Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of either Jessica Alba or Lela Star (even if the latter was a pornographic performer). It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it.
A/N: Hey guys, as many are asking me to write a story on Jessica Alba (Even posting it in the comments of my DA stories) I decided to give in and add a tale to what will now be "Another 'ALBA' story" series. Keep in mind though that this does not continue the two parter I posted before, it is a stand alone story; in fact I started this idea on chyoo but didn't complete it so I thought I should just make a story of it even if it isn't really related. Anyway the idea is to have this in two parts (part1: 'The Rehearsal' and part two: 'The Shoot'). Oh and I just think Lela Star is the hottest pornstar out there so I had to use her! So to those who enjoy my Alba stories, please show your appreciation by commenting at the end -- INYOTEF ;)
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'Well, I suppose first and foremost; we should welcome you and thank you for coming...' 'Please, tell us how long you've been in acting?'
He sat there looking around the boardroom; everything looked expensive... Everything screamed Hollywood; and by some unforeseen fortuitous events, that was where he found himself. He wasn't big on acting, hell all he really did was a few foot commercials. So when he got the call to say that some producers from Paramount Pictures wanted to see him, he was shocked.
Over the phone they had told him that he'd been offered a small part in a new movie by director John Stockwell; (he didn't know the name but after checking the Net he found out it was the guy who directed Into the Blue one of his favourite films) so with that knowledge he had decided not to stare a gift hoarse in the mouth.
...'Acting experience sir?' the producer, a man named Scott Free repeated.
'Eh, huh- sorry,' he mumbled, 'I really don't have much experience, did a few powder commercials for Athlete's Foot, and some Nivea lotion adds as well. And last year I did a small part in a movie playing a rent-a-cop; you know one of those one line deals.'
'I see,' said Scott, 'well this part doesn't require much speaking and it'll be shot in a pretty closed set, using only the amount of personnel needed.'
'Oh,' he replied, he didn't know why but he was really nervous, and even though the room was well air conditioned he was sweating like a pig, 'what is the movie about by the way?'
'It's a drama, called "Desperate Lifestyle,"' said the producer, 'it's about a young woman and single mother raising a child and making a living as a self-employed prostitute; the lead will be played by Jessica Alba.'
'Oh... wow,' he blurt out. Jessica Alba was a long time crush his had since her early days in "Dark Angel." 'Will I get a chance to meet Ms Alba?' he asked, unable to hide the hopeful grin forming on his face.
'Of course, you'll be shooting the opening scene with her,' the producer said, smirking slightly.
'Really? What do I have to do?' he asked now too exited to hold himself in anymore; he never imagined he'd get the opportunity to act alongside his idol.
'What you do right now is read through these forms Ms Alba's lawyers insisted on writing up and sign at the bottom; with that out of the way it's best if you meet up with Ms Alba and her associate tomorrow for her to explain the details.'
He looked over the legal document word for word, including the clause at the bottom; it included things like "take legal action if I record the scene and/or release it to the public," and "Will not look up Ms Alba once the contract is seen through," and the weirdest part was, "I will undergo and submit to an Aids test before filming"- either way he thought a chance like this happened once a lifetime, and besides he had recently gone for a test, so he signed it and handed it over.
'Thank you sir,' the producer said, 'tomorrow a limo will pick you up here at the studio at eight sharp and take you to meet Jessica Alba, please be on time?'
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He hadn't slept a wink; he'd just tossed and turned, just way too exited at the prospects before him. He was actually going to meet Jessica Alba- Damn he couldn't even watch "Into the Blue without sporting a boner- sure she was married with two kids, but hey a guy could fantasies right? Besides he caught her spread for GQ magazine and for a woman who brought two kids into the world she looked insanely gorgeous!
He sat in the Limo as it drove through Downtown LA; they were on their way to an apartment that Paramount had rented for Alba while they were filming. It was the only thing she had asked for; which was a reasonable request; unlike two tons of cherries like some music divas demanded.
It took about twenty minutes given the heavy traffic to arrive at the place. It was a modest building for a celebrity to be staying in; but that was probably the point, as most celebs tried to avoid paparazzi at every turn. The limo driver lead the way into the building to the security desk and told the guard Ms Tills appointment had arrived. The rent-a-cop gave a knowing smile and called up...
'Ms Tills says you can come on up sir; number 24b,' the guard said to him.
He nodded and headed over to the elevator...
'That's the fourth floor,' the guard called out as he entered.
He stood in the elevator as it ascended feeling like a clichéd kid on Christmas- this was it; he was finally going to meet, in his opinion, the sexiest woman in the world! He got out of the elevator and walked down the corridor to the apartment- 24b- and rang the bell; then heard footsteps approaching from inside. The lock clicked and the door swung open, and there she stood- Jessica Alba herself.
She was casually dressed as she stood before his with a warm, pearly white smile on her angelic face. She wore a thin sleeveless cream top (through which her lace bra was clearly visible) and white shorts; and as his eyes ran down her long silky legs he noticed her bare feet in a pair of flip-flops. He shook his head and made himself look back up at her face and noticed that her golden brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail...
'Ms Alba,' he managed to get out.
'Hi,' Alba said, mentioning his name, 'why so formal; call me Jessica...' 'Please, c'mon in.'
It was a modest place, and he imagined Alba was accustomed to a much more lavish lifestyle; but it definitely felt 'homely.' Alba lead the way to the living room where there was a massive custom made white, leather sofa, and sat in it with her foot under her ass, then gestured for him to join her.
'So; I got off the phone with Scott Free like a minute a go and he gave me the rundown of the meeting you had yesterday,' Alba said getting straight to the point.
'Ehm, yeah, I have to say I was surprised that I was called in, like I told the producer I'm just a guy who does commercials, acting is like a part time gig, I'm actually in real estate.'
'Oh really, residential or commercial?' she asked with a smile.
'Res- residential,' he replied (damn, why was he so nervous, he was actually flustering).
'Well I suppose we gotta talk about the scene,' Alba said, bending over and grabbing the glass off ice water on the coffee table and taking a sip... 'Oh sorry, would you like something to drink?' she offered politely.
'Eh, no I'm good; thanks.'
'Damn,' she said looking up at the clock on the wall, 'Lela is running late, she's supposed to have be here ten minutes ago.'
'Lela?' he questioned.
