The rendezvous with Brooke and Ashley was a memory now, and a good one at that.
Chris and I applied ourselves to Tigress' performance at the Miami Film Fest. The show went off as expected. We'd seen it enough times by now to know when our best chance for photos would be. For better or worse, that's how these shows went. The set list was always the same. It was up to us to mix things up photo-wise. But the girls were always good to us, and the festival was good to them. The show ended well after midnight, and with it the festival itself.
We grabbed a drink backstage and rolled off a few more shots before calling it a night. Our plans were for a departure back to LA in the morning. We packed up our gear and headed back to the hotel. Not long after I got in, my cell rang.
"Hey, change of plans." Chris said "Chuck got me a seat on their jet back home, do you wanna leave now with me or go home in the morning on the regular flight?"
"Geez, I'm really beat. I'll stick with the regular flight. Can you take the gear with you?" I replied.
"You got it, I'll be over in a bit."
Chris showed up a few minutes later, grabbed our gear and said he'd see me in LA.
I was asleep before I hit the pillow.
That morning I was getting in my last meal at the breakfast buffet when I received a note at my table that my car was waiting for me.
"My car? What car?" I asked.
"There's a car waiting for you outside, sir." The hotel rep said.
"Oh-kay, I'll be right there." I replied with apprehension.
I grabbed my carry-on bag and followed the man to the main lobby. But we were bypassing the front desk.
"Uh, don't I need to checkout or anything?" I was confused by this sudden change.
"Everything's been taken care of, sir. This way please." The coolly efficient bellman said.
I followed him outside to a large black Lincoln limo, all the while wondering who sprung for this as airport transportation. Tigress' record company? Could it be Chris? That was very unlikely. He'd spring for drinks and meals, but limos? No way! Not unless he was guaranteed as a passenger.
I got my answer when the door was opened and I looked inside.
"Hey, 'Hollywood'. Wanna go for a ride?"
Once again, Paris Hilton had surprised me.
And once again, I was very surprised.
She was wearing a stylish white sun dress, and espadrille shoes. Her blonde hair shimmered, even in the dim light of the Lincoln's interior. Every detail had been taken care of, as usual.
I climbed in, chuckling at how this lady keeps getting the upper hand with me. She was much craftier than I ever imagined.
I gave her a quick kiss and the limo pulled away.
"So what brings you here?" I asked.
"You, of course." She said in that sweet tone. "I told you I'd call you, I just didn't say how I'd call you." And she giggled a little, her smile was luminous, as usual.
"Is this your way of seeing me off?" I asked.
"Well, not exactly. See, we're not going to the airport." She began.
"But I've got a plane back to LA." I said
"And you will be going back." She continued "Just not today."
"Huh?"
"We're going to my place first." She said with a smile.
"Uh, where's that?" I asked as I saw the signs for the A1A highway entrance.
"Palm Beach. I think you deserve a break after all this." She said
"Palm Beach! Wait a minute! Chris left last night, he's expecting me back home-" I said exasperated.
"And you'll get there." She said in a reassuring tone. "I already called him, he's cool with everything. Especially since he'll be doing some more photos for me. I told you how good a job he did and you said-"
"He'd love the work." Remembering our last meeting in Vegas. "OK, OK I get it. But this is just so.."
"Unexpected?" she said
"Yes!" I said
"That's the whole point. I believe you also said that meeting unexpectedly.."
"..Was more fun. Oh, brother." I finished. My own words were being held against me. I realized she had me exactly where she wanted me. And to add insult to injury, she was laughing at my reactions.
I looked at her as she smiled a very crafty smile.
"OK, here's something else I said once." I began, with mock authority.
"Yes?" she said with a giggle in her voice.
"You are a crafty one Ms. Hilton." I smiled
We both laughed and kissed one another.
Paris explained that we'd be driving to the family compound in Palm Beach for "a day or two" as she said. It would be a long drive, hence the limo. Fully stocked with goodies for both of us.
She opened up bottles of orange juice and gave me a donut.
"So, what should I expect? I've never been to a compound before." I asked.
"Well, you can see how the other half lives." She replied.
"Geez, I've seen that in Vegas." I said.
