Hollywood After Dark Ch. 01

Petty wore a dress decorated with sunflowers, her blond hair hanging over her shoulders as she worked, a pair of sneakers on her feet leading down from her long, thin legs. She hadn't noticed me come in, so I simply walked to the front and took a seat at the empty table next to the middle aged couple. They looked a hesitantly at me, perhaps because of my size, but I flashed them an innocent smile and they seemed to relax, the woman especially, her large glasses sliding back on her nose.

Lugging the speaker onto the stage, Petty set it down with a loud thud that made a few people glance up from their conversations, just for a moment. Taking a seat on the chair next to the speaker, she extended her long arm and pulled the microphone down and closer to her. Settling back against the chair, she cleared her throat.

"Ahem. Hi, my name is Petty and I'm here to play a few songs for you," she said. There was a soft, muted clap from the back of the room but otherwise it was quiet as it had been when I walked in. Petty spotted me and flashed me a quick smile, the kind of smile that lovers use to melt each others hearts and then resettled the guitar on her lap.

For the next thirty minutes or so, Petty played a handful of her own songs and a few covers from artists like Joan Jett and Melissa Etheridge, all to modest and polite clapping from the audience. They seemed disinterested in her playing, but I tried to make her feel better by clapping enthusiastically after each song. I looked past the limited vocal range she had and the few times her voice cracked, trying to be as supportive as possible for her. Her singing wasn't exactly bad, but I knew she had a long way to go before she had any hope of a record deal. She was set to launch into another song when I noticed a man dressed in a matching pair of trendy slacks and shirt motioning to her to clear out. He was the owner, a young guy in his twenties probably and though I had seen him a few times before in the place, he had never said a word to me or Petty.

Petty awkwardly looked down at the floor, trying to decide if she wanted to start another song but thought against it, standing up and unplugging her guitar before carrying it and the speaker off stage. I rose from the table and walked over to her, helping her lift the speaker off. Just as soon as she had exited the stage, a balding man with glasses and a book of poetry took her seat, making himself comfortable smugly as he opened the book to read.

"Hey there," I said, leaning down to kiss her head as she squatted in front of the equipment, undoing the wires. "You were great tonight. Better than last week even I think," I said to her.

"Thanks. I blew some notes, I don't know if you noticed or not, but I do appreciate the praise," Petty said, smiling up at me.

"I didn't hear them at all. You were wonderful," I lied, lifting the guitar from over her shoulder and holding it by the neck as she finished unhooking the cables and began to wrap them up around her forearm.

"You think so? I really think I need more practice. But gigs like this are good I guess. I'll make sure to thank the Jumping Java in my liner notes on my album," Petty said wistfully, looking off at nothing in particular.

"Here, let me help you with the speaker. You take the guitar and wires, I'll lug this thing out to my trunk," I said, grunting as I bent down to pick up the tattered speaker, it's cloth covering starting to unravel at the seems. Petty watched me as I lifted it up onto my shoulder, stroking my arm as I held it there and steadied myself.

"I knew I kept you around for something," she said with a smile.

"What? To be your roadie?" I grinned back at her, her lithe body moving quickly in front of me as she walked towards the door to hold it open.

The sun had set outside now, a few harsh rays still filtering through over the horizon in the sun's last gasp at the day as I lugged the speaker to my car. I opened the door for Petty and we climbed in, headed home. On the way there, some dark and looming clouds that had been building through out the day finally opened up, and to the sloshing sound of puddles and mud, we drove home in the rain and late night traffic.

The rain was really coming down when we arrived back at our apartment, and we made a mad dash for the door through the sheets that seemed to be coming without let up. Just from going to the car to the apartment, both Petty and my clothes were pretty well soaked as we walked in the door, puddles dripping around our feet.

"I'm going to take a shower to warm up," Petty said, walking past me, pulling her dress over her head. I watched hypnotically as she removed the dress and her panties, leaving her completely naked as she walked through the living room and around the corner to the bathroom. I wrung out my shirt a little bit and plopped down on the couch, surfing channels while I heard the water running in the bathroom behind me.

