Part 16, PAPARAZZI
From Part 15,
“The guys are going to go clubbing in Hollywood and asked if we
wanted to go,” Doug replied. “I told them that we’d stay home and let the
‘kids’ have fun.”
“Speak for yourself. I’ve got all my studying done and it might be
fun to get out. Let’s do it.” Brent said, enthusiastically.
“Okay, buddy.” Doug answered. You and Billy can be the
chick-magnets.”
“I don’t think any of us will have any problems,” replied Billy.
“But we can get into the VIP rooms. We can start out at ‘Forbidden’?”
“You’re the leader. In fact, Billy, if we get some photo ops with
some hot women, I’m sure CAM and Sam would approve,” Brent suggested.
“Good idea. Let me make a few phone calls. I know of a few
actresses that we could hang with…just for a while.”
“Use the phone in the den,” Brent suggested.
~~~~~~~
BILLY
Walking into the den, I found the
portable phone receiver on a side table. ‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘I better pinch
myself to make sure this isn’t a dream.’ Always leery of a blind date, I
couldn’t believe how l lucked out meeting Jim. This was definitely not a ‘fast
fuck-thank you’ evening. ‘Mom was always bugging me to date someone Jewish,’ I
mused.
I pulled out my black book and found
the cell number I wanted. I dialed, and it was picked up on the third
ring. “Brenda, this is Billy. Sounds
noisy…where are you.” Brenda Silvia was a popular co-cast member on ‘Heaven.’
~~~ “Billy, we’re at ‘Shadows’. It’s
okay, but nothing really happening.”
“Who’s ‘we’?”
~~~ “Sissy and Karen. We’re just out to
have a good time.” Sissy Spencer was a fellow cast member. Karen Divine was a
talented, young actress who was starting to make a name in film.
“I’ve just finished dinner with some
good friends and figured that we’d head over to ‘Forbidden’ for a little
clubbing. Thought maybe we could kill a couple of birds with one stone.”
~~~ “What’s the plan, Billy? I can hear
your mind grinding over the phone,” she said with a giggle.
“I know we could all use a little
positive face time in the ‘mags’ and on TV. It’s about 10:00 p.m. Why don’t I
call our agent and have him alert some of his press friends that we’re all
going to be arriving at ‘Forbidden’ at 11:00 p.m.? We can pick you up where you
are now and all arrive together. Kind of a one-hour date night.”
~~~ “That sounds like a plan. Give me a
sec to check with the others.” There was a momentary pause. “Billy, you’re on.
Your friends aren’t dogs, are they?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Hey, I’m a quality guy. You won’t be
disappointed. See ya in about an hour. Bye, bye.” ‘Will they be surprised when
they see who I have in tow,’ I thought, with a satisfied smile. I flipped the
page and found my agent’s number. He picked up after one ring.
~~~ “Whazzup, Billy? It’s pretty late
on a Saturday,” Garth Brill said, a little grouchy.
“Sorry, Garth. I need some press to
take some arrival pictures at a club tonight. I’ll be with Brenda, Sissy, and
Karen Divine.” Garth represented Brenda, Sissy and me.
~~~ “Okay, buddy, let me see what I can
do,” he responded, not too enthusiastically.
“Garth, this is important. I don’t
think Sam Barron would find this amusing if this doesn’t get handled.’” That
2x4 shoved up his ass should motivate him into action.
~~~ “What’s Sam got to do with this,
Billy?” Garth was clearly annoyed.
“Only, that he’s not going to be very
pleased when he finds out that you dropped the ball getting good publicity for
his number one actor on the rise.”
~~~ “You don’t mean Brad Williams?”
“None other. We all just finished
dinner, and I convinced everyone that it would be fun to go out for a while.”
~~~ “Billy, I’m sorry if I gave you the
impression that I wasn’t on top of it. I’m making calls as soon as we hang up.”
“Thanks, Garth. Bye, bye.” ‘What an
asshole,’ he thought.
