Jessica Alba - Honestly Stressed

She snickered. "Pierre, are you trying to get me drunk?!"

The mock-wounded look on his face drew a laugh from her. "Jessica, I would never!" he declared dramatically, "The first one always burns, so you can only appreciate a good Tequila on the second one... Besides, if you allow me the observation, you seem like you've had a long day. I'd recommend at least one more drink to take the edge off..."

"Ugh, Pierre you have no idea..." she groaned, the smile she gave him being her honest smile, not the professional one. It felt good to have her stress acknowledged. Almost automatically her fingers picked up the glass. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back "I feel like lately I am always just running from one appointment to the next. And once I've finished my days, someone pops up with another brilliant idea about something I should squeeze into my schedule..."

Realizing she was beginning to rant she quickly stopped herself, biting her lip. She felt slightly embarrassed about the slip-up. She was here to make Pierre feel like her Company was the place to be, not to whine about her tough Hollywood-life. However, when she glanced at him, she got a sympathetic smile. "Tell me about it, Jessica!"

She bit her lip, giving him a hesitant look. "You don't want to hear about my stressful day..."

"Maybe I do!" He lifted his own refilled glass to his lips and threw it back, barely flinching at the strong alcohol, "If it helps you relax and make this evening fun for us..."

She pondered his words, trying to gauge her new drinking partner while sipping at her tequila. He was right, the second glass burned far less and she could appreciate the finer nuances of the exquisite spirit far more, truly enjoying it. Feeling the warming sensation in her stomach, she made her decision. "Fine!" she nodded, figuring that this way she'd definitely get something out of this evening, and if it was only to have a listener for her to vent to, "But stop me if I am getting too whiny!"

He didn't stop her. In fact, Jessica couldn't help but feel impressed with how good of a listener he was as she spelled out all her frustrations, doubts and troubles that had amassed in her turbulent life out to him. Starting with her business ventures, she found herself quickly diverging into her business life as he nodded and listened, his attentive reactions gradually coercing her to open up even more. Soon, her private life, husband and kids were laid out to him as Jessica topped off her own glass with tequila, talking herself into a frenzy. When she finally stopped, twenty minutes later, she couldn't help but feel exhausted, but relieved.

"Damn..." Pierre muttered after a few heavy seconds of silence when she was done, both of them laughing, "I knew your life had to be busy, Jessica, but you really have a lot on your plate."

The acknowledgement of her stressful life was music to her ears and she couldn't help but feel incredibly grateful. "And tomorrow I'll catch my plane before the sun even rises and the whole hamster wheel starts anew..."

The Frenchman made a sympathetic noise. "Mon Dieu, Jessica! You need to relax!"

"You've got a point, Pierre. I'll do that when I am retired..."

"No, no, no, ma vide-couilles, you need to take your breaks! Self-care is important!" Pierre chided her. "In fact, I have a proposition for you..."

"You do?" she cocked an eyebrow, giving the man a testing smile, which immediately turned into an intrigued gasp when he reached into his suit pocket and produced a small, tightly rolled joint.

"Pierre, you can't be serious!" she chided, an amused smirk on her lips as she leaned in, carefully glancing towards the waiting staff who hung around at the bar, not paying them any mind.

"Come on..." the Frenchman teased, a boyish grin on his face as he playfully waved the joint back and forth in front of her face, "Don't tell me you never indulged."

"Of course, I have!" she blushed, realizing she was defending herself a little too intensely and lowered her voice before adding, "When I was younger. I am a mother, a role model! Is... is that even legal here?!"

"Who knows... who cares! I'll tell you something though," Pierre gave her a conspiratorial wink as he put the joint between his lips, then fished a shiny, metal lighter from his pocket, "You share this joint with me and I will sign with your company!"

The words took a moment to sink in and Jessica was speechless, captivated by the man's calm confidence as he stared back at her, apparently perfectly at ease. She hadn't smoked weed in years. Of course, she had done it in the past, she was a famous actress and had attended some spectacular parties. In fact, she had experimented with some other substances as well, but that had been years ago. Now she was the face of her company. A photo of her lighting up a blunt with some strange, attractive man late at night in a European hotel would raise questions that were unbecoming to a woman of her stature. She bit her lip, her mind racing. On the other hand, Honest really needed this hire. If all it took was to have a relaxing joint with this man, she could easily manage that!

