Starring Shannon Elizabeth
The following is fiction written by me as an alternative to a recent story featured at CSSA, not as an alternative plotline to said story but as a complete polar opposite as pertains to content. Any statements made here are not asserted as true and this is not an attempt to define Shannon Elizabeth's sexuality. Everything written here came only from my dirty little mind as a way to deal with my issues in relation to the story in question.
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Janitorial Engineer. I laughed to myself. Adding the word engineer to my job made it sound so glamorous. Hell, I swept the floor, mopped it, emptied the trash and maybe did a little spit polishing here and there. I liked it, though, the late shift was fun, I did my shit and the rest of the night was mine. Heck, I made more than most real engineers, ahh, the perks of seniority. I chuckled to myself, thoroughly enjoying my own weird sense of humor. The best part of it was I worked for a movie studio, Universal Studios to be exact.
I had enjoyed watching movies like "The Fast and the Furious, "Being John Malkovich," and "Bring It On," being filmed. I loved movies, they were the reason I took the job, even though it wasn't that glamorous. Surprisingly I had seen and met a lot of actors and actresses, even though I worked the night shift. My autograph book was pretty thick. As I sat thinking about all the great movies I had seen made, my mind stopped at "American Pie". Well, more like ground to a halt, that was when I had first seen her. Shannon Elizabeth, the name echoed through my mind, causing a ripple effect. I felt warmth flooding through my body and finally focusing in my groin area as the pleasant memories washed over me. I had been smitten almost immediately - I mean we're talking a beautiful, exotic female representing the cream of the crop of the human species here.
She was a tall drink o' water, almost six feet by my arithmetic; boy, did I love long legs and hers were flawless. She had long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes that seemed to observe everything going on around her, although she managed to look completely oblivious to the ruckus surrounding her.
My immediate supervisor was kind enough to introduce me to some of the young stars of "American Pie". I went down the line introducing myself. I smiled and nodded to Mena Suvari, politely asking for her autograph, which she happily provided. Next, I shook hands with Jason Biggs, exchanging pleasantries at the same time, before requesting his autograph to add to the American Pie page in my collection. Jason seemed a little too eager to comply, as if he didn't really receive a lot of requests for his John Hancock. Well he was an up and coming actor, I was sure that would change. Jason was barely finished signing when the book was snatched from his hand by none other than Sean William Scott, who proceeded to use a whole page signing his name.
"Just figured I'd get a head start on ya there, Chief," Sean said.
"Thanks.... I think," I replied.
We all had a good laugh over that one. Finally I made it to... Her. Shannon. She was even more beautiful up close, flawless skin, amazing breasts, all this to match her flawless legs and long beautiful brown locks. As my gaze wandered down her body my eyes settled upon her beautifully pedicured toes. Perfect toes with little daisies painted on her toenails. I was awestruck; I must have looked like a drooling idiot.
"Hello," Shannon said, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Uh.... Uh," I said keeping up the idiot persona.
I was broken out of my trance by a hand slapping me on the back as Sean congratulated me on my scintillating conversation skills. I blushed to my roots and apologized to Shannon, but she didn't seem too disappointed, she seemed thrilled that I was rendered speechless by her presence.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't worry about it," Shannon said, as she slipped my autograph book from my suddenly nerveless grasp. She opened it to a fresh page as I was distracted by a screech from Mena, caused by some tomfoolery that Sean and Jason were perpetrating. I turned back to Shannon. As she pressed the book into my hand and smiled, my knees suddenly turned to water.
"Read it later," Shannon mouthed silently.
I just nodded slowly, perfecting my drooling idiot persona. I said goodbye and thanked everyone for their time and also for being so gracious. As they walked away I got the chance to see Shannon's tight little bottom and boy, do I mean tight, you could bounce a quarter off that ass. Okay, if she looks back it means she's interested. C'mon, C'mon, Lady Luck give me something to work with here. Just as Shannon walked through the door to the set I saw it, just the profile of her beautiful face and the corner of her lip curling into a smile as we made momentary eye contact. Yes, I mentally high-fived myself and you couldn't have gotten the grin off my face with a hammer and chisel.
I thanked my boss for the favor. He just clapped me on the back and said, "You owe me one buddy," chuckling as he walked away. As soon as I was alone I cracked open my book and immediately turned to Shannon's page. I almost dropped it as I read what she had wrote, "I saw you looking at my toes. Do you think they're pretty? Love, Shannon."
I was thunderstruck. I was usually more careful about advertising my fetish, but I guess my drooling idiot persona didn't hide it very well. I was totally overwhelmed, and sat down heavily on the nearest available flat surface.
