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Codes: MF, Cons, Oral
Celebrity: Jenna Louise Coleman
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Sitting in the rented car that had been especially rented for the evening, I sat in the front seat of the expensive looking vehicle with my newspaper fully extended so I could read all of the articles. It had been a couple of weeks since my last major pickup and my last major sexual experience with the star of British morning television in Holly Willoughby and while I had certainly not forgotten it, it seemed like Holly had done as I hadn't heard from her, or any of her people since then. I had settled with the idea that she had had her fun with me and now I was back to reality. Only problem with having the job I had meant that it was pretty difficult to even get laid regardless of whether she was a celebrity or not.
Still, the money was good and when I had picked up a drunken socialite I'd have a juicy paycheck with tips and I could live easy for a bit longer. Not that I'd be interested in any of that of course. The last time I had gotten laid, it was nuts beyond all sorts of my wildest dreams and I really wasn't sure if anything else would even come close to living up to it.
Reading the paper, I coughed to myself slightly, popping a cough sweet into my mouth and sucking on it while I read the paper, occasionally looking at the dashboard clock that was slowly ticking by. I was sitting in my car outside of a fancy banquet hall in the middle of a nice part of London, not the main area near the famous Leicester Square Theatre but in one of the outer suburbs. The hall looked like it was one of those old libraries that had been converted into more of a meeting place. There were a couple of spotlights that had been anchored to the front of it, two thin beams of light were cutting through the near midnight air and slowly spinning in circles, rotating and drawing attention to the front of the hall. Looking back to my paper, I had finished a couple of lines of the article before I heard a general pattering of noise coming from the front of the hall. Looking out of the car's window, I could see that people were starting to file out of the hall.
The award show must have finished.
Getting out of the driver's seat, I stood up and walked over to the passenger's side door, a hand on the door handle and my eyes looking out towards the people who were filing out of the front of the hall, the people were all making their ways towards their own individual cars and my celebrity guest was nowhere to be seen. I had been briefed on who I needed to pick up, Jenna Louise Coleman, from Doctor Who fame. Looking through the crowd of people, it was there that I saw her being propped up by one of the people who was wearing a tux and one of those big plastic name badge things that covered their official identification. He had an arm around her waist, seeming to keep her upright while he was desperately looking around to try and find whoever was picking her up, me in this case.
Shooting him a wave, both he and Jenna looked over at me and slowly, the two made their way over to me. Jenna seemed to be stumbling a lot but with that grab the guy seemed to have a hold of her on her it did make sense that she would be stumbling a lot as well. The guy managed to get her to the car door and as I pulled open the door for Jenna to get in, the guy shook his head to me.
"You want to watch her mate, she's absolutely wasted."
"Oh I am not!" Jenna protested as she was struggling with the seatbelt harness. Leaning in, I guided her hands to make the seatbelt clip in place and she was now marginally safe. "I've just had a couple."
The guy shot me a look before shaking his head gently. "Whatever man," He started, whispering to me before clapping a hand on my back. "Good luck."
Watching him walk up, I turned to look at Jenna who was trying to focus on her phone. Closing the door on her, I walked back to my driver's seat and pulled out of the parking rink. Moving onto the main street, I rolled down the partition and formally announced myself to her.
"Miss Coleman? My name's Adam Parks. I'm going to be taking you straight home, is that still correct?"
"That's fine Adam, and don't call me Miss Coleman. Makes me sound like I'm fucking sixty!"
Sighing, I nodded my head and pulled out into the horrific London traffic. Of course, the best course of action with the London traffic was to just pretend your car was the only one on the road and you'd need to just go a little slowly and try to inch your way in front of any particular big red bus that was just sitting there being obnoxious and such. Pushing my car forward and joining one of the many glittering rows of car lights, I made sure to keep my eye on the rear view and looking at my passenger who had her eyes open but her eyelids looked incredibly heavy as well. Almost like she was struggling to stay awake. Shaking my head, I tapped in the details on my phone and hit the big red button on my phone's screen to direct me towards Jenna's trendy flat in Soho.
My eyes were focused on the road for a brief moment, my gaze drifting from side to side as I watched all the other idiots on the road try to cram their way home before I could take my passenger home. Shaking my head casually, my eyes floated back up to the rear view to see Jenna staring right back at me like we were in a horror movie. Almost jumping out of my skin, I watched a sly smile creep across Jenna's face before she sat back down. She seemed to pause for a moment before she spoke to me.
"You know, I heard something about you. I want to know if it's true." Jenna said, her thumb coming up and rubbing against her peach coloured lipstick. She leaned forward and then backwards, wriggling herself on my backseat as she tried to find a position to get herself comfy. "Is it true you drove Holly Willoughby home the other day?"
Now how the hell did she know that?
Chuckling, I shrugged my shoulders to her, trying to work out a decent way to answer.
"Don't you famous people have anything better to do than gossip about who drove who home?"