I returned to the living room and
joined the guys in coffee. Everyone had finished dessert. “It’s all set. We’re
going to pick up Brenda Silvia, Sissy Spencer and Karen Divine at ‘Shadows’
just before 11:00 p.m. and make a flashy arrival at ‘Forbidden’ for the press
shortly afterwards.”
“You move fast, Billy. I’m impressed,”
Brent said. “The more I think about it, a little exposure with an attractive
lady is probably needed. Since it’ll be seven of us, I’ll drive the Explorer.”
“Here’s what I suggest. I need to
arrive with Brenda. Brent, I suggest you pair off with Karen, and Doug and Jim
can escort Sissy.”
“This sounds too over my head, Billy.
Maybe I should just stay here?” Jim replied, with a concerned expression.
“Nonsense. This is the way it works in
La La. It’s business. After we’re inside, we’ll have fun and go our separate
ways.” I placed my hand over his and squeezed it.
“We’d better hit the road in ten
minutes,” Doug suggested. “The streets really get jammed up around the clubs on
a Saturday night. And I’m going to change into jeans. No one goes to a club in
khakis.” Doug winked as he left the room.
“I’m going to join him. Be right back,”
Brent said.
“Jim, you’re going to have a lot of fun
tonight. The evening is still young.”
“Just for the record, Billy, I’m really
happy we met.”
‘Me, too.”
*****
JIM
‘Fuckin’ A,’ I thought. ‘What a neat
guy.’ I knew that Doug and Brent wouldn’t set me up with a dweeb. But to
introduce me to someone with whom I could develop a friendship wasn’t expected.
“Um, Billy, give me a clue of what
we’re doing. I mean, this is a little overwhelming for a guy from Buffalo.”
“You think a guy like me, from the
Fairfax district, is used to this?” he said with a laugh. “It’s just part of
our professional survival. The big thing is to smile, look directly into the
cameras and act like you’re having a good time. It’s easy.”
“Sez you. I’m going to follow your lead
and try to have fun.”
“That’s the spirit. Hey, guys. Lookin’
good. Ready to hit the clubs?” Billy asked, as Doug and Brent returned. Brent
was now definitely ‘Brad’ in his tight, black sweater tucked into an equally
tight pair of black jeans. Doug opted for 501’s, a light gray tee, and an
unbuttoned white silk shirt.
“Let’s hit the road,” Brent suggested.
We followed him out to the elevator and traveled down to the sub-basement
garage. Within minutes, we were heading east on Wilshire Boulevard before
traversing onto Santa Monica Boulevard by the Beverly Hilton.
“I’m glad that you got the Explorer
washed today,” Doug mentioned. “Hate to see a dirty SUV pull up for the cameras
from ‘Entertainment Tonight’,” he tossed out with a laugh.
“Always planning ahead. Actually, the
only reason I washed it today was to take advantage of a coupon that was
expiring today,” Brent said with a chuckle.
“Listen to Brent, the homemaker. My
baby clips coupons,” Doug replied, causing laughter from all. At Fairfax, Brent
turned left to join Hollywood Boulevard, two blocks ahead. Once maneuvering
right, I figured that we couldn’t be far from Hollywood and the club. We
continued east at a fairly fast clip. As we arrived at the top of a hill, the
lights of downtown Hollywood became closer and brighter.
“We’ll be arriving at ‘Shadow’ in the
next block,” Brent advised. “Billy, after I pull up the curb, would you get out
and find the girls?”
“No problem. They always have good
crowd control. Those big bruisers handling the ropes will make sure we’re not
rushed,” Bill replied. The traffic was now becoming quite heavy as we pulled up
to the club and waited for a Benz coupe to pull away. There were bright lights
and photographers scanning the action. “Brent, this is too good to pass up.
When you see me bring out the girls, why don’t you get out and greet them. The
paparazzi and fans will love it.”
“Yeah, you’re prolly right. I’ve been
pretty reclusive. Guess it’s time to whore it up for the press.” We eased up to
the entrance as the Benz pulled away.
“I can’t believe I’m in the middle of
this,” I said. “This is the wildest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” There were
four guys in black ‘Staff’ T-shirts, who looked like they were the front
defensive line for the Raiders, holding back around 200 fans and people waiting
to be admitted to the club. The photographers were aggressive but respected the
boundaries.
