Luck be a Lady Ch. 01

*This is the beginning of what I'd like to be a new ongoing series for me. I have plenty of ideas for this particular series, but would be much obliged to add anything my fans suggest, so let me know what you'd like to see. Also, let me know what you thought of the story so far, good and bad. I hope to have chapter two done within a months time, but it will take less or more time probably depending on the amount of feedback I receive on this one. If no one likes it, then there's not much point in continuing is there?

Feel free to suggest other celebrities for Jake to meet. I'd like to include a new celebrity pretty much every chapter, but will definitely continue his story arc with Rihanna if you all like it. Thank you for your time and support.*

My name's Jake Cutler, and I'm an aspiring actor. Its been a slow and hard road for me thus far; mostly commercials, some small voice acting parts, local plays, and a few small unlisted parts as an extra in some summer movies. However, it seems my luck is changing. I was on my way to a studio where I'd be the love interest of pop-artist Rihanna's new single, "Push Up On Me."

I'd always been a fan of the young singer, both a fan of her body and musical ability. So, needless to say I was pretty excited when I got the call from my agent earlier in the week. This would hopefully expose my face to my target market, young girls who would find me attractive. If they liked me, then chances were better that I'd garner attention from producers and directors looking for leads in their new teen drama movies. Hell, I'd settle for a sidekick role, or even the villain if that's all they'd give me. In this business you can't be picky when you first get started, and I knew that. Once the world saw my talent and I became respected, I'd be able to pick and choose. Until then, I'd do whatever I could to be noticed.

I pulled into the studio's parking lot a few minutes before I was due, and as soon as I approached the door someone was there to lead me into hair and makeup. Not exactly my favorite part of acting due to the time it often took to finish even the simplest makeup, but it was nice to appear quite flawless on camera. After about thirty minutes of precise powder and miniscule adjustments to my hair, which was usually quite mundane, being short and rather fine, I was ready for my costume.

They decided to go with a sort of Justin Timberlake look, perhaps because we had similar builds and facial structures. I ended up in a pair of expensive black slacks and shiny loafers, wearing a business-like white, button-up that was unbuttoned down most of my chest. The matching blazer was unbuttoned as well, and from what I understood, I was supposed to get rid of that quite quickly. Probably my favorite part of the costume was a very expensive Rolex watch, and sparkling chain and charm. My entire outfit had to cost about twice as much as my car did, but I guess nothing less was worthy of dancing beside Rihanna.

Now I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I'd always been a pretty decent dancer, and knowing that I would be booked twice as much if I could dance well, I took several lessons before moving out to L.A. which proved quite beneficial after all. I knew several different styles at this point, but from when I spoke to the director he made it clear I wouldn't need anything all that fancy, just typical club moves, mixed with some tango-elements. It didn't seem very complicated, and they let me spend about twenty minutes with a curvy choreographer while Rihanna was still getting ready with her own costume.

The moves seemed pretty simple, and after two run-throughs I was pretty much set to go. I walked candidly over to the refreshments table and grabbed a bottle of water to take a swig whilst I waited for however long I had to. It wasn't long though, because as I brought my chin down from the swig, my eyes fell upon one of the most gorgeous women that I'd ever seen. She was beautiful. I mean beau-ti-ful! As the sagely Dawson Leery would say she was, "beautiful in the way that beautiful used to actually mean something." As that thought crossed my mind I couldn't help but smile at my own lameness, a lot of my friends always criticized me for being a fan of "Dawson's Creek" but in my opinion that show had all of life's important answers in it. Plus, I identified with the lead role.

Apparently I was smiling a bit too wide, and a bit too long, because as Rihanna's eyes met mine she arched an eyebrow and spoke in her smooth voice, with the sexy Barbadian accident lingering on her lips, "Do you find something funny?"

"Ah... Oh, no. Just a funny thought popped into my head. That's all." As I stood there still smiling I realized what a goober I must look like. "Ah, jeez, I'm sorry. I probably look like a complete jackass don't I?"