Swallowing hard, she made her decision. Lifting her finger, she pointed at him, making sure he understood how serious she was. "If I do this, you'll sign with us?!"

He smiled. "If you smoke this one with me, I'll sign whatever you want..."

She gave him a piercing look, then sighed in, giving in. "Alright, Mr. Gane, you win! But we're not doing this here! I'm not going to smoke weed in fucking public!"

"Naturally!" The Frenchman grinned, extremely satisfied with the turn of events.

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"Goddamn, look at that fucking chaos out there..." Jessica muttered as she let herself fall onto the big soft bed, scooting backwards until her butt pushed up snugly into the soft pillow and her back rested comfortably against the fancy headpiece.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?!" Pierre mumbled, sitting next to her as he flicked on the lighter and touched it to the tip of the thick joint. The thick, sweet musk of the exquisite weed immediately filled the room.

Staring out of the large windows, they watched in silence for a moment as large, heavy flakes of snow danced and rushed past, briefly illuminated by the light of Jessica's hotel room. The medium-sized balcony along with the railings and the two wooden loungers that had been set up outside, were covered in almost a foot of fresh, immaculate whiteness by now, giving the scene a certain feel of mysterious serenity.

Just like the rest of the hotel, Jessica's room was modern and sleek in a certain way, yet completely unremarkable. A big bed, a seating group with a white leather couch and two armchairs that looked like they weren't designed to be comfortable, as well as a tv, mini bar and small fridge. The adjoining bathroom had a walk-in shower as well as the jacuzzi that Jessica had been looking forward to. She was only spending two nights here and was likely she was going to forget her stay here as soon as she closed the room door behind herself, her suitcase already standing next to the door, ready to go.

Jessica had dropped her bags off at the side of the bed while Pierre had set his large reflex camera down on the nightstand and the two of them had made themselves comfortable as soon as they had entered the room, both of them kicking off their shoes. After a moment of consideration, Jessica had shrugged her blazer off, feeling at ease enough to sit next to the Frenchman in only her flimsy top and stylish pants. As she had done so, she had noticed Pierre's eyes take in the swell of her breasts, the outline of her bra clearly visible beneath the flimsy cotton, but she realized to her own surprise that she didn't mind that. The strong alcohol she had consumed as well as her sympathy for the man put her at ease and the blatant stare that usually would have been off-putting didn't bother her at all.

"Give me that!" she demanded, taking the blunt from Pierre's fingers after a few moments and taking a deep drag. Her eyes almost fluttered as soft, sweet smoke filled her lungs up, scratching the back of her throat. She coughed, eyes tearing up, having overestimated herself after years of abstinence, and Pierre chuckled next to her.

"Being a bit greedy there!"

"Yep," she croaked, then joined his snicker. As per usual, she had been too ambitious for her own good. Using her thumb, she carefully wiped the tears of her cheeks, then made a second attempt, inhaling slower this time. Now, she managed to control herself, holding the smoke in her lungs for a couple of seconds, then blew a heavy cloud out into the room. "This is some strong stuff!"

"It is," Pierre confirmed, taking a sip of Tequila straight from the bottle he had brought along from the bar. "The gourmet shit..."

For a while, they just sat on the bed and passed the joint back and forth, taking two or three drags before passing it on. Jessica let her head drop backwards, leaning against the wall behind the bed. Closing her eyes, she let herself enjoy the strange numbness that slowly overtook her frame as the herb began to affect her. A tingling sensation spread through her frame, making her consciously feel every part of her body, intensifying around her most sensitive regions. Jessica bit her lip to stifle a moan as she felt her nipples harden, poking against the silky fabric of her black bra. This certainly wasn't a side effect she had experienced before.

"It's good, isn't it?" Pierre smirked, handing her the joint.

Jessica smiled widely, basking in the welcome stress relief. "Oh, fuck yeah! Really helps getting rid of the tension..."

Pierre watched as the Latina subconsciously rubbed the area where the back of her neck met her shoulders, her soft, round breasts shaking enticingly with the movement of your arm. "You're tense, huh?! Come on, scoot forward, Jessica. Let me massage your shoulders a little..."