“Here I go. When we return, I’ll get in
the back with Brenda,” Billy said, as he opened the passenger door. There was
general pandemonium as the popular WB TV actor emerged from the SUV. All
smiles, he waved before entering the club.
DOUG
Sitting behind Brent, I patted him on
the back and said, “Happy hetero moments, babe. You up to the mob action? ”
“One for the Gipper,” he replied. “I
don’t mind putting up with this bullshit once in a while. Especially when I
know who is waiting for me when I come home.”
“I’ll always be home ready for you.” I
squeezed his shoulder as I thought about the ‘bullshit’, as he put it. How long
would it be until our ‘secret’ was discovered?
Moments later, Billy re-appeared at the
door as he exited with three gorgeous young women.
“Okay, ‘show biz’, guys,” Brent said,
opening the driver’s door.
“Why don’t I get into the driver’s seat
for the getaway? That way, you and Karen can make an entrance at ‘Forbidden’
from the passenger’s side,” I shouted. Brent turned, gave me thumbs up as he
got out and walked around the front of the SUV to join the exiting party.
Suddenly, screams increased in volume as the crowd recognized him. Flash
cameras began popping when Brent joined his new ‘friends’. Brent was now Brad,
on stage, as he waved at the fans before walking over to Karen. After planting
a kiss on her cheek, he did the same with Brenda and Sissy. Approaching Billy,
the guys traded ‘high fives’. For the next five minutes, the actors posed and
mugged before the cameras. The paparazzi loved their cooperation. These photos
would find their way into People, US, and every entertainment-themed magazine
next week.
“Karen, you get up front with Doug,”
Brent said after he opened the passenger door. A beautiful blond woman,
approximately 23, climbed over to the middle seat. Billy and the others got
into the rear.
“Hi, Doug,” Karen said almost
breathlessly, with a radiant, questioning smile. “Have we met? You look
familiar?”
“Karen, hi,” I replied, extending my
hand. “Could be. I’m the AD on ‘American X’ at Warner’s. As I recall, you’re in
a film there?” With everyone in place, I slowly moved out into traffic.
‘Forbidden’ was only a couple of blocks away. Karen nodded and turned to Brent.
‘Well, honey,’ I thought, ‘I’ve been blown off by better than you’ and smiled
at the double entendre.
“Brad, this is a pleasant surprise.
You’re the man every single woman in America is talking about. I’m really happy
to meet you.” Everyone knew of Brent from his blockbuster recurring role on
‘Friendships’. His first movie, ‘Titanic’, a Di Caprio/Winslet epic, would be
opening in a couple of months, and the trades were very curious about its
success. If it did well, Brent could add another notch to his career.
“Karen, me to. I admire your acting.
Maybe we’ll do something together, sometime?” Brent replied with his mega-watt
smile. Turning to the back seat, he continued, “Listen, since we are now fast friends,
let me introduce you to two guys you don’t know. The driver, Doug Di Marco, is
my best friend and a hot, new assistant director. And the other guy is an old
Buddy from our Navy days, Jim Weiss.” Within moments, Brent had the entire
group in an upbeat, animated mood.
“I’m not quite sure what my agent was
able to scrounge up for press when we arrive. Guess we’ll play it by ear,”
Billy said. He explained the pairing off by couples to the group, and everyone
agreed. “I did call the club and got a spot reserved for us in the VIP lounge.”
“Cool,” said one of the girls as we
edged forward in the Hollywood Boulevard traffic. I felt like a ‘soccer mom’
driving the kids to practice. The guy sitting over by the passenger door was
now Brad for the next hour. As we approached ‘Forbidden’, the crowd appeared to
be twice the size as before. I noticed a couple of TV crew, in addition to the
still camera paparazzi.
”Well, Billy, I think your agent did his job. Looks pretty busy ahead,” I
commented as we approached the club. “I’ll join you curbside after the valet
arrives. God knows you’re going to be busy with the cameras,” I said with a
chuckle. The SUV was now positioned curbside, and the TV lights were trained on
the passenger side. The fans and clubbers anxiously awaited the doors of the
SUV to be opened so that the occupants would be revealed. They knew, from the
TV camera positions and the increased security, someone important was arriving.
