Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 91

"Um, let's get more comfortable." She said as she began to unsnap her jeans.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"It's my house, so I would think so."

I nervously did the same and I was soon down to my underwear.

"Uh, no Supergirl logo?" I said as I got a look at her bright red panties.

"Not yet." She replied with a sly smile as we embraced and kissed again "Why don't you take those off."

I slid my underwear down and she did the same. Her pussy was beautifully smooth and when my dick touched it, she breathed in sharply.

"Wow, that feels nice!" she said with a giggle as she looked down and felt it. She looked up at me and we shared a soft, naked kiss in the cool of the L.A. evening. She let out a soft moan as my hands reached behind and felt her ass. I continued to hold and caress it and I knew I was getting harder as I did this. Melissa slowly separated from me and lay back on the lounger, opening her legs in the process. I slowly got on top and my dick slid inside her, she gave a moan of pleasure as I entered her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and met my every thrust with one of her own.

"Yeah...oh that's it...that's it...yeah...yeah..." she moaned.

My arms went around her back, I pulled her in closer and we kissed.

"So good..." she whispered "...so good..."

I kept fucking Melissa.

She held onto me tightly.

"Hey...pick me up..." she said breathlessly.

I slowly stood up and she held onto me. I guess in the heat of passion, you're capable of amazing feats of strength, kinda like Superman perhaps? We were both breathing heavily now.

"C'mon Superman...c'mon babe...so close...so close..." she said with a big smile and an increased urgency like she was on the verge of climaxing. I could feel my explosion building as well. Before I knew it, my eyes closed and as I let out a deep groan I exploded inside her pussy. Melissa's head went back and she uttered a long, breathy groan of her own. My legs became jelly-like and I carefully lowered her back onto the lounger.

"Oh my god...th-that was incredible!" she said excitedly once we'd both caught our breath "I think I know now."

"What do you mean?"

"Why they call you Hollywood Jim."

"Uh, you realize you've discovered my secret identity."

We both laughed.

"Let's go in the Jacuzzi...it'll relax us more." She said.

We slowly uncoupled and she led me to the sunken Jacuzzi tub that was next to the pool. She lowered her naked body into the tub and with that same Supergirl-like smile TV viewers saw every week, held out her hand to me to join her. As if by magic, the jets turned on as I stepped in. She dipped her head beneath the water and then rose up, her hair wet and a beaming smile on her face. We were quickly in a soft kiss as the hot water enveloped us.

"Seriously...that was great. I never got to have that kind of experience." She said.

"I don't get it."

"Well, that kind of sex that's so unexpected out here. It felt so, I don't know, Hollywood-like."

"Never with, um...your husband?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well...yeah, but this was different. I think it was more like I imagined."

"OK, well like you said, you might've figured out the name." I said as I kissed her again.

She smiled shyly "And you figured out mine?"

"Oh, I already knew you were Supergirl."

She giggled again and held me close.

The faint rays of the rising sun greeted me as I drove away from her house. It had been quite the night for sure. At least this time I wasn't leaving in a rush and didn't have to worry about an angry employer like last time, even if he was my best friend and saw my night out as a boost to his business. Besides, I was the big shot now. I was friends with "the Jackal".

My office at the former film studio was almost like a mini-apartment and I was still getting used to the amenities provided. One of them was a secretary, a first for me. Her name was Tara Buchanan, she was an intelligent, efficient California brunette divorcee' mom who'd previously worked with Jackie Morrison and had been highly recommended by Jackie. What was more important, to me at least was she also shared my sense of humor and sense of wonder at where I was.

"Well, look who decided to show up today." she said casually as I breezed into the office and she handed me a cup of coffee in my Beatles mug.

"Hey, I gotta job to do my dear." I replied.

"You might have an interesting day to look forward to. Roger Sullivan just called, sounded important."

"Roger's always had a sense of the dramatic, could be anything."

I went into my office to check email and minutes later my phone buzzed.

"Robbie Robbins on one for you."

"Robbie? What does that clown want?"

Robbie Robbins was an online gossip columnist whose personality was ripe for parody, for every "exclusive" he broke there were just as many that were laughed off. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

"Robbie, what's new, trouble on the set of the Real Housewives?"

"Grow up Jimbo. I was wondering if you had any comment?" he said in a tone that he knew something I didn't.

"On what, your toupee' secret is still safe with me, you know."

"Your sense of humor is so refreshing first thing in the morning. I'm serious this time."

"So, ask me seriously then."

"OK, wise-ass. What's your comment on Chuck Tyler?"

"Well, he's the guy that fired me what else is there to know?"

"My, my, you really don't know do you?"

"Robbie...I just got in my office, the coffee ain't kicked in yet and I'm not in the mood for games."

"Let me put it this way, he's a man without a company now."

"Huh?"

"Thought that would wake you up a little, can I quote you on that?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Chuck's out at Artists Unlimited...I'd think you'd already be celebrating. You got the last laugh, Mister Hollywood. Your nemesis just got canned."

I was totally dumbfounded.

"Uh, I, uh, I'm very surprised."

Robbie said nothing.

"Gonna make that your comment?"

"For now, yes." I said quickly as I hung up the phone.

Chuck Tyler, fired? The thought was impossible to comprehend he was such a powerful figure. He had friends anywhere and everywhere, he was connected but not "connected".

Chuck, fired? Nah!

But did I want to know for sure? I leaned back in my chair and smiled a little. No way could that be true. Come on, it was Robbie Robbins telling me this, how believable was he?

I suddenly snapped forward in my chair.

"TARA! Get Roger on the phone!" I yelled.