers I got through, the more the kitchen revealed itself. On a nearby table was a stack of papers and what looked like scripts. I could see there was a room nearby that looked like an office so I gathered up what I could and took it in there. But just as I put the pile on a desk, a script slipped out of my hands and when I picked it up from the floor I looked at the title page;

"Lucky Charms"

By

Amy Schumer and Jennifer Lawrence

I was holding perhaps the most-desired script in town. Of course I was tempted to read it, but knew I would be too afraid of being caught to concentrate on if it was good or not. And stealing it was out of the question, I've been called a lot of things but I would never add thief to that list. I wisely put it on the desk just as I heard a car pulling into the driveway and its door slam. Maybe it was Amy returning. I walked back through the kitchen just in time to see 2 younger guys standing there with six packs of beer.

"Who the fuck are you?" one yelled angrily.

"Get the fuck outta here!" the other yelled as he reached behind the front door and revealed a nasty looking shotgun. He immediately pointed at me and I heard a loud "BOOM!" as plaster from the walls shattered near my head.

"Don't shoot! I'm a friend of Jennifer's!" I screamed

"Get outta here!" he yelled again as another blast from the shotgun went off and shattered a window. I ran out the back door and could still hear their yells as I ran through the yard towards another house and what looked like the street. I tumbled down a hill and crashed into some trash cans. I was breathing hard and scared to death to move. But I didn't hear any more voices. In fact, I thought I heard laughter. But I wasn't going to find out for sure, I carefully stood up and felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I looked down and realized I'd run out the door without my shoes. Suddenly I realized I was REALLY in trouble. My jacket was still at the house with everything else and I had no idea where I was since we'd arrived here late at night, very drunk too.

"What else could go wrong?" I said to myself.

My answer came when I felt raindrops on my head that quickly got heavier and heavier until I was soaked to the skin.

The laughing voices were still in the distance but now I thought I heard a female voice screaming at them. Was it Jennifer? I was too petrified to go back and plead my case, so I better start walking. Maybe I can find a pay phone. I'd only taken a few steps when I heard a "boop-boop" sound behind me. I turned around and saw 2 of the LAPD's finest getting out of their car and walking towards me.

"Uh...Hi." I said nervously "Uh, would you believe I just came from Jennifer Lawrence's house?"

"What a coincidence, so have we." One of the cops said.

Needless to say they didn't believe me and I was in the back of a patrol car. At the police station I made my phone call to Roger Sullivan, who got a good laugh at first, but the more I explained things the more his tone changed.

"I'm on my way." he said.

To make a long story short, Roger was able to get me out of jail with a minimum of trouble. But I still wondered how this would play with the boss. Plus there was the question of getting back what I'd left at Jennifer's house. Roger drove me to my place so I could get some dry clothes and my spare set of car keys. As he drove me back to where my car was, I told him of Jackie Morrison's proposition.

"She doesn't waste much time, does she?"

"What do you mean?"

"She's been grabbing talent all over town, and not just on-screen talent. She wants to put together a legal super-team and talked to some associates in my firm."

"What'd they say?"

"Well, they're interested..." he said with a shrug.

"What about you?"

Roger looked at me with a long stare, then with a sigh said;

"It's tempting...very tempting." He said slowly "There's no doubt it would be an enormous step up for me and whoever else joins her."

As we pulled into the empty parking lot of The Argyle Sock, I looked at Roger, he was staring straight ahead.

"Are you gonna go with her?"

"I don't know." He said with a chuckle as he turned to me "This is a funny town, Jim. You should know that by now. Call me if anything changes."

Roger drove away, leaving me in the parking lot of the club I'd been at with the girls. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing my SLK where I'd left it. I hadn't been in the car a minute when the radio buzzed with an incoming call. I was glad I'd sprung for that feature but confused when I saw it was my own phone calling me. Then I realized who it could be calling;

"Hello? Hello?" I said excitedly

"Hi, is this Jim?"

"Yes! Who's this?"

"Wow! I'm so glad I got a hold of you! It's Jennifer, I found your phone. You ran off so fast you left without your stuff. I'm so sorry about what happened!"

"I guess as long as my stuff is there, um, can I come get it?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm at 2000 Camino road, can I send you the directions?"

"Go ahead, that'll be a big help."

"OK, I'll see you in awhile."

The GPS beeped indicating new directions and I was on my way. A large gate opened and I pulled into a driveway and was immediately struck by the lush greenery that surrounded the house. A white Volkswagen EOS convertible could be seen in the garage. Between the greenery and the sunlight that had emerged from the clouds, the colors were something else. It was straight out of a Martha Stewart catalog. The front door opened and Jennifer stepped out wearing a pink t-shirt, simple denim cutoffs and sandals. Her blonde hair glowed in the sunlight.

"Hi! So good to see you again!" she said happily as she hugged me "I'm sooo sorry for what happened. I should've remembered they'd be here."

"So you knew the guys with the shotgun?"

"Yep, those two guys you met, uh, they're my brothers."

I stopped in my tracks.

"They're not still here are they?"

"No! No! They're gone." she said as she took my arm and led me inside the house "They can be a little overly protective and I guess you saw that."

"That's for sure. I've never had a gun pulled on me."

"Oh, that! It's filled with blanks. It's actually the gun I used in "Joy"." She said as she showed me the weapon. I stepped back a bit and held my hands up.

"OK, I'll take your word on that." I said making her giggle.

"I promise I'll never pull it on you." She said in that reassuring tone of voice she did so well "You can probably see the house better in the daytime, huh?"