Jessica opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she didn't. She could feel her own heartbeat, hypersensitive to the moment with alcohol and THC coursing through her veins. Somehow, the fact that he hadn't as much offered to rub her shoulders but he had told her he would, really got to her. Surprising herself, she felt compelled to comply. She wasn't usually the meek follower of directions yet she reasoned that the weed and the man's charisma were playing a part in her untypical behavior.

"O... okay!" her mouth was dry and her movements felt slow and clumsy as she shuffled forward and away from the wall, allowing the Frenchman to slide behind her. She couldn't exactly say what she was doing. Standing up for herself had never really been a problem for her, as a young actress in Hollywood you learned to hold your ground or the business would swallow you up, yet here she found herself acting strangely. Letting a man that wasn't her husband rub her shoulders while alone on a hotel room bed was something she'd never thought she'd do, yet when Pierre's strong, amazingly warm hands grabbed her shoulders and firmly dug his thumbs into the sleek musculature of her trapezii, an embarrassingly loud moan escaped her lips.

Pierre allowed himself a wide grin as he began to knead the strong, yet exquisitely feminine muscles. The evening was going even better than he could have hoped. He had met Jessica Alba barely an hour ago and now he already had her in bed, purring like a kitten at his skillful hands. The actress literally seemed to melt away in his hands as he gradually and skillfully worked her over, slowly but surely rubbing the little knots out of her tissue.

Jessica groaned with bliss. Her eyes fluttered as she lifted the joint to her lips, sucking one last drag out of it before extinguishing it in the small saucer she had set up for that very purpose on the nightstand next to her before she allowed herself to fully indulge in the firm kneading treatment this man was treating her to. Her head tilted to the side as Pierre hit an especially good spot and the high-pitched gasp of pleasure was a telltale sign enough for the man to return to the well several times.

"Yeah, just like that" she mumbled dreamily, feeling more than a little pampered at the moment as she was grabbed and kneaded by this strong man. She was feeling like she hadn't felt in ages.

"Let me get these out of the way!" Pierre whispered and without waiting even for her to reply he gently hooked his fingers into the straps of her top and bra and swiftly swept them off her shoulders to get them out of the way before attacking her sleek muscles again.

Jessica's nostrils flared as her clothes were rearranged, feeling very bare and exposed for a moment. However, before her hazy mind could even formulate her position towards this, the blissful pleasure that his hands awakened inside her washed away all thought of something else and instead a little, girly whine escaped her lips. It seemed like he just knew how to touch her, play her feminine body like an instrument as he worked his digits up and down along her upper spine and she felt her body responding. There was a warmth between her legs that seemed to intensify with every passing moment, her pussy responding to the firm touches in its natural way. She was getting wet!

She was under no illusions what he was doing. She was high, but she damn sure wasn't stupid. He wasn't the type of man to offer a woman a massage with no ulterior motives. Pierre wanted to fuck her. However, while this thought usually made her retreat from a situation and put her foot down, the waves of THC-laced endorphins he was sending through her body had made her far more docile. It wasn't like she was actually going to have sex with this man, she reasoned with herself, she was just getting a massage. Then again, a voice deep inside her argued, it would feel good to feel this man inside her, stretch out her pussy, really pound her...

BZZZZZ!

"Oh shit!" Jessica almost screamed, as the sound of her phone vibrating inside her blazer pocket over on one of the armchairs ripped right through the pleasurable haze that had engulfed her mind. Jerking up into a straight position, her eyes went wide as a sudden realization hit her of how she was acting. Panicking, she jumped up and off the bed, hurrying over towards where her phone rang while not realizing that the sudden motion had caused her right breast to pop out of her bra. With her top already in disarray, her stiff, hazel-colored nipple peeked out over the top and as the actress grabbed her phone and turned towards Pierre, she was utterly unaware of her wardrobe malfunction. It was only when she saw his wide, shameless grin that she looked down and blushed. She quickly fixed her clothing and turned away from the Frenchman, sliding the answer button on the touchscreen of her phone.

"H-hello?!" her heart was racing, the chilling rush of panic feeling like she had just taken a cold plunge after a sauna.

