***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
This is a direct sequel to 10 Days in Hollywood and there are existing relationships included that will have started there. You do not need to have read the previous series to understand this story but it does help.
**DISCLAIMER** This story is written to be read by people 18 and over and contain scenes of mature content. The characters may share the names of real people but does not have any relation to their real personalities, probably. If you're offended this kind of material, please do not read and you should probably leave the site.
I walked into the hotel after the transfer from the airport and took a deep intake of breath. After travelling in two taxis, a plane and a bus, it was nice to finally be somewhere with air conditioning, the heatwave in the Mediterranean has been very silly the last few weeks. I had only felt intense heat since leaving the villa in Valletta so it was a relief to have cold air blown on me finally.
For the busiest time of the year, the hotel lobby seemed to be deserted with only four different groups of tourists mingling about as they waited for their own transfers. I looked around and there was no sign of Freya, Karen or the other stars of the film we were due to promote this week.
The person in front of me thanked the clerk and walked off to the lifts allowing me to place my passport onto the desk.
"Bonjour monsieur, how may I help?"
"I'm checking in, I've been told it's room 328. Reserved by Adams Holden Productions."
"Ah, it looks like your room has already been checked in. The note says it was done on your behalf to save time due to interviews. The person is waiting for you, so here is your spare card."
He handed over the keycard to me with a smile.
"The suite is on the fourth floor, enjoy your stay Monsieur Cole."
Cannes 01
Starring Halle Bailey & Emilia Clarke
Featuring Karen Gillan
I pressed the key card against the lock and walked into the suite. There was music filling the room but it sounded like someone singing rather than through any kind of stereo. I placed my bag to the side and walked into the main lounge, I was greeted by a black girl playing a piano. Her voice was beautiful but I was more surprised by what she was wearing.
Her black hair was braided and it had some blonde and purple extensions folded into. The braids dropped down her mostly bare back and stopped just above her arse cheeks. On top, she wore what appeared to be a violet bra and her bottom covered in a bikini style bottom that was see-through and showed the curve of her arse. It appeared to have a good shape but it was difficult to tell as she was sitting down on a stool.
"Hi." I said as she finished the verse.
The playing stopped and she grabbed a quick peek over her shoulder. It was only the briefest of glimpses but she looked cute.
"I hope you didn't mind, I let myself in." She said as her fingers pressed softly against the keys.
"I was told but I'm sure you don't work for my agency or the production company"
"No. That was Sophie. And then she gave me a card to let myself in."
Sophie was the studio's liaison for Cannes, she had been put in charge of my itinerary so that I got to places on time. Despite the fact I directed multi-million pound films, I still couldn't be trusted to turn up to meetings on time without help.
"Okay so who are you and where are your clothes? And why is there a piano in my room?"
"I don't know why there is a piano, that kind of hotel I guess." She answered as she stopped playing. "I'm Halle and I am wearing clothes. Not a lot, I admit but a bra and panties are still clothes. Anyway, I look good in them."
Halle turned around and stood up from the stool. She strolled towards me and I saw the front of the set was as see-through as the back. Her nipples pressed against the bra and I could see the outline of her areolas. The panties were see through enough to show she was clean shaven but her mound was hidden by the material.
Halle stopped in front of me and extended her hand for me to shake. Her hands were soft so I guessed they were freshly moisturised and were much smaller than mine. I wasn't the tallest but I had almost a foot on her in her heels.
"So where are the clothes?"
"They're around." She said with a cheeky smile on her face. "But I don't think they matter so much."
She had a good point.
"So why are you in your underwear in my hotel suite?"
"I heard from a little bird that you were single now. That little bird also said how great you were in bed. I'm single, I'm in town and I thought I'd find out."
Halle crossed the space between us and pulled me down into a kiss. The singer/actress had soft lips as she pressed them to me lightly. Her hands pressed into my chest as we opened our mouths and allowed our tongues to meet.
It only lasted for a few seconds before we pulled apart and our eyes met, a smile on her face.