Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it.
A/N: Guess I'm in the mood to write again. Not too long ago I did a Sin City story and that got the ol' wheels in my perverted head turning for this little parody. To be clear this is part three of a two parter I posted in the "Another Alba Story" series: (1) 'The Rehearsal' (2) 'The Shoot' and now this one (3) 'The Premier. Oh and like with Lela Star in the first story I threw in a special guest; hope you enjoy. And yes; please do comment or e mail –INYOTEF ;)
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A year and six months had gone by...
A year and six months since that day he sat in those plush offices in LA being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity. Since he had met his idol crush, Jessica Alba and been offered a small part in her movie: of course that part was a sex scene in which- and he still can't believe this- in which he actually got to sleep with her. First in a little rehearsal, along y. of fantastical dream. Like it had happened to someone else. But now with TV, radio, and billboards all advertising the independent films imminent release; 'Desperate Lifestyle coming soon'... not to mention all the controversy on the internet with this being Alba's official first fully nude scene; the whole beautiful memory of it all was fresh in his mind a long with the sting of the clause he had signed that he wouldn't see Jessica Alba again after they had shot the scene.
Since then his life was pretty much back to normal, selling homes, and doing parts in commercials and odd TV series as a hot dog vendor or a cop. He'd even had a couple of relationships along the way, a couple being two.
He'd been following all the movie news online and had found out that the Premier would be shot right here in his home town within the next two weeks, which meant the cast would all be present for the red carpet treatment. Ever since he had read about it and saw an interview in which E Entertainment was interviewing the movie's director John Stockwell; he had been contemplating the idea of crashing the event. After all he was technically part of the cast (he even wondered if he would be acknowledged in the credits).
It was a bold endeavor; and if he were caught the legal ramifications would be catastrophic; still the thought of seeing Jessica again was well worth the risk. All in all, it would take him another three days to work up the balls to go through with it.
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He stood across the road on Hollywood Boulevard watching as the paparazzi stood waiting in anticipation for the stars to arrive. He was dressed in his one and only black tuxedo, the one he had worn to his high school prom a few years ago; it was dated and looked it, but he wasn't the type who frequented these types of events after all. It took two hours but finally the slew of celebrities arrived. The first among them were Scott Free, the producer, Mark Walberg who played male lead opposite Jessica, and John Stockwell, the movie's director. Jessica Alba arrived next, getting out of the limo and giving the camera's her world famous smile, and he grinned on seeing her. She was dressed in a golden, glittering strapless nightgown, with open-toed high heels. Her hair tied back in a fancy sort of way; looking every bit the Tinsel Town celeb. She paused and smiled and waved as the many different photographers tried calling out her name to take her picture, while tabloid reporters tried to get her to give statements. He was surprised when he saw actress Rosario Dawson arrive and also smile for the cameras too (She herself also breath taking in tight fitting midnight blue dress).
He decided to use the hustle and commotion to try and slip in unnoticed, and quickly moved through the crowd toward the velvet rope. Giving the security a quick glance, he slipped underneath it and mingled in among the stars trying his best to blend. It was forty-five minutes to the opening credits and everyone was heading on into the theater, and he casually walked in along with the crowd, keeping to the back and trying to figure how he'd past all the ushers. As he turned to get a line or two back he knocked into one of the officials...
'Good evening sir, name please?'
Shit, he thought, busted; so close and yet so far.
'His part of the cast,' said a voice behind him.
He turned and was shocked to see Jessica Alba standing there grinning.
'Oh, sorry Ma'am, eh Miss Alba, I didn't realize,' the official stumbled blabbering an apology.
Alba nodded politely and turned to him, 'shall we?'
'Eh- ehum, 'yes, please,' he said following her into the complex.
'I- I thought you were up front with the rest of the A- listers,' he said, still in shock.
'A guy from GQ Mag held me up, wanted to talk about a photo spread they wanted me to do again, that's how it goes in show business,' Jessica replied rolling her eyes, 'people are all as fake as the fiction we make sometimes. You know how many times producers tried getting in my pants to sell me a role; they never said as much, you know with all the sexual harassment laws, but the innuendoes were there plain as day.'
He didn't know what to say to that so he just smiled and nodded.
'Sorry, knowing I was coming to this picture, my husband and I got into a huge fight. He won't admit it, and I wouldn't ask; but I know it's because I did the nude scene. All this drama at home and I have to come here and fake a smile for the fucking press. I wish I could just sit in bed and eat a huge-ass bowl of ice cream. But no; I gotta do the premier and pitch at the after party and deal with probing questions about why Cash isn't with me tonight. Otherwise, how's things with you?'
'Eh, Same ol' I guess.'
Shit, he thought, maybe being the big movie star wasn't as glamorous as he thought. How could you live like this; having your personal life spread all over the news media for the world to see; it sucked, big time.
Thirty minutes later they were all seated and the room went dark as the Paramount Logo opened up the credits for the movie. And there it was: the opening scene where his character walked into the living room and paid to have sex with Jessica's character. There were a few awkward groans in the cinema as the sex scene played; segments edited into each other showing Mostly Jessica in full nude glory first riding him, then of him working her on the bed in a dimly lit bedroom. He swallowed as his erection swelled, remembering how great it felt doing that scene, even in that closed set with people watching (and even though he had a bit of stage fright), she was- felt- fantastic. The movie itself wasn't all that great, with lackluster performances from some of the minor stars and more than a few plot holes. He sat there thinking, Rotten Tomatoes would probably say it was Jessica Alba's raunchy scene that would put asses in seats in the cinemas, and it wasn't her sex scene with Mark Walberg they'd be talking about.
After the movie premier they all congregated in the foyer where more interviews took place and everyone gave their thoughts on the film; even he got his 60 seconds of fame commenting on how he thought it was an apt depiction of the dilemma and moral complexities facing the working class girl (or some other sophisticated sounding bullshit to that effect). He was having a word with one of the gaffers when he felt a tug on his arm and he turned to see Jessica standing there, again giving a pure smile.
'So, I wanted to ask,' she said, 'are you coming to the after party? We're going up to Mark's pad.'
'Oh, can I..'
'I mean, yeah, yeah I'm going,' he said trying to be cool about the fact that he was actually invited to a celebrity shindig.
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It was a totally happening swaray with all the trimmings. He walked around trying to use his wit and charm to get to know the VIP's thinking that maybe he could use the boost with his acting part-time and make it a more permanent gig. At present he was having a conversation with Jason Statham who was passing through to have a word with Mark Walberg.
'To tell you the truth, Transporter was almost a no go, but that's how it is in show biz, mate, you have your ups and downs,' he was saying.
'Hey, you!' he heard a familiar voice shout out; and since he still had that guilty sting he kind'a knew whoever it was, they were addressing him.
'I thought we had an agreement,' said Scott Free, the movie producer in an irate tone as he walked over, 'a legally binding agreement.'
The producer gripped him by the arm and nudged him out of Statham's company..
'Hey, what the fuck man?' he squirmed, yanking his arm free with an annoyed tug.
'Now, listen; you can't be here, you signed an agreement that you wouldn't see Jessica again on completion of the shoot, now...'
'Hey, Scotty, everything okay here?'
He gave a sigh of relief when Jessica Alba interrupted the disagreement, walking over with none other than her Sin City co-star Rosario Dawson.
