Percy Davis was an 18 year old lad who's so smitten to Hollywood starlet Denise Richards. He'd watched the movie "Wild Thing" 48 times especially that part when Denise had emerged all wet in white shorts and shirt. Percy was a fairly handsome guy similar to the type of like Leonardo di Caprio. But he is quite a choosy guy when it came to snuggling chicks. Girls were enamored to him but the only type of girl whom he had almost bedded was a Christina Aguillera wanna-be but whose teeth were wired and really had an awesome breath that turned him off.
Denise was his dream girl. Only a look-alike Denise would capture his desire. For him, it's Denise who's the coolest feline cat on the planet.
One day while in-line skating at the Sta. Monica Pier, Percy spied a red Mustang, GT. 500 parked by the curb. A sultry babe alighted and his heart skipped a bit. When the girl glanced up on him, his eyes almost popped out. It's Denise Richards, drop-dead gorgeous in a red dress of barely 'legal shortness' and Marc Jacob boots. Her eyes were covered with those wrapped around shades. He rolled up to her excitedly and greeted her.
"Hi, Denise!" exuding his friendly best smile.
"Oh, hi!" Denise answered radiating her golden charm.
"Ah, ah I'm Percy Davis and I'm a big fan of yours. I'm so surprised I saw you here."
"So this is your lucky day, huh?"
"Well, if you can give me an autograph I'll be luckier."
"You bet."
He reached for a pen into his cargo pants pocket and handed it to her. "Here, write on my shirt please."
"As you wish." Denise scribbled on his chest: Dear Percy, Keep your eyes on me, good Luck!!!, Luv, Denise. Percy was saying thank you, when two cars screeched by and there were bursts of gun fire. Instinctively Percy ducked and knew it was gang war that he barked on Denise to get down and take cover. Sporadic shots ensued as two cars sped away. Something flew into their direction and made a hard toink! on the side of Denise's car. It was a hubcap that made a slight dent on the car door and Denise fell on the pavement. Percy lay prone near Denise and he was shocked thinking that a stray bullet might have hit her.
Percy put a hand on her shoulder, as she lay unconscious by her side and called out her name but there was no answer. He examined her head. Nothing. He felt her pulse—it was beating. Percy was panting. When he turned her over he saw a blotch on her dress only to find out quickly that it wasn't blood but mired by a small puddle of water that she fell upon. He saw her car keys and quickly opened the door of the Mustang. He picked up Denise by her arms and slid her inside the car. He removed his roller blades, threw them on the back seat and started the motor of the car. What now? C'mon Denise wake up! Should I bring her to the hosp--? Percy's mind was racing a million miles as she fastened her seat belt.
Percy sped to his friend's apartment. Freddie Dripper was his friend who left him his keys to his apartment while he's gone off to Florida. As he drove the Mustang Percy kept crying out her name to wake her up. But she didn't. Her head dangled off her shoulder line swaying to and fro.
It was noontime when he entered the garage of Freddie's neat apartment. He heaved a sigh of relief when he managed to lay down Denise on a soft, black leather sofa. Freddie was gay but he and Percy were straight friends. They help one another in times of trouble or if there's anything the matter to resolve. Freddie was an architect while Percy was an art student interested in photography. Now he was on his own to solve this problem. He gazed at the splendid curves of Denise and what he could think of was take some pictures of her. However an inner voice was adamantly telling him to do the good thing about the situation despite an overwhelming desire that was surging within him.
Unable yet to think of what to do he let himself walk to the fridge and took a can of beer from it, pulled the ring tab and downed a fast gulp. But his eyes couldn't pull off on the visual treat lying on the sofa. The fact that he was alone with her conjured naughty inklings that made his heart pound out of his chest rather than within.