With a grin of her own, her brow relaxed and she moved forward a step, "No, no," she laughed and then added, "well a bit. But you're a cute jackass. I like your dimples, and that five o'clock shadow just makes it even sexier." Her golden-brown eyes were locked on mine, and I blinked to stop myself from staring too hard, just as she reached a slender hand forward, "I am Rihanna."

With a short chuckle I nodded, "Oh, I know. I'm a fan of your music, you're quite talented," and as I reached my hand forward to take her soft digits into my heavier and rougher palm I smiled with a small bow of my head and introduced myself, "I'm Jake Cutler, I'll be your dance partner today."

"Well, lucky me," she smiled as I released her hand, and I noticed that her eyes were still studying me quite intently.

"Not to disagree with you, but I'm probably the lucky one," I laughed and took another sip of my water in an attempt to appear more casual and less nervous.

Just then the Director clapped his hands loudly and rose his voice, "Alright people! It's time to make some magic! Where's my sweet little Rihanna?" Rihanna smiled at me with a small wave and turned to approach the director, who was ironically shorter than the 5'10" Barbadian in heels was. "Ah, there you are darling! Okay, positions everyone. Cue the lights and we're ready to shoot!

I immediately moved to where I was supposed to enter from and made note of where the cameras were positioned. As the overhead lights dimmed and the set lights came on, as instructed, the music began and everything started moving. The extras began dancing and grinding like in a real club, they even had a mock bar and everything set up to emulate the club scene. My job was simply to come in and head over to the bar, hand my jacket to my friend and then seem like I'm catching Rihanna's eye from across the dance floor. I did just as I was instructed and then the director yelled, "Cut! Great! You did a great job Jay, we got that part no problem, when we start back up I want you to push your way through the crowd, like a hunter who has found his prey. Got it?"

I nodded to him and he soon started the new scene. Shooting the video was much different than actually dancing with a girl in the club, but luckily I didn't have to change outfits at all, because the only other part was supposed to be right after the club scene, but from what I understood, it would be mixed together. I wasn't really worried about the editing process currently, though.

Damn if it wasn't intimate, I mean she's such a beauty of a girl, at only 20 years old. I mean she was smoking hot when she first started when she was only 17, and the years had only been good to her. I loved her latest taste for short hair, and it was currently done in a very edgy, yet glamorous fashion, still short as it had been most of the summer. Her bangs fell perfectly across her face as she danced with me, not obscuring her beautifully exotic eyes too much. I mean she was truly just perfect, which was partly a compliment to her makeup artists, but mostly a compliment to her genetic makeup. I mean her caramel skin seemed all too flawless, glistening perfectly under the strobe lights. She had the perfect Nigerian nose, and big, luscious lips that were glossed and just looked succulent. I truly had to fight the urge to kiss her as we danced face to face.

As we danced, and I subconsciously followed what the choreographer had shown me, I just kept thinking how amazing it was that I was getting paid for this. I was getting paid to bump and grind with a beautiful celebrity. It was ridiculous, but who the hell was I to complain.

For this part of the video she was wearing some sexy dancing clothes, very pop-ish, which complimented her beautifully. Her top was black, and strapless, and since I'm not hugely into fashion, especially female fashion, I couldn't begin to tell you what the real name for it was, but damn if it didn't show off her tits wonderfully! She was easily a B cup without any amplification, but this shirt made her seem like a high C, easy. Luckily, whenever the part that said, "Come up to my room, you sexy little thing," would play she would back up and coax me forward while bending over, offering quite a glorious view of her cleavage, which I couldn't help but stare at. The shirt cut off a few inches above the hem of her pants, and so it showed off a bit of her caramel midriff, which I had my hands on for a majority of the shoot, sliding my fingers across her slick, glistening skin.

Towards about the middle of the song, I was supposed to pull away and spin the foxy young singer, and when I did she quite skillfully tucked into my arm as if she were made solely to do that, and began grinding back into me quite sexily. The pants she was wearing were a bit loose and black, but when we began dancing in this new position I could feel the form of each round cheek of her ass pushing into my groin, and when I repositioned my hands she dropped down to the ground before sliding back up my legs, and biting my lips was all I could do to keep from springing a full-on boner. Though I knew she could feel my cock swelling a bit in my pants, but what could I do?

