Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 90

"Jim, this is Meghan."

She held out her hand "How ya doin', I'm Meghan Trainor." She said in a voice that had just a hint of Stevie Nicks, whiskey-soaked sexiness in it.

"Hi! Good to meet you."

"Jim just started with us, he'll be the new photo guy."

"Oh, cool! Danny told me you'd coming down here for the last shows."

"Yeah, end of tour shows can be something. You always hear about, you know, special guests showing up onstage, that sort of thing."

"Oh, yeah, that would be cool. Maybe I'll get Hailee up with me." She said to someone who appeared to be a road manager.

"I'll see if she's interested." He replied to her as he took out his cellphone "Meghan we need to get to the interview."

"Right, see you later, Jim." She said as she walked off.

As Danny promised, we had dinner before the show and he explained in great detail what plans the Morrison Group had in terms of music representation. "You've really made a smart choice coming on here, Jim. I was in roughly the same place as you when Jackie called me, or should I say recruited me."

"What were you doing?"

"A&R on the west coast for a record company. To say I was miserable is putting it mildly. What about you?"

"I was Photo director for Artists Unlimited, 'til they fired me."

"Why'd they do that? You seemed like a talented guy from what Jackie told me."

"That's what I thought too, apparently my boss thought otherwise."

"Well..." he said as he raised his wine glass in a toast "Here's to new beginnings."

"Cheers, mate."

"Let's see what Ms. Meghan has for a show."

Amidst 12,000 16 year olds, her "Megatrons" as she called them, I felt like the oldest person in the Arena once Meghan hit the stage. But then, I had something they didn't, an all-access pass hanging around my neck. She put on a big show that showed off her voice and since she wasn't a dancer by any means; she smartly left that to others. And she looked great in a sparkly red dress that ended just above her knees and showed off her curves. I was able to get a lot of good photos of her onstage and she gave me some very flirty looks from the stage, especially when she stood alone singing "Like I'm Gonna Lose You". As the show ended, my phone buzzed with a text from Danny telling me to meet him backstage in the V.I.P. area. I made it backstage and found Danny with a bunch of other concert-types.

"Hey, got some big plans! The tour sponsor is having a big beach party tomorrow and we're invited. Interested?"

"Cool, let's go."

"Alright! That's tomorrow, but tonight, we do some Miami style partyin'."

Danny's idea of partying was hitting a South Beach dance club called the Sound System that lived up to its name. I don't think I'd ever been in a place so loud, and this was from a guy who'd seen his share of Aerosmith shows, but that's beside the point. The club was definitely a place that the "beautiful people" of Miami came to see and be seen. Everyone was toned and tanned and decked out in every designer fashion known to man. Danny immediately took me to an upstairs V.I.P. section and introduced me to everyone there but I could barely catch their names. Rather than try to carry on conversations, I made my way to the railing and watched the dancers and got into the throbbing techno music that was alternated with swirling Latin salsa. I loved watching the light show that went with the music and it gave the dancers a strange, hypnotic glow. I turned to my left and saw a gorgeous woman emerge from the shadowy light. She wore a deeply cut white halter top with glittery accents and silky bell bottoms that looked more like pajama pants. Her brown hair gently cascaded around her body. Her eyes narrowed, she looked a little closer at me and smiled widely.

"Jim? Is that you?"

I looked closer at her and realized it was J-Lo herself, Jennifer Lopez.

"What the fuck are you doing down here?" she laughed as she hugged me "I think you're a little out of your element, baby!"

"Yeah, well, maybe I needed a new element." I shrugged.

"So good to see you, baby! Wow!" she immediately wrapped her arm around mine and led me over to her table. To my surprise, Meghan was there along with some others who appeared to be Jennifer's friends. It wasn't as noisy where we were seated so I at least knew who was who. I wound up seated next to Jennifer and Meghan, not a bad place to be. It was good to be just an observer and sip my drink as they chatted. Meghan was in awe of being around Jennifer and couldn't help but want a photo with her, guess who took it?

"The last time I saw Jim, he was taking photos at my home. He did my album cover." Jennifer said with her arm around me.

"No way!" Meghan said with surprise "Was that the big billboard photo?"

"Uh-huh! That shot was just luck, right Jim?" she replied with a little smile that showed she remembered that day very well.

"You could say that." I said shyly. I certainly wasn't gonna tell what happened when I put the camera down.

"Wow, I used to pass by that billboard every day, you looked so glamorous." Meghan added "I wanted to look that cool too."

