Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 47

"Can your Playboy girl do this?" she said

Julianne Hough slowly raised an arm up and spun around began humping the doorframe with a sexy expression on her face, like she was getting fucked. Then she did a sultry strut towards me, her legs doing tight curls around one another as she got closer and closer to me. I was too stunned to say anything as her hands touched my shoulders and then slowly went down my chest.

"Mmmmm...so nice." She said in that cute voice of hers.

Then she disappeared outside the room, before showing a leg kicking out, then looking around the corner to me and beckoning me with her finger.

"Come on, Jimmy..." she said in her own sweet way "you sexy thang, you!"

She didn't need to ask twice.

I looked around the corner and saw she was against the large window, her arms raised and crossed as she shimmied very snake-like across the window, looking ever so hot before turning around and doing the same movements showing off her beautiful ass to me. I wonder if anyone in the parking lots down below was wondering if the booze wasn't making them see things up above. All I could do was watch as I getting this amazing private show from her. She was enjoying all these moves, it was so unlike what people say her do every week on TV.

She leaned against the window where the couch was and then draped her leg over it, pointing her toes, very ballet-like and then swung it upward into another spin landing atop the couch where she arched her back.

It was incredibly sexy to watch, to say the least.

She rolled down onto the couch, and turned on her side to look at me. Seeing her there reminded me of every Playboy centerfold I'd ever seen. I think she was giving me an exclusive photo-op here. I was actually glad I had no cameras with me. At times like this, the memory takes better photos than any camera could.

"Like that?" she said with a smile

Should I reply with a wise-ass remark or be honest?

"Do you really need to ask?" I replied

Her giggly smile told me I'd said the right thing.

I walked over to her as she lay on the couch and knelt down to kiss her. She slowly lay on her back and I saw her left leg rise up onto the back of the couch. Her face had a look of desire and I knew this was the time.

I climbed atop her and my dick slid inside her, she inhaled deeply and a soft and sexy sigh came from her as I slowly began to fuck her. It felt beautiful. There was no sound around us. The quiet of the room provided the perfect soundtrack as we fucked. Our arms were wrapped around one another as we became one, her breaths and sighs so sexy.

"Yes...oh yessss...yes baby...ohhhhh..." she sighed

This was a girl I wasn't just fucking for the thrill of it, she felt different, sounds like a cliché' I know, but it was true.

She didn't want just a fast banging, she was a romantic and this was certainly the night for it as I did her somewhat harder, her sighs now became gasps.

"Oh yeah! God, yes! Do it! Do it! Do it, Jim do it!" she said faster

I really went at it now, she was into it. And I could feel myself getting into it too. I wished it would never end. But I felt a release coming from inside me.

"So good...oh god...gonna...gonna cum...oh god...ohyeeeeeaahhhhh!" I said with a groan from within.

Julianne cried out in a long slow cry of passion as she felt me within her. She pulled me in even closer to her.

"Yes baby...oh so good...so good...oh baby..." she said in a beautifully loving voice.

Whatever it was I did, she loved it.

We lay on the couch, our breaths slowly returning to normal.

"Jim...that was beautiful." She said to me with a soft kiss.

All I could do was nod. I was still trying to return to normal

"It was...it really was." I finally said to her.

"Maybe we should lie on the bed." She said

"Good idea."

We slowly pulled ourselves up off the couch and went back into the bedroom. Slipping under the covers of the large bed with her was so calming. She immediately snuggled up close to me and I felt a lovely leg wrap itself around me in the darkness of the room and her beautiful face on my chest looking up at me.

"Feel okay, honey?" she said

"Oh, yes...I should be asking you that."

"I feel wonderful, you were so sweet." She said smiling

I held her closer and I thought I heard a sniffle from her. No matter, the feeling of her body against mine was enough as we fell asleep.