We continued to dance back and forth like the choreographer had instructed, and I just hoped that my uncomfortable swelling didn't reflect in my dancing. After several more moments, which felt as if they were going by much too fast, I recognized the climax of the song and knew that the finale was coming up. One of he extras then tried to cut in on the star of the video and myself, and after he whisked her away I pushed through the crowd once more until I found them, tapped the fellow on the shoulder and seemed to sock him right in the jaw. He took the fall quite well and I reached to grasp Rihanna's thin hand and pulled her in a long spin into my arms where I kissed her soundly as the music faded.

When the director hollered, "Cut!" I could feel my body groan, and I broke the wonderful kiss we'd been sharing. Helping Rihanna to gain her footing, I could see the devilish smirk playing across her lips as she stole quick flirting glances at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. The director then approached the two of us, coming through the crowd of clapping extras, "Holy smokes that was hot! You guys have some great chemistry! I'm telling you! We probably don't even need this last scene with the great footage you guys just gave me."

I said my thanks and then Rihanna and I were whisked away into another room which was set up to look like a bedroom. I swear they were just trying to mess with my head, taking me into a bedroom with this gorgeous young woman after one of the most intense dances I'd ever been a part of. However, I knew that this must be the other scene I was supposed to be in because instead of four walls, they had three walls and then cameras.

The director had followed behind us and began explaining what I was supposed to be doing now, "Okay, for this section, you'll be making out." He could obviously see the sheepish grin on my face and looked at me crossly, "Keep it tasteful, huh? Nothing too extreme, just playful kisses and embraces while you begin stripping each other on the bed. Keep all the undergarments on okay? This is PG-13." With that, he made his way behind the camera and left us to wait for the command to begin.

As we waited, we both exchange flirting glances and grins, a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time I felt more comfortable than I did with my ex most of the time. "Alright guys and girls, action!" The music began playing again, perhaps just to relax us, because it wasn't needed for any sort of guidance this time.

It only took us a moment to attack one another, she climbed atop my lap as I was seated upon the edge of the bed and locked lips with me in a passionate kiss. Her soft, full lips melded perfectly with my thinner, firm lips, and she giggled into my mouth as my scruffy beard tickled her a bit. That was the moment that I became intoxicated with her and my hands moved on there own to grasp the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up her abdomen, causing her to break the kiss briefly and raise her arms. The shirt was off, and a lacy black bra was all that stood in my way now, but I had to behave myself, and so I just pulled her back onto me, and her hands soon found the buttons of my shirt, unfastening them rapidly until I was able to shrug the cloth off of my shoulders.

Once my chest was bared, I flipped her over onto her back quite aggressively, flexing my back muscles as I pushed her up the bed a bit, planting kisses along her toned stomach and unbuttoning her pants. When I tugged them off, I laid down on top of her and continued the make out session. I was loving this job. Then Rihanna took control and managed to flip me instead, which I thought was incredibly sexy, and when I was on my back she began kissing and scratching at my smooth chest like quite a little minx. Then she reached back and grabbed a blanket strewn over the corner of the bed and pulled it on top of us, followed by a long sexy series of giggles.

I almost forgot we were acting, and continued groping at her perky bubble butt, until I heard "Cut! Fantastic!" And it wrenched me back into reality, where I immediately let go of the starlet. However, I wasn't the one to get the last grope in, because before she emerged from the sheets, she gave my groin a quick squeeze, and if that wasn't a signal that she wanted me, I don't know what is.

We both emerged red-faced from the scene, and the short director fed us tons of praises. Meanwhile Rihanna began pulling her shirt back on, which allowed me a great look at her mostly bared lower half. Long, sexy caramel legs, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her black satin panties were clinging to the young vulva hidden beneath, and luckily she hadn't pulled off my slacks because I was hardening quickly. Then she turned around, her plump little rear jiggling at me. "Perfection!" I hissed into my mind, completely ignoring whatever the director was saying to me. Then Rihanna bent over to get her pants, and I was forced to shove my hands into my pockets to discreetly readjust my thick, completely rigid cock. Her ass was just magnificent, the creases between it and her luscious thighs driving me wild. I actually had to look away before I lost control.

