Celebrities Gone Wild: Episode One
Scene One: Shannyn Sossamon
My name is Lincoln Sparks, and for the past ten years I have survived Hollywood, becoming a pretty successful screenwriter in the process. If my name doesn't ring a bell, then you're obviously a person who doesn't stick around for the credits after the movie has ended, but I am not offended. Movies are meant to be enjoyed, and actors are meant to be idolized, but screenwriters are meant to be isolated from the glamour and the fame show business allows its stars to glow in.
Whether or not I am known or unknown, what I am about to confess will be appreciated by most of the people living outside the world of celebrities, and probably condemned by everyone living in the star coated galaxy known as Hollywood.
I was twenty-eight years old, and had been in Hollywood for seven years the first time I had a sexual encounter with a celebrity. The actress was a twenty-five year old beauty named Shannyn Sossamon. She was born on October 3, 1979 in Hawaii, and her full name was Shannyn Marie Kahoolani Sossamon, which is really hard to say five times really fast.
I had seen Shannyn in the movies: A Knight's Tale, 40 Days and 40 Nights, The Rules of Attraction, and The Order, and she left her impression in my mind. At the time, I was revising a screenplay I had sold, adding and deleting some scenes at the request of some jag-off director trying to make a name for himself, and thought Shannyn would be perfect for one of the parts in the movie. Because I had earned some respect, but mostly because my last movie had grossed 175 million dollars, I had the right to help choose the cast for my most recent purchased screenplay; it was obligated in the contract I signed.
I contacted Shannyn's agent, and set up a meeting for a Friday morning. I wasn't terribly excited about the meeting-I have met bigger and more stunning stars-but I was mildly nervous anytime I met anybody for the first time. For some reason I kept recalling a scene from The Rules of Attraction; a scene which Shannyn's character is on her hands and knees, getting fucked for the first time by a drunk townie, barely awake, then the guy goes and pukes all over her back. The image was glued to my brain.
I enjoyed the scene because there was a guy in the room, recording them as they had sex. I forgot many things about that movie, but this one scene wouldn't go away. It gave me ideas, crazy, unforgivable ideas. I had the technology to pull it off, and best of all, Shannyn wouldn't even know. I didn't need a second man in the room. All I needed was Shannyn's compliance.
For the next two days, I brooded over what I should do, wondering if I should take such bold chance with my career. The revisions to my screenplay were going nowhere, but writing was the last thing on my mind. I really wanted to experiment with Shannyn, to see if I could pull it off, or I could wait another day, hope for another attractive actress, and either do what I felt could be done, or pussy out like the coward I had become.
After hours of doubt and silent debate, I elected to take advantage of my technology. I was being presumptuous, automatically assuming Shannyn would want to have sex with me, but I also knew Hollywood entertainers well. My last movie had earned a lot of money, and actors and actresses took advantage of the people they considered to be on a roll. The second I contacted Shannyn's agent with a possible role, Shannyn understood sex was expected; if she wanted the part.
When Friday arrived, I had become a nervous wreck, and Shannyn had picked up on my vibes, but didn't say anything. She probably thought I was star struck. We discussed the character Shannyn would be playing, a depressed, young pregnant widow in love with another woman's husband. The woman is six months pregnant and eventually kills the woman, but falls in love with the cop conducting the investigation of the murder. It was a weird story, and probably wouldn't make 175 million dollars, but it would be well reviewed by the critics.
I remembered reading somewhere that Shannyn grew up in Nevada after her family left Hawaii, then she left Nevada with two friends after graduating high school to pursuit dancing careers in Los Angeles. She became a deejay, and was discovered at a birthday party for Jack and Gwyneth Paltrow while helping a friend deejay. The casting director called her six months later, offering a role in A Knight's Tale.
We talked for a few more minutes, about life in general while she smoked a Camel Medium and discarded the ashes on my oak desk, and I watched her defile my desk without a word of complaint. She wanted the part, and now it was time to earn it.
"Out of all the women I have considered, you are my primary choice," I explained. "I just want to make sure you're willing to give this performance all your devotion. I need to know how interested you are."
Shannyn put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and we locked eyes for a tense moment. She was angry because her body would once again have to be sacrificed to get what she wanted, although this time, there would be unforeseen consequences.
"I think I know what I have to do," Shannyn replied in a business like manner.
I smiled widely, showing some teeth. All the nervous energy which had worn out my nerves was deflating. I had never done anything like this before, but like drugs and crime, it was something most celebrities eventually did. Taking advantage of the people you shared the spotlight with was apart of the life.
"Are you going to take off those sunglasses?" she asked.
I shook my head. Shannyn shrugged her shoulders, already used to men doing strange things while they engaged in sex. I'm sure my sunglasses didn't even register on her weirdness scale.
"Do you want to get down to business?" I asked.
"Just remember. You get what you want, I get what I want."
"I know how it works," I assured her. I offered my best bullshit grin while I slid down the zipper on the pants, and fished out my cock with my soft hand. It was already erect. My eyes followed Shannyn as she made her way around to my side of the desk.
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Shannyn's exotic beauty could be contributed to the combination of French, Hawaiian, Dutch, Irish, German, and Filipino ancestry. Although there is no one particular quality which can pin down the actress's appeal, the mesh of heritages is my favorite.
For a moment, my body began to feel weak and my heart began to stutter in my chest. Shannyn was looking down at my cock with no clear expression on her face. I assume she has seen many cocks in her day, and mine wasn't much different. At seven and half inches long, I had an average, forgettable dick, but my dick would eventually haunt Shannyn's career and reputation.