"OK, let's see. There's a big house, private beach, a great pool." She explained wearily before leaning in close to me "and no one there but you and me." She said in a soft and sexy voice as she kissed me.
I knew this was gonna be one ride I'd never forget!
"And I have another surprise for you." She said sweetly.
"Oh?" I replied.
And she pulled up her dress slightly to reveal she had no underwear on, she smiled very sexily at my reaction.
"That is a surprise." I said now leaning in towards her. "and a nice one at that."
She giggled as we kissed much deeper now.
My hand immediately went for her pussy, getting it ready for me.
Once I felt it soft and warm to my touch, my head went under the dress and eagerly kissed her ultra-smooth love nest.
She gasped like I'd never heard before and was clearly surprised how I got down to business, fast.
I shoved my tongue right in there and felt her get wetter by the second. She tasted so sweet. She finally regained enough control to pull my head out.
"It's a long ride to the house, let's make the most of it." She said as she kicked off her shoes. She reached for my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. I worked on getting my jeans off (not as easy to do as you'd think in a moving car) while Paris slipped out of her dress, wow did she look great! We were totally naked now and groping one another like never before. It was so erotic knowing that there were cars passing by us unaware of the activity going on in our limo.
"You sit here, baby." She directed "it's my turn now."
She moved to one of the other seats facing me, spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy.
"Oh, this is nice." She said in a sexy voice as the limo silently hummed along the highway. "I feel so wet now."
She reached for a strawberry and slowly began to eat it, letting the juices drip onto her tits.
I leaned back and spread my legs wide. Then she took a banana, rubbed it along her slit, then slowly licked and ate it.
My dick was getting harder with no assistance from me.
Paris smiled as she saw the results of her handiwork.
She came over and sat on my lap. I kissed and fondled her, rubbing her pussy as she kissed me and whispered dirty words in my ear. She straddled my leg and slowly rubbed herself on it, the friction was making her feel good.
She stopped and dismounted my leg, turned around and went to work on my dick. Fully swallowing it and massaging it with her hands.
"Oh, god you're so good." She said breathlessly.
I felt like a king at that moment, I was sprawled across the seat of a limo with a gorgeous beauty engulfing my dick and telling how good I was.
I laid her across the seat and spread her legs now.
"Ooo, Fuck me Hollywood." she said in that whispery voice.
I was rock hard and slid right into her, she smiled widely as I began thrusting into her, I didn't ease into my rhythm, I wanted to rock and roll!
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh! OH GOD! YES! OH FUCK ME!" she was screaming now. I rammed into her like I never had before, this felt so good and so illicit.
I pulled her off the seat and we fucked with her on my lap. Her head was thrown back and she was apparently in such ecstasy, sounds weren't coming from her. Just staccato cries.
I could feel my explosion building now.
"I'm gonna come soon!" I said breathlessly.
"Don't come in me this time." She said quickly "Tell me when."
"Oh man, now!" I said.
Paris quickly dismounted me and jerked my dick while looking at me.
"Come for Paris, baby!" she said in that sweet, but naughty, voice I'd heard before.
And I exploded. She giggled as I came, licking any residual come off my dick
"Oh, nice!" she said with a big smile. "Did I do that?" she asked in a sweet voice that dissolved into laughter from both of us.
I was totally spent, as expected.
Paris cleaned herself off and curled up with me as we rode along naked to Palm Beach. I looked out the window at the ocean side rushing past us and realized that Paris was asleep in my arms now.
As relaxing as it was to see the ocean this way, I was feeling sleepy myself.
Why fight it, we still had a ways to go.
Paris awakened me with a kiss.
"We're almost there, sleepy head." She said
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I looked out and saw several giant homes pass by us. Paris was almost dressed and handed me my clothes.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked as I got dressed.
She looked at her diamond watch.
"Maybe 2 hours." She replied.
"Whoa, you really take a lot out of a guy." I said, still a little sleepy.
She smiled.
"Oh! There's the house!" she said excitedly.
Indeed it was. The Hilton family estate. It looked like a mansion in Newport, Rhode Island. Stone columns on the front, white stone all around. Against the perfectly manicured green lawn, it seemed to almost glow in the sunlight. I could glimpse the ocean in the distance. The Lincoln crackled as it rolled up the gravel driveway.