At last he decided to make an investigation first as to why she passed out. So he crouched by her side and examined her closely. He tried to recall what happened. He saw the hubcap flew and hit the car. Could it be that when it bounced off the car it hit Denise? Where? Carefully, he looked and searched through Denise's hair with his fingers feeling any bump in her head. He found a red mark on the nape of her neck. This should be it! The hubcap must have hit her nape and knocked her down. In the movies, if the hero were knocked down by a karate chop, later on he'd regain his consciousness. That put a glimmer of hope within him and he wished that Denise would soon wake up. Casting his glance on the smudged part of her dress, the temptation of removing her dress became imperative. He blew his fingertips, rubbed his hands together and began to unzip her boots. Then he reached the back zipper of her dress and pulled it down. Nervous as he could be, he sweated out the whole time he took off her dress. Finally he did it.
Now Denise was nude in her underwear. She was too sexy for him to contemplate and the only thing that stands in the way of viewing her private parts were her underwear. All he had to do was get his hands back to work to peel off her underwear and presto he's got an in your face close of Denise real life flesh. But he couldn't do it like he was having a symptom of the beginnings of paralysis. But even though he couldn't touch further beyond what he had done his sharp keen eyes were laying before her full naked figure without the benefit of peeling off her underwear. The faint outline of her nipples through the bra and the triangle mound between her legs are enough to fill his fertile imagination.
However Percy was attacked with guilt. He couldn't believe that he had abducted Denise and brought her into his friend's apartment here instead of bringing her to the hospital. Have I got a mind of a criminal? He asked himself. He fell on his knees on the floor suddenly breaking into performing an act of contrition and praying forgiveness from God hoping nothing serious had happen to her and that she would awake soon like she'd just fallen asleep.
The battle between bringing her to the hospital and just let her stay in the apartment raged on within him. Too late. He shook his head at the thought. He went into an ordeal of taking her clothes off and putting them back on would be a much harder ordeal. The more he stared on her body, the hotter his desire grew inside him. He made an attempt to kiss her but his lips stop short of touching her glossy lips. The strawberry scent of her hair wafted his nostrils. Not only was he hard in his pants, he could feel liquid fire oozing out of him like there was a nuclear explosion about to go off. He studied her heaving breasts, and managed to poke slightly a finger at the cleavage that bulged at the top of her bra. He couldn't tell though whether they were silicone-enhanced or not. His eyes moved over her genital area and his hand feebly followed to touch it but something held him off. He remembered his mother told him that a man must always think to do what are right and not the wrong thing and that had stuck to him. Somehow this was steeling back his good character.
Percy summoned every once of willpower to control his nagging desire. Suddenly the thought of compressing an ice pack on Denise's nape prodded him to fetch one and put it under her neck. He did and he felt good. Behaving well was better.
Meanwhile Percy went to the washing area and hung her dress to air it dry. Nuzzling his face over the fabric made him wonder if he was being a fetish or just so Denise-crazed. The vision of her lying nude on the sofa beckoned him like the only left delicious cookie in the jar that had to be taken and eaten pronto. But his caring instinct took the better of him that he fetched a blanket instead to cover her body. His body started to sweat. The sensual pout of her lips, her golden brown hair fanning around her well-chiseled face were testing him to the limit. He shut himself from the tempting view and sat across another chair.
When Denise made a soft moan, it told him that she'd wake up soon and there was nothing to do but wait. In a way he was feeling bright and optimistic.
Percy sank himself on the chair and picked a remote on the coffee table and clicked it toward the stereo player. A classical music came on the speakers and lulled him into sleep. Rollerblading all morning finally took a toll on him.
About half an hour later Denise finally drifted into consciousness. The sound of Beethoven's piano filtered into her ears. At first she wondered if she'd died and gone to heaven. She did not. It seemed a hundred demons were pounding her head. Her eyes opened wider and darted all around. Where am I?" Who is this man? Where's my dress? She wanted immediate answers. "Oh, my God what happened to me? She tried to recall. There were shots and then blurred thoughts. She sat up and the rustle of her movement woke up Percy.
"Who are you?" asked Denise.
