This is a fictitious story based on some real people. All characters are 18+
My name's Tyrone, but most of the homeboys call me T. I'm 6 foot 2 inches, 270lbs, 27 years old, mostly muscle, tattoed over most of my arms and chest, and endowed with a 10 inch black dick.
I work out in hollywood helping on film sets. I do pretty much whatever they need from bodygaurding to moving around set pieces to picking up and dropping off the stars.
I left home for the bright lights shortly after I turned 18 and have been out here for nearly 10 years.
Even though most people would consider what I do "grunt work" it's given me opportunities I never would have had otherwise.
Plus all the snow-bunny baddies (white girls for those of you who don't know) running around doesn't hurt anything.
I've met tons of famous actors, directors, producers and screen writers. Not to brag but I've made a good name for myself as a reliable helper and a guy who many people want on their set.
This last movie had to have been the best yet tho. I got to work on the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie. That shit was crazy man!
All sorts of famous people running around and shit plus the biggest paycheck I've ever gotten dawg. Definitely the experience of a lifetime.
After filming was wrapped up they did all the red carpet showcase shit then there was a pretty exclusive party to celebrate. Again, since I'm cool with so many people I got an invite.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention Hugh and Ryan are two of the coolest muthafuckas ever! I figured that most big actors and singers would be all stuck up, and some of them are, but those two are dope as fuck.
They are so funny and friendly to everyone. They talk to grunts like me like actual human beings and not like the dirt under their shoes. I've had a little time to talk to both of them and they're just all around amazing people.
Now, as much as I respect Ryan, his wife Blake Lively is a fucking hottie!
I've been with plenty of beautiful white women during the 27 years of my life but none of them come anywhere close to her.
Anyways, back to the party.
I already had a plan of taking some girl home with me tonight so I dressed to the nines. I'm in a dark blue suit that I know is killer with the ladies, expensive black dress shoes, plus a gold rolex and chain.
I make my way around greeting familiar faces and meeting some new ones.
I hear a few calls of, "What's up T!" And respond with my own.
I finally get up to the bar (open bar of course) and get a whiskey neat.
As I look around, Blake catches my eye. She is still in her fiery red hot dress that she wore to the Red Carpet premiere. Everything about her outfit is perfect. The way it hugs her gorgeous body, her bare shoulders and bit of cleavage, her hair done up nicely and that amazing smile.
I've got to admit that she would look amazing blacked. I can feel my length start to harden in my pants just thinking about having her on my cock.
I know that my chances are about one in a million, but if I find my slot you bet your fucking ass I'm taking it!
I order another drink and walk around again socializing but keeping an eye on Blake.
If I get a shot at her tonight I don't want to fuck it up by being too distracted or drunk so I cut myself off after enough to give me a light buzz.
As it gets later most people slip off to hook up or head home. The ones that are left are the big party animals.
I'm surprised when I see Ryan leave but Blake stays behind. I guess It's not crazy to think that she enjoys being part of the party more than him. I know there were many times during filming that he chose to head back to his room instead of going out for drinks or dinner with others on set.
You might think that's different than he portrays himself in movies but I can respect it. He's swarmed with other famous people and fans alike on a daily basis so I can understand that he'd want some time alone to chill.
I focus in on Blake and It's also obvious that she's had a few to drink. I can see her stumble around a bit and laughing loudly at people's drunk attempts at humor.
Eventually she wanders her way upstairs where I know there are bedrooms people use to hook up. I take this as my chance and follow her.
She's wobbling down the empty hall as I come up to her, "Hey Mrs. Blake you alright?" We've had a few simple conversations before but I don't expect her to remember me.
She looks at and giggles, "Tyrone just call me Blake."
I smile and look over her gorgeous body. "I didn't think you knew my name Blake."
She slurs her words a bit, "O course I do. I member all the handsome black men I meet."