I stopped on "Entertainment Tonight", who were doing a piece on Antamount, interviewing Mr. Willis and some actors who were working on projects for the studio. I always liked watching these entertainment shows: I felt as if the celebrities were next door neighbors to me, inviting me into their private lives. The fact that I lived in the same city as many of them also furthered this fact and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as the anchor walked through the same studio I had been in earlier in the day. I was so engrossed by the show that it wasn't until I felt Petty's warm hand on my shoulder that I finally removed my gaze from the television.

Turning around, Petty was naked except for a towel that held her long blond hair up away from her head. Her medium sized breasts were a little flushed from the heat of the water but hung perfectly on her narrow chest and slightly jutting hips, her nipples about the size of a quarter on her breasts and a light shade of pink that melded perfectly with her smooth, tan skin.

"The shower's all yours if you want to take one," she said to me, stroking my shoulder through my wet t-shirt.

"Maybe later. Do you want to come watch this with me?" I asked.

"Not really," she said softly, tracing her finger down my arm and across to my chest, where she moved her hand and rubbed gently. "I'd rather do something else, if you catch my drift,"

I looked up at her, a lone drop of water dripping down off of her left ear, a few strands of her blond hair poking out from under the towel. In the occasional crack of thunder outside the window in the kitchen, the light cast her body with a soft blue glow that gave her an unearthly look - a creature of flawless beauty, smiling down at me as if from the heavens.

"I catch it all right," I replied. "And what has brought out this interest all of a sudden, not that I'm really complaining,"

"I don't know. Maybe it was that you clapped the loudest for me tonight, maybe it was the way your big, strong muscles moved my speaker around like it was a baby block. Or maybe it's because I just find delivery men to be incredibly sexy," she cooed at me, stroking my cheek with her hand.

I placed my hand over hers and held it there, looking up at her. "Why Ms. Petty, I believe you are trying to seduce me," I said with a grin, switching my voice to a deep Southern drawl.

"That I am, Mr. Alex. I hope that doesn't upset you," she said, a wicked grin crossing her face, playing along with the accent thing.

"No, not at all," I said to her. "But if that's what the lady wants, that's what the lady is going to get!" I said, jumping up suddenly from the couch and leaping over it. Petty yelped and turned away playfully, running for the bedroom. I padded after her, my wet socks almost causing me to slip as we both laughed and ran into the bedroom. She was about to go for the bed when I dived after her and tackled her by the hips, her firm, tight ass pressed against my chest as we landed with a soft thud on the bed, causing the bed springs to rock.

Petty giggled and rolled over, pretending to force me away.

"Help help," she cried, smiling up at me. "This big strong man is trying to get inside my panties!"

I glanced down between her legs with a grin. "You aren't wearing any panties,"

"Oh my, you are right! Silly me!" Petty said with a laugh. I held myself up over her and began to tickle her sides, making her squirm and laugh with glee as my fingers ran up and down the sides of her warm skin. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she finally gave up the fight and just lay there panting, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard, her chest heaving up and down. The towel around her hair had fallen off in our chase and her wet blond hair spread out in clumps all around her beautiful face, her cheeks red from the laughter.

I leaned down to her lips and kissed her softly, her head rising slightly from the bed to meet the embrace. Our lips touched and our tongues invaded one another, the kiss becoming deeper and hotter by the moment. I moved a hand up to her head and pushed aside an errant strand of hair from her forehead, breaking the kiss to simply look down and marvel at her body: For a girl who didn't work out, she was in great shape. Firm thighs, a flat tummy and a neatly trimmed snatch that was as blond as the hair on her head, the curly puff covering the entrance of her opening.

"I love you Alex," she whispered to me.

"I love you too Petty," I replied, kissing her again. We held our embrace for a moment, her eyes locked with mind. I saw a burning lust deep within them, and I knew from that look that she was anxious to get things going - as was I. Without hesitation, I unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them as my hard cock sprung free, the tip pointing skyward. I wasn't really that big in the dick department - 7 inches, which was something to be proud of I suppose since 6.5 was the average - but I had never heard any complaints by women that I was too small.