Julianne had been very sweet to be with, that's for sure. I hoped we'd see one another on that tour Mike had talked about. I once again felt like a king as I strolled down the hall towards the elevators; dark silk suit, white shirt opened slightly as my tie was missing (Julianne had a nice souvenir of the evening).

Yep, I was Hollywood Jim, alright.

Just then I stumbled on a room service tray on the floor, rebounded off a maid's cart and nearly fell on my face. Once I regained my footing (not to mention pride) I hit the button for the elevator.

Like I said, I'm Hollywood Jim. At least to myself I am.

But right now, I was hungry. I never did use the room Marty had provided for us, I guess being in Julianne's was a suitable upgrade.

It was on to the breakfast buffet!

I probably looked a little out of place in a slightly rumpled silk suit amidst the tourists and giggly kids running around looking for cocoa puffs.

But give me a big plate of breakfast with all the fixings and I'll fit in anywhere.

Just as I'd gotten settled, my cellphone rang

The caller ID said it was "Mimi Sheraton".

"Mimi Sheraton?" I said to myself, Probably Chris' alias of the day, hoping he can catch me with a hangover. I think it was more likely he'd be the one hung over.

"Yes, Mimi?" I answered in a tired voice "what is it now?"

"Hollywood you naughty boy, not coming to kiss me at midnight!"

It was Paris, her voice shocking me back to reality.

"Oh! I, uh...oh brother..." I stammered "I'm in trouble now."

"Yes, you are!" she said in a giggly voice. "Come up and see me before I leave."

"OK, uh, I'll see you in like a half hour?"

"I'll be here" she said in that sweet tone only she had "Suite 2112"

"OK, see you then."

"Bye, babe." She making a kissing sound as she hung up.

My new year is starting off rather well, I thought.

My cellphone rang again a moment later and as I looked at the caller ID, I was taken aback.

The ID said the caller was Roger Sullivan.

Roger Sullivan was a name I knew but had never seen, at least on my phone. Roger was an attorney that Chris had met soon after he first arrived in Los Angeles. As he told it, he'd gotten a speeding ticket and decided to contest the ticket in court. While waiting for his case to be called he watched Roger, whom he'd never met, so skillfully argue his own disputed ticket to the point where the judge began to strongly question the competency of a 10 veteran of the police force and why he hadn't been relegated to a desk job or immediate retirement. Chris knew this was the man to have for his business. Roger was in fact studying for the California bar exam. When he passed the bar and was immediately hired by a sharp LA law firm, East Coast Image was brought along as a client. Roger was definitely a sharpie.

But why was he calling me?

"Jim, where are you now?" he asked in a serious tone

"I'm having a late breakfast at Mohegan Sun."

"So you're still at the hotel? You haven't checked out yet?"

"No, checkout for me isn't 'til like 1, I haven't even been to my room, what's going on?"

"OK, I'm on my way over there now, stay in your room, and whatever you do don't talk to anyone 'til I get there."

"Roger, what the hell's going on?"

"I can't tell you over the phone, just do as I say." His firm tone made me nervous

"Uh, okay I'll be there. Should I call Chris?"

"Jim..." He again said firmly "just do as I say."

All the way up to my room I wondered what could be going on. It must be serious if Roger was coming, especially since he was based in LA and we saw him maybe once a year at the most. His work and ours rarely coincided.

I tried Chris' phone again but got his voicemail.

Now, I was scared

I didn't even look to see how the room was, I was pacing it running over possible reasons for Roger's sudden appearance, and dreading his appearance at the same time.

When I heard his knock on the door, I had to take a series of deep breaths before opening it. It was Roger, all right. He was dressed in a combination of courtroom and golf course. He calmly walked in with a briefcase.

"Hi, wh-what's going on?" I asked, petrified by whatever could be going on.

"Have a seat Jim." He calmly said

I gingerly sat down at the room's table as he opened his briefcase and pulled out a folder, and took a deep breath.

"OK, I might as well tell you straight out." He said

I could feel my hands shaking

"Chris died this morning." He said