“Okay, troops, show time,” said Brent,
as he opened the door and stepped out on the curb. Screams and general
pandemonium erupted. He waved to the various banks of cameras and helped out
Karen Divine. The general excitement continued as the back door opened, and
Billy emerged with the rest of the entourage.
Loyal fans, into the celebrity arrival scene, had won the lottery. I
walked around and joined the group. I got several ‘who the fuck are you’ looks.
Brent, Billy and the girls were on a roll. Jim was gleefully in for the ride.
“I guess the TV crews got enough,”
Billy said, as the lights were turned off. All of us had literally been on
constant pose patrol for five minutes. We paired off: Brent and Karen, Billy
and Brenda, and Sissy with Jim and me. I was amused when Brent lightly kissed
Karen’s cheek. I had another cheek in mind for Brent, later tonight. One large
doorman came over to Brent and spoke something into his ear. Brent nodded ‘yes’
and walked over to the fans. With two security men in the 6’5”, 300-pound
range, Brent proceeded to sign autographs.
I remembered him mentioning Sam
Barron’s words about never forgetting his fans. In the eyes of the jaded photo
press – the paparazzi – Brent/Brad had signaled that he understood the
relationship between this mythical star-worship and the celebrity’s
responsibility to accept…and feed it. In one defining moment, the Brad Williams
persona achieved permanent Hollywood ‘gravitas’ in the eyes of the professional
press and photographers. It was a win-win situation.
*****
BRENT
‘Whew,’ I thought, as we returned to
the condo, ‘that was quite a workout.’ Karen and I had a great time. It turned
out that she was really tight with a medical student at UCLA and would probably
‘marry’ some day. The problem was gender. She confided that dating an African
American woman doctor-to-be was not the best image for a young, serious actress
trying to find traction. We established an alliance to be available for
‘public’ dates. Although I didn’t mention my relationship with Doug, she picked
up vibes. In fact, once in the club, she warmed up to my partner and apologized
for any misunderstanding earlier.
“That was quite a night,” Doug said, as
we quietly got undressed. “I haven’t danced that much since Memphis.”
“Speaking of Memphis. I think Jim got a
real eye-opener of Hollywood night life,” I replied.
“Well, with Billy dragging him home, I
don’t think that Jim’s ‘night life’ is going to end, except up his.” We both
laughed at Doug’s meaning.
“I gotta admit that Billy had a great
idea. Great PR. You weren’t put off by that circus, were you?” I looked at Doug
with concern, after checking him out as he stood in repose without a stitch on.
‘God,’ I considered, ‘did he look hot.’ I pulled down my briefs and stepped out
of them.
“Babe, only if we couldn’t have these
private moments would I be put off,” Doug replied as he pulled our two nude
bodies together. He cupped the palms of his hands around my buns and ground his
crotch into mine.
“This will never end, Hon,” I replied
before he aggressively lunged in to capture my lips with his. Our tongues, in
well-rehearsed choreography, twisted and darted around each other’s oral
cavity. I felt movement in the crotch area as two friends were waking up.
“Brent, I want you. I want you tonight
more than ever,” Doug breathlessly whispered in my ear. We walked over to the
bed and drew down the covers. I entered first and lay down on my back.
“You got me. Tonight and every other
night,” I said as I lowered the lighting from the bedside control. My hard cock
was now at full mast, running up to my navel. Looking at Doug, it was not
difficult to make out his fuck missile, firm as steel, with the head starting
to glisten as pre-cum drooled from his piss slit.
“As long as we can be ‘good old Brent
and Doug’ at moments like this, I can put up with the ‘circus’, as you put it.”
He bent down and started kissing my inner-thighs while his hand began stroking
my firm penis. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair when he moved up to my
balls. I shuddered when he took my orbs into his mouth…one at a time.
“Suck that cock, lover. Get me
rockin’,” I hoarsely commanded.
