about that . Miss I want it now! Venus never let up when she had her mind set on something.
“You got it, ma’am,” he said, reverting to his former self, the dumb-ass kid who’d hit Hollywood eight years ago thinking all women deserved respect.
How green was he?
Green and fortunate, because after several months of bumming around trying to make something happen, working as a waiter and sleeping on a friend’s floor, he’d found himself an agent who’d sent him on an interview for an NBC sitcom. He’d scored the part, been in six on-air episodes, and just when he’d imagined himself as the second coming of Matthew Perry, the show was canceled and he was back where he’d started—waiting tables at the Cheesecake Factory in Brentwood.
Two months later he got a call from his agent informing him that Alex Woods wanted to see him. Alex Woods— mega producer/director/writer supreme! Holy shit!
The day of his interview with Alex was forever etched in his mind. He’d walked into an imposing office nervous as a virgin on a date with a porn star. And there she was, standing around as if she had nothing better to do. Venus. The freaking Venus. She of the platinum-blond hair, sexy stance, and out-of-this-world bod.
“Hi, Billy,” she’d said, as if she actually knew him. “Thanks for coming in today. I’m a big fan of your work.”
Thanks for coming in! Big fan of his work! Was she freakin’ kidding! He would’ve done anything for a meeting with Venus—she was the jerk-off queen of all his fantasies.
Alex Woods was slouched behind a large untidy desk,speaking on the phone. He’d glanced up and waved distractedly in Billy’s direction.
“Sit down, Billy,” Venus had said, indicating a sprawling couch.
Billy sat. Venus sat.
He’d thought he was freakin’ dreaming it was all so surreal.
Later he’d read a scene with her in front of Alex and Lucky Santangelo, another producer on the movie.
He was good; in fact, he was better than good—in his mind he’d nailed the part and then some. And why not, with Venus as his inspiration standing opposite him in dangerously low-cut yoga pants and a belly-baring top? Not only was she this freakin’ worldwide superstar, she was also surprisingly friendly and nice. She actually treated him like an equal. She actually talked to him before he had to read. Who’d’ve thought?
Two weeks later his agent called with the words every actor yearns to hear. “Congratulations, Billy. You got the part.”
He remembered stammering, “I got the what?” And then he’d hit the clubs with a few of his buddies—including his closest friend from back home, Kev, whose floor he’d been sleeping on for the past few months. He’d gotten bombed out of his mind and ended up with a forty-year-old Puerto Rican stripper who’d called him Blondie Pie, and given him a mild dose of the clap.
A week later he was on the set of Alex Woods’s new movie, Seduction , acting opposite Venus. It was the start of his ride. And what a ride it had turned out to be.
Shower over, Billy returned to the bedroom bare-assed naked. Venus gave him an appreciative once-over and beckoned him to join her on the bed.
Fortunately, the Donkey King—the name a former girlfriend had bestowed on his penis—was up and at ’em, at the ready to do whatever his master bade.
“Come here, you crazy sex maniac,” Venus crooned.
Yeah, like she could talk.
He headed for the bed, and the soft, sexy, comforting warmth of his girlfriend. The same girlfriend he’d cheated on earlier that day.
Shit! Better make it up to her, he thought, quickly forgetting about his bruised and battered body. Better be ready to rock and roll all night long .
And while Billy was making out with one of the most famous women in the world, Alex Woods was drinking Jack Daniel’s on the rocks at a bikers’ hangout somewhere in the mountains off the Pacific Coast Highway. He didn’t feel like going home to his architecturally
“You got it, ma’am,” he said, reverting to his former self, the dumb-ass kid who’d hit Hollywood eight years ago thinking all women deserved respect.
How green was he?
Green and fortunate, because after several months of bumming around trying to make something happen, working as a waiter and sleeping on a friend’s floor, he’d found himself an agent who’d sent him on an interview for an NBC sitcom. He’d scored the part, been in six on-air episodes, and just when he’d imagined himself as the second coming of Matthew Perry, the show was canceled and he was back where he’d started—waiting tables at the Cheesecake Factory in Brentwood.
Two months later he got a call from his agent informing him that Alex Woods wanted to see him. Alex Woods— mega producer/director/writer supreme! Holy shit!
The day of his interview with Alex was forever etched in his mind. He’d walked into an imposing office nervous as a virgin on a date with a porn star. And there she was, standing around as if she had nothing better to do. Venus. The freaking Venus. She of the platinum-blond hair, sexy stance, and out-of-this-world bod.
“Hi, Billy,” she’d said, as if she actually knew him. “Thanks for coming in today. I’m a big fan of your work.”
Thanks for coming in! Big fan of his work! Was she freakin’ kidding! He would’ve done anything for a meeting with Venus—she was the jerk-off queen of all his fantasies.
Alex Woods was slouched behind a large untidy desk,speaking on the phone. He’d glanced up and waved distractedly in Billy’s direction.
“Sit down, Billy,” Venus had said, indicating a sprawling couch.
Billy sat. Venus sat.
He’d thought he was freakin’ dreaming it was all so surreal.
Later he’d read a scene with her in front of Alex and Lucky Santangelo, another producer on the movie.
He was good; in fact, he was better than good—in his mind he’d nailed the part and then some. And why not, with Venus as his inspiration standing opposite him in dangerously low-cut yoga pants and a belly-baring top? Not only was she this freakin’ worldwide superstar, she was also surprisingly friendly and nice. She actually treated him like an equal. She actually talked to him before he had to read. Who’d’ve thought?
Two weeks later his agent called with the words every actor yearns to hear. “Congratulations, Billy. You got the part.”
He remembered stammering, “I got the what?” And then he’d hit the clubs with a few of his buddies—including his closest friend from back home, Kev, whose floor he’d been sleeping on for the past few months. He’d gotten bombed out of his mind and ended up with a forty-year-old Puerto Rican stripper who’d called him Blondie Pie, and given him a mild dose of the clap.
A week later he was on the set of Alex Woods’s new movie, Seduction , acting opposite Venus. It was the start of his ride. And what a ride it had turned out to be.
Shower over, Billy returned to the bedroom bare-assed naked. Venus gave him an appreciative once-over and beckoned him to join her on the bed.
Fortunately, the Donkey King—the name a former girlfriend had bestowed on his penis—was up and at ’em, at the ready to do whatever his master bade.
“Come here, you crazy sex maniac,” Venus crooned.
Yeah, like she could talk.
He headed for the bed, and the soft, sexy, comforting warmth of his girlfriend. The same girlfriend he’d cheated on earlier that day.
Shit! Better make it up to her, he thought, quickly forgetting about his bruised and battered body. Better be ready to rock and roll all night long .
And while Billy was making out with one of the most famous women in the world, Alex Woods was drinking Jack Daniel’s on the rocks at a bikers’ hangout somewhere in the mountains off the Pacific Coast Highway. He didn’t feel like going home to his architecturally
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