"Oh you already do!" Jennifer said confidently as under the table her hand moved onto my leg and softly caressed it "Never doubt that. I know Jim doesn't."

"Uh, y-yeah! Why would I?"

Jennifer gave me a sly smile, like she knew just what she was doing. She continued to softly caress my upper leg. She began to slowly move her hand further up 'til it was very close to my crotch. All the while, she continued to casually chat with Meghan and everyone else at the table, what an expert multi-tasker she was. Don't get me wrong, it's a stimulating feeling from someone like her, but I felt I should still be as professional as I could be at times like this. For all I knew, Danny might be trying to court Jennifer as a client at this very moment.

"Hey Jim, did you know Jennifer owns this place?" he said casually.

"You do, I mean, she does?"

Jennifer nodded "Yep, I figured I should plant some more roots down here. My manager convinced me I should do that. I mean, Vegas is great but I think this is where the action really is. C'mon, I'll show you around."

Jennifer walked me around the club pointing out all the ideas she'd put into action. Somehow with the flashing lights, nobody recognized her. I had to admit it, her face and figure looked even more alluring in this light and I couldn't help but pull her a little closer to me. She seemed to feel that way too and when we returned to the stairs leading to the VIP section of the club, she pulled me in close and we kissed deeply. Her eyes were still closed when our lips parted

"Ohhhh, it's been too long baby." She said slowly "I really missed you."

"I missed you, too. We had fun last time."

She gave me that classic smile the world saw and said "We'll have more fun, babe."

Jennifer and I returned to our party upstairs and she immediately had a bottle of champagne brought to our table. Once the cork was popped and glasses filled, she raised her glass and joyously said;

"Here's to Meghan Trainor, our new star!"

Everyone raised their glasses to her and she put a hand to her mouth, like she was trying not to cry tears of joy. Jennifer gave her a hug and she began to laugh through whatever tears there might be. It was definitely a special night for her.

"Just like the Grammy's, huh?" Jennifer said, making Meghan laugh all the more.

"Yeah, and I'm a mess just like on that night!" she sniffled before dissolving into laughter.

"Don't ever stop enjoying it, girl!" someone added

"C'mon, Jim...I'll buy you a drink." Jennifer said as she took my hand again.

Jennifer led me to a bar in the V.I.P. area and we shared shots of Havana Club rum. "Pretty good, huh?"

"Smooth!" I said through coughs, showing how much of a drinker I was "I thought this stuff was like the cigars, you know, illegal?"

"Well, not exactly, we're allowed to sell it here. It'll probably all be legal soon anyway."

"Think you'll go down there to perform?"

"I don't know...no one's asked me that." She replied with a thoughtful look on her face "On the one hand, it's historic but on the other, well..."

"Yeah, I see what you mean."

"Would you go?"

"I hadn't really thought of it, for all I know my boss might already be planning something there."

"The Jackal's on the prowl, huh?" she said casually without even looking at me as she sipped her drink.

"How'd you know that?"

"I know you got canned by Artists Unlimited, you were a hot commodity in town, didn't you know that?"

"I only knew I got the rug pulled out from under me just because I had breakfast with a smart lady."

Jennifer leaned in close to me "So am I a smart lady?"

I could only smile nervously "Oh, well, you...uh...of course you're smart. Why would I say otherwise?"

Jennifer gave me that classic smile she was famous for "C'mon...let's have another shot."

With 2 more glasses worth of Havana's best in us we headed back to the V.I.P. section. Jennifer stopped at the railing that overlooked the huge dance floor and started to sway with the rhythms of the music. I stood behind her and her famous ass was doing a lot of the talking. She drew me closer to her, reaching her arm around my waist. She looked over her shoulder at me and with the swirling blue and red lights her face looked even more beautiful, so much so that we shared a soft kiss. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. Even with the noise of the club I could feel her pleasure. I looked down for a second and saw her hands moving around the waist of her silk pants. She seemed to be loosening them; maybe rum is more filling than I thought? But now she was moving her thumbs inside the waistband, she looked at me with a sly smile and beckoned me with her head, like she wanted to tell me something. I leaned down to hear her.

"Do me, babe." I heard in my ear.

"What?"

"Do me, baby!" she said louder.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think?" she said while showing me that she'd pulled the pants down slightly, revealing an absence of underwear on her famous ass. I was immediately looking around to see if anyone (or any cameras?) was watching. The lighting was dim and smoky but I could see Jennifer's beautiful ass calling to me. I nervously got close to her and tried to unzip my pants as carefully as possible. I caressed her soft skin and slowly reached inside my pants to take my dick out. This had to rank as one of, if not the, craziest thing I'd ever done. But, well, Jennifer was there in front of me. She looked over her shoulder and nodded, she knew what she was doing, all right. As for me, well...