"Hey, Jess!" Mark's voice on the other end of the line was cheerful as usual.

"Oh, h-hey Mark!" Jessica swallowed hard. Swiping a few loose strands of hair behind her ear she closed her eyes to try and collect herself, but found that the room was still spinning. After the brief jolt of clarity, she felt herself slide back into the haze. Not only that, but the surge of adrenaline now mixed into the cocktail of hormones currently racing through her system and seemed to double the potency of the rush. She had to concentrate to get her words out. Was she slurring or was she imagining things? "What's up?"

"I just wanted to check in, see how your meeting went..." Mark chirped, totally oblivious to her turmoiled state. "Pierre's quite the character, huh?!"

"Yeah, yeah, really well, thanks. We had a few drinks and I am back at my room now," she rambled. None of it was a lie, making the words easier to get out as she tried her hardest to focus and keep her handle on things.

"That's great, Jess, really! If Pierre liked you, I feel like we really got our foot in the door on that one! Really great job, thank you! Now, tomorrow when you come back to the states you have a stopover in New York. It would be really beneficial for us if you could use that time to..."

She was about to groan, already feeling the cursed tenseness cutting through the relaying state of her being when suddenly, without warning, the phone was ripped from her hand.

"Wha..." startled, she spun around, her eyes going wide with surprise when she found Pierre standing right in front of her and in her personal space. He cut off Mark's next assignment with a swish of his thumb, then tossed her phone aside carelessly. Jessica didn't even have the time to protest as he stepped in closer and grabbed the back of her head firmly with both hands. She let out a muffled squeak of surprise when the Frenchman closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers.

Caught completely off guard, the actress didn't even protest and let it happen as she was passionately kissed. Her mouth opened almost on instinct, letting his teasing tongue inside while she stood bolt upright, utterly overwhelmed by the moment. She could hear herself moan, amazed by how much her own voice sounded like she enjoyed it, but even while she was surprised, she felt her body melt into the kiss. His touch was amazing, his strong hold of her smaller, womanly body made her feel in ways she hadn't felt in years, her pussy tingling. She felt dominated, yet in her current state of mind, it was a wonderful sensation and her eyes fluttered closed in bliss.

Jessica wasn't sure when the switch flipped, but soon she found herself kissing the Frenchman back, her tongue working itself into a frenzy. Somewhere, her sluggish mind had simply given up trying to fight what was happening and the actress found herself giving in to her most primal instincts. Even while she knew that this man was taking advantage of her, that she had fallen into his trap, she couldn't find it in herself to stop. Feeling him push her, he turned them around then slowly led her backwards towards the bed, never once breaking the liplock. She gave a muffled moan, knowing where this was headed, yet simply allowed him to force her backwards until her calves hit the side of her bed. She fell, grunting softly as she hit the mattress and Pierre followed her down to land on top of her.

She simply lay there on the bed, arms sprawled out over her head, enjoying the sensations that coursed through her body and letting him have his way with her. As he kissed her, his free hand travelled up and down her body, caressing her curves gently before he moved to cup her breast. A squeak slipped from her mouth as his touch suddenly turned decidedly rougher and his fingers dug into her soft, malleable flesh. She wasn't usually into being dominated, yet now she couldn't help but bask in the moment when Pierre's other hair firmly grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, exposing her sensitive neck to his hungry kisses. She suspected that his weed had something to do with it as well, but it was hard to deny that the groan that she gave as he nibbled on her throat was full of pleasure.

"Aaah!" she squealed, eyes widening when his fingers hooked into the neckline of her top and he unceremoniously yanked it down, exposing her left tit completely. Her arms came up, she didn't even know what she was going to do, but it was a moot point anyway as Pierre had anticipated her move. He caught both her wrists with his free hand and pinned them to the bed above her head, reducing her to watch helplessly as his lips trailed kisses across the silky-smooth, caramel skin of her cleavage. She whimpered as his tongue reached her perky, dime-sized nipple. He circled the small areola teasingly, causing it to pucker up before sucking the whole nipple into his mouth. Jessica gasped and bucked at the sensation, then squealed when he used his teeth to send a sharp bolt of pain through the sensitive flesh.