Pulling Petty's legs apart gently, I placed her knees up on my shoulders and aligned my hips up with her glistening cunt, a few of the blond hairs wet with her moisture. When I first met her, Petty was a girl who hadn't been too experienced in the sex department, although she had always been able to cum whenever she was fucked. We discovered later on in our relationship that she had an incredibly sensitive clit, one which would make her orgasm after just the slightest bit of attention to the hard little nub. I learned to manipulate this with her and found that just the anticipation and excitement of sex to come was enough to really get her going.

I pressed myself forward onto her, the tip of my prick pressing against her soft and wet channel, feeling her outer lips part for me as I moved inside of her, Petty's lips allowing a soft and low moan to escape from between. She bit down on her lower lip in pleasure as I pushed forward into her more, burying half of my dick inside without much resistance. I felt her calf muscles tighten involuntarily against my shoulders and I knew I had definitely touched on some need she felt inside.

Pulling back slightly, I thrust forward harder into her, making her ass bounce on the bed as the full length of my shaft was enveloped completely inside of her snatch, the warm and wet walls gripping onto me tightly as I held myself inside of her. Petty's eyes were closed tightly and her breathing was becoming quite ragged as I began to fuck her slowly, in and out, always making sure to leave the head of my dick inside and to grind my shaft over her tender and sensitive clit. It didn't take long for Petty to begin to quiver beneath me as I worked in and out of her hot cunt, and I felt the familiar flood of juices inside of her explode like a bursting dam as they came rushing over my cock, her inner walls twitching in excitement.

My hips rocked back and forth against her legs, her toes and feet swaying around by my head as I pistoned in and out of her. I leaned down and licked her breast, the pink nipple hard and salty underneath my tongue. Petty looked up at me, pure lust taking over her body as she watched my mouth move over her breast and chest, the bed shaking beneath us as I fucked her harder and harder. She mouthed out "faster" to me, a look of determination at reaching another orgasm tightening her face. I complied with her wishes and began to put all my weight into fucking her, my prick moving at a blistering rate as it went from the heat of her tight pussy to the cool air of the bedroom rushing over the base of my shaft to back into her cunt. Moaning tremendously now, Petty's head bounced up and down on the pillow, her arms wrapping around my shoulder to pull me closer and deeper into her. I was sweating wildly now but I didn't care - I could feel my own orgasm building inside of my body, my balls tightening up to deliver their steaming load of jizz.

Dropping Petty's legs to the bed finally, I moved my hands underneath her ass and lifted her like a twig off of the bed, holding onto her firm ass cheeks tightly as she rocked her hips in time with my prick, lowering and raising herself off it as the sound of her twat squishing filled the air of the room. Glancing down, I saw her clit was exposed slightly, raising itself out of it's hood and just begging to be touched. I grinned to myself and grunted, shifting Petty's weight to one arm while I moved the other down between her legs to rub her clit. She didn't see this coming, her eyes closed tightly and her head resting on my large shoulder, and when my two fingers grasped onto it gently and began to massage the sensitive little piece of flesh, Petty's body jerked so hard upwards that I thought her head would hit the ceiling. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out as a second, more intense orgasm gripped her and she squeezed her legs around my waist tightly, her pussy juice leaking down from her cunt and down both of our legs.

Moving my hand back away from her clit, I put it at the small of her back and lifted and raised her off of my prick hard, each thrust more pronounced than the last as she slid up and down hard on top of me. I could feel my orgasm coming quickly now and I wanted to savor the feeling of her hot, sticky cunt around my shaft as long as possible before pulling out (that was the last thing we needed, a screaming mouth to feed).

Petty was like a limp rag doll, her head swaying on her shoulders and her face slack with worn out bliss, a small smile on her face as I slid her up and down one final time before quickly putting her on the bed. Petty's eyes opened as I jerked my cock and she dutifully got on her knees in front of me, her mouth open and her small tongue extended as she prepared to take my load.