"Do it, hon!" she said again.

I pushed my dick into her pussy from behind. I could somehow feel Jennifer breathe in sharply and hear a sexy "Ohhhhyeahhhh!" from her. But I was in! I slowly began to fuck her, staying close to her and hoping we couldn't be seen. To anyone else in the club we were just 2 people holding one another closely, only in our case it was very closely. Jennifer didn't care, she loved this bit of naughtiness, being illicit, being sexual. I kept fucking her slowly, keeping her body close to me, kissing her neck and hearing her little moans. She reached back to hold my head close to her face and we kissed.

"Keep fucking me..." she said.

I wasn't going to go crazy fucking her this way, it was still so strange to be doing this, and in public too! But Jennifer loved it. I could feel an explosion building inside me. Our breathing was getting more rapid as the beat of the techno music sped up faster and faster. I could hold back no more and exploded inside her pussy. Jennifer's head went back and my arms wrapped tightly around her waist as every drop was squeezed out. I slowly withdrew from her and quickly stuffed my dick back into my pants. Jennifer quickly got her pants back up and the waistband tied. She must've gotten plenty of practice from all the costume changes in her Vegas show. She quickly turned around and hugged me tightly.

"That was fuckin' awesome!" she laughed.

"Never a dull moment with you."

Jennifer laughed uproariously and hugged me again "I've always wanted to do that!"

"I hope nobody saw us."

"I hope somebody did!" she said with a big smile "C'mon let's get back to the table, let's celebrate."

We rejoined our party and Jennifer was immediately in conversation with her people. "Hey, Jim...I didn't get to talk to you much tonight." Meghan said as she slid closer to me. I kinda felt badly, tonight was something of a celebration for her and I'd hardly talked to her. She was the reason I was down here in the first place.

"Oh well, I guess Jennifer wanted to show off this place to me." I replied as I grabbed some water to calm me down a little "I hope I got some good photos of you tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure you did...this body ain't exactly a paparazzo's dream ya know."

"No! Don't be so hard on yourself...you look great."

"Awww, thanks Jimmy!" She said as she playfully put her head on my shoulders "Hey, I know something I wanted to ask...why do they call you 'Hollywood Jim'?"

I swallowed hard and tried to think of a witty answer.

"W-where'd you hear that?"

"Jennifer told me about that, I guess you met her before?"

"Oh well, that...um...it was a name I got in high school 'cause I was always into movies and all. So it just stuck to me."

"Oh yeah? Hmmm, I guess that make sense. Almost sounds like a song title."

"Or a wannabe rapper?"

Meghan laughed at that "Yes! It does!"

"You can be sure of one thing, I ain't no rapper."

"But, uh, you are a cool guy...anybody told you that?" she said giving me a very flirty look that seemed to show she was interested in me.

"Uh, it's been said once or twice."

"Buy me a drink?"

I looked at her with a little suspicion, but it was for a reason.

"Can I see some ID?" I asked.

Meghan stared at me for a second then gripped my arm and we both broke up laughing. She got the joke, and really appreciated it. "Yes, officer I can show ID!" she laughed.

"Then what'll it be, redheaded lady?"

"Rum and coke." She said with a confident smile, like she was feeling sophisticated tonight.

"Gee, what a coincidence, same thing I've been drinking. I can blame what's her name over there for that!" I said to Jennifer who was watching us. She didn't answer, but the knowing smile on her face said it all."

I went to get the drinks and as I stood at the bar saw Jennifer talking to Meghan. Just then my phone buzzed with an incoming text, I pulled the phone out and saw it was a message from one of the entertainment news services;

"Artists Unlimited announces major restructuring in the wake of talent defections."

In the past, seeing that would've sent me into a panic attack. But now I wasn't sure what to think, I was only an observer now. Still the idea of something like this made me wonder what could really be happening there. Should I make discreet inquiries or treat it as ancient history?

"Hey, Hollywood!" I heard behind me "Where's my drink?"

I turned to see Meghan and Jennifer laughing, along with everyone else at the table.

"Hold yer bloomers, girls! I ain't no bartender!" I said with a snarl that only made them laugh even harder.

So now here I was in a new company with new sights and sounds. And on my first "assignment" for them I'd been reunited with a friend who showed her appreciation with an encounter worthy of the Penthouse Forum.

This was a new reality I could get used to.