It was softly resonating in the background- A Supremes song playing wistfully in the living room air.
"Come on, Bobby baby, I know you know how to please hoe’s like me." This was said by the fairly over-tanned girl named Lattice that Mr. De Niro met while filming his latest cinema opus, Analyze Who? with Billy Crystal and Lisa Kudrow. Since Lisa was a little too, well, white for Bobby's taste, he decided to ask the assistant to the script girl, Lattice, over to his place to maybe talk over the picture. When she arrived and heard The Supremes Baby Love on the radio with a partly drunk Robert De Niro on the couch she knew either she was reliving a scene out of Jackie Brown or she would have some duties to fulfill with him, not meaning the script obviously.
"You like this song?" Bobby asked.
"Oh yeah, it really turns me on," said the girl, now before De Niro with a ultra tight halter top and skin tight pant-legs whilst Bobby rocked back and forth in his chair with a bourbon in one hand and himself in the other.
"Oh, it looks like you're ready for a close up, Mr.," said Lattice at the sight of his little Bobby sticking out of his 900 dollar pants.
"Please, just Bobby now. Come here." He then placed a kiss on her full brown lips and held that kiss as a French one for a few minutes.
"Come on, Bobby Baby, you know how to please hoe’s like me."
De Niro stood up as the song drew to an end and brought with him is bourbon and his pants hanging down to his ankles into his bedroom. Without a word, Lattice followed him into his room where the two plopped on the bed and were locked in an embrace, kissing passionately with their tongues.
"Hold on, sweetie," whispered the 2 time Oscar winner as he placed his drink on the nightstand next to the bed and flicked on a light that was right next to the bed as well. The light that came on was a black light, showing around his room were numerous posters, a few of his own movies (Raging Bull, Deer Hunter, Showtime, Meet the Parents) but also black-light posters of men and women in afros coupled together. This could've been unappealing to Lattice, but she didn't care; the aura of the room had her pussy dampening in her leopard skin panties.
The two lovers still kissed while tentatively undressing, Lattice revealing her peach sized tits and full bush, like the cliché of Buckwheat in a head lock, except well groomed to be just a large triangle of hair. It was dampened by her vagina.
"Oh yeah, you feel so good," whispered an aroused De Niro.