"Okay," the director was saying, "James, you can head back to wardrobe and return the shirt, pants, shoes and everything. Melissa will have your check for you there."

"It's Jake," I corrected him with a slight annoyance in my voice and Rihanna giggled behind him.

"Ah, I'm sorry my man! Jake Cutler, I'll definitely want to remember that. I can tell you're going to be big in this city pretty soon." He gave me a friendly pat on the back as I went to reach for my shirt.

"Thank you, sir," I told him, but in my head I was thinking, "If you only knew how big I was right now," which brought a coy smile to my lips.

With a tender kiss on the cheek for Rihanna, I said my goodbyes, as did she, and I headed back to wardrobe to get dressed in my own t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. When I had finished changing, the director's assistant, Melissa, handed me my check and thanked me for a good day's work, complimenting me on how great I had been during the filming. I thanked her as well and pocketed my check as I headed toward the lobby.

My keys jingled in my hand as I pulled them from my pocket, entering the lobby, and they continued to jingle a bit as I froze. Apparently waiting for me near the front door of the studio was Rihanna herself, dressed down now, with her hair undone and falling over her ears, no makeup to speak of, aside from some well-done blush and lip gloss. She smiled as she saw me, and stood from the chair she was sitting in. "Hey," was all I could think to say.

"Hey to you," she responded, taking a step toward me and holding up a disc in her left hand. "Randy gave me a rough copy of the video. They're still cutting it and everything, but I thought you might want to watch it." She was quiet for two seconds and then added, "With me?"

What could I say to that other than, "Sure!" An adorable smile beamed across her face at this and she moved even closer to me, hooking her arm onto mine. I'm not sure why I felt a bit star-struck now, when I'd already made out with the sexy celebrity. Perhaps it was because she seemed so much more human now, cutely guiding me through the front doors in her tight yellow t-shirt and casual, flowing black skirt, with some short heels, which had her standing at about my height.

For such a tall girl, she was just adorable on my arm, and I couldn't help thinking how perfect she seemed next to me as I glanced at her flawless features. Stopping in the parking lot she looks around, "Where's your ride?"

"Oh, right, I guess we're going to take my car?"

"Of course, I had my driver bring me here. I wouldn't make you leave your car stranded in this parking lot, silly!" Her Barbadian accent drove me wild, even though it wasn't even all that strong, I loved it.

"That makes sense," I nodded with a smile and then led her over to my navy blue Shelby GT-H. It wasn't exactly my pride and joy, since I wasn't a hugely material guy, but damn what a car that was, especially since I'd helped my cousin rebuild it after I'd bought it in rather poor condition. I was definitely rather proud of it, considering I wasn't a multi-millionaire like my passenger was.

After remotely unlocking the car, I held Rihanna's door open for her, and watched as she tucked her skirt under her butt and slid into the passenger's seat. As she glanced around the interior, she looked up at me just before I shut the door and smiled, "Nice car." grinning sheepishly, I moved around the front and got into my own seat, and started the car with a testosterone-filled roar. As soon as the radio came on, wouldn't you know it, "Push Up On Me" was playing and the two of us began to laugh, and Rihanna immediately changed the channel. I could understand her motives, I'd be pretty tired of hearing myself sing after all of this time as well.

The channel that Rihanna stopped on intrigued me, because it was a local alternative rock channel, my typical musical preference. As I backed out of my spot and got onto the road, I smiled over at her and asked, "So, are you enjoying your career here in America so far?" I was sure she had probably been asked this question hundreds of times by reporters and interviewers, but I was curious.

"Oh, America is a great place. I've had a ton of fun here. It's very different from Barbados, much bigger you know." She looked out of the passenger's window and then back at me, "Should we watch the video at my place or yours?"

It then occurred to me that I was heading home without thinking about it really, and I answered, "Your house, hotel, or wherever, would probably be best. My air conditioning is broken, so we'd just end up getting all sweaty at my place." As I said this, I realized that I wouldn't really mind getting sweaty with this caramel goddess once more and I smiled charmingly, "So I guess I'll need directions."