"Yeah, it's like something out of Martha Stewart."

"Awww...thank you. It pretty much came with the house. I'm not a garden person by any means. I've gotta hire somebody to do that."

As I looked around, I noticed that the plaster the shotgun had blown off had mysteriously been repaired already. And it would seem the window in the kitchen had been repaired too.

"Uh, you said that gun had blanks in it?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I might've been running for my life earlier but I remember some plaster got blown off that wall over there."

"Oh! They fixed it, my Dad runs a building company back home so they know all about stuff like that. They're on a first name basis with the guys at Home Depot back home. Probably out here too."

"But...how could blanks do damage like that?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

I nodded.

"When they ran out of blanks, they put rock salt in it. It's some trick they used to do back home."

"Ah, that explains the damage."

Jennifer nodded and directed me to the big couch where we sat. I didn't know what to say at this moment. She put her hand on mine and had an easy smile on her face, like she might've met some kind of soul mate. I had the same look too. Maybe it was because she wasn't some kind of crazy woman, the image of the DUI mug shot was replaced by the image of a sweet, yet goofy friend. Perhaps I saw a lot of myself too. I leaned over and kissed her, she responded with a soft kiss of her own. Our kisses quickly became deeper and she quickly straddled my lap, but a thought came to me and I stopped just as she started to remove her shirt.

"Is it safe for us to do this?" I asked "I mean, are your brothers coming back?"

Jennifer looked around and a quizzical look was on her face, like she knew why I was asking.

"I think you're right. They didn't say when they'd be back." She said with some regret in her voice "Maybe we should meet at your place next time."

"Good idea."

"OK, Let me get your stuff." She said as she stood up and went into the kitchen. I followed slowly behind her "I have to thank you for cleaning my kitchen. It's never looked this clean! I've never met a guy who did that." She said with a sense of wonder in her voice "I think when I'm on my own I'm like a walking disaster area."

"I'll warn you I don't do windows."

"Neither do I." she said as she handed me my jacket, neatly folded "I love this jacket, where'd you get it?"

"I'm not sure." I said as I examined it and checked the pockets, they were still zipped and I could feel my keys, wallet and phone were still there. Then I remembered where I got it "I think it was given to me by a friend a long time ago."

"You've got a generous friend, I'll say that!"

She wasn't kidding. The jacket had been a gift from another girl I'd met, one Catherine Bell. I'd met her when Chris and I did a photo job for Honda motorcycles that involved her. It seemed like a lifetime ago when that happened.

"So, you got everything?"

"Yes, promise me no firearms next time?"

"I promise." She said holding her hand up in a 2 finger Girl Scout-style salute with a sweet smile "I'll call you in a couple of days. I've got some promotional stuff to do for the movie so I'll call you when I get back."

"OK, I owe you a dinner at least."

"It's a deal." She said with a kiss for good measure.

As I drove away from her house, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a pickup truck pulling into her driveway. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I'd avoided another meeting with her brothers.

"And I thought avoiding Brooke Hogan's dad was something." I said to myself.

PRESENT DAY

The sun had disappeared behind clouds and gave the beach an overcast feeling as I arrived at Chuck's beach house. I'd never been there before and heard little about it in the past. Supposedly he used it as a kind of getaway house but never seemed to be in a good mood when he returned from it. There was an eerie silence as I walked up to the door. Before I could even knock on the door it opened and I was met by a large brute of a man I'd never seen before with a shaved head and stubble on his face. He spoke in a thick accent, probably Eastern European;

"Mr. Tyler is expecting you." He said in an almost robot-like tone.

The inside was sparsely furnished, no pictures on the walls, not even a TV. I was led out to the deck where Chuck sat with his back to the door, staring at the ocean. The large door slid shut behind me and I was alone with him.

"Chuck?"

He slowly turned and I could see a glass of bourbon in his hand.

"Sit down." He said in a near mumble as he turned back to look at the ocean.

There was a very uncomfortable silence between us.

"So..." he began, still not looking at me "How'd your meeting with the Jackal go?"

"The Jackal? Who are you talking about?"

"Oh come on...don't play dumb." He said before turning to look at me "Jackie Morrison. She's known in our business as 'the Jackal'."

I didn't know what to say. Our meeting had been friendly but I'd made no indication of accepting her offer. How could Chuck have known?

"How did you know I met with her?"

"You're playing dumb again, Jim. You're not very good at it. You should know by now that Hollywood is a small town. Everybody has breakfast, some eat out some eat in. Some go to McDonald's some go to...Nate 'n Al's."

"But how did you know?"

Chuck looked out at the ocean again and shook his head.

"Oh boy, you've got a lot to learn." He said with a sigh before standing up and angrily throwing his glass to the ground below "C'mon, Jim! Nate 'n Al's is a popular place, you should've known that! All kinds of people go there, and word gets around about who's there, who they're with...and what's discussed."

I could feel my heart racing and a chill go down my spine.

"Word also gets around about company credit cards being lost or misused."

"Wait a minute, Chuck! YOU gave me the card so YOU could seal a deal with them!"

He calmly sat back showing little or no emotion.

"There's certain lines that shouldn't be crossed, loyalties that shouldn't be betrayed." He said, sounding very philosophical.

"What are you talking about? What does all this mean?"

"What does all this mean?" he turned back to me again "It means you'll get what you're asking for."

We were now staring at one another and I was confused to say the least.

"Chuck you're not making any sense. What does all this mean that you're saying?" He turned to face me again.

"OK, I'll tell you what it means...YOU'RE FIRED! THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!"