“I’m going to rock you all over
tonight. I hope you don’t have to sit down tomorrow,” he responded with a
chuckle. He kissed his way up my shaft and started licking my dripping
cockhead. I momentarily tensed when he placed his hand on my stomach. He traced
the trail of my hair from my navel to the trimmed pubic area as he took my cock
completely. Plunging down until his nose came in contact with his hand, Doug
grabbed me at the base. He started stroking me orally while the free hand found
its way to my perineum.
“Here, babe. Ya need this,” I said,
handing him a bottle of lube. He rose up and winked as he grabbed the Wet. I
raised my spread legs to my chest to allow Doug and his well-trained tongue
easy access. Knowing his preference for tidiness, I had cleaned down there
earlier in anticipation of this moment.
“Looks like I gotta check the
shutter-speed,” Doug said as he brought his head between my legs into a very
willing pucker. I held my body in place while his hot tongue started lapping
around the wrinkly surface.
“Ohhh,” I moaned as his pointed tongue
moved into my outer ring. I relaxed as he plunged in and went as far as he
could go. “I want the real thing…now.” He brought his body back up and leaned
to kiss me.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied
with a wink. Uncapping the bottle, I felt the coolness of the lube being
dribbled on my cock. Looking up, I saw that Doug had prepared his slick, hot,
expanded sausage, while working his fingers up my ass. Just enough to moisten
the entrance. After capping the bottle and tossing it aside, he aimed his
missile at the target and I lowered my legs to his shoulders. I felt a little
‘pop’ as he entered. When he moved inward, I gripped my dick and slowly spread the
lube around. It naturally had lost its hardness…temporarily. That problem would
be solved within moments.
“Doug, you’re truly a beautiful man, in
all ways,” I said, looking up at him with a dreamy expression. “Make love to
me, now.” A smile crept over his face as he started the slow forward and
backward motions of his lithe, muscular body.
*****
JIM
As Billy and I lay side-by-side, I
smiled and thought, ‘This was the time, at least in the movies, when the male
partner had a cigarette.’ Here we were, two men, after a late evening of more
than satisfying sex, and neither of us smoked.
“Jim, that was incredible. Where did
you learn all those things?” Billy asked, purring in my ear.
“Oh, Memphis has a few more things
going for it than just cotton and the river,” I replied with a chuckle. Little
did he know that my ‘professors’ lived in the high-rise on Wilshire Boulevard.
“Those Southern boys are not naïve.” I moved over to my side and looked at
Billy. I held my stare and just smiled.
“What?” he asked, with a puzzled frown.
“Nothing. Just that I’m really happy
that you invited me. Happy that I’ve maybe made a friend. Happy that I’m coming
out here for school.”
“I hope you liked the club scene, as
plastic as it is?”
“Hey, what’s not to like? I get to hang
with my old Navy buddies, meet an incredibly nice man, and boogie with three
hot actresses at Hollywood’s ‘in’ club. For a guy from Buffalo and Memphis,
this is pretty neat.” I eased in and kissed his naturally pouting, full lips.
He gently glazed his tongue over mine. This was definitely a ‘was this a great
fuck, or what?’ wind-down moment between two men who, while exhausted, didn’t
want the evening to end.
“I like the guy from Buffalo and
Memphis. Just remember, the whole Billy Forrest façade is just that. I’m in the
acting business, and I’m the product. Beneath the surface, I’m still Artie
Shapiro from Fairfax. It takes being with a ‘real’ guy to bring everything into
perspective. Thanks,” he said, as he moved back for another kiss.
“So, do I call you Billy or Artie?” I
asked, after pulling away slowly.
“I’m used to Billy. I guess I prefer
that, now.”
“Well, I’ve got a hard on. And while
I’d love to fuck again, I’d really prefer to get some shuteye. How about you?”
“After I roll to my side, scoot up and
park that hard dick up my ass crack. That’s a great way to fall asleep. We’ve
got all day tomorrow. I’ll show you the school, and then you can show me what
else you learned in Memphis. Deal?”
“Deal,” I said, stifling a yawn.
“Night, babe.”
“Night.”
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TO BE CONTINUED