I gripped the base of my cock hard and then grunted loudly as the first stream of cum shot out, missing Petty's mouth but leaving a long white streak down her left cheek that ended in her blonde hair. The second shot didn't go quite as far, but I did manage to get it squarely into her mouth, the white fluid coating her tongue and her bottom lip. I jerked my cock hard and sprayed two more shots, these hitting her right by her nose and on her chin, coating most of her face in my shiny, sticky cum. I pulled my prick a little more, getting the last little bit of cum to ooze out of the tip of my dick, feeding this last drop to Petty. She licked it off with the tip of her tongue, then used her hand to wipe away all the excess cum she could scrape up off her face, putting the coated and dripping fingers into her mouth before swallowing the entire load with one giant gulp.

She reclined back lazily on the bed for a moment as I caught my breath, a lone drop of cum still managing to dribble out and onto the bottom of the bed sheet. I crawled into bed next to her and laid there stroking her stomach for a moment before she got up to go clean up in the bathroom. Stretching, I put my arm behind my head and reached over to the remote to flip on the television, seeing what was on.

Petty emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing a white cotton robe that was extremely low cut in the breast area and very short at the start of her thighs. She had a cigarette in her hand - a habit I detested, but couldn't deny her since she only seemed to smoke after sex. Besides, the long white stick looked incredibly sexy in her hand, the bluish smoke billowing up from her mouth as she exhaled gently.

Reaching into a bedside table to remove an ashtray, Petty set it on her naked stomach as she enjoyed her cigarette, her cheeks billowing in tightly as she sucked on the little white stick, the hot embers casting a slight bit of light into the dark room. Without saying a word, she reached back into the drawer and pulled out a small baggie, containing two joints of pot and a little bit more of the drug filling up the bottom of the bag. She took one final deep drag on her cigarette and lit a joint for herself, handing the other one to me, along with the lighter.

While I was opposed to her smoking (it will kill you after all), I found nothing wrong with a little bit of grass every now and then, and took a couple of quick hits myself on my joint, the acrid smoke filling my lungs as I held it in long and deep. I finally released the smoke from my mouth, it's ashy contents dissipating in the air along with the smoke from Petty's own joint. Leaning back on the bed, we smoked for a few minutes and talked about her career and work and all that, enjoying the buzz and euphoric feeling of the marijuana as it relaxed my body completely. I grew sleepy from the work of the day and after disposing of the smoked joints, Petty and I turned off the light and went to sleep, her body pressed close to mine as I drifted off into the unconscious world of dreams.

The next morning, I awoke with a start to the sound of the phone ringing out in the living room. At first I thought I had been hearing things - it was only 6:54 in the morning after all - but after rubbing my eyes the ringing continued so I lifted the sheets off of myself and hustled out to the living room to grab it before it stopped ringing, Petty barely stirring in the bed as I slid out.

"Hello?" I said into the mouthpiece, my voice a little raspy and hoarse from the pot the night before.

"Alexander Hilt please," a curt, precise voice said on the other line.

"Speaking," I said with a yawn.

"Mr. Hilt, my name is Gordon Hapsboro and I am calling from Antamount Pictures Inc," the voice said. I felt my heart leap into my throat - had they found my script?

"Yes," I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering a bit. "How can I help you?"

"You quite covertly left a screenplay in the office of our CEO, Mr. Willis, yesterday when I believe you were delivering some packages for Mr. Willis. The night maid found the screen play and gave it to Mr. Willis late last night," Hapsboro said.

There was no point in denying it, so I simply fessed up to it. "Yes, I did. I know it's a sneaky way to handle things and all but," I said, but was cut off.

"We would like to talk to you about your script. Do you have representation?" Hapsboro said, obviously too busy to listen to me try and explain myself.

I paused for a moment. "No, not as of yet. I represent myself currently but if that's a problem then,"

"No problem Mr. Hilt, we just wanted to make sure to contact the appropriate parties regarding this issue. Antamount would like to arrange a meeting with you and your representation, should you receive any, sometime this afternoon. Will this be convenient for you?" Hapsboro said. His voice was dull and unexcited, the exact opposite of the thudding my heart was going through over the fact that my half-baked scheme worked.

"I believe I can come by today, yes. What time did you have in mind?" I asked.